In an unremarkable small village at the foot of Shaomuro Mountain, a large amount of ownerless rice suddenly fell from the sky.

After the villagers found the white rice pouring all over the ground in the early morning, the first thing they did was to hurriedly call their mother-in-law and child, and secretly took out all the bamboo baskets and baskets at home to carry the rice.

Seeing that the rest of the people in the village also woke up, after everyone found out that the rice fell from the sky, only a dozen families in the village went crazy and carried the rice back to their houses.

The small village became a battlefield for a while, and both young and strong laborers and women, children, and old men all fought hard to carry rice to their families.

No one has the time to do anything else, or even to ask where the rice came from.

The rice that fell from the sky aroused the most real greed in the hearts of the villagers.

But paper can't hold the fire. The news of the appearance of a large amount of rice in the village was quickly spread.

Just when these villagers wanted to stop the "great business" of picking up rice and join hands to protect the rice in their village, they found that no one from outside the village came to grab the rice.

It turns out that in other villages, there is also rice that has been poured all over the ground.

It's not one, two villages. Instead, these ownerless rice were found in the surrounding villages.

The people of each village do not even have enough people to collect rice from their own village, so who has the spare time to care that other villages also have rice?

Obviously, the people behind the scenes have collected too much rice. The warehouses of just one village could not be put down at all, so many villages secretly borrowed warehouses to prepare rice.

The villagers in each village were most afraid that the government or the owner of the rice would come to hear the news and forcibly demand that they return the rice.

The group of villagers even considered how to refute it and how to hide it privately. But after a day or two, no one came to ask for the rice, and these people were a little relieved.

On the other hand, there is so much rice that everyone takes out everything in the house and puts it in rice.

The cellar was already full, and it still hadn't finished with all the rice.

At the same time, the hungry people in the wandering area of Shaomuro Mountain actually got the message and came down from the mountain one after another.

Each of these hungry people is hungry and has no face.

But when the hungry people gathered in one place, they suddenly became stronger.

What's more, the purpose of their gathering is to grab rice! Even the most greedy villagers could not stop this group of hungry people.

Seeing that Shaomuro Mountain had been surrounded for many days, the hungry people finally dispersed. Some of the monks who were responsible for caring for the hungry were relieved.

But the Shaolin abbot could not relax. On the contrary, he knew that the real problem was in front of him.

As soon as the hungry people went, the conspiracy of "besieging Shaolin Temple" was self-defeating.

If the mastermind behind the scenes didn't have a more damaging back-up move that didn't come out, then he had to appear early.

For these two days, Abbot Cheng Hui sat quietly in the meditation room.

However, some warrior monks in the temple always pay attention to every move under the mountain under his arrangement, and they have to inform the abbot every half a day.

Except for the ordinary people who coaxed the rice grain, everything was so quiet that it was depressing.

Until one day, the abbot of Chenghui, who was sitting alone in the meditation room, moved his ears.

The sound of hurried footsteps outside told him: the people behind the scenes are here!

Sure enough, the young little novice pushed open the door of the Zen room and panted, "Master...... Yamashita ...... A lot of ...... down the hill."

Cheng Hui didn't wait for him to finish speaking, he suddenly got up and hurried out.

Leaving a little novice who was still panting, he said that the head of the house was really more and more anxious every time.

When Cheng Hui arrived outside the mountain gate, he saw a large team marching towards the mountain on the stone path leading to the mountain gate.

It was only because the Shaolin Temple had made preparations this time, so as soon as they went up the mountain, some disciples rushed to spread the word.

By the time Cheng Hui arrived, the group had only reached the halfway point of the mountain.

The abbot of Chenghui stood on a high place and squinted his eyes at the group of people on the mountainside, and suddenly became angry and wondered in his heart: Are these people still hungry?

I saw that there were quite a few people in this team, and it was roughly estimated that there were always as many as five or six hundred people.

And they were dressed as beggars, and they were dressed as beggars.

But it soon became clear that this group of people was not a hungry people, nor did they look like a scoundrel who came for the first time.

In the end, the same ploy will not work a second time.

It's just that this group of beggars dressed as people is more eccentric than the hungry.

For though their hair was disheveled, their garments were patched.

But these patched clothes are neither old nor dirty, they are all brand new.

And looking at the steps they walk and the muscles on their bodies, it is obvious that they are all martial arts practitioners.

The abbot of Cheng Hui said in his heart: It seems that they are all brothers in the beggar gang.

The beggar gang was originally a big faction in the Central Plains, but it declined for a while.

Two years ago, Gang Leader Liu disappeared, and suddenly lost his voice in the rivers and lakes.

Even at the Huashan Conference, Qiu Songhe and the heroes who did not invite the beggars to the meeting.

It is said that the beggars have always acted above board, and the history of the formation is comparable to Shaolin.

Although it has been in decline for a long time, it is not easy to ignore.

Cheng Hui wondered in his heart: Could it be that the one who is hiding behind the scenes and wants to be unfavorable to Shaolin is actually a beggar gang?

To say that the disciples of the Beggar Gang are all over the world, just from the perspective of strength, they can indeed do things like buying empty rice and grain in the Songshan Realm overnight.

Cheng Hui looked closely at the group of "beggar disciples" who came up the mountain from a distance. At the head of the group was a sedan chair carried by four disciples.

A young man sat on the sedan chair. The young man was only twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and he was very thin.

And he saw that his hair was not tied up, but was draped over his shoulders. A golden cloth band is tied on the top, and the eyes are pierced tightly.

Look at him sitting unscrupulously on the sedan chair, one foot crossed, and the other foot simply resting on the armrest. The whole body leaned against the other handrail.

People who practice martial arts often have a sense of righteousness in their bodies. Even if he is a person in the demon path with a bad heart, standing in the crowd is as tall as a green pine.

This is inseparable from the stump and horse step kung fu that began at a young age.

It is rare to sit like a leper dog like this young man.

Looking at his slender body and lack of muscles, he doesn't look like a martial arts practitioner.

Cheng Hui was even more puzzled in his heart.

He had heard that the leader of the beggar gang not long ago was named Liu Xiongtian. It's a big man, and his character is also good.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the young man who is being carried by everyone.

Could it be that the beggar gang has changed another gang leader in such a short period of time?

Cheng Hui stood silently on a high place, and did not let people open the mountain gate, only quietly waiting for the beggars to help everyone go up the mountain before they came to share.

But he didn't expect that the thin man sitting on the sedan chair suddenly opened his eyes, and he only looked at Cheng Hui from a distance of dozens of zhang.

Immediately afterwards, the thin man had a greasy and funny smile on his face, and Cheng Hui looked straight at it.

For some reason, Cheng Hui was already full of dislike for this young man.