The Demon Lord has withdrawn, and he has withdrawn!

When they first learned the news, all the Shaolin monks froze on the spot, thinking that they were in a dream. It wasn't until the monks who went to Dengfeng to inquire about the news returned that everyone believed in this incredible news, and the big stone hanging high in their hearts finally landed, and they all felt the feeling of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe.

Although the whole temple was inspired by the abbot of Kongwen and Master Kongzhi, they all had the decisive idea of protecting the temple with death, but being able to die is naturally the best result. For a time, the whole temple was filled with laughter and laughter. Only now did they realize that the threat of death from the Demon Lord's butcher's knife was so terrifying, and they never wanted to experience such a hopeless and desperate situation again.

Compared with the joy of the monks, the mood of the old monks such as the abbot is not wonderful. First of all, they couldn't figure out why the Demon Lord had already gained the upper hand, so why would he lead the army away? Second, after this battle, Shaolin's prestige was bound to plummet, and it would be difficult to return to its former glory. Third, they had already decided to fight hard to wash away the humiliation inflicted on Shaolin by the Demon Lord, but this time they had a sense of loss that fell into the air with a single blow.

It wasn't until Huashan sent his party up the mountain that the first question in the hearts of the abbot and others had an answer.

Xian Yutong took the lead, his spirits were flying, and after greeting the abbot and others, he smiled and said: "The misfortune of Shaolin is a major event in our righteous martial arts." During this time, I have been running in many directions, and I have tried my best to finally say that the Demon Lord is willing to temporarily withdraw from the army. ”

When the Shaolin monks heard this, they knew the reason for the Demon King's retreat. In this world, it is the most rare to send charcoal in the snow, although Xian Yutong has a low reputation in the martial arts. But now, in the eyes of the Shaolin monks, the image has suddenly become taller, and they are all grateful.

Xian Yutong thanked everyone for their compliments, and naturally accepted them all, shaking his fan and looking forward to pride, and was about to inquire about King Yin Ye and the dragon slaying knife, and the guest monk of Shaolin Temple came to report that Kongtong sent everyone to Shaolin.

The crowd hurried out to meet them.

Tang Wenliang did not have an exchange of interests with Zhao Yu like Xian Yutong, so he still had doubts about whether Zhao Yu would withdraw from the army, and he left Shaolin after confirmation, so he fell behind Xian Yutong. Entering the mountain gate, I saw Xian Yutong who arrived first. He was slightly stunned. Then he sneered: "Xian Yu has always believed in Mingzhe to protect himself, how can he be so desperate to put himself in danger this time?"

Xian Yu twitched the corners of his mouth without smiling, and said coldly: "Third Master Tang is really impressive. ”

Both of them knew what they were going up the mountain for. I saw that there was one more strong enemy. How can the mood be happy. After a few cold words, they led the people to their own side.

With the Kongtong faction going up the mountain, more than a dozen gangs from the rivers and lakes came up the mountain. If you follow the arrogant posture of Shaolin in the past. Even if these gang members don't even let them enter the mountain gate, they just retreat from the strong enemy, and when the people of Shaolin are panicking, they are afraid that they will not have enough help, so they sweep away the previous arrogance, become humble and polite, and politely welcome people into the mountain gate.

Xian Yutong each attributed the credit for Zhao Yu's retreat, and saw that there were more and more people who took the opportunity to go up the mountain and wanted a piece of the pie, and his face became gloomy at the moment.

When the Shaolin monks saw these two people like this, they were not happy to mix with the gang people, and hurriedly asked the two factions to settle deeper in the temple.

The gang members knew that the major factions had always looked down on their own backgrounds, and when they saw several senior monks accompanying the other two factions to the temple, they were not happy to get up at the moment, and one of the disciples of the Shenquan Sect said loudly: "The abbot of the empty news, we don't talk darkly." You Shaolin is not authentic in doing things, when you met in Wudang to ask Xie Xun's whereabouts, everyone else was empty, and only you Shaolin came out on top. Afterwards, he kept prevaricating, and now that the truth is revealed, shouldn't he give an explanation to all his fellow Jianghu?"

After hearing this, the abbot and the others all showed doubts on their faces, and when they remembered the old things ten years ago, their expressions changed suddenly. In the events of that year, the abbot was slapped by the demon girl Yin Susu before he died, which made Shaolin rare and clean for several years, and it was annoying. In recent years, it has finally subsided, why do these people bring up the old things again?

Seeing that the monks looked speechless, everyone became more and more convinced by the rumors, and a Sanjiang Gang subordinate jumped out and shouted: "Shaolin monks, don't be innocent anymore." If it weren't for Xie Xun and the Dragon Slayer Knife, why would you capture King Yin Ye and cause such a big trouble as the Demon Lord, and the army would not bow down?"

Someone started a reason, and everyone echoed it, so they asked the Shaolin monks to give an explanation to the people of the world in full view.

The Shaolin monks originally thought that these people rushed to Shaolin to help the morality of the rivers and lakes, but how could they have such a thought! Since the abbot and Master Kongwen down, their faces were extremely pale, and the monks of Kongzhi looked at the two factions of Huashan and Kongtong, and said coldly: "Xian Yu is in charge, Tang Sanye, you also have the same thoughts as these fellow Jianghu people?"

Xian Yutong's expression was slightly embarrassed, and he sneered: "Master Kongzhi, Shaolin has been holding martial arts for hundreds of years, even if there is no dragon slaying knife, no one in the world dares to underestimate it." If you discuss openly and honestly with everyone in the morning, why do you end up in the miserable state of being surrounded by the Demon Monarch's soldiers in Shaolin!"

Tang Wenliang was much happier than Xian Yutong, and said loudly: "Everyone knows that Xie Xun's traitor has a common enmity with my Kongtong faction. You Shaolin concealed this matter ten years ago, and you still refuse to tell the truth?"

Listening to the general rhetoric of these two people, the faces of all the Shaolin monks were gloomy, and Master Kongzhi shouted angrily: "King Yin Ye is a demon of the Demon Sect, and our Shaolin capture him is naturally a chivalrous thing to eliminate demons and defend the Dao, how can it be related to the old things ten years ago! This is obviously the Demon Lord's strategy to sow discord and make my righteous martial arts discord! If one of my Shaolin people knows the whereabouts of the Dragon Slayer Knife and Xie Xun, he will call the sword soldiers to join him, and he will not die well!"

These words were uttered with great indignation, but the flavor of the confession was very strong. If it were a different time, Master Kongzhi would definitely not say this, but the Demon Lord's Iron Horse had not retreated far away, and the Shaolin Committee really couldn't afford to be embarrassed by the people in the rivers and lakes again.

However, the martial arts people who caught up with Shaolin have already made up their minds to ask for a result today, where will they pay attention to a few words of defense from Master Kongzhi.

Immediately, someone shouted: "Heh! Demon Destroyer Guardian Dao, what a righteous statement! Isn't that Demon Lord a member of the Demon Sect?" Why don't you Shaolin remove the Demon Guardian Dao?"

"That's right, if it weren't for the fact that our fellow people in the rivers and lakes gathered together and made the Demon Lord retreat from the army, wouldn't you be a sword soldier who would not be able to die well!"

"Ten years ago, when the Demon Lord was coercing Wu, that Demon Lord was just a seven or eight-year-old little doll, what kind of strategy could he do! It is clear that you Shaolin have other intentions and speak in a high-sounding manner, but you put all the fault on others!"

Everyone gossiped, refuting a few words of the empty wisdom master's confession, and they were very happy. They dared to be so unkind to Shaolin. Tai Ban was still defeated by the Demon Lord in one fell swoop because of the prestige of Shaolin in the battle of Dengfeng. Now everyone has some contempt for Shaolin in their hearts.

After being robbed of white, Master Kongzhi was so annoyed that his face was red, and he suddenly broke off with a snort, and suddenly waved his palm and smashed a stone pillar with a thick thigh beside him. He shouted angrily: "Shut up! How can you be arrogant and presumptuous!"

Everyone saw that the Empty Wisdom Divine Monk showed such a strong and profound palm power. The heart is awe-inspiring, and the original unscrupulous posture has also been slightly restrained.

Seeing that everyone was no longer in an uproar, the abbot spoke: "The old man can swear by the sky. Back then, on Wudang Mountain, Yin Susu's demon girl never told me Xie Xun's whereabouts! This time Shaolin captured Yin Yewang, which had nothing to do with the incident ten years ago. If the monk has a lie, he will let the Buddha condemn me and send me to the hell of Abi and not be reborn!"

The abbot of Kongwen is a great master who has been famous in martial arts for decades, not only with profound martial arts, but also with superb Buddhism. When everyone saw that he was forced to make such a serious oath, they couldn't help but sigh, and they already believed it in their hearts.

When the Shaolin monks saw the respected abbot and the first seat being forced into such an embarrassing situation by the group of heroes, they were all ashamed and indignant, and their teeth were gritted. However, they always remembered that the overall situation was important, and the emptiness of the same four great monks said earnestly: "It is true that the Demon Lord is not old enough to participate in the old events of ten years ago, but it does not prevent him from using this matter to fabricate rumors on the rivers and lakes. You might as well think about it carefully, where and from whom you heard about this? All rumors are the most difficult to find their roots, and you can't tell who you learned about them, yes or no?"

If he didn't just turn this sentence upside down, as soon as this remark came out, Tang Wenliang of the Kongtong faction sneered first, and said in a deep voice: "Master Emptiness has said something wrong, I can really find the root of this rumor! Tang Mou used his life as a guarantee, this matter is not a trick of the Demon Lord to confuse the public!"

Xian Yutong also took a step forward and nodded: "Master of Emptiness, does this mean that we do not distinguish between black and white, chasing after the wind and catching shadows? No matter how treacherous the Demon Lord is, there is no way to deceive the people of the world with false things out of nothing. ”

Seeing that Huashan and Kongtong, who are also members of the six major factions, expressed their distrust of Shaolin, everyone's emotions were stirred up again, and it was even more difficult to contain than last time. Some of them were more daring, and they had even flashed their blades and were ready to rush up.

Suddenly, a strong wind rose under the clouds. A ghostly phantom swept out of the mountains behind Shaolin, rushing into the field like lightning, and when it stood still, everyone could see that it was an old monk in ragged clothes. This old monk Zhou's body was filled with a heavy and dead air, like a wandering spirit gushing out of hell, and he stood still in the audience, and his right hand suddenly raised. Before everyone could feel anything, a few feet away from the old monk, a disciple of the Divine Fist Sect suddenly howled miserably, and a body suddenly cracked into two pieces, and blood was spilled on the spot!

Black art!

When everyone saw this scene, they froze on the spot in horror and closed their eyes one after another. Only a few of the brave ones could still see that when the old monk's arm was withdrawn, a black rope fluttered around his arm. Just because this black rope dances so fast, it is difficult to catch its traces with the naked eye.

"Uncle Shi!"

"Uncle Shi!"

When the Shaolin monks saw the old monk appear, their faces showed a look of relief, and they all stepped forward to salute.

The old monk's eyelids rolled, and his voice was hoarse: "When did Shaolin fall to such an end? Even a few ghosts and ghosts on the rivers and lakes dared to make trouble in Shaolin!"

The Shaolin monks were ashamed and did not dare to refute. And the rest of the people in the rivers and lakes were also silent when they saw the old monk's unbelievable methods, and they didn't dare to speak out.

The old monk sighed and said, "The arrogance of the demon flame is not your responsibility. This time, when I go out of the mountain, I will go and take down the head of the demon Zhao Wuxian!"

His tone was firm, as if killing the Demon Lord was an easy task. Although everyone in the audience didn't know the details of the old monk, seeing that the empty monk who was the head of Shaolin was extremely respectful to the old monk, his heart became more and more awe-inspiring, and he didn't even feel that the old monk was talking wildly.

Just when the atmosphere was extremely calm, a clear laughter suddenly sounded outside the mountain gate: "What confidence do I have when I am Shaolin, it turns out that I am pinning my hopes on a few old things who cheat corpses!"

While speaking, Zhao Yu entered the temple proudly, one person and one sword, alone. (To be continued......)