Master Kuzen and his party walked northwest along the mountain road of Shaomuro Mountain, because of his wounds, and Master Kuye repeatedly instructed before leaving, the eighteen bronze men followed the carriage driven by the two little novices and walked slowly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info about noon, they and their group only walked to the stone cliff village in the corner of the mountain.

The road was covered with snow and ice, and there were no people. But the warrior monks of Shaolin Temple still watched everything around them vigilantly, for fear that the three red-clothed men had not stayed away last night, and the eighteen bronze men gathered around the carriage and came to the entrance of Shiya Village.

Sunlight passes through this simple village from the southeast corner, and the village passes through the official road outside, where there is a resting inn with a haystack of wooden houses. A square-faced warrior monk who walked in front came to the carriage with a monk's stick in his right hand, he looked into the carriage through the curtain, and said in a low voice respectfully, "Uncle Kuzen, we have arrived at Shiya Village, there is an inn in front of us to rest, why don't you rest and hurry again?"

Master Kuzen lowered his head in the carriage, his face was dark, and he said in a hoarse voice, "It's Juezhen, right?"

"Yes, disciple Juezhen" The square-faced warrior monk standing next to the carriage lowered his head slightly and replied loudly.

Master Kuzen was silent for a moment, wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth with his cuffs, and then slowly lifted the curtain in front of him with his right hand, and looked at the stone cliff village with his deeply sunken eyes. Shiya Village is a small village at the foot of Shaolin Mountain, but because it is located next to the official road, some heroes who visit Shaolin Temple often choose to stay here for another night.

Juezhen hurriedly took a few steps forward, caught the curtain lifted by the Kuzen master with his left hand, and looked at the Kuzen master with a black face, his heart was suddenly sad, and the water splashed in his eyes. He watched as the Kuzen master tried his best to restrain his pain, and said in a lamented voice, "Master, let's rest here for a while, and we'll leave later." He knew very well in his heart that if he rushed to Luoyang non-stop, I was afraid that the Kuzen master had not yet arrived in Luoyang and had already sat down.

Master Kuzen withdrew his right hand into his bosom and nodded slightly. Juezhen slowly oriented the curtain in his hand, and then whispered to the two little novices on the side, "Let's go to the inn in front to rest and eat something by the way." ”

"Okay," the two little novices said in unison, and the two led the carriage slowly into Shiya Village, and everyone walked through the village to the small inn next to the official road. The people of Shiya Village saw that it was the masters of Shaolin Temple, and hurriedly surrounded them, and offered some of their food to the warrior monks on both sides of the carriage.

But the eighteen bronze people were worried that there were killers mixed in with these people, although they smiled, but they were still very wary of the villagers who came up, Juezhen said loudly, "Thank you donors" Many warrior monks held the monk's stick tightly in their hands, and did not reach out to receive the food handed by the people, Juezhen symbolically took some fruit from the hands of two or three children.

The people of Shiya Village slowly followed behind the carriage and came to the small inn next to the official road. The two novices lifted the curtain on the carriage, and the Kuzen master in a black and red robe slowly walked out of the carriage and slowly walked into the inn with the support of the little novices.

Seeing that the person who came out of the carriage was the Kuzen master who was the head of the three great monks of Shaolin Temple, the people of Shiya Village knelt down outside the inn and bowed loudly, "The monk... Divine monk... Divine Monk"

The Kuzen master stood on the floor with trembling feet, lifted a force, and slowly straightened his body. He slowly freed his hands from the support of the little novices on both sides, turned to look at the people of Shiya Village, and said with a smile, "Ladies and gentlemen, please get up quickly, if you have any requests, you can tell this disciple together, and the old man will definitely convey the wishes of the donors to the abbot." Master Kuzen pointed to Juezhen on his right, and there was a glimmer of compassion in his eyes.

The people of Shiya Village shook their heads and thanked Master Kuzen loudly. Fortunately, the winter snow had just passed, otherwise everyone's foreheads would inevitably be stained with blood.

Juezhen stepped forward quickly, came to Xiao Shami's side, and said in a low voice, "You two will take the bitter Zen master into the inn to rest first, and leave it to me here." ”

The two little novices nodded, and once again stepped forward to help the Kuzen master and walked towards the inn. Juezhen smiled and said loudly to the people of Shiya Village who were kneeling on the snow, "If you have any wishes, tell me." Except for the four warrior monks standing at the door of the inn behind Juezhen, the other thirteen people followed closely behind Master Kuzen and entered the inn.

The innkeeper saw that all the Shaolin disciples who entered the door, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, and the rough-clothed boss looked respectful and said with a smile on his face, "I really didn't expect that the masters of Shaolin Temple would patronize our shop, hurry up and invite inside." While greeting Master Kuzen and the others, he coughed dryly and glanced at the little second envoy behind the counter.

The shopkeeper behind the counter hurriedly picked up the kettle and ran in the direction indicated by the innkeeper, and the Kuzen master sat at the wooden table with the support of the little novice, and the two stood closely behind him. The rest of the Shaolin monks stood or sat around the wooden table of the Kuzen master.

At this moment, the rough-clothed boss looked at the Kuzen master with an excited expression, and said respectfully, "Dare to ask what the master is called?"

The two little novices glanced at him coldly, and the little novices on the left put their right hands on their chests and said lightly, "Serve us some steamed buns, vegetarian dishes, and hot tea." ”

"Hot tea is coming!" shopkeeper hurriedly ran over and slowly poured the hot tea from the teapot behind him into the tea bowl on the wooden table. After a while, the shopkeeper served some hot steamed buns and vegetarian dishes.

The innkeeper on the side saw that Master Kuzen had been bowing his head and pondering, so he walked to the counter knowing that he was bored. In less than half an hour, Juezhen walked in from outside the inn door, swept his eyebrows across the small inn, and fixed his eyes on the white-clothed man in the southeast corner of the inn. He held the monk's stick tightly in his hand, stood in the middle of the inn, looked at the middle-aged man in white, and asked in a rough voice, "Who are you?"

The man in white had just drunk a bowl of tea, and stopped in mid-air with a tea bowl in his right hand and smiled, "Are you asking me?"

"Who else is there besides you?" Jue Zhen frowned, and his eyes swept over the white-clothed man, wearing a gorgeous velvet robe, and the dragon pattern was faintly visible at the corner of the sleeves of the robe.

The man in white slowly put the tea bowl on the table and looked Juezhen in front of him up and down. chuckled, "You're a monk Juezhen." ”

Juezhen's face changed suddenly, and the rest of the Shaolin monks got up one after another, their eyes all fixed on the white-clothed man in the corner, and even the Kuzen master who was sitting there moved the corners of his mouth slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed on his face.

"Who are you, how do you know who I am!" Juezhen strode forward to the wooden table where the man in white was.

"What's so difficult about this? Shaolin Temple has always been the place I pay the most attention to, but the eighteen bronze people personally escorted the Kuzen master, which really surprised me a lot. The man in white looked at Juezhen in front of him and smiled lightly.

"Amitabha" Master Kuzen opened his eyes and said loudly, "The donor is waiting for the old man here?" Juezhen heard Master Kuzen's Buddha call, so he stepped aside and stood less than a foot away from the man in white.

The man in white had thin eyebrows and a long face, an elegant and scholarly face, and his eyes were slightly bright as he looked at the bitter Zen master with a miserable face, and responded with concern, "I was going to invite Shaolin to visit the three monks, but I didn't expect to meet the bitter Zen monks here." “

"Who are you?" Juezhen asked in a rough voice as he stared at the man in white sitting next to him.

The man in white glanced at him lightly, got up and came to the wooden table where the Kuzen master was, clasped his hands into fists and saluted, "Junior, Danmu." Looking at the monk's face, it seems that he has been poisoned. “

Master Kuzen looked at the man in white in front of him, his eyes flashed, and he smiled, "Master Dan, what's the matter with looking for the old man?"

Dan Mu stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the bitter Zen master with a bitter face, and said in a low voice, "Shaolin is the martial arts Beidou Taishan, and the younger generation intends to ask the masters for martial arts, but today I saw that the monk was seriously injured..."

Juezhen snorted coldly, walked quickly to Dan Mu, put the monk stick in his right hand across his chest, and said coldly, "Another nameless junior who went up the mountain to provoke." Challenge my master and uncle, pass me first. “

"Misunderstanding... Misunderstanding," Dan Mu hurriedly bowed down and apologized, "I just want to fight, not fight." Before he finished speaking, Jue Zhen quickly threw out the monk stick in his hand, and a piece of King Kong energy soared into the air.

Dan Mu quickly took a few steps back, looked at Juezhen with an angry face, waved his hand and said, "Master Juezhen, and slow..."

"Stop" The hoarse voice of the Kuzen master shouted to Juezhen who rushed forward, he slowly got up, looked at the white-clothed man in front of him, narrowed his eyes and said, "Master Dan, I want to understand our Shaolin martial arts, and then understand the martial arts of various factions." “

Dan Mu nodded and chuckled, "The junior can't hide this little bit from the monk. “

"Then why don't you go to participate in the Luoyang Eight Sects Martial Arts?" Jue Zhen stood aside and asked coldly, "The Eight Sects in Luoyang, there will be people from all factions and gangs in the martial arts, you can go one by one to receive the teachings." “

"This..."Dan Mu's face wrinkled slightly, he was silent for a long time, and sighed, "Luoyang.... Not quite right...."

"When you arrive in Luoyang, you can see the martial arts of various factions, which is much better than waiting for us in this place. Juezhen withdrew the monk's stick that was tightly holding Danmu, and with a "bang", it was inserted into the wooden plank under his feet.

"I don't think the donor is a bad person, come with us to Luoyang" A glimmer of light flashed in the slightly closed eyes of the Kuzen master, looking at the silver dragon pattern on the sleeve corner of Danmu's robe.

"This... This is great," Dan Mu hurriedly bowed and thanked him.

"Uncle Shi, I'm afraid this is not appropriate" Juezhen looked at Dan Mu with round eyes, the middle-aged man in white in front of him.

The Kuzen master did not reply to him, and slowly walked to the door of the inn with the support of the little novice. Danmu hurriedly followed, and the rest of the warrior monks followed one after another.

Juezhen took out a few pieces of broken silver from his arms and put them on the wooden table, and flew up. There was an extra man in white among the Shaolin disciples in goose yellow monk's robes, and everyone followed the carriage behind the official road and slowly headed towards Luoyang in the northwest.

"If you're playing any bad tricks, be careful of my stick," Juezhen glared at Dan Mu coldly.

"No, absolutely not. Danmu smirked.