Northern Shaolin was on fire everywhere, the monks were in a mess, and the enemy seemed to grow out of thin air, and there were thieves in all directions.

The Lingxu abbot came out of the bamboo forest, and the scene in front of him made him frown, and the Lingjing monk said nervously: "Abbot, the senior brothers in the temple are nowhere to be found, and no one can restrain these thieves."

The Lingjing monk was panicked at the moment, he was lit by the moon of the Lotus Pond by the free sect, and after he regained his freedom, the temple was already full of thieves.

But fatally, the monks who were originally meditating in the temple all disappeared, and the Lingjing monks saw this group of monks making trouble in the temple, which was anxious in their eyes, but they were lamented that others were soft-spoken, and they couldn't do anything about it.

"It turned out that he was ready from the beginning"

The face of the Lingxu monk did not have a half-surprised expression, he sighed lightly, waved his hand, and in the shocked eyes of the Lingjing monk, one after another Lingzi senior monks appeared from the bamboo forest.

"This?!" Monk Lingjing looked at this scene dumbfounded, no wonder the thieves attacked the temple and had no power to resist at all, it turned out that all the masters were in this bamboo forest.

The monks bowed eleven times to the Lingxu monk, and then quickly dispersed, each carrying light gongs, and running towards the various war-torn places in the temple.

Monk Lingxu said to Amitabha, and then instructed Monk Lingjing: "Senior Brother Lingjing, when you repel these thieves, you will lead a group of men and horses to chase back the demon girl." ”

"Yes, I will follow the wishes of the abbot." Although the Lingjing monk was full of doubts, he didn't ask at this time, he listened to the instructions of the abbot of Lingxu, and hurriedly rushed to help.

After the Lingjing monk left, the last old monk left in the bamboo forest also appeared, and he said to the abbot of Lingxu: "It seems that you lost this game." ”

The abbot of Lingxu had doubts about the "moon leaving the wind" today, and he also had a temptation, so he gathered all the masters in the temple.

It's just that in the end, he didn't make up his mind, and wasted the opportunity in vain, and at the same time, it also made Northern Shaolin's defense unprecedentedly empty.

The abbot of Lingxu sighed: "It seems that that person has had a head and tail with those monks early in the morning, I thought that this time we were leading the king into the urn, but I never thought that the other party would also plan it." ”

The old monk said: "You didn't make the right move, since he was prepared, then these calculations of you and me, I'm afraid they are also in his expectations, if you do it, I'm afraid that Shaolin will really be unable to escape." ”

The abbot of Lingxu was silent for a long time, and he said in a deep voice: "What I said just now is not all false, Wudang handed over the Daomen order to cut off his arm, Shaolin is now standing out from the crowd, and it dominates the rivers and lakes, it will inevitably become a thorn in the side of those people, and taking a step back is not a way to preserve." ”

The old monk looked at the sky speechlessly, and after a long time, he shook his head to himself, turned around and disappeared on the bamboo forest path.

The abbot of Lingxu returned to the meditation room alone, changed into clean clothes, and soon after, the monk Lingjing came to look for him, judging from the other party's bad look, it is not difficult to guess that the loss of North Shaolin this time should be not small.

The Lingjing monk reported all the losses, and then said with a serious face: "Senior Brother Abbot, in such a short period of time, these monks can take the demon path demon girl away so easily, I doubt it."

Before the Lingjing monk finished speaking, there seemed to be a hesitation in his eyes, and the abbot of Lingxu saw his difficulty, so he continued his words and said: "The meaning of the senior brother is to suspect that there are people in the temple who should cooperate with them inside and outside. ”

Monk Lingjing was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Senior brother, the Demon Suppression Tower is extremely difficult to break through from the outside, and after several generations of ancestors have perfected it, even if there is no one to defend it, the mechanism in it alone is enough to stop those who have evil intentions." ”

The Demon Suppression Tower is a place used by Northern Shaolin to hold sinners, but unlike ordinary prison cells, this tower does not exist above the ground, but extends underground.

The Demon Suppression Tower has seven floors, dozens of feet deep, and many famous demon madmen have been imprisoned in it, but Northern Shaolin has not arranged much force to guard this place, the reason is that in the seven-story deep tower, there are countless mechanisms, which are enough to resist any external invasion.

These organs are made by the North Shaolin across hundreds of years, through dozens of generations, and with the joint efforts of countless predecessors, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are unbreakable.

The abbot of Lingxu also thought of this section, it doesn't make a difference whether there is someone to defend the Demon Suppression Tower, and the traps in it are enough to make all the offenders return.

In order to break through such a powerful defense in a short period of time, the mole is almost the only way.

And the Lingjing monk, who personally went to the scene to check the situation of the Demon Suppression Tower, also proved the credibility of this argument, because the Demon Suppression Tower did not suffer any damage, and the only abnormality was that all the mechanisms inside had ceased to function.

Monk Lingxu muttered a little, looked up at Monk Lingjing and asked, "Senior brother, who in the temple will be the Demon Dao Neiying?" ”

Monk Lingjing knelt down, his eyes were firm, and he said solemnly: "Senior brother abbot, senior brother thinks that it is impossible for such a mad person to come out in Northern Shaolin. ”

The abbot of Lingxu nodded, he agreed with the words of the Lingjing monk, as the master of a temple, no one knew the situation of Northern Shaolin better than him.

As the abbot here, he believed that there would be no such disloyal and unrighteous people under his rule, and even if there were, they would not escape his eyes.

No matter how elusive that group of monks is, they are also flesh and blood mortals, and they can't do it by flying through the wall to get things, and the mechanism of the Demon Suppression Tower will not fail for no reason, since there is no problem with their own people, then the problem naturally lies with outsiders.

There are many guests in North Shaolin, but only one person, on the grounds of waiting for friends, stayed in the back mountain of North Shaolin for several months.

The abbot of Lingxu walked into the Demon Suppression Tower, passed through various failed traps all the way, and came to the central room of the mechanism on the ground floor, and sure enough, there was a large hole about three feet wide in the stone door leading to this place.

The Lingxu monk leaned down to check the damage of the stone gate, although the stone gate was strong, but people with strong martial arts could also open the golden cracking stone with only their true qi, but these marks in front of him did not seem to be man-made.

He reached out and touched the edge of the big hole, and the viscous and stimulating liquid fell between his fingers, and a slight pain came, and the abbot of Lingxu frowned, with the strength of the flesh he tempered, he was burned by this thing.

Crunch squeak –

Just as the abbot of Lingxu was sinking down to study this strange liquid, suddenly two black shadows attacked from behind the big hole.

"Abbot beware!"

The Lingjing monk exclaimed in surprise, raised his hand and pushed out a golden palm print, blasting the black shadow and the half-damaged stone gate away.

The abbot of Lingxu had a calm face, and he stepped forward with the Lingjing monk to inspect, and under the broken stone door, the black shadow finally revealed its true body, which turned out to be two scorpions the size of a human head.

(End of chapter)