Even the merciful and kind-eyed master of joy and compassion couldn't open his brows, and the smile that Maitreya Buddha often had disappeared, and the anger on his face could not be stopped.

After Yan Shanhai told the three monks the ins and outs of the death of the bitter and sad master, he left the Shaolin Temple and returned to Songshan to send it. "Three masters, I'll go back to Songshan first, and I'll find someone to report something at any time. ”

Yan Shanhai walked with a heavy heart, he didn't add fuel and vinegar, but simply described that the Master of Bitterness was killed by Dongfang Wuji, and everyone was deceived by Gonggong Zhang.

In the evening of the same day, three monks came to visit.

"This mountain is as sharp as a sword, but it is magnificent, the Songshan faction chose this mountain, but it is stronger than our Shaolin Temple!" Master Le Bei sighed, he grew up from the Shaolin Temple since he was a child, and he knows all the mountains of the entire Songshan Mountain, but he has not been on the mountain of the Songshan faction.

Only by experiencing it first-hand can we feel the complexity and superiority of the geographical location of the Songshan faction.

Master Lebei stood in front of the door of the Songshan faction, pointed to the front and back of the mountain, and said, "Facing north and facing south, Feng Shui treasure!"

"Hahaha! The three masters are here, and there is a loss of welcome, a loss of welcome! Sorry! Sorry!" Yan Shanhai personally greeted him from the inside, and he stretched out his hand to the three monks to make a plea, "Everyone, please come in! Let's sit down and say." ”

The three monks also had Yan Shanhai to make a gesture respectively.

In the Songshan Hall, Yan Shanhai sat in the middle, and the three monks sat on the left and right.

Songshan Hall is the place where Songshan faction receives foreign guests, it is not as grand as the general sect, there are no carved beams and painted pillars, there is no splendor, on the contrary, it is full of simplicity.

Looking at Yan Shanhai again, as the alliance leader of the Wuyue Sword Sect, he was wearing the simplest Dao robe, and there were seven or eight patches on the Dao robe, which was not as good as the golden robes on the three monks.

couldn't help but bow their heads in shame.

"The masters came to my Songshan Sect overnight, I don't know what happened?" Yan Shanhai asked deliberately pretending not to know.

Four cups of tea were brought up by the subordinates, and even the tea was clear, but the mellow fragrance of spring water came to the face when the lid of the cup was lifted, and a few green tea leaves hung on the tea.

The three monks immediately recognized that this was the tea brewed on Songshan Mountain.

"We came to thank you for bringing the abbot's body back to the Shaolin Temple, so that he would not sink in the East China Sea. Master of Joy and Sorrow said to Yan Shanhai.

"This is what I should do, Shaolin Temple and my Songshan faction have been friendly neighbors for more than a thousand years, and I am just a passer...... It's a pity, alas, that the Master of Bitter Sorrow sacrificed himself for us...... I'm so ashamed!" Yan Shanhai said sadly to the three monks, and he even polished his tone, saying that the Master of Bitter Sorrow sacrificed for them.

"Didn't Zhang Huayu say that he had summoned all the sects and factions on the rivers and lakes, and he took the lead?

So Yan Shanhai explained his thoughts to the three monks, and he didn't need to say much about the shame of Gonggong Zhang, and showed it in front of them in a three-dimensional way.

"Zhang Huayu is so bold!"

"Does he still have a royal law in his eyes?"

"Delusional to start from our Jianghu sect, my Shaolin Temple is the first to disagree!"

"Amitabha, good, good. The death of the abbot, the three poor monks all felt angry, this revenge is not avenged, it is a loss of our Shaolin Temple's style. "It's rare for the Master of Joy and Sorrow to be so serious.

Yan Shanhai told the three monks about the plan of the Jianghu Alliance.

This time, it was the pillar of the Shaolin Temple that died, and the Shaolin Temple was the pillar of the rivers and lakes. If the Shaolin Temple allows the tragic death of the bitter and tragic master and does not seek revenge, once it spreads, it will be ridiculed by the whole world.

How many people will believe in Buddhism in the future?

"What is our plan?" Yan Shanhai asked the three monks, and before they could answer, he said again, "With Chen Yihe as the leader of the alliance, I, Hong Liang, Luo Qingkui, and the four of Tiger and Leopard are the assistants, and Duan Sheng and the Western Desert Sword Demon are the protectors. ”

"Then isn't our Shaolin Temple one level lower?" the Master of Sorrow asked, his tone a little dissatisfied.

Shaolin Temple is the biggest façade in the rivers and lakes! From beginning to end, it is the first-class, and of course it is not willing to be inferior.

"We will eradicate Zhang Huayu and Xichang in one fell swoop! Your Shaolin Temple is always a signboard, don't worry, and we are not monopolizing the rivers and lakes, as soon as Zhang Huayu dies, the alliance will be dissolved by itself." The top priority is to kill Zhang Huayu!" Yan Shanhai took a sip of tea, then put down the teacup, and the teacup was buckled on the table, making a soft sound.

"We understand that since we all have to contribute, let's do it. "As soon as the Master of Bitterness dies, the person with the highest status and the most important voice in the Shaolin Temple is the Master of Joy and Sorrow.

"I hope we will cooperate sincerely and get rid of Zhang Huayu together!" Yan Shanhai stood up, with the intention of sending off guests, he didn't want to say more to these three monks, he was already very tired. Those who understand reason don't have to spoil his saliva.

"I just don't know how many innocent people we will hurt if we do this for our own revenge. The Master of Sorrow said.

He is a pessimist, and it is precisely because of this that he is the most Buddhist of the four masters.

"Three masters, we are not for our own revenge, we are for the peace of the entire martial arts! If we have hurt the people of Limin, then you can also imagine that if the world falls into the hands of Zhang Huayu, how many people of Li will suffer? A eunuch, his revenge mentality can be imagined!" Yan Shanhai said righteously.

The three masters glanced at each other, thinking in their hearts that the revenge of the bitter and sad master must be avenged, and the martial arts tumor like Gonggong Zhang must also be eradicated. The Buddhists say well, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?

So they hit it off with Yan Shanhai, willing to do something for the rivers and lakes regardless of fame and fortune, and at the same time will take out the elite of Shaolin Temple and go to the Five Absolute Palace with Yan Shanhai.

Sent out all the way, watching the three monks of different shapes go away in the night, Yan Shanhai finally breathed a sigh of relief, he needed Shaolin Temple, and the alliance also needed Shaolin Temple. It's not that the strength of the Shaolin Temple is so strong, but that with the Shaolin Temple, it means that they are righteous and righteous teachers.

Yan Shanhai is a person who understands, and he knows that since he can talk about moving the Shaolin Temple, then it is not a problem for others to say that they can move their own sect. Now he only has one thing to worry about, and that is Chen Yihe.

He hurriedly returned to Songshan Hall, took out pen and ink, and began to draft.

After a long time, he tied the written letter to the pigeon's leg.

Whether it is successful or not, it depends on the creation of this carrier pigeon.