After sending Zhang Tong away, Yin Tieshan knocked on the case, as if thinking about something, and the copper bell hanging on the beam suddenly rang, "Ancestor?"

"It's me, you come to the forbidden land~" A strange voice echoed in the room.

"Okay!"

After a cup of tea, Yin Tianshan was already standing in front of the statue of the god on the third floor of the underground palace, in the past, the idol would manifest, but this time it was not.

"It's that I'm too anxious, it's not that I don't trust you!"

"Why is the patriarch anxious? It's just a matter of course, how can it become like this?"

"Don't you know, after that kid got the Cultivation God Hidden Sutra, his divine soul is growing rapidly, and it is likely to condense the Yin God in advance, and the difficulty of seizing it will increase exponentially at that time, and he can actually understand the inheritance classics in the library pavilion, in case he gets a glimpse of some kind of secret method left by the ancestor, maybe he will be anti-guest-oriented!"

Yin Tieshan's heart is like a mirror, he has only been out for more than a month, even if Chen Guohua's qualifications are against the sky, it is impossible to gain the upper hand in a short period of time, this patriarch is afraid that he will use Chen Guohua to blackmail him to ask for more benefits.

He knew it in his heart, but on the surface, he agreed with the other party's statement, and then asked an interesting question, "Doesn't the Yin God have to wait until the transformation realm to condense?"

"People who are born with an open ancestral acuity are generally extremely short-lived, but they have unique qualifications in cultivation, and it is extremely difficult for others to condense the Yin God, but it is much easier for them!"

"I see, the Patriarch Yin God was injured, how can he recover?"

"It's not difficult, it only takes three or five months to retreat, by the way, that treasure should be found, right?"

"Thanks to the blessing of the ancestor, although I have encountered some trouble, I have already succeeded!"

"That's good, the kid surnamed Chen, you can help me get it back as soon as possible, and I can give you a big chance when the time comes, maybe you can use this to get the opportunity to enter the transformation realm!"

"Don't worry, the patriarch, I have already arranged it, and I will offer a reward to the fellow people in the rivers and lakes when I go back, I believe it won't be long before I will be caught and sent to the ancestor for disposal!"

"Well, don't hurt him!"

"I know this~"

......

Tan Guohua naturally didn't know that he was about to become famous in the rivers and lakes, although this fame would bring him a lot of trouble.

After a winter of dormancy, the internal and external injuries have healed, not only that, but there is another stream of true qi, which is thanks to the effect of the Yi Jing Cleansing Pill, otherwise I am afraid it will take a few more months.

Sensing the five strands of true qi fused in the sea of qi, he was both happy and worried, happy that his martial arts cultivation had improved, and worried that it was becoming more and more difficult to infuse true qi into the dantian, the carrying capacity of the sea of qi was limited, and only by constantly compressing the true qi could new true qi be poured in, so it could be inferred that when the nine true qi infusion was completed, it would be impossible to have five or six years of life.

If someone who practices martial arts hears his heart, he has to vomit blood, many people can't even touch the edge of the true martial arts realm in their lives, and some well-qualified cultivators will spend at least ten years of hard work to his current level, for example, Yin Xiaohuan has only been one line stronger than him since he was a child.

The small twenty-mile shop is just a post station on the journey, Tan Guohua went out to buy another donkey as a means of transportation, suddenly the sound of horses' hooves sounded, and soon after a large number of officers and soldiers passed, although it is not a big rear, but it is also far away from the battlefield, so many officers and soldiers suddenly appeared, there must be something big happening.

Tan Guohua immediately thought of Shaolin Temple, the new Zhou Tianzi's attitude towards Buddhism he already knew, if you want to be powerful, the choice of Shaolin Temple is undoubtedly extremely suitable, but... Is it necessary to use the army?

In any case, he would go to join in the fun, so he took the road and rushed to Songshan.

Dozens of miles away, in the case of not stingy true gas consumption in half a day, Tan Guohua had been to Songshan in the previous life, but the scenery he saw this time and his memory is very different, there is no bustling flow of people, there is no cableway, and even some famous scenic spots are gone.

Walking along the mountain road, he found many monks in a hurry, all of whom were carrying luggage, and it was clear that the monastery had learned the news in advance and dismissed some of the monks.

I found a place on a slightly higher ground, and planned to spy on the situation in the temple, but found that someone was doing the same thing as him, and the characteristics of that person were very eye-catching, with stubble white hair on his head, a fat red monk's robe wrapped around his body, a string of very irregular prayer beads hanging around his neck, and a skull Zen staff with a child's arm thickness on his hand, and his side face was also very different from that of the Han people, obviously not from the Central Plains.

When Tan Guohua came, the man was immediately alert, a cold light shot out of his eyes, and without saying a word, he jumped up like a goshawk.

The level of martial cultivation is difficult to define with the naked eye, but the momentum exuded when using force can see some clues, this monk of a foreign race is even more powerful than Yin Tieshan, I am afraid it is already the level of the innate peak.

Tan Guohua measured it in his heart in an instant, if he can't beat it, then run quickly.

Seeing the teenage baby running so fast, the monk sighed lightly, but did not stop at his feet, and kicked the ground suddenly. With his arms outstretched, he can glide like an eagle faster than stepping on snow without a trace.

Tan Guohua secretly screamed that it was not good, he suddenly turned around and swept in the direction of Shaolin Temple.

The monk really slowed down, he came here to take advantage of the fire to rob, and now the fire has not yet burned, wouldn't it be asking for trouble to rush over?

But at this moment, Tan Guohua shouted, "Master help!"

The four monks dressed in short fights and carrying large packages behind their backs stopped, and the long-faced middle-aged monks led by them saw the monk and called the Buddha: "Amitabha, King Snow Eagle, you are really here!"

"Haha, I heard that Shaolin is in trouble, you and I are both Buddhists, so naturally we have to watch and help each other, Master Xuanqing, you left in such a hurry, did you want to fly separately when the disaster came?"

"This is not the heart of King Laofa!" The monk named Xuanqing directly ignored his sarcasm, turned his head to Tan Guohua and said: "It's not the right time for the little benefactor to come, Shaolin is now difficult to protect itself, and it is powerless to shelter you!"

"Don't you Buddhists pay attention to compassion, do you just let this monk bully me?"

"The little donor should do it himself, junior brothers, let's go!" The four of them left regardless of it.

Tan Guohua looked at the package behind them, and knew in his heart that these four people must have a special mission, otherwise they would not even care about the reputation of Shaolin.

The Snow Eagle Dharma King naturally saw this, "Why are the four of you in a hurry to leave, Master Xuanqing, why don't we fight again!"

"If you have something to do today, let's talk about it another day!" Xuan Qing continued to hurry without looking back.

The more anxious the four of them were, the more important the mission they were carrying, and the Snow Eagle Dharma King quickly chased after them, and it seemed that they were planning to fight four.

"Four against one is too unfair, the old man also came to join in the fun!" suddenly came a thin old man from the small forest not far away, this person's biggest feature is that he has a pair of golden eyes, and he walks staggeringly, but he was still in the woods just now, and in the blink of an eye, he was already on par with the Snow Eagle Dharma King.

Another master!

Tan Guohua sighed secretly, it seems that there are many people who covet the Shaolin Temple's belongings, and I am afraid that it will be difficult for him to gain anything from this trip, but it is not in vain to be able to see the master duel with his own eyes.

The four monks had high and low skills, and the two who were left behind were quickly caught up, and Xuanqing and the other monk had to stop to help.

Four to two, the four Shaolin monks have no intention of fighting, and the monk and the thin old man do not have the heart to fight, but deliberately delay time, so the fight is not fierce.

The layman looks at the liveliness, the insider looks at the doorway, and now Tan Guohua is also half an expert, the Snow Eagle Dharma King has a high combat power, the skeleton Zen staff is powerful and heavy, the five fingers are as sharp as eagle claws, and the claws are more than a foot long, which is the effect of the release of true qi.

The thin old man's body is weird, flickering left and right, up and down, making people unguardable, and the weapon he uses is also very special, it is a short weapon shaped like a chicken claw, probably called the hen claw mandarin duck Yue, occasionally can send out a few feet of silver to train and hurt the enemy, which is enough to show that his cultivation is not weaker than the Snow Eagle Dharma King, and the blade in his hand is also a divine weapon.

The four monks used all eyebrow sticks made of fine iron, and the cooperation was very tacit, covering up the lack of strength of two of them.

It took nearly two pillars of incense to reach the bottom of the mountain, and the official road under the mountain had already been tightly blocked by officers and soldiers.

A general at the head of the group, dressed in silver armor and holding a big sword, looked more than twenty years old, looked very handsome, saw the six people fighting, did not let the sergeant stop it, let alone order the siege, just watched the battle with interest.

As soon as Xuanqing saw that there was no hope of going down the mountain, it was completely due to the monks and the thin old man, and finally moved the real fire, turning defense into attack, and the other three monks were the same.

"There are so many people here, this Dharma King will discuss with you from the Shaolin Temple another day!" After the Snow Eagle Dharma King finished speaking, the head of the skull staff suddenly spewed out a cloud of blue smoke, and then the figure shot backwards.

The thin old man was even more decisive than him, raised his sword to parry the eyebrow stick, and then ejected away with his strength.

The four of Xuanqing were unrestrained, and rushed towards the military formation with sticks.

The silver-armored young general snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, the archers took a step forward, and the arrows were like flying locusts blocking the castration of the four people.

The four eyebrow sticks danced like wheels, and the rain of arrows seemed to have been split by them, and it was difficult for them to hurt the occasional fish that slipped through the net, because the four of them all practiced invulnerability, especially the true qi on the surface of Xuanqing's body, which faintly formed a protective cover, and ordinary arrows could not penetrate the defense.

In the blink of an eye, the four of them rushed to the front of the army, the archers retreated, the pikemen, sword and shield men met the enemy, and the blood-boiling battle began......