Beiming wiped his mouth with a knife and a cuff and said, "I said stupid monk, are you fooling us, right? I don't know what you are doing when you say it?"

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After waking up inexplicably, he also looked at Zhou Zhidao with a puzzled face.

Zhou Zhidao explained: "The reason why I don't know whether I can learn it or not is because I don't have the secret book of 'Golden Bell Jar', and I don't know if there is a condition because I don't know how to learn it inexplicably." ”

Zhou Zhidao had something to say, and inexplicably fell into thought with Beiming, and for a while, the Longmen Inn became silent again.

The silent Dragon Gate Inn is even more desolate, because too many people have died.

-- A place where too many people have died is always so bleak.

"Are you saying that although you don't have the secret book of the 'Golden Bell Jar', you know where it is?"

"Not bad. ”

"The reason why I don't know if there are any conditions is because I have to look for it, and it's one thing to find it to learn by myself, and it's another thing to bring it back to Shaolin Temple to learn again, right? "Inexplicably, he is also a smart person, and as soon as Beiming finished speaking, he also figured out the words in Zhou Zhidao's words.

"Not bad. ”

"Where is the secret book of the 'Golden Bell Jar' now?" asked Bei Mingdao.

"Don't say. Zhou Zhidao closed his eyes and stopped talking.

The sentence "can't be said" choked all the words under Beiming's knife in his mouth and couldn't say it.

He wanted to scold, but he didn't know where to start, because the "Golden Bell Jar" was originally one of the four great gods of Shaolin Temple.

If you say it now, it is obviously asking someone to take it, as a disciple of Shaolin Temple, this kind of thing that is detrimental to morality is really not something that people like Zhou Zhidao can do.

Of course, if he was inexplicably willing to enter the Shaolin Temple to become a monk, Zhou Zhidao would not say a word, and immediately went to fetch it in person and put it in front of Inexplicable, but now he inexplicably does not want to become a monk.

After being silent for a long time, he shook his head with a smile and said: "Don't care, although the 'Golden Bell Jar' is good, it is not mine, although the 'Yama Holy Body Divine Skill' and the 'Mixed Yuan Wuji Body Protection Divine Skill' are good, they are also not mine, they are not mine in the first place, so why should I care if I can get them." ”

-- Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing originally, where to stir up dust.

With inexplicable cultivation, although he is not in the first class, he is not much worse than the second rate.

Getting some taels of silver from some big corrupt officials was just a gesture, but he didn't do it for years.

still lives a hard and poor life, and even in order to make a living, he even came to this Longmen Inn to be a small servant.

Why?

Without him, the mind dictates.

His person, his nature, is like a child, like a mirror.

He can see, understand, and see more thoroughly, so he has always maintained such a mentality about things that are not his own.

The inexplicable words made Beiming even more speechless, and he opened his mouth wide and looked inexplicable, with a strange face.

He didn't expect to say such a thing inexplicably.

Is this still a sixteen-year-old?

Also unexpectedly was Zhou Zhidao.

As if he was startled, he opened his eyes suddenly, and the foot-long essence couldn't help but shoot out of his eyes, illuminating the surrounding area within a few feet.

Zhou Zhidao looked inexplicably and didn't speak.

If the performance when he inexplicably saved people made him feel like a flash in the pan, then at this moment it made him feel a shock to his soul.

Zhou Zhidao liked this kid more and more, so he became extremely entangled.

Zhou Zhidao remembered the Shaolin Temple, which had been silent for too long, and urgently needed some geniuses to re-establish its prestige.

For this purpose, since twenty years ago, the master Kuhai Shen Monk has been preparing, and has successively included Senior Brother Hai Madness and himself as disciples.

Although he is not a genius, he is the best jade, especially in the body protection exercises, which can be called one in a million, if he can learn the "Golden Bell Jar", he will definitely be able to achieve the peak of the twelve levels that no one can reach after the Bodhidharma Patriarch.

Zhou Zhidao was taken aback by the sudden thought, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, as Qian Kui said, it was inexplicably too strange, and it was not strange that something happened.

It is precisely because it is inexplicably so strange that Zhou Zhidao can't say anything about the secret book that he can tell him where the secret book is after he apprentices.

Zhou Zhidao knew that as long as he said it, he would inexplicably turn around and leave immediately, without hesitation.

That's why Zhou Zhidao got entangled.

It's not about whether you can tell the inexplicable, but about how to tell him.

The three of them seemed to be holding their breath, holding up the wine glass and bowl to drink, and the atmosphere in the Dragon Gate Inn became more and more weird.

"Ahh

Zhou Zhidao suddenly sighed deeply, he still decided to say it, whether it is for this life-saving grace, or for the sake of Shaolin Temple or even Zhengdao Martial Arts!

"A lot of things happened twenty years ago, not only in Longmen Town, but also in my Shaolin Temple. Twenty years ago, there was a man in black who broke into the Shaolin Temple at night and stole the secret book of the 'Golden Bell Jar', so that the secret book was in the rivers and lakes for 20 years, until some time ago, for some reason, the man in black suddenly sent someone to say that he would return the secret book at Yanmen Pass. The process is very calm, there is no imaginary trickery, but the way back is not peaceful, we met many people, all of them are masters, and they are also proficient in all kinds of poison and Dongying secret arts, I and Uncle Kujing fought for more than half an hour and gradually lost the enemy, Uncle Shi was unfortunately seriously injured, so I asked Uncle Shi to protect the secret book and go first, I came to the palace. After Uncle Shi left, I gave it a go, and successively killed several of the opponent's strongest martial arts masters, and the other party gradually retreated, but ...... By the time I caught up with my uncle, he had already been killed in the mountain path, and the secret book was gone. ”

Speaking of this, Zhou Zhidao's face was sad, and he sighed for a while, and the drink was no longer a drink, but a big gulp.

Everyone knows if he's drinking alcohol or not.

Bei Ming asked, "Then why did you come here? Could it be that the murderer is in Longmen Town?"

"I heard about August in Longmen Town, and if I had nothing to do, I might have come to see it, but at that time, I didn't have the heart to see it. Zhou Zhidao said, "The reason why I came here is because of the people in black, when I was at a loss, several people in black suddenly appeared, guiding me to Longmen Town gradually, and then those things happened during the day." ”

"Could it be that the people you met with the Kujing Zen Master were dressed in black?"

"Yes, it's black. ”

"Who is the Zen Master who killed the Pure Meditation Master? Also in black?"

"Yes, it's black, he used to be black, but now he's not. ”

"Not now?"

Beiming was puzzled, slowly recalled the bits and pieces of the day, and gradually showed a look of sudden realization on his face.

He already had a thought of who it was.

Inexplicably, he suddenly frowned and asked, "Senior Zhou, how do you know that it must be him?" You didn't see who killed Zen Master Kujing, how can you be sure that it was him?"

Zhou Zhidao said: "Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, I saw the wound, a fist, no matter the shape, size or angle of the punch, it is the same, so I am sure it is him." ”

Inexplicably quieted down.

One person's habits can't change from one person to another.

Therefore, his habit of killing people rarely changes, and even if the way of killing changes, the habit of killing will remain.

It's like the punch that was inexplicably punched by Qian Kui.

Although he did not do his best, the size and shape of his fist could not change.

And his habit of punching has not changed, and the "wounds" caused by him are naturally traceable.

Zhou Zhidao followed this sign and judged the murderer who killed his uncle Kujing.

"It's Qian Kui. ”

Originally, Zhou Zhidao didn't have to say it, but he still said it involuntarily.

"Qian Kui......"

"Qian Kui?"

Two different sounds sounded almost simultaneously.

The difference is that the inexplicable voice is like a murmur, and the voice of the North Soul is full of sophistication.

Kujing is the first Luohan Hall of Shaolin Temple, and he has several Shaolin skills, even if he is seriously injured, not everyone can kill it.

It's not that Qian Kui's martial arts are not as strong as bitter purity.

But how could Hei Yi be sure that Zen Master Kujing would leave first, and which way he would leave, so as to leave a master like Qian Kui in ambush at the mountain road in advance?

-- No one can predict the future, and this is a simple truth that not stupid people know.

Beiming Yidao is not stupid, so he quickly thought of the contradiction.

It's just that he couldn't figure out how the black clothes did it, so he chose to be silent.

Qian Kui was inexplicably impressed.

Subconsciously, he didn't believe that he would do such a thing, but Qian Kui did it.

- "Can we have a drink when we see each other again?"