Yan Wushuang and the others were really confused at the moment, and they all widened their eyes and waited for Ren Piaoping to explain, but Ren Piaoping didn't explain, still sitting on the coffin, he was thinking, who was the body that was salvaged in the Yellow River?

Ziyun was anxious, walked up to Ren Piaoping in a few steps, and said, "Then who is the corpse that was salvaged earlier?"

The corners of Ren Piaoping's mouth curled up with a touch of helplessness, and said: "I'm also thinking about it, but I can't think of it, so we're going to go to Shaolin Temple now." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

No one asked again, Ren Piaoping, Yan Wushuang and Liu Rujun waved goodbye to Ziyun and Feng Zhongtian respectively, and went straight to Songshan Shaolin Temple.

Yan Wushuang and Ren Piaoping rode a fast horse alone, while Liu Rujun drove the carriage with the coffin.

On the way, Ren Wandering carefully asked every detail of everything that happened when he was away, because he knew that the final outcome of many things was determined by countless details.

So Ren Piaoping was asking: "Miss Yan, are you sure that this thin shirt is the silkworm treasure robe rumored in the rivers and lakes?"

Yan Wushuang said with a smile: "Although this thin shirt has been with me for many years, I don't know that it is the old man of Longmen who definitely thinks that this thin shirt is the Silkworm Treasure Shirt." ”

Ren Piaoping's gaze stayed on Yan Wushuang's eyes, and he muttered, "This thin shirt was left to you by your master, but you don't know who your master is?"

Yan Wushuang did not avoid Ren Piaoping's gaze, and also looked at Ren Piaoping directly and said, "You don't believe me?"

Ren Piaoping seemed to be seen through by Yan Wushuang, her eyes looked into the distance, and she said leisurely: "It's just that it's impossible to infer with common sense, don't blame the girl." ”

Yan Wushuang was still staring at Ren Piaoping's tired and resolute face that he missed all the time in his heart, and then he also looked into the distance, and the words that Ziyun said to her when he changed clothes rang in his ears: Sister, the sachet in Brother Ren's hand must have been given to him by Sister Ouyang, and the embroidered on it was the mountain without a tomb, the river was exhausted, the winter thunder was trembling, the summer rain and snow, the heaven and the earth were together, and he dared to be with you. Yan Wushuang couldn't help but say in his heart: You still don't believe me, how can you believe me, is she the only one you believe in the world, isn't it enough for her to bear you?

The air seemed to be silent and solemn.

For a long time, Ren Piaoping smiled, and asked: "According to what the old man of Longmen said, your master should have a deep relationship with Yan Zhao Thirty-six Cavalry. ”

Liu Rujun echoed casually: "I also think so, if the person headed by Yan Zhao's thirty-six horsemen is really surnamed Yan, isn't Miss Yan also surnamed Yan? Could it be that this is just a coincidence?"

Yan Wushuang didn't answer, because what Liu Rujun said was also what she didn't know about after meditating in her heart.

Ren Piaoping asked again, "Are you still in touch with your master?"

Yan Wushuang sighed: "I haven't seen Master since I was nineteen years old, and I have never heard from him so far, I really want to meet his old man." ”

Ren Wandering couldn't figure it out for a while, but suddenly felt that Yan Wushuang's master was a very key figure.

Yan Wushuang originally had the intention to ask Ren Wandering and Ouyang Xiaodie what happened after they fell into the Yellow River, but thinking that Ren Wandering didn't seem to want to talk about it before, he frowned at this moment, so he had to give up, and with a 'driving' sound, he whipped on the horse's buttocks, and immediately left them behind, Ren Wandering and Liu Rujun looked at each other and smiled, and then chased after each other.

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Songshan, one of the five mountains, is more than 1,000 and 500 meters high, Shaolin Mountain is here, and Shaolin Temple is on Shaolin Mountain.

Now, it's noon.

Ren Wandering and the others have arrived at the town at the foot of the mountain, this town is not big, there are only about a dozen households, and there is only one inn that looks very inconspicuous but has four big characters written on the signboard 'Shaolin Inn', so they have to come here to pay tribute to the Five Organs Temple.

As soon as the three of them got out of the car and entered the inn, they saw a person, who was sitting at a table facing the door, although it was a person, he occupied a table, and in addition to his own set of chopsticks, there were three pairs of empty chopsticks that no one used.

As soon as the three of them entered the door, they blocked the only source of lighting in the inn, and everyone in the inn looked at the three handsome men and beauties with the eyes of everyone.

The three of them looked at each other and smiled and walked towards the man, that person was none other than the old man of Longmen Grottoes, of course the old man of Longmen also saw them, so the old man of Longmen had already got up and stood up from the bench and smiled.

Of course, the three of Ren Wandering were also smiling, but when Yan Wushuang was less than three feet away from the old man of Longmen, he suddenly smiled and made a move, and Yan Wushuang's slender jade hand seemed to slowly and sharply slap on the left shoulder of the old man of Longmen.

There were already people laughing and laughing in the inn, Yan Wushuang's hands were too feminine, white as jade, soft as boneless, delicate and slender and weak, this shot was like driving away flies on people's shoulders.

Ren Wandering was still smiling, but Liu Rujun couldn't laugh anymore, he really didn't understand why Yan Wushuang would make a move on the old man of Longmen.

The old man of Longmen seemed to be taken aback, and when he moved backwards, he found that the bench behind him seemed to have a root, and the nails on the ground did not move at all, it turned out that Yan Wushuang had already calculated his retreat, and when he waved his palm, his right foot had already taken a step forward at the same time to block the bench, and the old man of Longmen had to move forward, but it was too late at this time, because Yan Wushuang's jade palm had arrived, and the old man of Longmen had to sink his shoulders and unload his strength, but Yan Wushuang's palm was a false move, and he saw that the palm that was originally slapped on the left shoulder of the old man of Longmen was a knife in the blink of an eye, and it quickly slid down to cut the vein of the old man's left hand。

The old man of Longmen immediately sat down on the bench behind him and smiled bitterly.

Ren Wandering and the three of them sat down separately, and the old man of Longmen seemed puzzled, and asked, "Yan Nuxia, why are you doing this?" The old man originally wanted to invite everyone to drink a glass of water and wine here, and by the way, he told Ren Shaoxia a few very important things. ”

Liu Rujun also wanted to know this answer, so now he was staring at Yan Wushuang and waiting for her to speak, maybe he was extremely thirsty all the way, and he picked up the cup in his hand and put it to his mouth to drink without looking, but Ren Piaoping quickly snatched the glass of wine in Liu Rujun's hand, and said leisurely: "There is no free lunch in the world, and it is better to drink water when you are thirsty." As soon as he had finished speaking, he poured the glass of wine on the ground.

As soon as the glass of wine hit the ground, a pungent green smoke rose from the ground, and a few idle and bored flies seemed to be quite interested in the foul-smelling thing, and hurriedly flew forward to suck a few puffs greedily, but in the blink of an eye, they were dying with a small belly.

Ren Wandering was still laughing, but Liu Rujun was shocked, glared angrily at the old man of Longmen, and said: "The old man of Longmen who doesn't want to be famous in the martial arts is also so despicable and vicious. ”

The old man of Longmen was already full of fear and despair in his eyes, and Yan Wushuang said, "Because he is not an old man of Longmen at all. Suddenly, he reached out and tore off a piece of skin from the old man's face.

The face naturally can't be torn off, the face behind the mask torn off by Yan Wushuang is an extremely unfamiliar and ordinary face, Liu Rujun is already asking, "Who are you?"

But the stranger didn't answer, and Ren Wandering said in his heart: It's not good. But it was still a step too late, and the stranger's face had already convulsed several times, a trace of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his whole body had fallen to the ground on his back with his head tilted.

Ren Wandering said helplessly: "There are always some things in the world that are more terrible than death. ”

But Liu Rujun said: "I can't figure it out, since a person is not even afraid of death, what else is terrible in this world." ”

Yan Wushuang seemed to understand Ren Piaoping's words, and asked Liu Rujun rhetorically: "What if there is a person or a belief that is more important than your life?"

Liu Rujun suddenly remembered his son, the son he would never recognize, he was still not sure if he would die for this son, but at least he no longer refuted Ren Piaoping's words now.

The timid people in the inn saw that there were dead people who had begun to leave, and the people who stayed were either bold and good to stay to see how things would develop, or they were bold and lustful, and their eyes were always dripping and turning on Yan Wushuang's body, and the harazi in his heart had already flowed enough to water two acres of land, of course, there was also a kind of person, this kind of person was neither good nor lustful, this kind of person was a troublemaker.

Ren Wandering knew that the person who was walking towards the three of them in his eyes must be the one who caused trouble.

People who do good things are just more courageous than ordinary people, and they like to watch the excitement, although there are not many such people in this world, but there are definitely a lot, and the people who cause trouble are usually people who have some ability or have a certain strength.

The person who came was a young man of medium stature and quite imposing, walking between tigers and tigers, waiting in front of Ren Piaoping and the three of them, he smiled at Ren Piaoping: "Dare to ask, but Ren is the donor?"

Although Ren Piaoping was surprised in his heart, he didn't answer, he knew that with Yan Wushuang's hearty personality, he would definitely not be able to help the questions in his heart, as expected, Yan Wushuang got up and hugged his fists and asked, "Then dare to ask Your Excellency how did you learn my friend's surname Ren?"

The man returned the salute, but stood on his chest with one palm, and said with a smile: "If you are the benefactor, then it is right, Yan Nuxia is really bold." ”

Yan Wushuang smiled and said: "Eh, even the details of this girl are clear, so may I ask my friend, what is the matter?"

The man's eyes suddenly burst into light, he looked directly at Ren Piaoping, and said word by word: "Dare to ask Lord Ren, are you going to Shaolin today?"

Ren Piaoping smiled lightly and said, "Not bad." ”

The man had already stepped forward and asked, "Then who is in the coffin that the donor is carrying?"

Ren Piaoping said leisurely: "It seems that Your Excellency is a person with a heart, but I don't understand, why do you have so many distractions as a monk?"

The man's heart was awe-struck, and he said, "Lord Ren really has good eyesight. ”

Ren Piaoping said with a smile: "Anyone can see that you keep claiming to be the benefactor of Ren under you, and you return the salute with your palm, can you still say that you are not a monk?"

At this moment, Liu Rujun and Yan Wushuang couldn't help but feel a little ashamed in their hearts, and secretly praised Ren Piaoping's heart as fine as hair, and sighed to themselves.

The man nodded and said: "Let the benefactor have insight into thousands of things, which is really admirable to the little monk, but the person in this coffin today must be clear, otherwise the little monk will not be able to explain to the abbot." ”

When Yan Wushuang heard this, he couldn't help but look at each other, and sneered coldly: "It's up to you?"

Who knew that the man stood on his chest with one palm and said, "Amitabha, how dare the little monk underestimate the three." ”

At this moment, all the other people in this inn stood up with a bang, took off the hat on their heads, or removed the headscarf cloth wrapped around their heads, even the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper were no exception, Ren Wandering secretly counted, exactly eighteen people, all of them were bald-headed monks.

At this moment, there are no more good deeds, and there are no more lustful people, it turns out that they are all monks who cause trouble.

And the man also took off the square scarf on his head at this moment, of course, he was also a bald monk, smiled gently, and said, "I don't know if this is enough." ”

At this moment, Yan Wushuang was really startled in his heart, only to feel that the gentle smile of the monk was so gentle, and he couldn't help but set his eyes on Ren Piaoping, Liu Rujun was also looking at Ren Piaoping at the moment, waiting for him to speak.

Bursts of heat filled the air with the sunlight that shone into the inn, and the weather was very hot, and the trees stood quietly on the ground, and the leaves did not dance at all.

But Ren Wandering felt a burst of coldness: "Shaolin Eighteen Arhats?!"

At this time, a monk in his forties walked out of these eighteen people, clasped his hands together, and said to Ren Piaoping: "Master Ren, don't come to harm, right?"

Ren Piaoping remembered that she had seen it in Shaolin Temple before, so she smiled and said: "It turns out to be a master, and the master has always been good." In fact, Ren Piaoping still couldn't remember the other party's legal name, so she had to say so.

The monk smiled and said: "The poor monk has no dust, I don't want the donor to remember, but I still hope that the donor will forgive me for today's events, and after the fact, the poor monk should make tea to thank for today's sin." ”

Ren Piaoping snickered in her heart, only then did she know that the other party's legal name was Wuchen, and the Jianghu people called "Wu Chen" Wuchen, but Yan Wushuang saw that the other party was a little bullying, and couldn't help but feel unhappy, and said angrily: "Finally, a person with a name came out to speak, could it be said that this is the hospitality of your Shaolin Temple?"

That Wuchen is an honest person, and when he heard this, he knew that he was wrong, and he was speechless for a while.

The person who spoke first before said: "The little monk has no thoughts, here to apologize to the Ren donor, the Yan donor and the Liu donor, but I still want to ask again, who is the person in this coffin?"

Ren Wandering thought about it, it is said that Shaolin Temple should know that this coffin is likely to be the corpse of the monk who is willing to be deserved, because the Earthquake Gang has already sent someone to transport the body of the fake monk who is willing to be at least Lin, and someone in Shaolin Temple can definitely identify that the corpse is by no means willing to be a monk, so Shaolin Temple has pretended to ambush people under the mountain in advance, and it is also the elite eighteen Arhats of Shaolin Temple. So why? Could it be that they deliberately make things difficult, and why did they do it?

Ren Wandering really couldn't figure it out, so she smiled bitterly and said: "Dare to ask Master Wunian, who do you think is in this coffin that made Shaolin Temple so aggressive and dispatched eighteen Arhats?"

That Wunian didn't seem to expect Ren Wandering to ask such a question, hesitated for a moment, and said: "The little monk has his own plan in his heart, and he will know when he opens the coffin." The voice fell and the person quickly moved towards the coffin outside the door.

Yan Wushuang immediately unfolded her body and wanted to chase out, but there were already three more monks in front of her silently, Yan Wushuang sighed.

Ren Wandering was also sighing, but Ren Wandering was already sitting on the coffin, and sighed and said: "Why are people always forcing me these days, even the monks who have always been honest are not honest." ”