And said that the "Six Heroes of Shudong" Ye Jinfeng and a group of six people, along the way, they were in flames, fast horses, day and night, passing through Chang'an, Lintong, Huaxian, Huayin County (I Shan Tianfang is here to explain, later generations have: Shi Dalang walked Huayin County at night, and Lu Ti governed the town of Guanxi. ), Huashan, Tongguan, Lingbao, Kunshan, Luoning, Yichuan and other important traffic places, finally arrived at the Shaolin Temple of Songshan in Dengfeng, Henan Province at dusk on the third day. It was the evening of May 11.

Shaolin Temple, a mysterious ancient temple on the ancient road of the Central Plains, is full of legends through the ages. Shaolin has been an indelible fire dragon in the martial arts world of the Central Plains since ancient times; From beginning to end, it is exuding a magical brilliance to all walks of life in the martial arts. However, it is precisely because of its prestige and mystery that it is rare to live in peace in this martial arts catastrophe that has just kicked off the show!

Heaven counts, earth counts, and people don't count; Natural disasters, earth disasters, and man-made disasters. The disaster of this Shaolin Temple really made Master Fa Shen's premonition accurate, and really made Master Huiming calculate on time! The "Six Heroes of Shudong" are so fast, but they are still one step late! Shaolin Temple, a fierce battle that has just ended, caused it to be immersed in a pool of blood.

At this moment, "sunset and dusk, blood sprinkled Shaolin". "The west wind is blowing, and the cry is gradually heard." "The Six Heroes of Shudong" are striding towards the Shaolin Buddha Gate in the slanting sun.

However, the "Six Heroes of Shudong" saw clearly, next to a few big pine trees in front of the Shaolin Temple, there were scattered monk corpses, a full thirteen! Some still hold on to their guns and sticks, and they don't blink to death! Around the thirteen monk corpses, blood flowed like a river, and the smell was overwhelming. So far, the black death list has risen to 17 (Whirlwind Seventeen Riders) + 7 (Jiangnan Seven Elements Monsters) + 1 (The third person of the Central Plains Seven Heroes, Wu Jianghong, the Southern Shaolin Authentic Boxer) + 1 (The sixth person of the Central Plains Seven Heroes, Gong Mingyiyou) + 1 (Desperate Three Rings, the end of the Central Plains Seven Heroes) + 18 (Eighteen Arhats of the Dragon Descending) + 13 (Shaolin Thirteen Stick Monks) = 58.

The "Six Heroes of Shudong" saw the tragic situation again and hurriedly stepped forward. However, this battlefield was silently dead, and none of the thirteen monk corpses in the pool of blood survived! Ye Jinfeng and the other six people could see that the dead in front of them were all Shaolin disciples, and it was the "Shaolin Thirteen Sticks" that spread the ancient and modern times and deterred the world. Who is committing murder here? Ye Jinfeng and the other six brothers hurriedly looked around, but they couldn't see anyone, but they found that there were still clouds of mist floating on the ground! Clearly, this is the aftermath of a bitter battle. This murder has only just ended, and the murderer may not have fled far away. In an instant, the six people immediately dispersed to look for them. However, the surroundings were still lonely and dreary, not even a single wind and grass, and the silence was as terrible as a dead tomb.

The perpetrator can kill the "Shaolin Thirteen Sticks" to no one, and he is by no means an idle person, presumably this person has already escaped from Songshan Mountain! It is futile to try to find its traces. Under the totality of the "Six Heroes of Shudong", they no longer looked for a trace, and hurriedly ran to the Shaolin Temple with the gate closed.

Suddenly, the "Flying Dragon" Ye Jinfeng kicked open the Shaolin gate, and the brothers rushed in.

However, in the vast world, there are no wonders, no coincidences! Following the last "Iron Fan Boy" Ouyang Qingfeng had not yet stepped into the gate, he suddenly had the eighth feeling, he suddenly looked back, and suddenly saw that among the thirteen monk corpses on the bloody ground, a monk with a bloody head and a bloody face slowly raised his head, and was struggling to beckon to him!

When Ouyang Qingfeng saw this, his heart immediately perked up. Ignoring the fact that the five brothers had broken down the door, he hurriedly flew to the monk's side, and put his hands on his shoulders.

At this time, the "Iron Fan Boy" could see clearly, this monk was about fifty years old, his lean face was already stained with bloodstains, the corners of his mouth were still bleeding outward, and the eyes that had just opened were unable to close up.

However, Ouyang Qingfeng looked at this unrecognizable monk and finally recognized him as Master Huiyuan. So, he shook the old monk's body desperately and shouted, "Master Huiyuan! Master Huiyuan! ……”

Slowly, the old monk was awakened by the cry of the "Iron Fan Boy". He opened his eyes slightly, and in the middle of his eyes, he saw him say with difficulty: "It turned out to be an iron ...... Iron Fan Boy! ……”

At this moment, Ouyang Qingfeng saw that he had woken up, and hurriedly asked, "Master Huiyuan!" Who did it? ”

At this time, Monk Huiyuan pointed to the door of the Shaolin temple with all his might, and said in a broken voice: "One...... Cover...... Masked Man! ......" Monk Huiyuan didn't finish speaking, but he spurted blood from his mouth and died of despair.

"Master Huiyuan! Master Huiyuan! The "Iron Fan Boy" shouted repeatedly, but he could never call back the heroic and heroic soul. In desperation, Ouyang Qingfeng slowly put down Master Huiyuan. At this moment, how could a fire of hatred not rise in his heart? Suddenly, he stood up, clenched the iron fan, gritted his teeth, kicked and shrunk his legs, and then jumped over the wall of the Shaolin temple.

When the "Iron Fan Boy" gently fell into the courtyard, he saw the eldest brother Ye Jinfeng and the second brother Wu Tianba and other five people rushing out of the main hall in front. Obviously, they didn't notice anything.

"Let's go! Check it out to the west! Without waiting for Ouyang Qingfeng to speak, the "Flying Heavenly Dragon" waved his sword and pointed to the west, taking the lead. So, the "Iron Fan Boy" followed closely and went straight to the West Wing with the brothers.

Soon, everyone came to a row of meditation rooms in the hallway. Ye Jinfeng in front didn't say a word, and kicked the door open. Suddenly, the scene in the room came into everyone's eyes: a group of monks were all wrapped in ropes with their feet and necks, all tightly tied to a black lacquered wooden pillar in the house. On the periphery of the group, there were four young monks who were only in their teens, and in the middle were an old abbot with a white beard and two big monks. However, each of them had a rag in his mouth, which was so solid that it didn't leak.

The "Six Heroes of Shudong" saw it in their eyes, and their hearts were shocked again: "How can this matter be similar to the incident in the Descending Dragon Temple?" The warrior monks were killed, and all the old and weak monks were left! Although they were spared a life, why did they have to tie their hands and feet? Could it be that the perpetrator's conscience found that he deliberately did not kill them all and left him alive? ”

After watching, Ye Jinfeng and the other six people stepped forward to untie the ropes for them, and pulled off the rags from their mouths one by one.

However, as soon as they were untied, the few little monks in front knelt down in horror and begged for mercy: "A good man spare his life!" Heroes spare their lives! Didn't you say you wouldn't kill us? ……”

Seeing this, the "Flying Dragon" understood in his heart, and immediately put the sword into the sheath and said, "Don't be afraid, we are here to save you." Who said they were going to kill you? Presumably, you were frightened by the perpetrators. ”

At this time, the white-bearded old abbot, who had been loosened and disintegrated, immediately glared at the few little monks who knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, and then said: "Thank you for coming to the rescue!" The old man is grateful! Unfortunately, you're one step too late. All the thirteen monks in our temple have been killed by masked men! ”

As he spoke, the old abbot couldn't help but hide his face and wipe away his tears, in pain.

Besides, Wu Tianba, the "life-chasing knife" who was standing on the side, looked at the old abbot's painful state, and couldn't help but step forward and ask, "Old abbot!" You don't recognize me? I am Wu Tianba of Jiangnan Invincible Dart Bureau, and I stayed here two years ago. You even asked me to carry a sprig of ginseng! ”

At this time, the white-bearded old abbot lowered the back of his hand, sighed and said: "The old man knows that you are the invincible Wu Daxia of the dart game, and I also know that the six of you are the world-famous 'Shudong Six Heroes'." But things would be so unfortunate, if you six heroes had come half an hour earlier, the thirteen disciples would not have been killed, and Shaolin would not have suffered this disaster. But things always go wrong and backfire. How could the old man not be sad! ”

When the "Flying Heavenly Dragon" Yejin Feng heard this, he stepped forward and comforted: "Old abbot! Don't be sad! We will definitely punish the murderer! ”

At this time, the "Iron Fan Boy" couldn't help but step forward and asked, "Old abbot!" What the hell is going on? How the masked man made you like this! ”

After hearing this, the white-bearded old abbot said with tears and hatred: "Just half an hour ago, at dusk, three of the thirteen disciples of our temple were suddenly attacked and stabbed to death by a black-clothed masked man in front of the temple gate. When the monks learned about it, they fought a fierce battle with the killer. But it didn't take long for the stick monks to fall to the ground one by one. Eventually, the black-clad masked killer came running for us, the unarmed monks. At that time, we were so frightened that we were not possessed. However, the murderer came to us and did not harm us. He drove us into the room first, and then quickly tied us up. When he saw us crying and shouting, he put rags in our mouths and pointed his sword at us, saying, 'I won't kill you who eat fast and pray Buddha today!' Tell you, if any of you practice martial arts again in the future, even if you have great skills, you will not want to live! As soon as he had said this, he heard a movement outside, and he disappeared. ”

"Another masked man!" Ye Jinfeng couldn't help frowning, and said to himself: "It must be him who appeared in the Descending Dragon Temple!" ”

"What? Did the eighteen Arhats who descended the dragon also suffer! The old abbot asked Ye Jinfeng in horror.

When Yejin heard the old abbot's surprise question, he knew that he had made a mistake, so he hurriedly smiled and said, "Oh! No! Old abbot! The eighteen disciples of the Descending Dragon Temple also encountered a black-clothed masked murderer the day before yesterday, but they failed to catch this person and let him escape. I think the masked killer you mentioned is the same person who appeared in the Dragon Temple. ”

"Oh! That's it! The old abbot pondered and said, "Could it be that he fled here and killed the thirteen disciples of our temple?" Why does he want to disturb our Buddhist tranquility! ”

At this time, Wu Tianba, the "life-chasing knife" standing aside, understood the white lie of the eldest brother, so he also said casually: "Not bad! I also think that the two monasteries are the same killer. He disturbed the holy land of Buddhism twice, and now he has poisoned the thirteen stick monks of Shaolin. It's annoying, it's hateful! I'm going to kill them! ”

Besides, the old abbot and several other monks at this time heard this, and only then did they remember the tragic situation outside the temple gate. So, the old abbot led the monks and thanked the "Six Heroes of Shudong" a few times, and staggered away with tears in his eyes.

At this moment, the "Six Heroes of Shudong" walked to the door, and they looked at the desolate back of a few monks supporting the old abbot, and they couldn't help but feel a burst of pain in their hearts. However, they may only be able to do this for the doom of Shaolin. At the end of the day, the figures of the old abbot and others had gradually disappeared into the hazy night.

"Big brother! What do we do now? I saw the sixth brother "sweeping the wind", Huang Shiying broke the silence and asked eagerly.