Shaomu Mountain, as the location of the world's martial arts sect Shaolin, is located in the southern foot of Songshan Mountain, with strange peaks and mountains, mountain cliffs and strange stones, abounding.

The most well-known is the 36 peaks of Shaolin, each of which is straight into the sky and has the potential to reach the sky.

The origin and rumors of the Thirty-six Peaks have never been interrupted since ancient times.

The most spread is that the thirty-six peaks formed the thirty-six Tiangang array, running day and night, absorbing the brilliance of the sun, moon and stars, and suppressing the existence of one below.

As for what exactly was suppressed, there are different opinions.

Some rumors say that the Buddha sat down and surrendered to the demons.

Some say that it is an ancient demon king.

Others say that there is hell down there.

But all kinds of legends have been passed down for countless years, and nothing has necessarily happened.

Therefore, the townspeople around Shaomuro Mountain, for this kind of statement, are just used to scare children, and no one will consider its authenticity.

Just like every place, there is a legend.

But among the many legends, how many are true?

When Zhang Yuan arrived at the foot of Shaomu Mountain, he was a little dumbfounded.

The entire villages and towns at the foot of Shaomu Mountain have been filled, and high-rollers from all walks of life have gathered, and I don't know who spread the news.

There was a lot of noise, and it was even more lively than Taiyue.

His face was suspicious.

Didn't the two leaders of Shaolin only notify the grandmaster-level figures of various forces?

How did so many people come?

Even if you follow your elders to see the world, there shouldn't be so many Jianghu guests.

"Someone isn't going to be fueling the trouble, is it?"

Zhang Yuan pondered.

He walked towards the mountain gate of Shaolin.

In the past few days, there has been an endless stream of tourists from the rivers and lakes, and they have been constantly worshipping the mountain, which has already caused Shaolin a headache.

In addition, the seal of the demon king is constantly loosening, and the monks have died one after another, and Shaolin has no time to entertain these Jianghu guests.

But everyone gathered together to help Shaolin, if they refused one by one, it would be too chilling.

So in the past few days, after discussing with the powerhouses of the various heavenly lists, the upper echelons of Shaolin decided to temporarily close the mountain.

On the mountain road, a group of warrior monks dressed in yellow, holding monk sticks, guarded there.

On one side of the rock, there is a list.

It's full of content.

The approximate meaning is: thank you for the good intentions of the heroes and heroes from all walks of life, can not entertain them one by one, wait until all the heroes arrive, and then open the temple door widely, and accept everyone together, these days will temporarily wronged you, stay at the foot of the mountain for a while.

After Zhang Yuan read the content of the list, he couldn't help but be speechless for a while.

How so?

Can I still get in?

He was cheeky, walked towards the warrior monks, and arched his hand: "A few masters, in Xia Zhang Yuan, I have mentioned to your temple before, I am willing to come to help, I don't know if you can let you go up first?"

Several warrior monks' faces were moved.

"Are you the world-turner Zhang Shaoxia?"

"It's down there. ”

Zhang Yuan said.

Several warrior monks hesitated.

These days, Zhang Shaoxia's prestige has spread all over Kyushu, no one knows, no one knows, as Shaolin monks, they have heard about it as early as in the temple, and they have long admired Zhang Shaoxia.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Shaoxia actually came.

The middle-aged warrior monk led by the middle-aged monk clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, Zhang Shaoxia forgive me, it's not that we don't want to, but now it's urgent, there is no order from the first seat, the poor monk really doesn't dare to open the mountain gate in vain, please forgive Zhang Shaoxia." ”

"Master, can you be accommodating?"

Zhang Yuan asked.

"Zhang Shaoxia, forgive me. ”

The warrior monk said.

Zhang Yuan was helpless for a while.

Who is this nonsense?

How did you attract so many people?

It's okay now, and I can't get in.

He opened his mouth and asked, "Dare to ask the master, how is the situation in the temple?"

The middle-aged warrior monk sighed and said, "Last night, someone broke into Shaolin at night and stole the valuable things in the temple, but the little monk doesn't know what it is. ”

There was a hint of self-reproach in his eyes.

They were in charge of guarding the mountain gate, but they didn't even know who had broken in, and it was a great sin to lose something in the temple.

"Someone broke into Shaolin at night?"

Zhang Yuan showed a different color.

Shaolin is a great martial arts sect for 10,000 years, and it exists like a tiger's den in Longtan.

Those who dare to break into Shaolin at night, this is at least at the top of the list.

No, it is unlikely that he will be at the top of the list, maybe he will be a master of the heavenly list.

The middle-aged warrior monk sighed and said: "The first seat of each courtyard and the heavenly list masters are being dragged by the seal, and they have no time to take care of that person, which makes the thief take advantage of the loophole, if it weren't for the restlessness of the seal, the thief would not dare to break into Shaolin." ”

Zhang Yuan nodded and arched his hand: "Thank you, master." ”

The middle-aged warrior monk returned the salute.

Zhang Yuan had to retreat back from the mountain gate.

Now he couldn't even enter the mountain gate, and he couldn't help but be speechless for a while.

If you can't enter Shaolin, then this time it will be in vain.

It is very difficult to accomplish the work of rubbing merit value.

I can only retreat and learn the Divine Palm, and by the way, ask about the Demon Buddha Mark and the Black Palm.

However, the first month of the Demon Buddha Seal is about to pass, will there be other changes?

According to Ren Xingyun and the Four Absolute Monks, the first month was the most difficult.

Nine out of ten people died in the first month.

He's fine now, maybe something will happen in the next few days.

Now we have to consider whether to leave first and go back to Longmen.

But such a big thing happened in Shaolin, will Ren Xingyun also be in Shaolin?

And now there are not a few days left, and when he returns to Longmen, the first month will definitely pass.

Who knows if the shadow in the body will swallow itself.

"It's all this dead cow, and it's delaying me too much time on the way. ”

Zhang Yuan looked at the big scalper under him, ready to teach it a lesson.

Soon, he found out that there were other famous places in the rivers and lakes, holding invitations, and were put into the mountain gate.

He smiled wryly.

Obviously, these celebrities are specially invited, and they have been famous for a long time, and they are basically grandmasters of the previous generation.

Knowing this, when he was in Taiyue before, he should have asked the two old monks to write an invitation to him.

"Can you just sneak in?"

A bold idea popped up in Zhang Yuan's heart, and it thumped.

Will you meet the sweeping monk?

Zhang Yuan hesitated in his heart, and finally went to the bottom of the mountain to find a place to settle down.

I searched for a long time, but I couldn't find a place to stay.

He had to find a roof to fall down temporarily.

The big scalper and the black crow were let out by him and let them roam on their own.

"Wait, maybe there will be someone from Longmen nearby. ”

Zhang Yuan muttered.

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Deep in the temple gate.

In front of the humble room.

A thin old monk knocked on the bowl in front of him, making an old voice.

"The holy weapon changed hands, the demon king got out of trouble, hell was restless, and the ages changed greatly."

Bobobo.

The sound of bowls rang out in the room, accompanied by the sound of mysterious chanting.

Originally, the ground under him was silently cracking, and a trace of black gas overflowed from the ground, turning into palms and grabbing them.

But as the chanting sound sounded, the black qi dissipated one by one, and a terrible roar came out from the ground, and the cracked ground was slowly healing.

The whole room, with its indescribable Holy Spirit, peace, and warmth, seemed to be eternally cut off from the outside world.

The terrible howl that came from the ground did not reach the slightest.

The entire Shaolin interior was tense and stormy, and countless monks were busy, but none of them noticed what was happening in this humble room.