"Then I'll go first, Xuanxuan and the others are still waiting for me."

Shui Sinian also wanted to get up and give it away, but was stopped by Shen Xingliu, he put away the jade piece and token, got up with the black knife in his hand, and walked out of the hut.

At this time, there were already thirty masked people waiting outside the door.

All of them were dressed in black suits, carrying short knives, with a delicate bow and crossbow hanging from their waists on the right side and a leather pouch on the left.

I don't know what it contains, but after a little thought, I know that there must be some hidden poison inside.

At this time, a person in front of him walked forward, holding an oiled paper package in his hand, and handed it to Shen Xingliu.

When I opened it, it was actually a fat and big roast chicken.

"Haha, thank you!"

Shen Xingliu didn't want to catch the pheasant, but when he went back, he said that he didn't catch it, but he didn't expect Shui Sinian to be so intimate and ready early.

The black-clothed masked man didn't speak, he clasped his fists together, turned around and waved his hand, and everyone quickly dispersed into the forest.

Don't look at the realm of these people, they are only three grades, but the killing skills they have honed for a long time are not inferior to those of the fourth rank martial artists.

"Whew!"

Shen Xingliu stepped out and disappeared in place.

Soon after he left, Shui Sinian was helped out of the hut by Bai Binbin, and the hut behind him collapsed.

Seven or eight men in black are holding hammers and axes to raze this to the ground, making sure to leave no traces.

......

In the pavilion, the little wolf waited for the pheasant with his eyes.

The dry food in his hand has been eaten, and his stomach has been eaten to seven or eight points, but Brother Shen has not come back yet.

Just then, he suddenly smelled a scent.

Immediately, he rushed out of the small pavilion, ran a few steps, and a flower appeared in front of him, holding a roast chicken.

"Hmm, Brother Shen, where have you been, you're almost full..."

Shen Xingliu avoided the figure of the little wolf rushing towards him, and said with a smile: "Oh? Full? Then this roast chicken belongs to me..."

"Hey, hey, no!"

The little wolf grabbed the package, opened it, and exclaimed, "Wow, roast chicken..."

"I want it too, I want it too..."

The three little gluttonous cats at this level naturally won't let go, and they have stepped forward to scramble.

Shen Xingliu had no choice but to go with them to grab it, and walked into the pavilion with a smile, but he hadn't sat down yet...

"Xingliu, this time must have been quite fruitful!" Tang Xuanxuan said with a smile.

"Hey, Xuanxuan, what are you talking about..." Shen Xingliu took out a piece of dried meat from the food box, and said with a little emptiness: "I'm just going hunting..."

"Puff..."

I don't know who couldn't hold back and let out a laugh, and then several people in the pavilion laughed.

Tang Xuanxuan glanced at him, "Are you as innocent as we are like little wolves?" In this wilderness, where do you get roast chicken? ”

Shen Xingliu thought about it carefully, and nodded very reasonably.

"Okay, let's not say it..." Tang Xuanxuan also knew that he must have a reason to do this.

On the other side, the little wolf divided the roast chicken, and everyone got some, even Shen Xingliu had it.

After eating, after resting for a while, the group continued to set off towards their destination.

......

Lingjue Temple was built on Lingjue Mountain, it has been 100 years so far, it is said that it was originally just a small mound, no more than ten zhang high.

Since the dragon turned over more than a hundred years ago, this mound has grown to forty zhang overnight.

The locals are amazed, and the mountain is still growing, seriously threatening the lives of nearby villagers.

There happened to be a high monk of Lingyin Temple here, and he saw at a glance that this mountain had given birth to spiritual wisdom, and then built a temple on this mountain to suppress it.

Not only that, but he also used his great supernatural powers to bring a well from Lingyin Temple, which set the height of the mountain at fifty zhang.

Since then, the incense in Lingjue Temple has been continuous, and there is an endless stream of pilgrims, and everything you ask for is also a hundred answers.

Over the past 100 years, there are about 60 statues on the mountain, and the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats of different forms have become a place of worship for all believers.

After parking the car at the bottom of the mountain, several people hiked up the mountain.

Before they came, they had informed the monks in advance that they would stay in the monastery for two nights.

Walking to the mountainside, there is a small pavilion.

There was an old monk in the pavilion, who was playing chess alone, Shen Xingliu saw it interestingly, so he asked everyone to go up the mountain first, don't let the monk in charge of the reception wait in a hurry.

The little wolf didn't want to listen to those monks chanting scriptures, and wanted to stay, but Tang Xuanxuan grabbed his ears and forcibly took him up the mountain.

After seeing a few people leave, Shen Xingliu walked into the small pavilion, and the old monk seemed to have not heard of it, and fell to his own heart.

"Bang..."

More than a dozen pieces fell, and the next son was a sunspot, but the situation of the sunspot in the chess game was not good.

Shen Xingliu looked at it intently, and subconsciously shouted: "You can't fall here!" ”

The sunspot stopped in time, and the old monk woke up like a dream and raised his eyes to look at the comer.

"Little donor, why do you want to stop the old man?"

Shen Xingliu said apologetically: "The kid just thinks that he has the virtue of a good life in heaven, and this piece of chess can still survive, so he reminded him... I hope the elders don't blame! ”

"But there are days in the world, and you can't force it." The old monk dropped the sunspot, so that a large area was cleared.

"Can't you force it?"

Shen Xingliu raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "But I just want to go against the sky and survive in death!" ”

With that, he moved to sit opposite the old monk.

"Little donor, also proficient in the way of gambling?" There was also a trace of fluctuation on the face of the old monk Gu Jing Bubo.

"The kid has no form, I'm willing to give it a try!"

Shen Xingliu held the black knife and clenched his fists and said, "Please!" ”

"It's okay..."

The old monk stroked his beard and smiled, but he didn't see any movement, and the chess jar with the sunspot in front of him was gently lifted and landed in front of him by a gust of wind.

Only then did Shen Xingliu know that the old monk's strength was unfathomable, because he didn't notice the fluctuation of internal force just now.

"Smack!"

The white child falls, and the game begins.

White's offensive is very aggressive, and now he has to look for defense in order to strike backwards.

Immediately afterwards, several chess pieces fell one after another, and the sunspots were like mountains, unshakable.

Wonderful! It's just wonderful!

The old monk's pupils were shocked, and he turned to manage his rear, no longer attacking vigorously.

On the other side, although Shen Xingliu felt that the pressure had dropped sharply, he was worried, could it be that his intentions were seen through by the other party?

As the saying goes, ginger is still old and spicy, and the ancients did not deceive me.

But if you want to win me, it's too simple...

In the chess game, the situation took a sharp turn, and the black man reversed the decline and forced the white son to fight the winner.

"Little benefactor, don't worry," the old monk smiled slightly, "Xuan Ci is very optimistic about you." ”

"Oh? The master actually knows Xuan Ci? ”

Shen Xingliu's eyebrows jumped, it seemed that it was no coincidence that the two of them met.

"Whoa, of course..." The old monk pinched his son, "The old man is his uncle!" ”

This, how old is Xuan Ci, the old monk is actually Xuan Ci's uncle...

Isn't that old monk more than a hundred years old?

But···

Why can't you see it at all?

Immediately, Shen Xingliu wanted to get up and salute, but he found that he seemed to have a weight of 10,000 catties on his body, and he couldn't get up at all.

The old monk clasped his hands together and sang the Buddha horn, "Donor, it's your turn!" ”

"It seems that I won't finish it, I won't let it go," Shen Xingliu laughed softly: "It's okay, look at the move!" ”

......

Kuroko fell quickly.

Shen Xingliu only felt that the objects in front of him changed suddenly, and at this moment he was standing on the chariot, standing against the railing, surrounded by soldiers in black armor.

The black flag with the word "Shen" written on it is fluttering in the wind, and the sound of hunting is made from time to time.

The battlefield was filled with gunsmoke, and on the opposite side was the white-armored army led by the old monk.

"Poof! Lalala..."

The black knife slowly came out of its sheath, Shen Xingliu could no longer hide the excitement in his heart, and grinned: "Hahaha, interesting, so interesting!" ”

"All the troops are attacking!"

The Black Armor Legion had already held back its strength, and the armorers tightened their blades and rushed towards the opposite side without hesitation.

The old monk sighed lightly, raised his arm and waved forward, and the white-armored army moved with it.

In just a few moments, the two armies confronted each other head-on, and they were close to each other.

The fighting sound of the soldiers was deafening, and the war entered a white-hot stage.

At the same time, the monks in the Lingjue Temple received the news early, and some monks who had nothing to do rushed to the outside of the temple.

"Hey, stop!"

A fifty or sixty-year-old monk, who was introducing how to do things to Shui Mo, suddenly stopped a little novice and reprimanded: "Panic, what a system!" ”

"Master forgiveness..."

Xiao Shami secretly said that it was not good, how could he be bumped into by the master of the Discipline Hall, and hurriedly stepped forward with his hands folded, lowered his head and bowed.

The big monk's nose moved slightly, but he didn't have a good attack in front of Shui Mo, and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?" ”

Such a gentle teacher and uncle frightened the little novice and didn't know what to do.

"Little master, don't panic, take your time."

Fortunately, there was Shui Mo's playing a round on the side, and Xiao Shami settled down, "Back to Master Juekong, it is Master Huiyan who is playing against people on the mountainside." ”

"What Huiyan Master Ancestor is out of the customs?" The eyes of the great monk Juekong widened, and the rosary in his hand almost fell to the ground.

Shui Mo understood it, and the expression on his face changed for a while.

I suddenly remembered that the old monk I had just met on the mountainside was actually Master Huiyan, who single-handedly established Lingjue Temple, it was incredible!

Since Hui Yan is no longer the abbot, he has been living in seclusion and has never seen anyone.

There are even rumors in the outside world that he has long passed away, but I didn't expect him to be alive, so Hui Yan is more than 150 years old.

Master Huiyan is back out of the customs, and it is no wonder that these monks are so excited.

The person who is playing against him, isn't it...

Thinking of this, Shui Moshi couldn't cry or laugh, and kept rubbing his temples that were beating wildly.

"Donor, do you know the person who is playing against Master Huiyan?" Juekong collected his mind and wondered.

Before Shui Mo could say it, the four little wolves liked to exclaim:

"It's Brother Shen, it must be Brother Shen!"

"Hey, Mrs. Water really knows this person? Could it be that he is..."

Juekong gasped, you must know that the chess skills of Huiyan's ancestor can be described as unfathomable, and countless national chess players want to talk about a game with them, but the result is unavailable.

Only Mo Xizhi twenty years ago may be able to fight with him.

Shui Mo shook her head with a smile, she had also heard that before her father disappeared, she had played a game with Master Huiyan.

"His name is Shen Xingliu, and he is not a student of his father, but he has a life-saving grace for us."

Juekong bowed slightly, "Mr. Mo, he has been traveling for twenty years, and he hasn't returned yet?" ”

The two were silent.

The more Tang Xuanxuan listened, the more confused she became, and asked suspiciously, "Mrs. Shui's father, isn't it very powerful?" ”

After hearing the question, Mrs. Shui was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that she had not informed them about it.