The high voice resounded endlessly.

The long sound is long, spreading throughout this solemn Zen temple.

The unkindness revealed in the voice is not difficult for people to hear that they are not good.

Xu was aware that Shaolin did not open the door to let him in at the first time.

Xiao Feng stood at the foot of the steps, his eyes crossed dozens of steps, and stared at the golden plaque engraved with the name of Shaolin Temple. Suddenly, I heard the bell of the Zen temple ringing, and the sound of the bell was deafening.

Zhiya!

Heavy doors, opened.

An old monk with mango shoes on his feet, a rosary in his hand, and kind eyebrows, walked out.

Xiao Feng looked at it fixedly, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Master......"

Xiao Feng only worshipped two masters in his life, one was Shaolin Xuanku, who had been apprenticed since childhood, and the other was Wang Jiantong, the former leader of the beggar gang, who worshipped after leaving the school.

Wang Jiantong has passed away, and this person is obviously the master of Shaolin Temple.

Since he was a child, Xuan Ku has been quite kind to him, and Xiao Feng also respects each other very much. Today, I had to be embarrassed by the master's door, and I shouted for a while, but I didn't say anything about each other.

Watching Xuan Ku walk down the stairs step by step, in front of him, Xiao Feng didn't say a second sentence.

It is obviously not a coincidence that Xuan Ku appears here at this moment.

The two looked at each other.

"Feng'er, when you arrive in Shaolin, why don't you come to see as a teacher first." Xuan Ku stirred the rosary and smiled kindly.

When Xiao Feng saw this familiar scene, he remembered the days when he used to get along with his teacher, and he couldn't help but feel sour in his heart, and fell to his knees with a thud.

He kowtowed three times in a row, raised his head and said: "Feng'er is not filial, this time I came to ask for justice from my deceased mother to Shaolin, I know that I have bad intentions, and I dare not go to see my teacher." ”

"Hey!"

Xuan sighed bitterly, leaned over to help Xiao Feng up, and said sadly: "Since you know the past, you should know that the fault is not you." It was my Shaolin thought that led to a big mistake. ”

"The teacher doesn't dare to persuade you to let go of your hatred, I just hope that you will remember the past and leave a little leeway."

Xiao Feng was puzzled when he heard this: "What does the teacher mean by the difference between one thought?" Is there a secret in this? ”

Xuan painstakingly stirred the rosary and fell into memory: "This involves an old thing. ...... year Murong Bo, the old head of the Murong family in Gusu, sent a message to Shaolin, saying that the high-level of the Liao State had sent a Khitan warrior to infiltrate the Central Plains to steal the seventy-two Shaolin stunts and send them back to the Liao State for the Liao army to practice. ”

"Thinking of the Liao army's courage and good fighting, the Great Song Dynasty has lost more and won less, and if they are allowed to win seventy-two stunts, it will be a great disaster. Shaolin did not doubt that he had him, so Senior Brother Xuanci took the lead and gathered a group of martial arts masters to ambush the Khitan warriors at Yanmen Pass. ”

"It's just that Senior Brother Xuanci didn't expect that what they were waiting for was not the thief who sneaked into the Central Plains alone, but a family of three who returned to the Central Plains to visit relatives. But by the time I found out, it was already too late, and I made a big mistake. ”

"Hey! What a wickedness! Xuan sighed.

Xiao Feng was angry in his heart: "In this way, everything in this is because of Gusu Murong Bo. Master...... Where is Murong Bo's old horseman, the disciple wants to kill him with his own hands to avenge his mother's death in vain. ”

Xuan bitterly shook his head and sighed: "Not long after this incident, Old Mr. Murong has already returned to the underworld. I thought that Xu was also misheard by others, blamed himself in my heart, and became ill with worry, so I died young. ”

Xiao Feng's body trembled, and he said sadly: "He is dead, who else can I seek revenge...... Who else am I looking for revenge......"

"Ah......h

Under the mixture of grief and indignation, Xiao Feng raised his head and let out a terrible roar to the sky, and the momentum of his body rising to the peak fluctuated for a while, and under the agitation, the wind was rushing all over his body.

"Hey! O iniquity! Xuan sighed bitterly.

"Feng'er...... Now that you know the cause and effect, decide for yourself. No matter what choice you make, you are not to blame for being a teacher. The Shaolin gate is open, and you can go straight to the Daxiong Treasure Hall to ask for the justice you want. ”

Xiao Feng's face was sad and indignant, and a deep voice sounded: "Whether it's a thought or don't believe people's words, Abbot Xuanci, the leading brother, still needs to give an explanation to our family!" ”

“…… There you go! Xuan nodded bitterly and pointed to the open door of the Shaolin Temple.

"Grace forgiveness!"

Xiao Feng bowed to the ground, and then stepped forward to go in the direction of the Daxiong Treasure Palace.

Only two steps out, suddenly saw a sky-high fire rising from the Shaolin Temple, the fire was extremely strong, and the fire snake could be seen dancing in the air outside the mountain gate.

Xuan looked at it and was shocked.

"It's not good, it's the Scripture Pavilion!"

As soon as the words fell, he was already running away. The figure flickered over the stairs and quickly disappeared behind the door.

“…… Dad, his old man, really ordered the Scripture Pavilion! ”

Xiao Feng secretly exclaimed, and also pulled his feet up. He rushed into the temple and saw that the warrior monks were all running back and forth with wooden barrels, and no one paid attention to him.

So he flew towards the direction of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, the closer he was, the more he could see the raging fire, and in a moment the kung fu had completely burned through the roof, gushing high.

I couldn't help but wonder: "What kind of fuel did Dad use, how could it burn so fast?" ”

Xiao Feng's body method was extremely fast, and he arrived in front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in a few strokes. At this time, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was full of people, and all the Shaolin monks were busy fighting the fire, and one by one the Shaolin disciples also used light skills to dump the bucket from a high place.

It's just that the fire is too big, and buckets of water fall down, which is like a drop in the bucket.

A group of eminent monks hung their feet and hung their chests, crying out in vain.

You can only stop the surrounding fire first, and prevent it from spreading to the adjacent temple.

"What the hell is going on? There are many people guarding the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, how can there be a sudden fire, and the fire is so fast, there is no time to react. ”

"Didn't someone deliberately set the fire?"

"My Shaolin thousand-year-old collection will be destroyed in one fell swoop!" Master Xuanku, old tears flowed.

"Don't let the poor monk know who it is!" Xuan Nan roared.

Bang!

At this moment, a loud bang was heard, and three figures broke through the wall of fire, and it turned out to be a man in black, a man in a gray robe, and an old monk.

The black-clothed man and the gray-robed man exuded a cold chill all over their bodies, and Xiao Feng could see at a glance that it was the cold and icy true qi recorded in the booklet that his father gave him. With this true qi to protect themselves, they broke through the wall of fire and neither of them was harmed, but their hair was a little dry from the flames.

"I Have a Catalogue of Ghosts and Gods"

The old monk was even more skilled, holding on to the protective air shield, and forced himself out. As soon as the three of them landed, they began to fight.

Xiao Feng originally thought that the gray-robed man and his father were in the same group, but after seeing a few moves, he found that they were all fighting separately, each fighting their own way, although they were all attacking the old monk, but they only cared about themselves and did not deliberately help.

Messed up.

This engagement is clearly not just now. The three of them had obviously been fighting in the burning hall for a while, but the momentum was muffled by the flames and was not discovered by anyone outside.

At this time, the old monk slapped his palms, making a Shaolin stunt slap and scatter his palms. Two human-high palm prints slammed into the black-clothed and gray-robed duo. One slap and two scattered palms are the famous stunts among the seventy-two stunts, and this person's skills are extremely terrifying, this move has played a momentum that no one has ever seen.

Seeing this situation, the black and gray robes who were originally fighting separately joined forces and urged their skills to play the same style as the beginning.

"Ben Lei!"

Rumble!

With great energy, the palm prints shattered, and the two fell a few steps at the same time. The old monk didn't move at all, obviously his skills were much higher than the two.

"Who is this old-timer?" Xuan Ci was secretly frightened, he had never heard of a senior master of such martial arts in Shaolin.

But they didn't know that the two people in black clothes and gray robes were also shocked, they had been in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion for decades, and they didn't know that they had such a powerful master. If it weren't for the endless miraculous skills of the two of them, I'm afraid they would have fallen into the hands of this person long ago.

"Two donors, you've gone too far. You have been hiding the Scripture Pavilion for so many years, and you are not satisfied with learning Shaolin martial arts, so you even set fire to the Scripture Pavilion and let these classics burn to the ground. ”

Before the old monk's words fell, a group of Shaolin monks had already shouted angrily: "What? Did they steal Shaolin martial arts? ”

"They're the thieves who set the fire this time?"

"Bastard!"

"Take them down!"

The good-natured Master Xuanku also followed suit.

"Senior brothers, please stop first!" Suddenly, Xuan Ci stopped in a loud voice.

"Senior Brother Abbot?"

The crowd was furious and puzzled.

Xuan Ci signaled: "Ask clearly first, there are monks here, they can't escape." ”