A short time later, a slender ghost envoy walked into the main hall.

"The Lord of the Enlightenment Palace... Zheng... Zhengzhou City... Something happened..."

Coming to the ghost king of Hades, the ghost envoy bent down, respectfully clasped his hands into fists, and said in a trembling voice.

"Zhengzhou City... Something happened?"

Glancing at the ghost envoy, the Ghost Yama King asked in a deep voice.

"The Lord of the Enlightenment Palace... Bull Head Protector... He... He... He's dead..."

His body trembled slightly, and the ghost's voice stuttered a little because he was afraid.

"The bull's head is dead... Who did it, what happened!"

Hearing this, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and the Ghost Hades asked in a cold voice.

I secretly guessed in my heart, could it be that the six major factions made a move?

"Lord of the Qiqi Palace, the bull-headed protector wanted to take those children out of the city, but the silver flute boy suddenly appeared, and the bull-headed protector was invincible to him, and was ... was killed..."

With his head down, the ghost envoy didn't dare to come out, and replied with a trembling voice.

"Yindi Gongzi, Shen Wuxian! Okay! What a junior in the rivers and lakes! I didn't expect Shaolin Temple to meddle in this matter!"

Hearing the name of the Silver Flute Prince, the Ghost Yama King had a gloomy face and laughed.

"Bump!"

After laughing, the Ghost Yama King's eyes were full of anger, and he slapped the ghost envoy's face with a palm!

Suddenly, the ghost envoy's eyes widened, his face full of horror, and the color turned black behind him, and blood flowed from his face!

But the blood did not drip to the ground, but gathered in the palm of the Ghost Yama King!

In just a few breaths, the ghost envoy turned into a dried corpse, and the blood in his body was drained, and in the palm of the ghost Hades, it gathered into a blood ball!

With a cold face, the Ghost Yama King opened his mouth and swallowed the blood ball into his stomach!

Shura has no selfish work!

This exercise can forcibly absorb the blood of the opponent and make the opponent's blood die!

"The hall master is angry!"

Beside him, seeing that the hall master was angry and killed the ghost envoy, Ma Mian hurriedly knelt on one knee and said with a panicked expression.

"Impermanence and Mrs. Meng, where are you now?"

Retracting his wrinkled hand, his heart filled with anger, the Ghost Hades asked in a deep voice.

What a Shen Wuxian dared to kill the bull head and go against the Shura Palace! I must not let him go!

Even if you are an enemy of Shaolin, you are not afraid!

"The Lord of the Qiyu Palace, I don't know the whereabouts of impermanence, Mrs. Meng is now in Yangcheng..."

Hearing this, Ma Mian replied respectfully.

"Immediately fly the pigeon and pass the book, and let Mrs. Meng come to me with Shen Wuxian's head!"

With a wave of his hand, the Ghost Hades immediately ordered angrily.

"Hall Master, Shen Wuxian is the apprentice of the Juekong Divine Monk, and his rank is not low in Shaolin Temple... If you kill him, I'm afraid that the Juekong Divine Monk and the Shaolin Temple will not give up..."

Hearing the order of the hall master, Ma Mian thought about it and hurriedly persuaded him.

"Hmph, since we want to dominate the martial arts, we must first destroy the six major factions, and then the Shaolin Temple... Since sooner or later we are going to fight, what's the matter?

Looking at the horse face with cold eyes, the Ghost Yama King frowned and said undoubtedly.

"Subordinates obey!"

Hearing this, Ma Mian hugged his fists and immediately walked out of the hall and went to fly the pigeon to pass the book.

"Shen Wuxian, the old man won't kill you, and the anger in my heart is unsettled!"

After the horse retreated, the Ghost Yama King put his hands behind his back and shouted angrily.

Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that the bull head is one of the four protectors of the Shura Palace, and now he has been killed by Shen Wuxian, and the Shura Hall has lost face!

If you don't kill Shen Wuxian, the Shura Hall will definitely be laughed at by the rivers and lakes!

.............

The next morning, the sky was clear and the sun was shining.

At the foot of Shaomuro Mountain, a blue figure holding a silver flute walked towards the mountain.

This blue figure was none other than Shen Wuxian who the Ghost Hades had ordered to hunt down.

"Bell! bell!"

When I walked to the mountainside, I heard a bell ringing in my ears, and then a flock of birds flew in the woods on the mountain.

"Hehe, I've been wandering the rivers and lakes for so long, I miss the bell of Shaolin Temple..."

Listening to the bell ringing and feeling happy, Shen Wuxian turned the silver flute in his hand and continued to walk towards the mountain.

But when he came to the gate of Shaolin Temple, Shen Wuxian stood in the distance and blinded himself, but he did not approach, but walked around the back mountain.

"Oh, don't go in, otherwise those monks will want to be uncle, and the uncle will keep shouting..."

Smiling slightly, Shen Wuxian shook his head, and walked around the back mountain.

Because he is the apprentice of the Juekong monk, although he is a lay disciple, but the monk is the former host of the Shaolin Temple, so his seniority is not low, even if he is the current abbot, he has to call himself a junior brother!

And whenever the little monk in the temple saw Shen Wuxian, he would respectfully call out to his uncle, which really made Shen Wuxian feel a headache.

So knowing that the master liked to stay in the back mountain to chant and chant Buddha on weekdays, Shen Wuxian went to the back mountain to meet.

After a while, Shen Wuxian came to the back mountain, a flock of birds flew in the sky, the white clouds were all fluttering at hand, and the surrounding scenery was very charming.

Not far away, an old monk in a golden robe was standing in the wind, with his back to Shen Wuxian and looking at the beautiful scenery of the clouds.

"Master!"

Seeing the back that was very longing, the corners of Shen Wuxian's mouth raised lightly and he called out.

Hearing the call, the old monk slowly turned around, only to see two long white eyebrows fluttering in the wind, the old monk smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his face was kind.

He is the former abbot of Shaolin Temple, a monk of Juekong, who is now 117 years old and one of the six great masters in the rivers and lakes.

"Trace, you're back..."

The old man's gaze was fixed on Shen Wuxian, and the Juekong Divine Monk kindly called softly.

"Well, the apprentice misses the master!"

Nodding, Shen Wuxian ran to the master and said very longingly.

"Amitabha, it's good to come back, I miss you as a teacher, you have been wandering alone all these years, you must have suffered a lot..."

Turning the Buddha beads in his hand, the monk Juekong looked at the disciple and said distressedly.

"The apprentice is not bitter, but the apprentice can't be by the master's side all these years, and the apprentice feels guilty... Over the years, how is the master's health?"

Shaking his head, he reached out and grabbed the master's hand, and Shen Wuxian asked with concern.

"Don't worry, the teacher is still in good health, you don't have to worry about the teacher... I've heard about it, but now you're in the rivers and lakes, and your reputation is spreading..."

With a kind smile on his face, he stretched out his wrinkled hand and touched Shen Wuxi's head, and the Juekong Divine Monk said with a smile.

"These are all false names, and the apprentice has always remembered the master's teachings, hoeing the strong and helping the weak, punishing the traitor and eliminating the evil..."

Looking at the clouds, Shen Wuxian replied humbly.

"Good..."

Hearing this, the Juekong Divine Monk said well, and his eyes were full of relief.

"Trace, all these years of wandering the rivers and lakes, have you performed the Infinite Buddha Skill?"

Suddenly, holding the apprentice's hand and inadvertently touching the vein, the Juekong Divine Monk frowned and asked with a worried expression.

Hearing the master's inquiry, Shen Wuxian nodded, so he slowly narrated what had happened to him over the years.

"Traces, although the Wuji Buddha Gong is against the sky, it can accommodate the other party's internal force for its own use, but the method of going against the sky has drawbacks, and I have only used it once in my life as a teacher, I hope you don't use it more... Remember, if the internal forces of yin and yang cannot be balanced, you can only take one of them, and do not forcibly fuse them, otherwise your life will be endangered..."

After listening to the apprentice's experience over the years, I knew that the apprentice had performed the Wuji Buddha Skill several times, and now he could only use the feminine internal force in his body, and the monk Juekong explained earnestly.

"Master, don't worry, the apprentice understands..."

Hearing this, feeling the master's concern, Shen Wuxian smiled slightly.

"Trace, how long are you going to stay when you come back this time?"

Nodding, turning the Buddha beads in his hand, the Juekong Divine Monk asked with a smile.

"Well, after accompanying the master to celebrate his birthday, the apprentice will leave again..."

Looking at the master with longing eyes, Shen Wuxian replied softly.

When I returned to Shaolin Temple and saw the master, I felt like I had returned home.

...........