"I'm going to Shaolin. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Leng Xiaoyun said.

"To check on matters related to the Yijin Sutra?" Meng Yunfei asked.

"That's right, that Yijin Sutra is a secret that Shaolin does not pass on, how could it fall into the hands of Meng Jianfei! This is about Zi Yan's life, I have to go. Leng Xiaoyun said.

"Then you go, but I want to remind you of one thing, the affairs of the rivers and lakes are complicated, some people have honey-bellied swords, you should be more careful when you go to Shaolin! Meng Yunfei said.

For some reason, Leng Xiaoyun felt that the person in front of him was so tall, so tall that he seemed to be out of reach forever.

At the foot of Shaomuro Mountain, the scenery is still the same, the cold autumn is so bad, the hot summer heat is smashed, the craggy mountain has shown green, and the winding path still extends forward, extending to an ancient treasure temple.

Several monks under the mountain have been waiting here, and the first old monk has a cold light in his eyes, and his beard is fluttering, which is the Shaolin abbot Huikong Zen Master. He also stood two yellow-robed monks on his left and right, but there were no soap-shirted monks to follow.

"Wudang Leng Xiaoyun, I haven't seen you for a long time, Leng Daxia has become a master disciple of the Master Xuanzhen!" "Zen Master Huikong saw a man walking to the bottom of the mountain, and hurriedly walked two steps up to greet him.

"Don't dare, don't dare, the master doesn't care about my past suspicions, doesn't think I'm stupid, and is willing to teach me carefully, which is my third life's luck!

"Haha, Leng Daxia's ability to observe words and colors is really unmatched! I also accept a love apprentice!" said Huikong Zen Master with a smile.

Leng Xiaoyun didn't feel a move in his heart, and hurriedly asked: "The disciples accepted by Zen Master Huikong must be the genius of the martial arts, I don't know if Leng is lucky enough to see it!"

"Unfortunately, he was not in Shaolin a few days ago, although we are masters and apprentices, he is a lay disciple, not subject to the rules and precepts, as long as he does not commit Shaolin taboos, he can freely enter and exit the martial arts, and we are not restricted. Zen Master Huikong said.

"Uncle Huikong and Leng Daxia have stood for a long time, so it's better to go back to the temple and talk about it. The black-faced and yellow-shirted monk said.

"That's great, I'm not being well entertained. Leng Daxia, please. Zen Master Huikong's face was full of shame.

Leng Xiaoyun followed the Huikong Zen Master all the way to watch, but saw that the Shaolin Temple seemed to be hidden in the clouds and mist, and the sound of chanting was endless; Qin bricks and Han tiles, carved beams and painted walls, towering in the Shaolin Mountain.

Huikong Zen Master led Leng Xiaoyun and everyone to the abbot's room, there was already a monk who brought Songshan Shou Wu tea, Huikong Zen Master and other Leng Xiaoyun sat down and said: "Leng Daxia came to Shaolin this time to say so-called things, it doesn't seem to be to come to pray for blessings and worship Buddha." ”

"I came to Shaolin to ask about something, but I ask Zen Master Huikong to answer!" Leng Xiaoyun said.

"But it doesn't hurt to talk about it. Zen Master Huikong said.

"The last time I met a master who was not a Shaolin disciple, but this person does know the Yijin Sutra, may I ask Zen Master Huikong if there is a Shaolin expelled disciple who knows the Yijin Sutra?" Leng Xiaoyun asked.

"The Shaolin Yijin Sutra is a secret that Shaolin does not pass on, and even a few of the first seats here have not learned it, how can an outsider know?

"I'm not mistaken, in the past, I saw Zen Master Huikong save Miss Duan Ziyan, and I saw the divine power of the Yijin Sutra, so I'm very sure!" Leng Xiaoyun said.

"Who is that, Yi Jin has only passed on to the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and even the disciples of Shaolin Temple have no chance to learn it, how did he learn it. Zen Master Huikong was puzzled.

"Could it be your new apprentice...... Leng Xiaoyun asked.

"Impossible, Li Qiushui is my new disciple who didn't teach him martial arts a few days ago, not to mention that he was not designated as the successor of the Shaolin abbot, how could he learn this wonderful martial arts?" ”

Li Qiushui! Leng Xiaoyun was suddenly stunned, this Li Qiushui is a figure in Guanzhong! His martial arts are very strong, and he has killed countless heroes with a soul-chasing knife, and even Qiu Canghai can't help him; it's just that this person is both righteous and evil, greedy for money and lustful, Shaolin is a pure place, how can he accept this person as a disciple.

Leng Xiaoyun got up to say goodbye, and the Shaolin monks hurriedly sent them to the bottom of the mountain to disperse.

"Uncle Huikong, my temple is a pure place, why do you accept that Li Qiushui as an apprentice? I heard that this person has a bad reputation, and accepting him as a disciple may damage the reputation of our temple!" The black-faced monk was quite upright.

"Xuan Zhen is looking for a helper, I don't want to find how to beat him in the martial arts conference!" Zen Master Huikong said coldly.

Shaolin has nowhere to live, so they spend one night in the small town under the mountain, so the population is also prosperous and the shops are prosperous.

Leng Xiaoyun traveled to the bottom of the mountain, it was getting late, so he found an inn for the night, and when he was drowsy, he suddenly heard a strange sound next door, and he was busy getting up to check.

"This lady has a good birth, it's too aggrieved to follow you, why don't you let her do it with me?" But seeing a man holding a steel knife and threatening a man, a woman was crying on the side.

The woman was dressed in a white linen plain shirt, a white linen pleated skirt, with cloudy sideburns and phoenix hairpins, pearl rings in both ears, and black and charming eyes, and she looked very beautiful;

The man was five big and three thick, wearing a blue scarf, a green shirt, a beard, his eyes were full of cold light, and a steel knife in his hand was also extraordinary.

"Have you figured it out, either she will go with me or you will die! The man had a knife in one hand, and the other two eyes never left the woman.

"My husband and wife only came here to offer incense in Shaolin, but I didn't expect to meet such a good man! We have never offended, only a few taels of silver, begging a good man to surround me and my husband's lives!" the woman said as she watched.

"Whoever asks you for money, I only like you! If you follow me, I will let your husband go! Otherwise, you two heads will fall to the ground, won't you go to Shaolin to incense? Just face me, I will be a Shaolin disciple!" The man laughed.

Leng Xiaoyun was startled, and he already knew who it was. He silently took out the Soul Drinking Sword, put it in his hand, and jumped on the roof, he uncovered a tile on the roof and continued to watch, looking for an opportunity.

"I was originally a person from Tianfu, but now I don't know how to offend the Buddha, please spare my wife in front of the Buddha, and I will thank you again!" the man said.

"I am the Buddha, just look at my face, now I look at your lady is your blessing!" said the man who came straight to his wife.

The lady was already frightened, and when she saw that the man was about to succeed, the roof shook, and the tiles cracked, and she jumped down with a short sword, and the cold light was shining, pointing directly at the man with the knife.