Time flies, the white horse flies, and soon, three months have passed in the days of Xiao Xiao's cultivation in the Shaolin Temple.

Except for practicing, sleeping, and sometimes helping the monks in the monastery to do chores, he basically never left the wing room for half a step.

Although a Rao's life is pure and casual, it is also a little lonely, he still doesn't know what is going on in the outside world, and his only yearning is to wait for Qi Zehui to come back to pick him up as soon as possible.

However, to this day, there is still no half-word news from friends.

The ninety-nine-eighty-one turns required in "Taiyin Sun Nine Strokes of Wuji Gong", he has completed a full eighty revolutions day after day.

At this moment, his body has already recovered to its peak a few days ago, and even surpasses it. The eight veins of the Qi Sutra in his body have already broken the shackles after the impact again and again, and they have suddenly penetrated.

Those domineering toxins that have been cultivated for many years have been deposited in his dantian after refining, and have become the purest internal force - if Xiao Qi, who was once penetrated by Liu Wanfeng through the meridians of his arms, the true qi in his dantian is a puddle of water, then Xiao, who is now about to complete his divine skills, the true qi in his body is a rushing river.

Now his strength has become a well-deserved master under the coincidence of that time and time again-

It's just that he doesn't know anything about it.

These days, in addition to practicing "Taiyin Sun Nine Rubbing Wuji Gong", Mo Wen's Mo Family Boxing, the Bench Boxing of the Rotten Street, and the "Hole One Finger" of Cangwu Learning, he also came back one by one after recovering his strength.

Today is the beginning of spring, the sun is shining, the wind is beautiful, although the ice and snow are not yet fully smiling, but the surrounding lush green hills, has broken through the ice to show the corners of the head, accompanied by the faint clouds, it is really worthy of the Buddhist practice of the blessed land.

Now it is also a big day for Xiao. The last turn of "Taiyin Sun Nine Rubbing Wuji Gong" will be completely completed today.

Xiao naturally made up his mind, and after he finished cultivating, he bid farewell to Abbot Chen, and went down the mountain alone to find Qi Zehui. In any case, this book "Taiyin Sun Nine Rubbing Wuji Gong", he has to hand it over to the former.

Just when he was in a secluded courtyard wall and was in a morning class of cultivation, he never thought that at this moment, two uninvited guests had quietly come to the door of Shaolin Temple.

"Today is a good day for the beginning of spring, and I will invite you to the main hall later, and I will explain the scriptures with you......"

The abbot and the two monks walked all the way to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and when they were passing through the Yongdao, they suddenly heard the temples not far away being knocked on the mountain by the sound of "dong dong dong".

"Who is knocking on the door, don't you know that this is the place where the Buddhists practice? How can they be so rude!" the two monks who accompanied him looked very unhappy.

"Amitabha, in extraordinary times, extraordinary actions, maybe there is something urgent, right? ”

The three of them walked quickly to the temple door, and Master Lichen pulled the bolt of the door, stretched out his hand and gently pulled it open-

Brush!

A bright and white sword blade slashed at him, and the two monks screamed in fright and took two steps back, while the abbot of Lichen frowned and closed his eyes.

The blade of the sword stopped less than half an inch away from Chen's forehead, and the next second, it slowly retracted.

Master Lichen felt a coercion gradually disappearing, and then slowly opened his eyes, but was surprised to see two men covered in blood, one of whom was holding a long sword in his hand, and he was supposed to use the hilt to knock on the door, and the other had loose hair and was unconscious, and was being carried by his companion at the moment.

"It's rude, please don't be surprised. The man with the sword glanced at Chen and the two monks behind him, inserted the sword back into its scabbard, and said.

"Amitabha, it's okay, it's ...... Can you still walk?" Lichen looked at the heavy blood stains on the two of them, and subconsciously stepped forward to help them.

"It's okay," the man with the sword took a step back vigilantly, "Don't worry, Master, this blood is not my second rao, but I have this poisoned on my back, and I want to ask the senior monks in the temple to help with Shaolin internal strength, as soon as the poison is resolved, the two of us will leave immediately, and we will not bother." ”

"Good, have you been poisoned?" Lichen frowned slightly, "I don't know what kind of poison it is?" The donor doesn't know that the master of Zhijue in my temple has passed away, and the abbot in the temple is a poor monk, so if the poison is too strong, I am afraid that there is no way for the monk. ”

"I only learned the news halfway, and I ask the masters to mourn," the man said flatly, "But the poison in him is the Nine Separation Ecstasy Cream, and it has been sealed by me early, so the toxin will not spread to the heart, so even if you are not a master of Zhijue, it should not be difficult to understand." ”

Hearing this, Master Lichen nodded, walked forward slowly, pulled up the arm of the unconscious man, stretched out two fingers, and caught the pulse of the former.

The five people stood quietly like this, holding their breath, only the man with the sword would look back vigilantly from time to time, although the mountain path was long and there was no trace of anyone, but from the man's cold eyes, it could be seen that the pursuers had not completely gotten rid of it, and they might arrive at any time.

"This benefactor ......," Abbot Lichen suddenly spoke, "...... It's a battlefield killer, isn't it?"

"Oh?" the man turned around, "Does Master know him?"

"That's not the case," Master Lichen chuckled and shook his head, "It's just that the poor monk saw that the calluses on the palm of this benefactor were so deep, and there was a heroic air between his eyebrows, so he made a bold guess." ”

"Oh, Master's wisdom is not to be disguised," the man curled the corners of his mouth, "How is it?" Master, can I still save this one on my back?"

Master Lichen slowly withdrew his bloodstained hand, and he looked at the man, and his kind eyes already understood everything:

"Two, please come with the poor monk......"

The five deficiencies turned around and went towards the south wing where Xiao was located.

When he arrived at the row of side rooms, the man with the sword suddenly paused, turned his head to look at the half-hidden room at the door, and on the bamboo pole at the door, a pair of men's trousers full of patches were being sunburned. His eyes immediately froze, and he looked like he wanted to say something.

"Donor, please come in. ”

Lichen led the two monks with stinky faces, and had already opened the outer door of a clean room.

The man with the sword walked into the house, took off the unconscious man's dirty coat, and put him on the bed: "The stakes are very high, and I ask the abbot master to do his work quickly, so I can take him down the mountain as soon as possible." ”

"It's nature. Master Lichen recited the Buddha's name, and then turned around and wanted to tell the accompanying monks to fetch things and come over.

"Wait a minute," the sword-wielding man suddenly took something from his waist, "please take this, masters." ”

"Donor," Abbot Chen's expression was stunned, "you, what does this mean?"

The three monks' gazes with different expressions fell on the object in the man's hand, which was a slightly crumpled silver ticket with three large characters written on it—

One hundred taels.

"There is nothing else," Nan Rao's expression was still indifferent, and he easily stuffed the silver ticket into the arms of the two smiling monks behind him:

"The first time I came to the door, there was a lot of disturbance, so I should treat it as a little incense money, don't refuse, masters, just accept it. ”

"Amitabha, then thank you to the donor," the abbot nodded, "Dare to ask the donor's name?"

"Huh?" Nan Rao's eyes flashed slightly, "Master, what's the matter?"

Master Lichen said: "Since it is an incense donation, you should write the name of the donor on the merit record to show your sincerity." ”

"Oh......"

The man was silent for a moment, but finally opened his mouth slightly and spit out two words:

"Ke Dazzle"

"Amitabha!" Abbot's expression immediately changed, "Could it be the famous 'Yama Sword' Ke Yan Ke Hero?"

Ke Yan slowly let out a sigh of relief and nodded.

The one who was unconscious on the bed was naturally Hu Ji, the king of Zhang.

These days, the two of them went all the way to Songshan, and they encountered many killers on the way.

"It is my Shaolin honor that Ke Daxia can come to this temple," Lichen clasped his hands together, and his eyes were full of awe:

"Yuantong Yuanwu, go get water and silver needles!"

"Yes!

The two monks hurriedly ran out and separated.

"Good, good, since it is Ke Daxia to come to this temple, the poor monk is quite honored, but there is still one thing that is slightly puzzled. Abbot Lichen looked at Hu Ji on the bed and said.

"What's the matter?" Ke Yan glanced at him.

"I have heard that the 'strange doctor' evil Qianchen evil benefactor has a lot of personal relations with Ke Daxia, why didn't Ke Daxia invite him, but came all the way to my Shaolin?" asked Master Lichen. Although he had a warm smile on his face, in fact, there was a bit of jealousy and uneasiness hidden in his eyebrows.

Ke Yan shook his head, was silent for a moment, and suddenly sneered:

"Master Abbot is a smart person, and I know what Master is worried about, but it doesn't have to be like this, as soon as this person wakes up, the two of us will leave immediately, even if there is a big trouble, it will definitely not involve the head of Shaolin Temple!"

A trace of embarrassment passed over Master Lichen's face, he closed his palms, lowered his head, recited a Buddha name, and said in his heart:

"So good, very good, very good......"

......

Somewhere in the south of the Yangtze River, in the Zhongyi Hall of the Beggar Gang's Righteous Helm Headquarters.

Dong Cunfu's spiritual seat is placed high above the main seat, and on both sides of the spirit card, there is an incense candle inserted in each side, and the middle is full of flower and fruit offerings. In the incense burner, there are countless thin incense sticks, and there is a green smoke.

On both sides of the hall sat gloomy brethren at the helm, each with a white silk tied to his arms and shoulders.

They were full of worries and were silent. Occasionally, three or two people poked their heads out to whisper a few words, but they quickly separated under the cold gaze of the people around them.

They are waiting, reluctantly waiting.

Waiting for whom? Waiting for someone you've almost never met.

An "uninvited guest" who they are not convinced in their hearts.

"Dayi rudder, deputy helmsman, Qi Zehui to-"

Here it comes!

Everyone's faces sank, and they all turned their eyes to the door.

Qi Zehui appeared.

He changed into a clean coarse cloth robe, and walked slowly and heavily, with heavy steps, to the middle of the lobby, under the plaque that read, "Mighty spirit endures."

Dong Cunfu's spiritual seat stood there quietly.

Feeling a pair of eyes, looking at him with an unkind gaze, Qi Zehui, who was already in a heavy mood, suddenly felt even more pressure.

He didn't dare to slack off, just beat his spirit, step by step, step by step, and finally came to Dong Cunfu's spiritual position.

The old man who presided over the ceremony then spoke:

"A bow—"

He slowly bent down.

"Bow again—"

He slowly bent down again.

"Three bows—"

He bowed for the third, slowest and deepest......

When he raised his body again, his eyes were already red, and all kinds of good things in the past came to his heart, and for a while, he had mixed feelings.

In addition to Xiao, Dong Cunfu and Lu Shuying can be said to be the most sincere and dearest people to him. And now, both of them have died at the hands of the red-faced old devil.

And Dong Cunfu, Brother Dong, has also received such unforgiving torture that until now, even the corpses cannot be recovered.

Damn it...... It's so hateful......

Qi Zehui thought about it, his nose was sore, and after a while, tears flowed down.

At this moment, someone behind him muttered disdainfully:

"Oh, hypocrisy......"

Qi Zehui's body shook, and a trace of anger surged into his heart, but he held back, nothing more. He stretched out his hand, picked up the three sticks of incense and lit it to himself, bowed to the spiritual seat, and then solemnly inserted it into the incense burner.

Then he turned to face the righteous brethren who had been divided.

"Four bows!"

Qi Zehui took a deep breath and bent down.

Unexpectedly, there was silence in the hall at the moment, everyone looked at him with a playful expression, and no one squeaked.

According to the rules, it should be that after bowing, the gang members should say hello back, and then Qi Zehui stood up and continued the next process.

They shouldn't, Qi Zehui can only keep bowing like this.

A few sneers faintly reached his ears.

The old man who presided over was a little unbearable, cleared his throat, and said loudly:

"Brother Helm returns the salute!"

"See~passed~vice~helmsman~"

A jagged, yin and yang strange shout came, and the words were full of mockery and contempt, revealing no respect.

Qi Zehui's heart was already full of anger, but he could only hold back, raised his head and said with a forced smile:

"Thank you!" and then made it to the second place next to him.

Lao Ru said: "Next, please ask the deputy helmsman to preside over the succession......"

"Vice-big!"

A rough snort attracted all the attention: "Is he worthy?"

Qi Zehui clenched his fists.

"This ......"

"Uncle Song, don't say anything," the other person answered, "Lao Tzu wants to ask this surnamed Qi in front of Dong Helmsman and all the brothers today, what kind of ability does he have? How can he be in the position of deputy helmsman? I'm just a dog who came in by connection!"

"What the fuck are you!" Qi Zehui couldn't bear it anymore, and immediately took the case, and wanted to scold people.

The gang also stood up suddenly, and one by one they turned hostile eyes on Qi Zehui.

Qi Zehui moved his feet, thinking about whether to scold or do it first.

But the next words made him speechless:

"What are you arrogant about?huh?"

"If it weren't for you, would Brother Dong have died?"

"Phew! Waste! You killed Brother Dong!"

......

A sentence from the gangsters, like a sharp knife with a bright handle, penetrated into Qi Zehui's heart.

Oh, yes...... I killed Brother Dong......

Thump!

In the face of the crowd's abuse, he collapsed in his chair and no longer had the strength to stand up.