In the blink of an eye, more than half a month passed, and Chen Ao and his entourage hurried and hurried, and finally entered the Henan Mansion.

The weather is getting warmer, and the willows are gradually pulling out new branches. The crowd took off their padded jackets and put on light jackets. It's just that Zhao Ling is proud of his figure, and the clothes on his body highlight his slender figure. Even if a man is dressed, others can tell that this person is a woman by looking at his towering breasts.

On this day, the crowd entered a small town called Nanlu Town. After inquiring, I learned that this place was already very close to Shaomuro Mountain. A hundred and ten miles north of the town is the road up the mountain. Along the tens of thousands of stone steps built by Shaolin monks, all the way up the mountain, you can see the Shaolin Temple.

After rushing for more than 20 days, everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that their destination was close at hand. Chen Ao estimated that there were still eight or nine days before the Nalaoshzi Martial Arts Conference was held. So he simply stayed in the best inn in town, intending to rest well. Anyway, he had no interest in the monks on the mountain, so he was not in a hurry to report for duty.

Although this town is not big, the sparrows are small and have all kinds of organs. Perhaps it's because of the large number of devout believers who come and go, and the town is always lively. There are all kinds of shops. Chen Ao led Liang Xiaoya and Zhao Ling to walk around the street for two days, and traveled through all the delicious and fun things.

After that, there were gradually more characters in the town. I think the news that the Shaolin Temple held a martial arts conference has spread all over the rivers and lakes, and these people are here to join in the fun.

After experiencing a salt gang conference, Chen Ao was not so surprised by this phenomenon. In order to avoid trouble, he had to keep himself in the backyard of the inn and minimize the number of appearances.

In the blink of an eye, it is the first day of March. On the evening of this day, Chen Ao was bored, watching the sky get dark little by little, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. Liang Xiaoya and Zhao Ling played crazy for a day, and they must have fallen asleep at this time. Chen Ao simply pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard.

This small courtyard was wrapped up by him, and several rooms in the courtyard were all occupied by his own people, so he didn't worry about safety. The temperature at night was still very low, Chen Ao tightened his clothes, looked at the silver glow all over the ground, and was about to write a poem affectionately.

Who knew that before he could think about the beginning, he saw a black shadow flashing in front of him. Chen Ao was stunned, thinking that it was a wild cat in spring, or that he was dazzled, but he didn't care. Who knew that in the blink of an eye, the black shadow flashed again.

This time the distance was much closer, and Chen Ao clearly saw that the black shadow was a human form!

After wandering the rivers and lakes for so long, Chen Ao's vigilance has greatly improved. He immediately realized that something was wrong, and was about to open his mouth to scream. A big hand suddenly reached out from behind his back, covered Chen Ao's mouth, and whispered in his ear: "Don't shout, it's me!"

Chen Ao couldn't shout at this time, and glanced back from the corner of his eye. I only saw the person behind him with a round bald head, his face was serene, and he was very familiar. He thought about it quickly in his mind, and suddenly he was surprised and delighted, and exclaimed, "Woo woo......"

His mouth was still gagged, and he could only let out two moans. The monk behind him took his hand away, and Chen Ao smiled and said: "Master Jingchen, it turned out to be you! Why are you sneaky? Don't you know, people can be scared to death?"

Jingchen's face was calm, and he was about to speak. Chen Ao said again: "Master Jingchen, why are you here? Oh! I know, you are also here to participate in the martial arts conference! You are also the host, can you reveal a little inside information?"

Jingchen was a little helpless and was about to speak. Chen Ao couldn't wait to say again: "I know that you must not be convenient to say. But we're not outsiders anymore. You don't know, do you? You think that Mr. Su, who is dead, is still alive and well! Not only that, but he also took me as an apprentice! Hehe, now we are our own people, right? It's just that Master is now going to sea to meet his old lover, and he doesn't have time to attend this Rausch conference, so let me join in the fun!"

When Jingchen heard Su Zhuo's message, he was taken aback and was about to speak. Chen Ao interjected again: "I ......"

This time he couldn't say it, and Jingchen reluctantly pointed out and lightly touched Chen Ao's throat. Chen Ao suddenly felt numb in his throat and could no longer speak.

Jingchen said in a deep voice: "You listen to me first!"

Chen Ao saw that he seemed to be a little angry, so he had to smile, which meant: "You said ...... you said"

Jingchen said: "Is Mr. Su really alive?"

Chen Ao nodded vigorously, and saw that Jingchen's eyes changed a few times, and finally sighed: "Amitabha, good, good, good......"

Chen Ao thought to himself, it is convenient for the monk to speak. Whatever it is, you can say that. It is similar to the sentence "I-", whether it is excitement, fright, anger, doubt, etc., it can be summed up in a word!

He stretched out his finger and pointed to his mouth, and Jingchen then came out to solve Chen Ao's dumb hole. Chen Ao said: "Master Pure Dust, you are so late, there must be something to do with me, right?"

Jingchen said: "If Mr. Su was here, presumably things would not be so tricky...... Alas......"

Chen Ao hurriedly said: "Master is not here, it is the same with me! Master Jingchen, have you encountered any trouble? Don't worry, I am not what I used to be, you should be impressed." Let's hear what the hell is going on!"

Jingchen sighed and said, "Okay, I originally came to ask you for help." The poor monk will not be verbose. This martial arts conference was initiated by the poor monk's senior brother Jingxiang. When the poor monk heard this, he felt a little strange. Although Senior Brother Jingxiang is a little greedy for authority, he is not a person who likes to be in the limelight. He has served as the abbot for more than ten years, and he has not made much noise in the rivers and lakes. I don't know why he held the so-called martial arts conference this time!"

Chen Ao said with a smile: "Shaolin Temple is a martial arts faction, and it is not a big deal to hold a summit and raise a reputation." ”

Jingchen looked solemn, shook his head, and said, "It's not that simple. When the poor monk heard about this, he rushed back, and had just arrived in Shaolin the day before yesterday. I've already walked around the temple, and it's strange that I haven't seen the abbot Jingxiang. Even the first Pure Brother of the Dharma Hall and the first Pure Light Senior Brother of the Luohan Hall are nowhere to be seen. ”

"Huh?" Chen Ao also felt that something was wrong, "This conference is still held in a few days, why aren't a few heavyweights here?"

Jingchen said: "In addition, there is another point that makes me very confused. That is in the Shaolin Temple, it seems that he lived and thought it was a big man. Listening to the accents of those servants, it seems to be from the capital. If I'm not mistaken, these people are most likely from the four great families!"