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At this very moment, the "six heroes of Shu" were riding under the slightly westerly heat of the afternoon sun. From the distant mountainside, a series of heavy and resounding temple bell sounds could be heard.

On the mountain path, there were more and more pedestrians as they passed by. Ye Jinfeng and the other six brothers could see that these people who were travelling back and forth, each of them busy with their own livelihood, were no more than poor citizens living in the Taibai Mountain area. However, these poor, ragged people were still staring in amazement at the six riders, who were carrying their swords at their waists. He saw the six of them: a young man in white riding a horse and waving a large fan in black and white. Another young man in white riding at the front, with four young men with wet clothes on their shoulders and their chests exposed, all of them looking relaxed and at ease.

However, although Second Young Master Ye Jinfeng thought like that, he did not reveal it on the surface.

Very quickly, the six brothers had already climbed the stairs. As they were walking, the six of them suddenly noticed that an old Taoist priest was sitting cross-legged next to the stone steps. It was unknown when but he was as thin as firewood. Next to him was a whisk, with the handle leaning against his left thigh. In front of his cross-legged legs, a few copper coins were scattered around. From the looks of it, it seemed to be something that he had obtained after begging for a long time. Looking at his green robe, it was even more tattered and messy without covering up his body at all. Looking at the situation, it would at least be three years before he washed. If they hadn't seen his pale hair that was pierced through with silver needles, the six of them wouldn't have been able to tell that he was a cultivator! Furthermore, the six of them had no way of knowing that this Daoist priest had been secretly following them for a long time! However, it seemed as if the 'Shudong Six Heroes' had completely forgotten about it. It was clear that this person was not someone to be trifled with!

At this time, the old Daoist Priest with an ashen complexion and a wrinkled face raised his head slightly, and said with reason, "Don't ask about the future when doing good deeds, but the heavens will not tolerate bad deeds when doing bad things. It was a blessing in disguise to both Yin and Yang; it was hard to escape disaster. It was a reward for good, a reward for evil. It was not that he didn't want to report, but that the time wasn't right yet. When the time came, he would immediately report it! The six warriors had done many good deeds. It was a pity that this poor Taoist had done so well. This Penniless Priest did not even have the strength to climb the mountain when he arrived here early this morning. "

"Old Taoist!" The "Flying Dragon" had already taken out a silver ingot and put it into the old Daoist man's hand. "Take this ingot and leave the mountain quickly!"

"Boundless Sky Sovereign!" Seeing this, the old Daoist hurriedly stood up and thanked the generous Young Master in front of him. Unconsciously, the old Daoist shook his head and said with tears in his eyes, "I am indebted to Young Noble for your grace! [This old man will never forget the kindness you have shown me!] This way, this Penniless Priest will no longer have to beg along the way. "

Just as the old Daoist finished speaking, a group of filthy, disheveled beggars with tattered clothes suddenly ran over from the surroundings. Amongst this group of beggars were some ten years old young beggars, some fifty to sixty years old old men, and some seventy to eighty years old women. However, what the "Eastern Six Heroes" did not expect was that among this group of beggars, there was actually one of the current "Four Great Bastard Owner s", the Western Withered Bastard Owner, Gongxi Luo. This person was a first-rate Jianghu expert who was on equal footing as the "Four Great Sect Masters" and the "Four Great Bastard Owner s." However, Gongxi Burial Day was hidden among these beggars, and had its own purpose in hiding in the martial arts world. He had long known about the arrival of the "six heroes of the east of Shu". It was just that he did not want to reveal his true body too early. This kind of character loved to be like this, to hide his true abilities, to hide his true abilities, making others turn a blind eye to him.

Less gossip. As for the group of beggars, when they saw that an esteemed guest had given the old Taoist money, they swarmed forward like a swarm of bees and surrounded Ye Jinfeng and the other brothers, kneeling on the side of the mountain path. They begged miserably, "Ah, Young Noble! You can do it! Give me something to eat! Give me some silver! "

A burst of noisy begging sounds surrounded Ye Jinfeng, Wu Tianba and the other three. All six of them were deeply moved by this, but they felt pity and pity, as well as a sense of helplessness. Thus, Ye Jinfeng shook his head and sighed, before once again taking the lead to touch his waist.

The time was not long, and the six of them had to put everything they had together before finally accumulating a large amount of silver. Thus, Wu Tianba distributed the pieces of silver to the group of beggars.

Finally, the beggars reluctantly watched the six benefactors continue up the stone steps until they could no longer be seen.

At the same time, the skinny old Daoist swung his silver whisk down the mountain rocks. In the cave, his majestic and deep singing voice floated up — — "Wuwuwu ~ ~ ~" "Wuwuwuwu" "Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu!"

"Doing good deeds is good, doing good deeds is good. Doing good deeds is happy, the rich and the noble are decided in their previous lives. Poverty is also the technique of their previous lives. It is hard for you to get round the emperor by scheming. Persuading the monarch to do good, doing good with high morals, not empty cup, the mind is not troubled. "With the moon in the sky and the song, one can only grow old carefree without worrying."

When the words "Shu, Dong, and Six Heroes" reached the mountainside, the scene once again attracted their attention. Two bald monks, one old and one young, walked out from the forest to the east. The old monk was about fifty years old, about seven feet tall, with a fat head and big ears and a big belly. From his neck hung a string of buddhist beads and in his hand was a walking stick with a dragon's head. He looked like a Maitreya Buddha! However, the young monk beside the fat monk was the complete opposite. His face was yellow and his skin was thin, and his bones were as thin as firewood. Only his head, smooth and shiny, stood out. Judging from his age, he was only 13 or 14 years old!

At this time, the big and small monk had already arrived beside Ye Jinfeng and the other six from the side. Seeing that, Ye Jinfeng cupped his hands and greeted: "Master! Are you the host of this Dragon-Descending Temple? "

"AHH!" No! No! No! "Benefactor!" The fat monk laughed and denied, "This old monk has just arrived at this place, I still do not know what kind of Dragon-Descending Temple is here!"

"What is it? Master has just arrived here? " Ye Jinfeng asked in puzzlement: "That's true, I think that as a Buddha, Master should know about this Dragon-Descending Temple, right?"

"Awesome! Excellent! "Hahaha!" The fat monk laughed and said, "This young master is good with words!" In this world, there are many famous monks. This old monk has been a monk for many years, and should be familiar with the famous monasteries and monasteries of this world. But this time, this old monk had indeed just heard of Dragon-Descending Temple from my benefactor! Actually, the old monk was a monk from far away who had roamed the four seas. Today was his first time here, so he did not understand Taibai Mountain that well. But, although this old one has just arrived at Taibai Mountain, this old one has already seen a lot of strange things happening here! "

"Oh? "Strange?!" Wu Tianba then asked, "What miracle? Can the master tell us more about it? "

"Hahaha!" The fat monk did not laugh. Excellent! I say, you brave warriors, you are truly wise! What I want to say is the story of your heroes. "

"Us?!" Everyone was confused and looked at the fat monk.

"That's right!" The fat monk continued to explain, "High above in the sky, this old monk had already seen a few brave warriors bravely fighting that giant snake in the blood rain. Its appearance, although incomparably thrilling, showed the courage and courage of several heroes. You risked your life to kill the snake, so you are worthy of respect. The old monk was full of admiration! But I wonder what your names are? "

"Disrespect!" Ye Jinfeng laughed and replied: "I believe master is also a martial arts person. To tell you the truth, the six of us brothers are the six heroes of Ba Shu Mountain Range's Shu Dong Fang! "

"Amitabha!" This old monk is not wrong, you are indeed the six heroes of Shu. " The fat monk nodded and replied, "I have heard of your name for a long time!" He had heard of it for a long time! You must be the 'Flying Dragon' Ye Jinfeng. It is rumored in the martial arts world that the six of you Heroes have joined together to create a 'Flying Plum Blossom Array' that can shake all the sects in the martial arts world. You are reputed to be invincible in the world. "

"Master! This junior deserves this title! " May I have the name of this great master? "

"Hahaha!" Excellent! Excellent! We'll talk while we walk. " As the fat monk said this, he led the group up the stairs.

While walking, the fat monk laughed and said to the crowd, "This old monk originally came from the Wuyue. Heroes, just call me Grandmaster Dharma! "

"Grandmaster Dharma!" Everyone was not surprised, and said: "You are the martial art master?"

"Hahaha!" What? You guys didn't think of it, right? "

"My apologies! "My apologies!" Ye Jinfeng stopped and bowed, then said: "I have long heard of the limitless magic of mages, and am the current ancestor of the Martial Forest.

"Exempt!" "No need for formalities!" Master Fa Sen continued to smile and say, "The Flying Dragon Ye Jinfeng is indeed handsome and elegant, with an extraordinary bearing. According to what I know, the '' Ouyang Qingfeng, '' Ouyang Qingfeng, 'Black Swallow in Sky', 'string dart sword dance' Sun Kexing, 'Whirlwind' Huang Shiying, each of them are all top class experts that are hard to come by in this world. I do not wish to meet any heroes here today, and this old one feels honored. "

"Grandmaster Dharma is too polite, we really don't deserve it!" Ye Jinfeng then replied: "It should be said, for us six brothers to be able to meet Martial Saint Wu Lin today, it is truly a blessing of three lives."

"Ai!" This old monk has long heard that the six of you are chivalrous people, capable of eliminating violence and amity, and are unique and upright figures in the wulin world. This old monk, of course, cannot be an exception! "

"How dare you! "How dare you!" Ye Jinfeng cupped his hands and bowed once again, speaking on behalf of his brothers: "Grandmaster Wu Xuan is the current Martial Saint, the six of us should respect and respect your master's great name."

"Hahaha!" The fat monk Master Fa Sen laughed at his modesty and said, "Heroes, there is no need to be so courteous! We meeting here purely because of the grace of the Buddha, there is no need for you to pay your respects to me. Sigh! "Think about the uneasiness of this world. Only the heavens are able to help you six brothers succeed."

Master Dasen's later words of lament were heard by all as if he had heard the hidden meaning behind them. Confused, Young Master Iron Fan asked anxiously: "What?" You said that the heavens are helping us to succeed?! "

"Oh!" No! "It's nothing!" Master Dashi was aware that he had misspoken, and quickly changed his words: "I meant that the heavens helped you to eliminate the calamity that had befallen Taibai Mountain, and successfully eliminated the Snake Spirit in the mountains."

When the crowd heard Grandmaster Qing Sen's explanation, although they felt that there was something strange about his words, as if he had tried to change his words to hide the truth, but because they knew he was Martial Saint, they did not nod their heads and inwardly admired the Grandmaster's wisdom and decisiveness. After a moment of silence, the group continued up the stairs.

"Oh! That's right! Master! " The young monk beside Master Fa Sen suddenly said, "Are we still not going to go to the Scripture Cliff?"

"Oh!" Master Dazhi could not help but pat the back of his head, "There's no need to go for now." Let us follow the six warriors and enter this Dragon-Descending Temple to burn some incense! "

While they were speaking, the eight of them had already arrived at a small path that led directly to the entrance of the Dragon-Descending Temple. Thus, everyone continued to chat as they walked along the small path towards the Dragon-Descending Temple.

However, "Black Swallow in Sky" Zhang Yunhai, who had been silently walking in the middle of the crowd, secretly realized: Along the way, they had not met a single person. A feeling of serenity caused him to think to himself, "This is the scorching sun, why can't I see a monk descending the mountain? …" However, this was not surprising. The Buddhist Sangha was originally a peaceful place. Furthermore, it was not even noon yet. The buddhist disciples should abide by the rules of shopping and resting in the monasteries. However, this Dragon-Descending Temple Academy, as well as the Taibai Mountain's mystical legends, had been famous for a long time. Originally, there should have been an endless stream of people coming to visit the mountain, but why didn't they meet a single tourist today? Oh! A tourist?! I almost forgot myself. Aren't we tourists? These words of 'not knowing the true face of the Lushan, only because you are inside the mountain' were indeed effective. We are in the middle of this mountain, how would we know the situation outside the mountain? "

Just as Zhang Yunhai was thinking this, he unconsciously followed everyone else up a few steps. He suddenly raised his head and saw three huge words written in gold on the temple door's forehead — — Dragon-Descending Temple. As he looked at the temple door, he could hear faint sobbing sounds coming from inside. Even though it was a scorching summer day, the mournful wails still made people feel desolate. The crowd was not surprised. They hastened their steps and rushed towards the gate of the temple. They wanted to see what was inside.

Just then, the Fourth Elder, Zhang Yunhai, who had been impatient a long time ago, suddenly stepped forward, "Dong! "BOOM!" He kicked open the temple door. Suddenly, a miserable scene appeared in front of everyone's eyes. They saw the corpses of three big monks lying in the path. Their robes were torn and torn, and their bodies were covered in bloodstains. What was even more shocking was that the throats of all three corpses had been cut open, creating three brilliant bloody holes.

"Amitabha!" Master Fa Sen immediately stooped down and said, "Isn't this the Three Arhats? How could I die here? "

"That's right!" "These are the three disciples of the eighteen arhats!" stared at the three corpses and said: "Seems like they were killed last night!"

"Aiya! Look ahead! " The little monk screamed.