In the hall of the Great Hung Treasure, the lights are bright. The body of the Shaolin disciple outside the www.biquge.info hall has been carried elsewhere and placed temporarily, at this moment. In the hall, only the three monks of Kuzen, Kuyan, and Kuye are left.

Kuye looked at the Kuzen master with a dark face, and said worriedly, "Senior brother, if you don't find the antidote in time, I'm afraid there will be..."

The bitter face master on the side said loudly, "The martial arts of those three people are so weird, far above you and me, this night attack on Shaolin Temple can easily find the Yijin Sutra in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, I am afraid that there must be something strange in this." ”

"Senior Brother Kuyan is reasonable, after these three people sneaked up on Senior Brother Kuzen, they went straight to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, which shows that the three of them are so familiar with the terrain of Shaolin Temple, and it happens that it is the time when the abbot goes to Luoyang, which must be a secret to be unspeakable. ”

Sitting on the futon, the Kuzen master's face turned pale, and a black qi slowly emanated from under his skin, he forcibly held back the pain in his eyes, and coughed dryly, "I just have my eyes infected by poison, just take care of it slowly, the two junior disciples don't have to worry about my affairs." ”

"However, if Senior Brother doesn't heal sooner, I'm afraid he will..."Kuzen Master Dao looked at the Kuzen Master with a dark face.

"I plan to leave for Luoyang early tomorrow morning and inform the abbot of the theft of the Yijin Sutra. The Kuzen master clasped his hands together and forced the poisonous gas out of his body, but the poisonous gas swam away in the breath he used.

"Senior brother, no. Seeing that Master Kuzen was trying to force the poisonous gas out of his body with his own strength, Kuye hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.

"There is still a lot to think about in this matter, and we must not rush it. Although the Yi Jin Sutra was taken away by the thieves, they didn't know how to open it after all. Senior Brother Kuzen went to Luoyang, firstly, to explain to the abbot everything that happened in the temple, and secondly, to visit the lord of Murong Lou, hoping that he would have a way to expel the voodoo from the senior brother. Kuyan looked at the bitter Zen master with a painful face, and said slowly.

"However, Senior Brother's eyes are now... If you go to Luoyang, I'm afraid you will..."Kuye looked at Master Kuzen with a worried face, his eyes lit up, and he said softly, "Otherwise, I'll accompany my senior brother to go with me." ”

"No" Master Kuzen shook his head, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "There is a sudden change in the temple, you two want to sit in the temple, although my eyes are inconvenient, it should be fine if I only need to bring a few disciples." ”

Master Kuye looked at Master Kuzen who was trembling, hurriedly stepped forward to support him, slowly helped him sit on the futon, gritted his teeth and said, "Why don't you arrange for eighteen bronze people to escort senior brother forward." ”

"That's okay," Ku Yan agreed, "Those three people are all evil skills, and they must not be from a family of rivers and lakes." They should have been ordered by others, and they had already gone back to restore their lives, and if they were other young people, the bronze man Arhat would be able to deal with it easily. ”

"However, if the eighteen bronze people go to Luoyang with me, the temple will definitely be empty, if..."

Before Master Kuzen finished speaking, Master Kuyan preemptively said, "There are me and Senior Brother Kuye in the temple, you can rest assured." ”

"Senior brother, you are resting in the Daxiong Hall tonight, and I ordered the disciples to stay outside the door. Kuye glanced at Kuyan, the two looked at each other, and slowly exited the hall.

Ku Yan walked to the stone steps in front of the main entrance of the main hall, looked at the snow petals floating in the sky and the blood stains on the floor that had not yet passed, and sighed, "All cause and effect have a fate. The reappearance of these three people must be a precursor to the Southern Xinjiang invasion of our Central Plains martial arts. ”

"Southern Xinjiang, remnants of the Barbarian King?" said Ku Ye with a shocked expression, looking at the bitter face beside him.

Kuyan shook his head and said, "It's too late, half a month ago, the abbot received a secret letter from the Qingcheng faction and hurried to Luoyang, I guessed one or two, but I didn't expect it to be so ...... so quickly."

"Didn't the barbarian king of Southern Xinjiang be exterminated by our eight factions a hundred years ago? How could he reappear in the rivers and lakes?", Kuye looked at the bitter face with a worried face, and couldn't help but feel a trace of worry in his heart.

"Let's go, go back to their rooms to rest, for a period of time in the future, the rivers and lakes will not be peaceful. Ku Yan turned around and walked east along the corridor outside the hall, while Ku Ye turned around and walked to the other side, leaving only a few disciples to guard the door.

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At dawn, a white shadow flashed in the Shaolin Temple, but the disciples guarding the mountain gate did not notice it. The white shadow shuttled through the east of the Shaolin Temple like a gust of wind, and went straight to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and leaped over the warrior monks guarding outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

A trace of surprise flashed through the corner of the white shadow's eyes, and he said in his heart, "What happened, how could the Shaolin Temple be so heavily guarded tonight." He hurriedly opened the pavilion window from under the eaves outside the fourth floor of the Scripture Pavilion and turned over to enter.

In the Scripture Pavilion, dozens of Shaolin disciples guarded every corner, and the confused man in white clinged to the wall, his eyes looking around.

"Go down and rest. At this time, Fang Li pushed open the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, came to the wooden staircase on the first floor, and whispered to the four disciples on both sides, "I will guard this place tonight." ”

"Yes", the four disciples walked past Fang Li and exited the Scripture Pavilion.

The man in white clinged to the wall behind him with his hands, for fear of making a little noise, looking at Fang Li downstairs, he frowned, and said in his heart, how could Fang Li be unstable, could he be seriously injured. However, with its strong internal strength, it will be fine for the time being.

The disciple on the second floor of "Senior Brother" saw Fang Li coming up, and saluted with his right hand on his chest.

At this moment, the man in white saw that he couldn't get out, so he jumped over to the beam of the Tibetan scripture pavilion, Fang Li didn't close his eyes all night, and stayed in the attic with all the disciples.

A ray of sunlight from the east shone through the mountains and forests into the temple gate, and the ancient bell struck to wake up everyone in their sleep.

With the support of his disciples, the Kuzen master moved to the window, and there was a sound of hurried footsteps in the courtyard corridor, and the eighteen bronze figures walked quickly from the Luohan Hall and gathered in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"Senior brother, you must be careful when you go to Luoyang. Kuye, who had a tired face, looked at the Kuzen master whose face was getting worse and worse, and instructed.

Standing in front of the eighteen bronze men, Kuyan shouted, "On the way to Luoyang, you must protect the bitter Zen master." ”

"Yes," the eighteen bronze figures in front of the hall said in unison. Many of them had experienced a fight last night, and they were all over the place.

"Amitabha," Master Kuzen said loudly, "Shaolin Temple will be handed over to the two junior disciples." ”

"Senior brother rest assured" bitter leaves and bitter faces responded at the same time.

The two little novices helped the Kuzen master to walk outside the mountain gate, and the eighteen bronze men followed closely behind. Fang Yan and Fang Li prepared the carriage early and parked outside the mountain gate, and everyone escorted the Kuzen master down the mountain.

In the dense forest on the side of the mountain road, a white shadow floated by. The man in white looked at the deeply poisonous Kuzen master, and his face was shocked. The handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he said in his heart, something big must have happened in Shaolin Temple, and he must find out. His feet slipped, and his figure drifted away like the wind in the dense forest, heading straight down the mountain.