"Once upon a time there was a desert, and at the bottom of the desert there was a bottle sealed with a devil, who was suppressed by the gods because of his wickedness, and the god did not kill the devil, but wanted him to taste loneliness forever, because it was far more terrible than death!"

Dugu paused slightly, saw the silent monks, and continued: "In the first hundred years of the devil's sealing, he hoped day and night that someone would save him, and he secretly swore that as long as someone rescued him, he promised that person three wishes, no matter how difficult it was, he would do it. A hundred years passed quickly, but still no one came to save him, although the devil was resentful, but still full of hope that someone would save him, but the wish changed from three to two, when the second hundred years passed, the devil was still sealed in the bottle, tried his best, could not break the bottle, day and night endured the boundless darkness and loneliness, he was a little unable to hold on, but he still swore that as long as the next hundred years, someone rescued him, he would still fulfill one of the person's wishes. ”

Dugu Duan said with a strange look in his eyes, and when he saw several monks who were attracted by the story, he smiled: "You have also guessed that three hundred years later, there is still no one to save him, at that time, the devil's spirit is already a little abnormal, talking to himself all day long, saying things that no one understands, but he still decided that if he can get out of the bottle in the fourth hundred years, he will not kill the person who saved him!"

The sweeping monk sighed, although Dugu Duan had not finished speaking, he already understood the meaning of Dugu Duan.

"Five hundred years later, one day there was a storm in the desert that lasted for seven days and seven nights. The bottle emerged from the ground. A pedestrian passing by the desert picked up the bottle. When he opened it, the unkempt devil came out of it, he didn't say a word, swallowed the pedestrian in one gulp, and then slaughtered the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, at this time he was already crazy!"

Dugu chuckled, a pair of cyan eyes, with a hint of madness, in this silent bamboo forest. It's horrifying. looked at the sweeping monk and said word by word: "I'm already mad, so for the sake of the world, you'd better kill me!"

As soon as the words fell, it had already turned into a black shadow and attacked the sweeping monk.

Rumble!

The scattered true qi blew Xuan Nan and the others to retreat again and again, and the monks were horrified, only to see two figures, one black and one green, in the field, which seemed to be two whirlwinds. The fierce grappling is together, and with the naked eye alone, it is impossible to see any moves clearly.

"This ......"

Xuan was stunned, and Dugu didn't even make a move. beat him to a serious injury, and now this nameless old monk is actually competing with Dugu Duan. Do not fall behind.

He had been in the Shaolin Temple for decades, and he did not know that such a terrifying figure was hidden in the temple.

The stick monk who was holding the Xuan Difficulty said in horror: "Uncle Shi." What should we do?"

Xuan Nan frowned, and was about to speak. Hearing each other's footsteps in the forest, they looked up and saw a group of monks walking in the distance, and the official abbot of Shaolin Temple, Xuan Ci, the leader.

Xuan Ci led hundreds of monks to Xuan Nan's side, and saw that Xuan Nan's face was pale, and there were still blood stains on the corners of his mouth. Xuan Ci was shocked and hurriedly said, "Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"

Xuan Nan smiled bitterly and sighed: "Abbot, I'm afraid we're going to have a catastrophe!"

Xuan Ci frowned, looked at the two figures in the field that were fighting upside down, looked at it for a moment, and said in horror: "Who are these two people?"

Xuan Nan sighed, and then recounted what had just happened.

Hearing that the person who stole the scriptures was Dugu was Dugu Duan, it had already shocked the monks, but hearing that the person who was fighting with Dugu Duan was actually a monk who cleaned the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, it made them dumbfounded.

Xuan Ci frowned and said, "We can't feel that old monk knows martial arts at all, he is so powerful, why do you want to hide in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion as a miscellaneous servant?"

"I don't know!"

Xuan Yan shook his head, he couldn't figure out this question, if it wasn't for Dugu Duduan's appearance, I'm afraid he wouldn't know for the rest of his life that Shaolin Temple still has such a great power.

The monks looked at each other, obviously the current situation was beyond their expectations, the two people in the field, they asked themselves against one of them, there was no victory.

Xuan Nan sighed: "Now we are thanks to this nameless old monk, otherwise you have already seen Duguduan's martial arts, even if we go together, we will not be sure of victory!"

Xuan Ci's eyes flickered, and he was silent.

Xuan Lin retorted: "Now that all the Xuanzi brothers and sisters are here, the masters in our temple will definitely be able to kill such a heinous criminal." ”

More than a dozen old monks behind Xuan Ci nodded, showing a look of approval, they were Xuantong, Xuansheng and other Shaolin Temple Xuanzi monks, each of whom was one of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple.

Xuan Nan sighed, noncommittal, they didn't fight Dugu, they just thought that the other party's martial arts were very high, but they didn't know how terrifying it was. Xuan Yan had experienced that feeling of powerlessness, and Dugu Duan was just standing still, and he had already been seriously injured.

Just when the Shaolin monks spoke, Dugu Duan and the sweeping monk had fought more than 100 moves, the sweeping monk's eyes flashed a trace of determination, although he and Dugu Duan belonged to the same congenital, and even he was stronger than Dugu Duan, but Dugu Duan's 'Dugu Nine Swords' used by the 'Six Veins Divine Sword' was almost invincible, no matter what martial arts he used, it was difficult to resist, and the internal force was contested, Dugu Duan was equipped with the 'Northern Shengong', and the internal force was as vast as the sea.

"I don't know how many people's internal force this son has absorbed!"

The sweeping monk sighed in his heart and thought: " Now whether it is internal strength, or body method, Dugu is only strong and not weak, even if I reached the congenital earlier than him, but looking at his more and more courageous appearance, it is obvious that the experience of facing the enemy is very strong, and I have not done anything with others for decades, if it is against the enemy, only by my innate realm, there is no need to fight deeply, but Dugu is also a congenital realm, and he is young, full of physical strength, and if he fights again, he will be defeated, although I can go, but behind him is Shaolin Temple, when he opens the killing ring, no one can stop it, I can't bear it. ”

The sweeping monk glanced at the monks in the bamboo forest, and then saw Dugu attacking again, and immediately made a false move and slapped his palm on the top of his head.

Dugu snorted coldly, and the true qi of his whole body surged, blocking the sweeping monk, and raised his hand to shoot out several Shaoshang sword qi. There was a smile in the sweeping monk's eyes, as if he had expected Dugu to do this.

The sweeping monk avoided the six-vein divine sword, and his right palm quickly changed his move, attacking Dugu Duan, and with a bang, he hit Dugu Duan's body protection qi again.

Dugu's figure shook for a moment, and his fingertips burst out with brilliant light, like a sharp arrow, stabbing at the chest of the sweeping monk.

Rumble!

The scattered true qi blew so that the monks hid their faces and retreated, with a look of horror on their faces, and when the true qi dispersed, they looked at the middle of the field, and were stunned.

Under the moonlight, the two figures, black and green, stood opposite each other, both of them were bloodless, but when I saw the old monk in the green robe, the hole in the heart of a small finger was the thickness of a finger, running through the front and back, and the clothes behind the black-robed young man were all torn, revealing white skin like jade.

"Poof!"

Dugu raised his head and spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body shook, crumbling, bang, kneeling on one knee, his fists on the ground, supporting his body, bowing his head slightly, the blood at the corner of his mouth overflowed, ticking, falling to the ground, and soon soaked the loess.

The monks of Shaolin Temple erupted in earth-shattering cheers, and all the monks of the Xuanzi generation glanced at each other with joyful faces.

Xuan Ci smiled and said: "Since ancient times, evil has not prevailed, we ......" Before he finished speaking, he heard a plop, and the old monk in the green robe fell to the ground on his back.

Xuan Ci opened his mouth with a shocked expression, he didn't see the small hole in the sweeping monk's chest, and he didn't know what was going on.

The Shaolin Temple monks stopped laughing abruptly and looked at the cyan figure on the ground in a daze.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Dugu Duan slowly stood up, staggered a few steps, came to the old monk in the green robe, sat on the ground, looked at the plain eyes of the sweeping monk, and said slowly: "Why are you suffering!"

The sweeping monk stared at Dugu Duan tightly, with a bright light in his eyes, as if he was returning to the light, and sighed: "I really can't imagine that you will 'turn the stars'." ”

"So there's a lot you can't think of!" Dugu said lightly.

The sweeping monk whispered: "The old man can see that the donor still yearns for the light in his heart, but the world is impermanent, and he has fallen into darkness...... Can you ......" gradually his voice was inaudible, and he slowly closed his eyes and died of anger.

The sweeping monk hid in the Shaolin Temple for decades, and wanted to stay away from the strife in the martial arts and live a dull life, but unfortunately the rivers and lakes are not said to be able to retreat, even if he has reached the innate realm, he is still not extraordinary, and finally died in the enemy. (To be continued......)