The more Zuo Lengchan thought about it, the more resentful he became, and even the true qi running in his body was a little unstable.

No, it's a sign that you're going to go crazy.

When Zuo Lengchan was in a panic, someone pointed at him on the acupoint behind him, and a majestic and atmospheric true qi walked through the veins in the blink of an eye, driving the cold and icy true qi in his body to return to the veins one by one, successfully relieving this crisis.

Only then did Zuo Lengchan regain his usual calm, stood up, turned to the master behind him who saved his life, and gave a deep salute.

"Thank you, Master, for saving Zuo's life. ”

The man behind him was obese and oddly described. It's obviously a rich gentry's dress, but he wears a weird big straw hat, and his face is covered with knife wounds, and he can't see his original appearance at all.

"You guy, don't cultivate well, and your heart is messed up again?"

The tone was unfriendly, but it was a concern.

Zuo Lengchan's face was a little frightened, although he was once the leader of the Wuyue Sword Sect, but in fact he was only a loner now.

"Thank you for the master's mention, but Zuo has not been able to figure out where the two masters and apprentices of Huashan came from. ”

The rich gentleman, who was called the master, smiled and said, "If you know, you will be satisfied?"

"Chaowen said, it is okay to die at night. Zuo is not talented, at least before I die, I must know who I lost to, and what kind of swordsmanship I lost to!" Zuo Lengchan was still breathless.

"Duh!" I took a short stick from nowhere, and the rich gentleman hit Zuo Lengchan on the top of the head: "Everything is false, losing is false, winning is also false, swordsmanship is false, life and death are even more false!"

Zuo Lengchan's eyes flickered, and the sharp pain coming from the top of his head made him have to wake up.

"Thank you, Master, Zuo, no... The disciple has been taught!"

This is the so-called head drink of Buddhism, I didn't expect that this fat man dressed as a rich gentleman would be a Zen master.

It turned out that this master was the master sent by Shaolin to help Zuo Lengchan.

During Zuo Lengchan's reign, although Master Fang Zheng did not like his aggressiveness, since they were using each other, there was no such thing as liking or disliking.

On the night that Zuo Lengchan was destroyed in Songshan, he decisively knocked on the door of Shaolin Temple.

He knew that when his enemies were Yue Buqun and Xu Yang, then only Shaolin and the Demon Sect could let him settle down for the time being.

But after fighting with the Demon Sect all his life, he didn't want to go over there in the end.

What's more, in recent years, the Demon Sect has acted quite upside down, and he was afraid that he would be killed by his subordinates if he didn't see Dongfang Undefeated.

As for the Shaolin faction, Zuo Lengchan naturally knew that they were not as quiet and inactive as they usually appeared, and they had no quarrel with the world.

On the contrary, the ambition in the hearts of these monks is probably no less than that of him, the leader of the Wuyue Alliance.

Sure enough, Master Fang Zheng personally greeted Zuo Lengchan and treated him no less than the treatment he had in his heyday.

In this way, Zuo Lengchan stayed in Shaolin Temple for half a year.

During the period, the cultivation of injuries was naturally not mentioned.

A few days ago, Master Fang Zheng left Shaolin and went to Huashan to congratulate Yue Buqun's daughter on her marriage.

Zuo Lengchan had a chance to mix with the walking monks and go down to Shaomu Mountain together.

Of course, he did not have the opportunity to re-ascend the Jade Girl Peak, but was arranged by Fang Zheng to live temporarily in a farmhouse at the bottom of the mountain.

When Fang Zheng went down the mountain and returned to the temple, he left more than a dozen monks, but none of these people Zuo Lengchan had ever seen.

Fang Zheng did not leave half an order, but just asked these monks to obey Zuo Lengchan's dispatch.

However, Zuo Lengchan found that these dozen monks all changed into the clothes of ordinary people, some pretending to be woodcutters, some pretending to be fishermen, and naturally some pretending to be rich gentry.

The meaning is already very clear, these people will be dispatched by Zuo Lengchan in the future, and once something happens, they have nothing to do with the Shaolin faction.

The fat man in front of him is the leader of these monks, and his Dharma name is Xuantong.

This is definitely not the order of the law of the Shaolin Temple for generations.

It should also be a pseudonym.

However, compared to his martial arts and Buddhism, Zuo Lengchan felt that everything else was just illusory.

The dozen or so monks are all masters, masters of masters.

Even Zuo Lengchan felt that the weakest one of them was no worse than the strongest of the thirteen Taibao of Songshan under him.

In other words, the Thirteen Taibao, who he was most proud of in the past, and the masters sent by the Shaolin faction casually, could win them.

This is the essence of the real gate faction, and the hidden strength on weekdays can be said to be unfathomable.

And Zuo Lengchan didn't know at all.

It's a shame that in the past, he was still single-minded and wanted to replace the position of the Shaolin faction.

What are you kidding, hard, I guess I can't beat it.

The so-called Yelang is arrogant.,It's a person like himself, right?

Zuo Lengchan smiled bitterly.

If it weren't for Master Xuantong, he might have gone mad and died.

The more advanced the internal strength, the easier it is to go crazy with a single thought.

When I was cultivating, I was thinking about the things I didn't have.

It's a death story.

Thinking of this, Zuo Lengchan bowed deeply and said, "Thank you for the master's guidance, when the disciple completes his wish, he will definitely take refuge in my Buddha and become a novice under the master's seat, and ask the master to take him in when the time comes!"

But Xuantong grinned and said: "The donor has nothing to do with my Buddha, and the poor monk actually doesn't have much fate, it is estimated that when this thing is done, he will have to think about it for another twenty years." ”

Zuo Lengchan was shocked, Shaolin's temple rules are really strict, and because of this little thing, he has to face the wall for 20 years?

What's more, this task was also arranged by the Shaolin abbot.

Xuantong seemed to understand Zuo Lengchan's thoughts, and still grinned and said: "Facing the wall is just the punishment of the poor monk himself, not the rules of the Shaolin Temple." ”

Zuo Lengchan nodded, or maybe this high monk was worried about killing too much.

There is no way, hatred is greater than anything else in his eyes, even if he will go to the Nine Hells in the future, let Zuo Mou bear it.

"Master, what news did you find out this time?Did Ling Hu Chong go down the mountain?" Zuo Lengchan suddenly remembered that Master Xuantong had already set off early this morning, and it was noon now, so I don't know what news he had inquired about.

Xuantong shook his head, sighed softly and said, "There is no movement on the mountain, and Linghu Chong has not come down the mountain. The plan of the left donor doesn't seem to have any effect. ”

When Master Fang Zheng descended the mountain before, Zuo Lengchan deliberately showed his figure, wanting to attract Linghu Chong to come to investigate, and wanted to break them one by one.

But unexpectedly, the other party was not fooled, but came again with all the people.

At that time, before the dozen or so monks arrived, Zuo Lengchan gave up his plan to annihilate the disciples of the Huashan Sect in one fell swoop.

Who knew that they would no longer come down the mountain to investigate afterwards, which made Zuo Lengchan very annoyed.

Knowing this, even if you pay a certain price at that time, you have to start.

However, there is no regret medicine in this world, so he can only repeatedly reveal his whereabouts around every day, hoping that he will make another mistake on the Jade Maiden Peak.

Today, Xuantong insisted on going to find out the news alone, and Zuo Lengchan certainly hoped that there would be some good news.

Unexpectedly, there was still only disappointment.

"Wait three more days!" Zuo Lengchan gritted his teeth and said: "After three days, if there is no effect, we will retreat first." ”

"I'm afraid I can't retreat. Dressed in white, Xu Yang reappeared in front of Zuo Lengchan and said with a smile: "Zuo Alliance Master, long time no see?"

"Retreat!"

Zuo Lengchan did not have the idea of friendship with Xu Yangpan.

There was only one thought in his heart, retreat!

When did this killing god return to Huashan?

The more than ten Shaolin monks who were arranged in various key roads didn't even notice it?

At this time, Zuo Lengchan was only surrounded by him and Master Xuantong, and the two joined forces, or they could block Xu Yang.

But he couldn't have come alone.

There must be a follow-up move, otherwise how can you be so calm and contented, and actually greet yourself?

Only run!

But Master Xuantong had no such intention at all.

He is a rare genius in the Shaolin faction, but he is not from the Shaolin Temple in Songshan.

Xuantong was born in South Shaolin, Putian Shaolin Temple.

At this moment, there was a mysterious meaning in his eyes, which was indescribable.

For Zuo Lengchan, who ran away early in the morning, Xuantong was very disappointed.

If a person does not even have the courage to face failure, then he will continue to fail.

This was the first thing his master taught him.

Obviously, Zuo Lengchan has lost his sense of honor as a master.

Then he might as well be alive and dead.

Xuantong has not always been a winner, he has lost to his peers more than once.

Every time he fails, he becomes stronger, because he will find his own shortcomings and the strengths of his enemies.

Then correct, learn, until you outdo each other.

So ten years later, he is already the number one master of Southern Shaolin.

He began to challenge the uncles and uncles of Northern Shaolin.

It turned out to be miserable, and he kept losing.

The gap between the two is simply too great.

Southern Shaolin is a corner of peace, and naturally it cannot compare its strength with Northern Shaolin, which is located in the Central Plains.

But the competition within the faction is often to the point, and although he loses, it is difficult to break and stand up.

When he found that he could no longer improve his level with this innocuous intra-faction duel, he resolutely left the temple.

On the rivers and lakes, he naturally has another identity, and that identity flashes like a meteor.

Everyone knows that there was once a short-haired boy with a brocade cloth and a golden sword, and he once defeated countless famous masters in less than a year.

The point is, he never identified himself, and he only sought victory and defeat, not killing.

Not only the masters of all walks of life, but even the masters of the Wuyue Sword Sect and the Demon Sect, he never let go.

Everyone called him "The Boy in Brocade", and for a time his prestige spread throughout the martial arts.

The last time, he was besieged, seriously injured and fled, and there has been no voice of this man on the rivers and lakes since.

No one knew that this "boy in brocade" finally escaped back to South Shaolin, and only broke through after 20 years of facing the wall.

The scars on his face have not changed, but his whole person has changed.

has become a fat monk who is happy all day long.

But this fat monk, after climbing the gate of Songshan Shaolin Temple again, no one can beat him.

Even Master Fang Zheng only barely fought a draw with him, and then spat out a few mouthfuls of blood.

Afterwards, Master Fang Zheng only said one sentence.

Perhaps, the rise of Southern Shaolin depends on this person. ”