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Zheng Jun's crossbowmen had long known that Master Lu Dao Shanhu was the head of the five hundred warrior monks in the Luohan Hall of Shaolin Temple, so they concentrated their firepower and feathered arrows like a storm and rain to shoot at him.

Master Shanhu, as the head of the Luohan Hall, is one of the best masters in the Shaolin Temple. He was not afraid of danger, his hands danced the monk's stick in the wind and rain, and the arrows flew one by one in the future, and occasionally the fish that slipped through the net were also bounced off by his bulging monk's robe like a ball, without hurting the body.

Unexpectedly, a dazzling silver light suddenly lit up in the depths of the black oppressive arrow rain, and a magic arrow shot straight over.

Master Shanhu was taken aback, and hurriedly poured the monk's stick into the magic arrow.

The crisp sound of the "ding" magic arrow deflected into the air, and Master Shanhu only felt that a mysterious and cold demonic qi instantly broke into his arms through the monk's stick, and the two arms were numb for a while, and the blood in the meridians seemed to be frozen.

Between the lightning and the fire, another beam of silver roared in. Master Zen Hu roared like thunder and struggled to parry with his stick, but his arms moved much slower than usual under the pressure of demonic energy, and his moves suddenly became extremely sluggish and sluggish.

The silver magic arrow took advantage of the weakness and struck Master Zengo's chest with a "poof", and the arrow pierced through the vest, and a puddle of blood burst out in response.

Master Shanhu threw the monk's stick with a loud roar, and his body was carried backwards by the terrifying energy that erupted from the magic arrow, and a mouthful of blood was already sprayed out involuntarily in the air.

The monks of Shaolin Temple were shocked, and no one in the scuffle could see where the two magic arrows were shot from.

Monk Tanzong, Monk Jueyuan and others rushed over desperately, picked up the dying Master of Good Protection, fought and retreated into the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

At this moment, the Daxiong Treasure Hall is overcrowded, and almost all the monks of the entire temple are concentrated here.

Bai Wufang saw Monk Jueyuan come in with a good protection master covered in blood on his back, and said with a disgraced face: "Daddy!"

Master Shanhu fell into the arms of Monk Jueyuan, his face was as pale as gold, and he endured the piercing pain and smiled at Bai Wufang: "In the future, Daddy can no longer take care of you, don't be willful in everything, listen to your words more Senior Brother Jueyuan......"

Bai Wufang cried bitterly and fell on the body of Master Shanhu, shouting, "Daddy, I don't want you to die!"

At this time, the Shaolin monks have retreated into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, closed the doors and windows and prepared to fight to the end, seeing the tragic situation in front of them, they were all sad and indignant, and they all whispered to the Buddha.

Monk Jueyuan gritted his teeth and said with red eyes: "Master, don't worry, as long as I have a breath, I will never let my junior sister be bullied!"

Bai Wufang cried so darkly that he shouted: "Who wants you to care, I want Daddy, I want Daddy......"

Outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the sound of the army mobilizing and closing the encirclement sounded, and Wang Ren was triumphant, and said with a smile: "The thieves of the Shaolin Temple, you have no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the ground, so you should surrender obediently! This general will give you half a stick of incense, and when the time comes, I will burn the Shaolin Temple to scorched earth!"

Master Shanhu's body shook violently, and the strength that was born out of nowhere bounced up from the arms of Monk Jueyuan, and his fingers shouted angrily outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall: "The thief is going to be rampant!" A large mouthful of crimson blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body suddenly stiffened and slowly fell, but he was angry and unyielding.

Bai Wufang was stunned, and without saying a word, he pulled out his lancet and pushed away the crowd and rushed towards the outside of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Master Zhicao stopped her and said, "Stop, not only will you not be able to take revenge if you go out like this, but you will only lose your life!"

Bai Wufang turned a deaf ear and struggled and said, "Let go of me, I want to avenge my father!"

Monk Jueyuan carefully pulled out the magic arrow from the chest of Master Shanhu with indignation and compassion, and stared at the end of the silver arrow shaft with a blood-red word "king" engraved on it.

"Wang Renze!" Monk Jueyuan clenched his five fingers fiercely, twisted the magic arrow card bar, and said word for word: "I want to kill you!"

Just when the monks were grieving, suddenly Diao Xiaosi's voice came from outside the crowd and said, "Borrow light, borrow light, which of you can help see what this thing is?"

Such an inopportune voice suddenly offended the public, and all the monks turned their heads to glare at him angrily, as if Diao Xiaosi was the murderer of Master Shanhu.

Diao Xiaosi was stunned, only to see that Master Shanhu had fallen into the arms of Monk Jueyuan and had been killed by an arrow.

He fled back to the Dharma Stone Cave just now, and he also heard the Fahua bell ringing in the Shaolin Temple like Monk Jueyuan and Bai Wufang. But Diao Xiaosi didn't know that this bell was the highest level of Shaolin Temple's convening alarm bell, and it would only ring when facing the disaster of annihilation, so he didn't take it to heart.

He ate and drank enough to erase the handwriting that had been written on the mud floor earlier, and wanted to do another deduction and calculation while his mind was clear in the morning. I accidentally stepped on a hard thing, and when I dug it up, I saw that it was a rusty iron box, and I didn't know who buried it at the mouth of the hole.

Diao Xiaosi didn't care who the original owner of the iron box was, he honestly opened it unceremoniously, and was stunned to find that it contained two yellowed scriptures.

He thought that he knew thousands of words, read dozens of poems, and could be regarded as a literary youth, but the words on the cover were twisted and twisted like earthworms, and he was stunned and didn't recognize them.

He opened one of the scriptures and flipped back and forth a few pages, still not knowing a single large word.

At this time, Diao Xiaosi heard the shouts in the Shaolin Temple to kill Zhentian, as if something had happened. He was shocked, hastily put the iron box into the belt of the dragon, and rushed over.

Although Wang Ren commanded Zheng Jun to besiege the three outer layers of the Shaolin Temple, this small problem is not difficult for Diao Xiaosi. With almost no effort, he infiltrated the hall of the Mahavira and took out the scriptures contained in the iron box as if offering treasures.

Unexpectedly, these monks not only didn't appreciate it, but also stared at them one by one, as if they were going to swallow him alive.

Diao Xiaosi hurriedly stuffed the scriptures into Master Zhicao's hand, came to Monk Jueyuan, bent down and stretched out his hand to hold Master Shanhu's vein, shook his head and said, "It's hopeless." ”

Bai Wufang said angrily: "What's the use of you talking this!"

Monk Jueyuan hurriedly said: "Senior sister, don't be rude to Master Diao! He is a friend of the abbot master. ”

Diao Xiaosi is not angry, anyway, he is used to being scolded by beautiful women, and it is not a loss to have a lot of hairs on his body.

He stood up straight and took the two severed arrows in Monk Jueyuan's hand and looked at them: "This is the magic arrow of the seventh grade, Wang Renze's?"

Monk Jueyuan nodded, and said slowly: "If you don't take revenge, you won't be a man!"

Suddenly, the abbot master and the master of Zhicao exclaimed in unison, and their voices were both surprised and happy, and even trembled a little.

The monks were stunned for a while, and they all looked at these two respected masters.

Master Zhicao came to Diao Xiaosi with three steps and two steps in his hand, and said in a trembling voice: "Childe, where did you find these two scriptures?"

Diao Xiaosi said disapprerovitically: "It's under the ground outside the Dharma Stone Cave." Niang Xipi, it is covered with a layer of soil thinner than the head of paper, will it hide something? ”

Master Zhicao and Master Abbot looked at each other, thinking to themselves, who else would dare to dig three feet outside the Dharma Stone Cave and turn over the cabinets except you, bastard?

Diao Xiaosi turned a blind eye to the angry eyes of the monks, and said nonchalantly: "By the way, what is written on this?"

The abbot gradually calmed down and replied: "This is the Sanskrit text written by the ancestor of Bodhidharma, one is called the Yijin Sutra, and the other is the Sutra of Washing the Pulp. Thanks to Childe's discovery of them, the two scriptures were brought to light again. The whole temple is grateful, please be worshiped by the old man!"

Diao Xiaosi was confused and understood that these were two old and important scriptures, and waved his hand and said: "Master is not polite, these two scriptures are considered to have returned to their original owners." Anyway, I didn't have much work, so I won't ask you for pay. Well, I'd like to stay in that Dharma Cave for a few more days, no problem, right?"

Master Zhicao smiled bitterly and said, "The fall of Shaolin Temple is imminent, what else will be the problem?" When he spoke, his eyes stared at Diao Xiaosi meaningfully, as if he was expecting something.

Diao Xiaosi knew that this middle-aged monk wanted to let himself go out to save Shaolin, but he only used a few days of accommodation in the Dharma Stone Cave in exchange, which seemed to be too cheap.

At this time, Wang Ren shouted outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall: "The time is almost up, if you don't want to die, come out and surrender!"

When Monk Jueyuan heard Wang Renze's voice, he couldn't help but be angry, grabbed the monk stick on the ground and was about to rush out.

Diao Xiaosi blinked and stopped him, "Wait, you want to avenge Master Shanhu?"

Monk Jueyuan was blessed, and bowed to Diao Xiaosi and said, "Childe, please help me!"

Bai Wufang stared at the monk Yuanyuan in bewilderment, and was quite disapproving of his gift to Diao Xiaosixing—isn't he just a thief who steals chickens and dogs, if he can defeat Wang Ren and rescue the Shaolin Temple, the sun will come out from the west.

Diao Xiaosi could see Bai Wufang's disdain expression clearly, and Hang Erlang smiled at her and said, "Shaolin Temple will be fine." Any of you would bet me that if you hold on a little longer, the savior will arrive. ”

The monks were in high spirits when they heard this, but they were skeptical of Diao Xiaosi's words.

The Heavenly Enemy of the Daxiong Treasure Hall began to count down loudly: "Ten, nine, eight, seven......"

Diao Xiaosi glanced at Master Shanhu's body, sighed and said, "I just ate your daughter's dog meat, but I didn't expect to have to repay my debt so soon." ”

He pointed at Monk Jueyuan and said, "And you...... Don't you want revenge? The others remained in the main hall, and they were not allowed to come out without opening their mouths. ”

Bai Wufang snorted angrily, "Why should I listen to you?"

Master Abbot said, "Amitabha...... Flawless, I want to do a Dharma for the good protector of the junior brother, you come with the old man. ”

Diao Xiaosi smiled proudly, made a grimace at Bai Wufang, patted Monk Jueyuan on the shoulder and said, "Little monk, your master has an order, who will go to hell if you don't go to hell in the future?" ”

Before the words fell, Bao Tianqiu's voice came into the Daxiong Treasure Hall and said, "Three, two, one!"

Wang Renze's eyes flashed with fierce light, and he was just about to order a rocket to storm the Daxiong Treasure Palace, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice in the hall saying, "Wait a minute, I surrender!"