Xuan Ci fell silent for a moment. The sharpness of the pen, fun, and pavilion www.biquge.info was also instantly restricted.

After being surprised, all the Shaolin leaders in the field looked at each other, and no one interjected, as if they hadn't heard what the middle-aged monk said just now, and they all became ignorant melon-eating people.

The middle-aged monk looked at Xuan Ci's calm face, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a sneer.

"I didn't expect you to have not grown much over the years, but this Qi cultivation kung fu has made a lot of progress, it seems that the position of the abbot of Shaolin is not useless......

Xuan Ci couldn't help frowning when he heard the words of the middle-aged monk, of course he could hear the mockery in the middle-aged monk's tone, at this moment he also knew that the position of abbot was just a burden, or that only the worst disciple held this position, of course, this worst was also among the selected people, and Xuan Ci was really such a role.

However, Xuan Ci frowned and didn't say a word, still silent, as if he was indifferent to the words of the person in front of him.

Just when the middle-aged monk was about to say something, the door of the Daxiong Treasure Hall was suddenly pushed open from the outside......

"It turns out that the position of this abbot is so low, Lingzhi that old guy is really embarrassed to take it out to tempt me......"

Everyone in the audience was startled by the sound coming from the door, and everyone's eyes were drawn to it, and the middle-aged monk was no exception.

"Could it be that this is also a disciple of Shaolin? I didn't expect that I hadn't gone down the mountain for so many years, and Shaolin would be so smoky and miasma by you, and even a junior could break in so unscrupulously, you really failed......."

The middle-aged monk seemed to have a lot of resentment towards Xuan Ci, and did not miss any opportunity to mock Xuan Ci.

However, Xuan Ci didn't pay attention to the mocking tone of the middle-aged monk, and at the moment when the door of the Daxiong Treasure Hall was pushed open, Xuan Ci's gaze was fixed on the figure who stepped into the main hall.

.......

Zhao Ming didn't stop all the way, although he didn't deliberately hurry, but he soon returned to Shaolin, looking at the Shaolin Mountain Gate in front of him, Zhao Ming couldn't help but feel complicated in his heart, every time he came here, he had a different mood, he wanted to escape the shackles of Shaolin, but now he found that the more he struggled, the tighter the shackles locked him, looking at the Shaomur Mountain in front of him, Zhao Ming didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment......

"I hope the sensible old monk won't disappoint me......" Thinking of this, Zhao Ming's eyes glanced at the top of the mountain.

Shaolin's closure of the mountain did not stop Zhao Ming's footsteps, and Zhao Ming's appearance did not alarm the Shaolin people, and Zhao Ming came to the door of the Daxiong Treasure Palace.

But just as he was about to push the door, a mocking voice suddenly came from the hall, which couldn't help but arouse his curiosity, so he stood outside the door and listened, knowing that the middle-aged monk's voice had fallen, he finally appeared.

......

When Xuan Ci saw Zhao Ming's figure, his face changed several times at once, and his eyes became more and more complicated......

Xuan Ci's eyes did not escape Zhao Ming's eyes at all, he looked at Xuan Ci's eyes with endless indifference, but he didn't stay on Xuan Ci's body for too long, looked around at everyone in the field, and finally fixed his eyes on the strange monk.

"You should be the person from the inner courtyard, right? I really don't know who Lingzhi's old guy has chosen, and all the crooked melons and cracked dates are stuffed into it......" After speaking, Zhao Ming's eyes glanced at the middle-aged monk's body a few times, although he didn't directly point out who the crooked melon cracked dates were, but he could read a lot from his eyes, and the contempt for him was clearly visible to the middle-aged monk......

"Who the hell are you disciple? Do you know the rules? Not only do you directly call the Dharma name of your uncle and ancestor, but you are also so rude, is such a disciple Xuan Ci handed over by you?"

Zhao Ming chuckled and looked at the middle-aged monk who was being high-spirited at the moment, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and said: "The little monk didn't say that it was the one in the end, but I didn't expect that someone would take a seat by himself before he said this, it's really shocking......"

Hearing Zhao Ming's words, the middle-aged monk's face suddenly changed, and his entire face darkened......

"Boy, it's really rampant, you dare to talk to me like this, it's really a ...... to die" After speaking, the hem of the monk's robe on the middle-aged monk's body was windless, and everyone in the field immediately felt a powerful momentum coming, and the Shaolin leaders who surrounded the middle-aged monk suddenly couldn't control their steps and were blown out by this powerful momentum.

But just as the middle-aged monk was about to make a move, a voice came from the top of the mountain.

"Stop... Hand ......"

The momentum of the middle-aged monk suddenly leaked at the moment when this voice came, his eyes looked respectfully at the top of the mountain, and only after seeing that there was no sound on the mountain did he look at the little monk in front of him.

"Even if you have a good tone today, Xuan Ci, you are still the abbot of Shaolin, and there are disciples in Shaolin who dare to innocently break into the Daxiong Treasure Hall of the elders, but I don't know how to punish this according to the temple rules....... After speaking, the middle-aged monk looked at Xuan Ci, who had been silent and had a calm face.

Xuan Ci couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the words of the Zhongnan monk, he didn't think that the middle-aged monk would kick this ball to himself, but after being stunned, Xuan Ci immediately said: "Although according to the temple rules, you will be fined thirty precepts for breaking into the elders' deliberations, but the vain master and nephew have been no longer in the temple during this time, and this time I came back presumably because I wanted to report my whereabouts, and I didn't know that we were discussing in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, so it was understandable to break in, and this temple rule was not necessary......"

Xuan Ci's words couldn't help but make the middle-aged monk stunned, and then he was furious, snorted coldly at Xuan Ci, who didn't look at him at all, looked around at the crowd, and finally looked at Zhao Ming's body, his eyes flashed, but in the end, he didn't say anything, and walked out of the main hall directly, turned and put down the back mountain......

He didn't have time to continue wasting time here at the moment, he didn't expect what he had done to fall into the eyes of the spiritual monk in the inner courtyard, how could he still be in the mood to continue to embarrass Xuan Ci at this moment, at this moment he not only hated Zhao Ming and Xuan Ci, but also everyone in this game was dragged down by Zhao Ming and the two...... (To be continued.) )