"This benefactor, why do you say this!"

Xuan Ci's eyes were full of displeasure.

He finally told the truth.

It was also refuted by others.

Murong Bo is dead or not, isn't it clear to him: "Murong Shi was secretly injured in the battle of Yanmen Pass, and on the day he was buried, not only Lao Wei was present, but also many fellow Jianghu were present, and in front of everyone's eyes, could Murong Shi come back from the dead?" ”

Xuan Ci didn't believe it, but Xiao Yuanshan did.

Not only Xiao Yuanshan believed, but Qiao Feng also believed.

Not to mention Huang Rong's daughters.

Therefore, Xiao Yuanshan didn't talk nonsense with Xuan Ci, rolled up his sleeves expressionlessly, and stood on the platform for Lin Chaoci and said: "Xiaoyou, just say it, leave the rest to you Uncle Xiao and I will deal with it, and keep it so that these old monks don't hurt you half a point, even if there is any accident, what is the responsibility, I will bear it with Uncle Xiao, just say!" ”

"The Pavilion of the Scriptures."

As soon as Lin Chaoci said a word, there was an uproar.

He was telling the truth.

But these monks of Shaolin Temple don't believe it.

Who doesn't know the phrase "the world's martial arts come out of Shaolin"?

What is placed in the Scripture Pavilion is the Shaolin martial arts classics!

Who knows if you outsiders are under the banner of "Murong Bo is not dead", just to steal my Shaolin 72 stunts?

Forget about other places.

As long as Xiao Yuanshan doesn't make trouble, let him investigate.

Compared with a momentary humiliation, the reputation of Shaolin Temple for thousands of years is more important.

However, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is the foundation of Shaolin Temple!

Even if it is your own family, you have to go through layers of audits when you go to study.

How can outsiders be allowed to visit?

However, Xiao Yuanshan showed an expression of sudden realization, and this time he didn't even ask for verification, gritted his teeth and said, "It turned out to be his ......."

"Father, have you seen him?"

Qiao Feng's eyes widened, in disbelief.

As soon as Xiao Yuanshan's words came out, it meant that the two had met.

Xiao Yuanshan didn't hide it and refused to say it, even if it wasn't a good thing, he said truthfully: "My father has been cultivating in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for decades, just to find out the real murderer who murdered our family back then, but the clues here were broken when I investigated the old monk Xuanci, and there has been no gain over the years, and it happened to be more than ten years ago, a masked master sneaked into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and his father also fought with him, martial arts and his father are indistinguishable, considering the reaction of the Shaolin Temple, the father and he both stopped, and each read the classics, They each practiced martial arts, and they were all right...... Now that I think about it, that person is probably Murong Bo who faked his death! ”

"Who knows if what you're saying is true?"

"Empty mouth and white teeth, with evidence and no certificate."

"You yourself admit it, sneak into my Shaolin Zangjing Pavilion to steal martial arts, even if Murong Shizhu fakes his death, he also sneaks into my Shaolin Zangjing Pavilion to steal martial arts, then we should arrest you first!"

"Secondly, it is to investigate Murong Shizhu!"

Among the Shaolin monks.

One of them looked younger, with a pair of sharp black eyebrows, and bulging muscles on his body, which did not look easy to mess with.

It immediately angered Xiao Yuanshan.

"Feng'er, you protect Lin Xiaoyou and them!"

"Follow me, let's kill father and son!"

Xiao Yuanshan said that he had already started to move.

If Xuan Ci doesn't make a move, no one in Shaolin can stop him.

So, does Xuan Ci dare to make a move?

Looking at Ye Erniang, who was eyeing her, Xuan Ci smiled bitterly and sighed, secretly said the word "evil fate", got up, and stopped Xiao Yuanshan for the time being.

Subsequently, before Xiao Yuanshan had a seizure, and did not wait for Ye Erniang to stop him, as soon as the words changed, he appeased Xiao Yuanshan and Ye Erniang: "This matter started because of me, since it should be ended by me, stop, I will lead a few donors to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion on the mountain behind my Shaolin Temple to have a look!" ”

Xuan Ci dared to say this, all because he was the abbot of Shaolin.

Even so, his prestige was shaky.

Among the Shaolin monks, many people were dissatisfied, but they were all hindered by Xuan Ci's status as the abbot at the moment, so they got out of the way.

But it didn't disperse either.

Instead, he followed behind Xuan Ci.

The group walked towards the back mountain in a tense atmosphere.

After a short time, I arrived in front of the Scripture Pavilion.

"A few donors, this is it."

Although Xuan Ci knew that Xiao Yuanshan had cultivated here and must have known the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, for the sake of politeness, he still introduced Lin Chaoci and a few others.

Immediately, he set his eyes on the sweeping old monk at the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

There was no arrogance in his tone.

But it is difficult to hide the meaning of the command.

"Labor opens the door."

"These donors want to get a closer look."

The door of the Pavilion has been locked with iron locks.

Violent breaking down is not impossible.

If you can't break the iron lock, can't you break the wooden door?

Not to mention the innate master's ability to sharpen iron like clay, even if it is an iron door, it can give you a broken piece of iron in minutes!

It's just that this thing is your own property!

If you have a key, why break down the door violently?

Is it really not good to take the money of the Shaolin Temple?

Everyone present didn't take this matter to heart, even if they paid attention to this sweeping old monk, it was just a quick glance and it was over.

Except for Lin Chaoci!

"Now, do the predecessors still want to hide?"

A sentence that has no beginning or end.

It attracted the attention of Xuan Ci and others.

I don't understand who Lin Chaoci's "senior" is talking about.

I didn't understand what this "senior" was hiding.

If the wood shows in the forest, the wind will destroy it.

People who don't fit in always get more attention.

Xiao Yuanshan looked at Lin Chaoci inexplicably, but fortunately, he had Qiao Feng's mouth, and asked for him and everyone present: "Brother Lin, who is this senior you are talking about?" ”

Let's figure out who it is first.

Then analyze the meaning.

Lin Chaoci did not answer this superficial question.

Just looked at the sweeping old monk consistently.

This unusual scene attracted everyone's attention, but no matter how they observed, they couldn't see anything wrong, so they could only put their eyes on Lin Chaoci again for help, hoping that Lin Chaoci would give some hints.

"Brother Xiao, use your eighteen dragon palms."

"You don't have to suppress your strength."

"She'll be fine."

Lin Chaoci gave Qiao Feng a bad idea.

The old monk who still wanted to pretend to be forced to break his work, put down the broom with a wry smile, and folded his hands: "Why are several donors struggling with each other?" ”

"Aren't you waiting for us?"

Lin Chaoci replied with a smile.

After that, the words changed: "Murong Bo is in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion behind you, I can feel his breath, he is still alive, but he was pressed into a state of suspended animation by you, if you want to go to him to end this cause and effect, you must pass this level first, am I right?" ”

The sweeping old monk was silent.

Acquiescence is an answer.

This question and answer sent chills down the spine of everyone present.

Xiao Yuanshan was even more frightened.

In the past, he had never seen this seemingly ordinary sweeping monk in and out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, even if so far, this sweeping old monk stood in front of him, he would still think that this sweeping old monk was an ordinary person.

This phenomenon can only occur in two kinds of people.

The first type is people who don't know martial arts.

Not really, no.

It just refers to those who do not have internal forces in their bodies.

For example, some leading generals, they are all on the road of horizontal training, that is, there is no internal force in the body, and they can compete with the land immortals with a body of steel and iron, and there are many talented people who are born with a body of horizontal training muscles and bones, just like Xu Longxiang in the Beiliang Palace.

The second type is people whose martial arts are so high that there are boundless!

The kind you can't even see when you stand in front of you!

If you want to kill you, it's even easier for you!

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