At this time, after this battle, the eastern sky was already white. Situ Mingkong, www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, looked around, even though the sky was not bright at this time, but he could clearly see that the dark green forest and grass around him were covered with white bones, and the blood stained the cloth, which made people look creepy. Situ Mingkong said to Master Chanqing not far away: "Brother Chanqing, the Shaolin Mountain where this Shaolin Temple is located has always been regarded as a blessed land for Qing cultivation, how can there be a wolf demon monster in the middle of the night that can only appear in the deep mountains and old forests?"

Master Chanqing also locked his eyebrows at this time, and said in a deep voice: "Amitabha, the old monk also doesn't know, this Shaomu Mountain has always been calm, and the bandits are hindered by the hidden Taoist temple on this mountain and the reputation of the Shaolin Temple, the largest temple in the world, and they have never dared to do anything wrong on this mountain road, let alone demons and monsters. Master Chanqing glanced at Situ Mingkong at this time, and continued, "Without further ado, let's hurry to Shaolin Temple, this Shaolin Mountain doesn't seem to be very peaceful!"

Situ Mingkong nodded heavily, then turned his head and went into the tent to pack his baggage. And the Zen Qing master, at this time, looking at the mountains in the distance, the deep forests are verdant, as in the past, and couldn't help but sigh. And after this night's vicious fight, although Yongchuan Kaori, Zhao Ling'er and Lin Yueru were tired and did not wake up completely, they also heard the sound of the wind when they were sleeping, and they slept uncomfortably all night.

As soon as Zhao Ling'er walked out of the tent, he heard Master Chan Qing say, "Amitabha, can the Ling'er donor sleep peacefully all night?"

"Master Chanqing, what happened yesterday evening, although Sister Yueru and Sister Kaori and I have been too tired recently, we still heard the sound of a fight outside last night・・・・・・!

Master Chanqing stretched out his hand and pointed at the white bones and blood on the ground, and then said to Zhao Ling'er: "You have also seen that there are actually batches of hungry wolves in the Shaomu Mountain, among which there are even wolf demons with outstanding spells・・・・・・ good and good・・・・・・

Zhao Ling'er looked around and saw the white bones, drenched in blood, and couldn't help but tremble in her heart.

At this time, Lin Yueru, Yongchuan Kaori and others also came out, and they couldn't help but tremble when they saw that the green and fluffy grass of the originally verdant Shaomuro Mountain outside the tent was mixed with white bones and blood at this time. Lin Yueru was a little frightened, but she still calmed down and said, "This, this is simply ・・・・・・ disgusting!" Lin Yueru said and felt nauseous. Yongchuan Kaori was beside her, and hurriedly stretched out her hand and gently patted Lin Yueru's back, Lin Yueru turned her face tactfully, and when she saw Yongchuan Kaori's caring and kind face, she couldn't help but show a smile.

Situ Mingkong had already packed his luggage at this time, and the tent had been re-packed. Situ Mingkong strolled over and said, "Okay, everyone should also relax, anyway, the matter has already happened, as for what happened, don't we still know, let's wait until we get to the Shaolin Temple!" Situ Mingkong said, and laughed loudly,

"Guests in the mountains, no homeless at night. If you want to ask what's going on, ask for it in the Shaolin Temple!"

Master Chanqing and the three female guests originally locked their eyebrows, but they all laughed when they heard Situ Mingkong's crooked words that were not rhythmic. Lin Yueru immediately ran to Situ Mingkong's side and said with a smile: "Brother Li, your poetry skills are really 'high', hehe!" Lin Yueru said, then smiled playfully and said no more. And Zhao Ling'er looked at Situ Mingkong with a smile on the side, and said nothing. Seeing that everyone was a little happy, Master Chanqing was also very relieved in his heart, and said:

"The little brother is really open-minded, the old monk admires! Since this is the case, then let's set off, but the donkey was eaten by the wolf demon, and we have to walk the mountain road, but it is very tiring!"

Situ Mingkong shook his hand and said: "The first time I visited Shaomu Mountain, if I was riding a horse and a donkey, it would be as boring as 'walking a horse and watching flowers'.

Master Chanqing stroked his beard and sighed: "Okay, when the old brother said this, the old monk didn't say anything more. Let's go!"

As soon as Master Chan Qing said this, everyone left the loess hillside where they had lived all night, and walked towards the sheep intestine path, and their figures gradually disappeared into a hazy morning mist・・・・・・

Although this Shaomu Mountain is not tall and majestic, but it is steep and tight along the way, the donkey was eaten by the wolf, otherwise when it comes here, it must be let go, because at this time, Situ Mingkong and his party came to a steep place, and they must climb up and down, and if they are not careful, they will fall into the dust and die with a whimper!

Situ Mingkong and his entourage are strong in martial arts, and everyone is agile, and they know how to control the sky with qi, so they perform light skills, and they are also light and healthy, so it is not too difficult to climb over this steep mountain. After passing through a volley of iron ropeway, all the way to the mountains. Situ Mingkong and his entourage walked up the mountain, the mountain rocks stood steeply around, the shape was strange, the devil was wonderful, just like the gods of the heavenly court, and like the nine ghosts, it was really thrilling. Along the road, the mountains and rocks are stained with water droplets, and the hands of the Mo are dyed with green marks, which is very cool. And between the lofty mountains and mountains, there is a deafening wave of water, it must be the hanging spring waterfall shuttling strange rocks, the sound of flowing water murmuring, all the way endlessly. Occasionally, I can see a mirror drawn on the distant mountain, floating into the air like the rain and mist・・・・・・ this is exactly that:

Empty mountains and poor valleys flying springs and waterfalls, green mountains for several miles.

And so on for a long time the people went farther and farther away from the steep place, and went deeper and deeper into the forest.

Nearly half an hour later, everyone gradually saw that there were yellow-robed monks wandering in the mountains and forests, looking dignified and solemn, just like a monk who had attained the Tao. Seeing this, Situ Mingkong hurriedly walked up, clasped his hands together, and said leisurely:

"Master, is the Shaolin Temple not far ahead?"

The monk of the Yellow Robe Temple looked at Situ Mingkong, said the Buddha's name, and continued: "Recently, there have been accidents in my Shaolin Temple, please leave!" The monk of the Yellow Robe Temple looked at Master Chanqing, and said, "It turns out that they are also from the Buddhist sect, if the master wants to participate in the Dharma, I am afraid that he will be able to do it later!" The monk of the Yellow Robe Temple said, and he did not walk forward, but turned his head and hurriedly ran away towards the way he came.

Situ Mingkong and his entourage watched his figure disappear around the corner, each suspicious・・・・・・ after a while, Situ Mingkong and his party glanced at each other, and then walked towards the place where the yellow-robed monk disappeared. Gradually, there was no trace of it・・・・・・