Shaomuro Mountain, Shaolin Temple. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, hundreds of monks sit cross-legged, facing the huge golden Buddha statue, reverently chanting the Buddha.

"Amitabha... Senior Brother Abbot, Ziming and Juekong have been down the mountain for many days, and they have not returned for a long time, and recently the junior brother has felt faintly uneasy in his heart..."

With his hands folded and his eyes looking at Abbot Zhiyuan, Master Zhitong suddenly said worriedly.

"Amitabha... Don't worry, with the blessing of the Buddha, Ziming and Juekong will definitely be fine..."

Hearing this, wearing the abbot's robe and holding the Buddha beads, the abbot of Zhiyuan chanted a Buddha noise.

"Abbot Qiqi, there is a benefactor outside the temple who asks to see..."

Just as Abbot Zhiyuan finished speaking, a little monk walked into the Daxiong Treasure Hall and saluted respectfully.

"Well, senior brother abbot, Shaolin has been closed for decades, and no one has come for a long time..."

Hearing this, Master Zhixin's eyebrows trembled, and he said suspiciously.

"Jue Le... Has this benefactor ever been named?"

Nodding his head and looking at the little monk, Abbot Zhiyuan asked in a harmonious voice.

"Abbot Qi, it is not easy for the person who comes to call himself Jin..."

Hearing the inquiry, the little monk replied respectfully.

"Jin Gang Master!"

Hearing this, the abbot brother and others of Zhiyuan glanced at each other, and then quickly stood up and went out of the temple to greet each other.

Outside the temple, Jin Buyi was burly, staring at the gate of Shaolin Temple with a solemn face.

"Amitabha... I never thought that the Jin Gang Master would come, and I would be far away..."

After a while, Abbot Zhiyuan led the monks to greet him.

"Abbot Zhiyuan, it's polite..."

Hugging his fists, Jin Buyi saluted with a heavy face.

"Amitabha... Jin Gang Master, I don't know what happened when I came to Shaolin Temple today?"

Nodding, Abbot Zhiyuan said a Buddha noise and asked in a harmonious voice.

"Abbot Zhiyuan, Jin came today to report the news, and it is about Master Ziming..."

Frowning, Jin Buyi replied with a heavy face.

"Ziming?"

Hearing this, the elder brother of the abbot of Zhiyuan and others looked at each other and were shocked.

"Jin Gang Master, please gather in the Daxiong Treasure Palace..."

Suddenly feeling uneasy in his heart, Abbot Zhiyuan immediately invited Jin Buyi to enter the temple.

When he came to the Daxiong Treasure Palace, Jin Buyi immediately held a Jianghu conference with Zhao Lin'er and told him about poisoning Master Ziming.

"Amitabha Buddha ....."

After listening to the narration, Abbot Zhiyuan said a Buddha noise and was silent.

"Senior Brother Abbot, the Lord of the Burial Flower Palace poisoned my Shaolin disciple! We must not tolerate this matter!"

With his hands folded and his long eyebrows shaking, the Master of Wisdom said angrily.

"Yes, senior brother abbot, Shaolin has been closed for too long, and the people in the rivers and lakes have forgotten the majesty of Shaolin!"

Beside him, he nodded, and Master Zhiming also echoed.

"Senior brothers, don't you forget, the agreement of the year..."

After being silent for a long time, glancing at everyone, Abbot Zhiyuan sighed.

Hearing this, Master Zhitong and the others were also speechless and lowered their heads one after another.

"Abbot Zhiyuan, what was the agreement of the year?"

Hearing what Abbot Zhiyuan said, Jin Buyi asked suspiciously.

"The Buddha said, don't say, don't say..."

Looking at Jin Buyi, Abbot Zhiyuan replied bitterly.

"Amitabha... Shaolin is a martial arts Taishan Beidou! Now that he has been bullied to this point, if he doesn't say anything again, what face will he have!"

Suddenly, just as Abbot Zhiyuan finished speaking, there was an old Buddha noise outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall!

Hearing the noise of the Buddha, everyone looked for prestige, only to see an old monk wearing a golden robe, pacing into the main hall!

"Amitabha... Uncle Hui Ku!"

When he saw this old monk, the elder brother of the abbot of Zhiyuan and others, he immediately saluted respectfully.

"Uncle Taishi..."

Behind him, hundreds of monks in the main hall also recited in unison respectfully.

This old monk in a golden robe is Qin Xuan's master, Master Huiku!

"Wisdom Bitter Monk!"

At the Evil Punishment Conference, I had seen Master Huiku make a move, and knowing that the other party was Qin Xuan's master, a master of the Grandmaster, Jin Buyi immediately clenched his fists and called respectfully.

"Amitabha... Gang Leader Kim, you're polite..."

Seeing this, Master Huiku folded his hands and chanted a Buddha noise.

"Uncle Huiku, what do you mean... But to destroy the agreement of the year?"

Coming to Master Huiku, Abbot Zhiyuan asked respectfully.

"Amitabha... The world's martial arts come out of Shaolin, and Shaolin is the martial arts Taishan Beidou, how can we lose face! The matter of Ziming being poisoned must not be stopped!"

Nodding, Master Huiku said slowly.

The meaning of the words is that for the sake of Master Ziming, Shaolin Temple decided to destroy the agreement!

"Amitabha... Since Uncle Hui Ku has decided to do so, Shaolin Temple must agree..."

After a shout of Buddha's voice, Abbot Zhiyuan supported Master Huiku's decision.

Although he is the abbot, in the Shaolin Temple, Master Huiku's senior is the highest, and his opinion should be listened to.

Hearing that the abbot made such a decision, Master Zhitong and the others had been silent for many years, and they were already unwilling to be lonely, and a trace of joy flashed in their eyes.

"By the way, Jin Gang Master, where is Sora now?"

Glancing at everyone, Abbot Zhiyuan looked at Jin Buyi, and suddenly asked out loud.

"Abbot Zhiyuan, Juekong has already taken a certain step ahead of Jin and rushed back to Shaolin Temple... Hearing the meaning of this, could it be that Juekong has not returned yet?"

Hearing the inquiry, Jin Buyi thought for a moment and then frowned and asked.

Hearing this, the elder brother of Zhiyuan and the others gradually became solemn.

Juekong has a simple personality, if he rushes back to Shaolin first as Jin Buyi said, he will definitely not go anywhere, it is very likely that something happened on the road, and there was a delay!

Everyone couldn't help but worry about Juekong in their hearts, Juekong is the next abbot of Shaolin Temple, and it is the expectation of Shaolin Temple, and no accidents must happen.

"Amitabha... Uncle Huiku, since the Shaolin Temple has decided to make a move, what should we do next?"

Suppressing the worry in his heart, Abbot Zhiyuan looked at Master Huiku and asked respectfully.

"Amitabha... The Lord of the Burial Flower Palace is the realm of the Grandmaster, and his strength cannot be underestimated, but now he has escaped, and his whereabouts are unknown... First, the leader of the Laojin Gang inquired about his whereabouts, and after finding out the owner of the Funeral Flower Palace, Zhitong, Zhiming, and Zhixin led one hundred and eight monks to arrest him..."

Hearing this, Master Hui Ku thought about it for a while, and said slowly: "As for Juekong, it is the expectation of Shaolin Temple, and the old man will set off immediately and go down the mountain to find it..."

"Amitabha... Listen to Uncle Shi's decree..."

Hearing Master Huiku's arrangement, the abbot brother and others clasped their hands together and recited respectfully.

"Master Huiku, Jin has already been a disciple in the mobilization gang, and he will go all out to track down Zhao Lin'er's whereabouts!

Beside him, he hugged his fists, and Jin Buyi said roughly.

............... (To be continued.) )