As the sun sets, the city of Luoyang is still crowded, and all kinds of heroes and overlords of the rivers and lakes are crowded into Mingyifang. Although www.biquge.info a few days ago, there was a conflict between King Fu's Mansion and Tianxianglou, it did not affect the upcoming Eight Factions Meeting. After several days of running, the eighteen bronze people escorted the bitter Zen monk to enter Luoyang City at night, and after entering the city, Danmu said goodbye to Juezhen and others on the grounds of visiting the masters of various factions, and disappeared into the crowd alone.

The Shaolin monks and their entourage deliberately bypassed the main street, and came to the Tianxiang Building from the side path, and Jue Zhenzhi ordered the two little novices to stop the carriage and said with a sigh of relief, "Finally arrived at the Tianxiang Building, fortunately, nothing happened along the way." He looked tired, but there was still a trace of joy in his heart, when he arrived at Tianxianglou, the injury of the bitter Zen master was saved, in addition to the abbot and uncle here, more importantly, Tianxianglou is a family of medical gods, there must be a way to drive away the voodoo on the body of the master.

"Jueming, you go in and say to the abbot," Juezhen glanced at the warrior monk on the side, and said in a low voice, "I will help the Kuzen master Bozu to come later." ”

"Yes, brother. A round-faced warrior monk hurried towards the main entrance of Tianxiang Tower.

The two attendants in red robes at the door of Tianxiang Building did not stop them when they saw that they were Shaolin disciples wearing monk's robes, and the waiters on the right side greeted them and said, "Dare to ask what the master is called? ”

"Thank you, donor," Jueming said with his right hand on his chest, "Poor monk Jueming, I have come to find the abbot's uncle." ”

"It turned out to be Master Jueming of the Shaolin School, please inside. The waiter in the red robe hurriedly led Jueming into Tianxiang Tower. At this moment, Juezhen and the two little novices helped the Kuzen monk slowly out of the carriage, and the rest of the people guarded around the four of them, and everyone slowly walked up the stone steps towards the main gate.

Another attendant in a red robe saw that the warrior monks were slowly walking over with an old monk in their arms, and he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, "Masters, it is..."

When the eighteen bronze men saw Master Fang Yan, they said in unison, "Uncle Abbot." ”

Fang Yan nodded, stepped forward quickly, and came to the side of the Kuzen monk and walked towards the Tianxiang Building with the two little novices.

At this time, Cao Haotian, who had already received the news, and the heads of the other factions walked down from the wooden ladder one after another, and everyone looked at the bitter Zen monk who had just walked into the main gate, and they were all surprised.

Lingxu Zhenren stepped forward quickly and came to the abbot Fang Yan, and a Tai Chi palm continued to support the bitter Zen monk. His face was stunned, his right hand that emitted the power of Tai Chi palm trembled slightly, and he asked in great surprise, "Uncle Kuzen, how did you get this poisonous poison in southern Xinjiang?"

"What!" The heads of the other six factions, including Cao Haotian, were all surprised to hear such a judgment by the Lingxu True Person.

"First help the bitter Zen master to go to the wing room to rest" Cao Haotian's eyes swept the surprised expressions of everyone, and hurriedly stepped forward to the side of the Lingxu real person, and said to everyone.

"Thank you, everybody. The bitter Zen monk glanced at the heads of the various factions in the hall and nodded slightly. Abbot Fang Yan on the side followed the two little novices to help the bitter Zen monk to the wooden couch and walked to the wing room on the second floor.

Yu Qingyun followed behind Lingxu Zhenren, coughed lightly, and said in an extremely low tone, "Senior Brother Lingxu, are you sure it's a poison in Southern Xinjiang?"

Lingxu Zhenren gently shook the dust in his hand, glanced at him and said, "I just now Tai Chi True Qi slowly swam away around the body of the bitter Zen master, and then look at the dark black poisonous mist on his face, it must be highly poisonous in Southern Xinjiang." ”

"Could it be that when we gathered in Luoyang, the barbarian kings of southern Xinjiang attacked our various factions one after another. When Yu Qingyun said this, a trace of cold sweat oozed from his forehead. He said in his heart, Qingcheng Mountain is the closest to southern Xinjiang, if the barbarian king leads the crowd to attack, the entire Qingcheng faction will... Thinking of this, his face suddenly lost blood.

Zijin Zhenren, who was standing on the side, looked at Yu Qingyun, who was a little distracted, and said, "Uncle Yu doesn't need to think about it, if the barbarian king leads the crowd to attack, how can only the Kuzen monk be injured, presumably something big must happen in the Shaolin Temple, and we will ask the abbot below in a while." ”

"Okay" Yu Qingyun nodded, but he was still a little uneasy, and whispered a few words to the disciple behind him, and the disciple quickly retreated and disappeared into the crowd.

Outside the wing room directly north of the Fengling Pavilion on the second floor of Tianxiang Building, many Shaolin monks gathered, and the heads of the seven factions also guarded outside the door.

Wang Chengde, the head of Huashan, glanced in through the crack in the door, and saw that the abbot Fang Yan was continuously injecting his internal force into the body of the bitter Zen monk, and Cao Haotian, who was standing at the head of the bed, had an expressionless face and a slightly gloomy face.

About an hour later, Cao Haotian helped the weak Abbot Fang Yan out of the door. He looked at the crowd gathered at the door, and said in a low voice, "Uncle Kuzen has just rested, so don't gather around here, disturb Master Kuzen to rest." How about we talk about it tomorrow?"

"Okay," the group nodded, and they dispersed.

Abbot Fang Yan slowly straightened his body, looked at Juezhen and Jueming at the door, he slowly wiped the sweat from his forehead with his robe, and said in a low voice, "You two come to my room, and the rest of you will stay here in shifts." ”

"Yes" The eighteen bronze men nodded, and everyone lowered their tones very lightly, for fear of disturbing the bitter Zen monks inside.

Cao Haotian, who was standing beside Abbot Fang Yan, looked at everyone and said softly, "Don't worry, when you come to Tianxiang Tower, we will definitely find a way to get rid of the poison on the bitter Zen monk." ”

"Thank you Cao Daxia" Fang Yan looked at Cao Haotian and thanked him. The two slowly walked to the next room, and Juezhen and Jueming followed, leaving the two little novices at the door to take care of the Kuzen monk.

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In the south of Luoyang City, in a restaurant in Dexuanfang, a row of purple-clothed people clinged to the window on the second floor, always alert to the movement on the street outside the building.

Dan Mu, who was dressed in white, gently pushed open the door of the restaurant, his eyes swept over the things in the restaurant, the wine tables on both sides of the lobby were full of heroes, he slowly walked to the innermost counter, and said to Xiao Er, the rough clothes store in front of him, "There is a private room on the second floor." Then he took a piece of silver from his waist and threw it on the counter, and went straight to the wooden ladder.

"Wait, this hero. The shopkeeper hurriedly ran out of the counter, blocked Danmu's way, and said with a smile, "I'm really sorry, the second floor has been packed, if you don't dislike it, how about squeezing in this lobby?"

"The lobby?here?" Dan Mu glanced at everyone in the hall, and then glared coldly at the shopkeeper. When the shopkeeper saw his cold eyes, he was so frightened that he took a few steps back.

Dan Mu walked quickly to the second floor, and the shopkeeper followed closely behind him, shouting. "Hero, I really can't go to the second floor, there is..."

At this moment, at the entrance of the wooden ladder on the second floor, two big men suddenly appeared, staring at the shopkeeper's angry eyes and instantly becoming respectful.

Dan Mu stood at the entrance of the wooden ladder on the second floor, with his back to the shopkeeper who was chasing behind him, "Can I go to the second floor now?" The shopkeeper looked at Dan Mu who was dressed in white, and then looked at the fierce strong man just now, and instantly became respectful to the person in front of him, and he hurriedly ran down the wooden ladder.

"Remember, warm a few jugs of good wine. Dan Mu turned his head to look at the movement of the shopkeeper slipping down and smiled. Then, he slowly walked in front of the purple-clothed man, stared at everyone with fierce eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Do it tonight, you can't afford to lose." ”

More than a dozen purple-clothed people clenched their hands into fists, bowed down and said, "Obey the order, and you will live up to the prince's order." ”

"Whether this king can get the world or not depends on what you do tonight. Danmu sat down at the wooden table, picked up the flask with his right hand and drank it all.

A burly man standing on the side leaned over and said, "Lord Wang, you went to the Shaolin Temple alone, what did you find?"

"The barbarian king's words are quite reliable. Dan Mu pondered for a moment, looked at the big man beside him, and said in a low voice, "Is Commander Shi investigating this king?"

"The last general will not dare" The purple-clothed man hurriedly knelt on the wooden plank, lowered his head, and looked nervous.