Songshan, is one of the five mountains of the middle mountain, its mountain is handsome and beautiful, the rocks are verdant and verdant, the peak wall is surrounded and towering, it is like the posture of hibiscus, leaning on the stone overlooks, the peaks and ravines bloom at the feet, the ridges are uneven, there is the momentum of "seeing all the mountains at a glance".

The clouds between the mountain peaks change rapidly, making people dizzy. The ancients Lu Shou once wrote a poem: "The thirty-six peaks are like a bun, and pedestrians come and go comfortably; ”

In addition to the pleasant scenery and admiration, its mountain is the treasure land of outstanding people, the east is the Songshan school of Taimur Mountain, and the west is the Shaolin school of Shaolin Mountain; the two high mountains are stacked on top of each other, stretching and undulating on the south bank of the Yellow River, and the mountains form a "complementary" posture, which is beautiful.

At this time, the Shaolin Temple under the Shaolin Mountain, the Zen Buddhism that had been silent for a hundred years, set off a bloody storm again tonight, shouting to kill and shake the sky, and the sound came and went;

A figure under the Shaomu Mountain, with the sound of the wind swept through the forest, Ling Xiao had already heard the shouts on the mountain, and rushed up the mountain in a hurry, and ran to the mountain gate in a short time.

I saw that there was no guard at the gate, and there were no monks patrolling, and the gate was half-hidden and half-covered.

Hundreds of monks in the courtyard fought with a group of black-clothed people of inexplicable origin, and the bodies of black-clothed men and monks on the ground fell one after another.

And in the center, the Shaolin monks put a Shaolin formation, this array is composed of seventy-two people, each guarding the formation, holding a vajra stick, a group of black-clothed people around a group, this array is called "Vajra Demon Array", Ling Xiao saw that this array was quite extraordinary.

Although he has excellent swordsmanship and excellent martial arts, he can't recognize this formation, and although the man in black is brave with his sword skills, he will never be able to rush out of the formation, and for a long time, he will definitely die of exhaustion.

But when can this kind of scuffle stop, seeing that a gray-clothed monk couldn't resist it, he stepped forward and flew a kick, right in the place where the black-clothed man was collarbone.

The little monk saw that someone came to help, and looked at the situation, and saw that a person was not a monk or a Taoist, and he was not a person in the temple.

From the clothes of the monks, they can distinguish their status in the temple, but the disciples are circling here, and what makes Ling Xiao wonder in his heart is that he has not seen the head of each hall in the temple at all.

Everyone is fighting more than once, no one cares about him, and no one can find anyone to answer, see the rear fire, the heart is concerned about the old Zen master Kehui, come to the side courtyard alone, see an unknown pavilion has burned most of it, there are disciples who carry water to fight the fire, there are also monks who whirl buckets, the thousand-year-old temple can now be described as a mess.

After defeating a few black-clothed people, Ling Xiao grabbed a little monk and asked, "This little master, dare to ask where your master is?"

The little monk had just seen Ling Xiao's skills, and he didn't look like his black-clothed comrades, so he said anxiously: "Donor, we haven't seen the ancestor, only the uncle is here to preside, begging the hero to help the temple."

Ling Xiao asked anxiously, "Then where is your uncle?" The little monk pointed and was not far from the black-clothed man fighting, the yellow-clothed monk, Ling Xiao nodded and ran towards the yellow-clothed monk.

This person's law name Zhou Hai, is the head of the five holy monks, the disciple of Wuben, at this time is fighting with the leader of the man in black, although his "demon palm" is quite hot, but still can't fight for a long time, seeing the people fall to the ground one after another, his heart is like a knife, how can he be separated from the lack of skills.

After thinking about it, he was slightly distracted, and the opponent slashed at him horizontally, Zhou Hai was shocked at the moment, and hurriedly raised his stick to block it, and suddenly the man in black fell to the ground in response.

When Zhou Hai was wondering, he saw a young man in his thirties walking out from behind the man in black, and he was attacked by Ling Xiao with a sneak attack.

Ling Xiao stepped forward and hugged his fists and said, "Master, why did Shaolin fall into such a situation?" Zhou Hai saw Ling Xiao spit out the words of the Central Plains, and knew that he was not an accomplice in black, although Fang Cai's blow was a sneak attack, but he also saw that his skills were quite deep.

Hurriedly stepped forward to make an inquiry: "Donor, sin, Shaolin is in this calamity, it is the number of cause and effect, and this is not the time to discuss, I hope the donor will help the temple."

Ling Xiao thought to himself: "This person regards the invasion of foreign races as "cause and effect", and it seems that the Zen method is already good" and then asked: "Master, where are the ancestors of your sect?"

Zhou Haidao: "If you talk about what happened for a while, I implore the donor to go to the Daxiong Treasure Hall to help my uncle."

Ling Xiao didn't have time to ask about the passage, at this time, he was really racing against time, and if he didn't go for a moment, maybe Zhou Hai's uncle would be in danger, so he nodded at Zhou Hai, turned around and left.

Although Zhou Hai didn't know if Ling Xiao could defeat the enemy, but with the help of such a master, there was a little more hope, otherwise the thousand-year-old temple would disappear after tonight.

With a loud chant of "Amitabha", he greeted a man in black again, and his tricks were even more fierce, completely oblivious to life and death.

Ling Xiao walked through the attic, walked through the Heavenly King Palace, and came to the door of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, only to hear the sound of swords coming from the hall, and hurriedly came to the hall.

I saw the original majestic and sacred Buddhist holy land, but at this time I couldn't bear to look at it directly, the incense burner was knocked over to the ground, the dust was filled in the air and made people breathless, and several Arhat incense cases were knocked over to the ground.

In the center of the hall, eight black-clothed men, armed with narrow steel knives, fought with two monks in robes and in their sixties.

The black-clothed man's knife skills were amazing, these eight black-clothed people, if Zhang Yu was here, he must be familiar with it, it was at the foot of Mount Tai that assassinated his nine brothers, Jiumu Sang.

Jiumu Sang was originally a half-brother, but they got along quite harmoniously, and the feelings were deep, and Damu Sang was killed by Zhang Yu that day, and the other eight brothers have been holding grudges.

After the injury healed, diligent practice of knife skills, now the knife skills have been further refined, with each other very tacit understanding, has formed a formation of its own, the two monks are surrounded in the middle, the tricks are rigorous so that the two monks, always rushed to kill.

And the two monks, on the identity is not low, one is seven feet tall, long face pointed jaw, thin yellow chicken face, holding a steel rod, so that it is the "Wei Tuo stick method" every move of the wind screaming, so that Yamu Sang dare not get close, this person is enlightened, is the first in the Shaolin Temple in the precept institute, but also one of the Shaolin five monks.

The other person, although not the five god monks, his identity is not under the former, the first seat of the Shaolin Bodhi Academy, the name of the law is difficult, his person is seven feet tall, with a square face and short beard, and his expression makes people look at it and can't help but want to retreat, it is really like a god of mourning.

He has been crying and mourning, and he is in charge of the Bodhi Academy, and all the disciples are extremely afraid of him, and the disciples are more afraid of him than the enlightenment of the Vinaya Academy.

He used the Shaolin mastery "twisted flower grappler" a total of 7749 styles, each style is divided into three moves, a total of 147 moves, the tricks are endless, or grab, or take, or hook... Let Yagi Sanhisa not be able to attack.

In addition to the battle in the field, which made Ling Xiao frown, there were also two people standing outside the field, one was dressed in black, wearing a hat and black veil to cover his face and not see his face clearly, this person was also Zhang Yu's old acquaintance, outside Xiangyang City that day, it was this person wearing a hat who fought against him.

The other person was dressed, not much different from the bearded birdman he saw in the Linggu Temple a few days ago, and the clothes were similar to the former, and he looked like he was in his fifties, with two horizontal white eyebrows, two mustaches on his lips, holding a steel knife around his chest, and looking at the center of the field with an expressionless face.

And when Ling Xiao saw them, the two of them also saw Ling Xiao, and before Ling Xiao could speak, the man in black wearing a hat said in a stiff tone: "You are, Ling Xiao..."