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Everyone raised their heads to look. Only now did they realize that fifteen big monks were lying on the stone path directly in front of the courtyard. Beside them, knives, guns, sticks, steel whips and shovels were scattered all over the ground. From the looks of it, they had all been killed here after a battle.

At this point in time, everyone was slowly walking among the dead. They saw that the monks had different appearances: some were lying on their backs with their eyes wide open, some were lying on their backs with their bodies split in two, while others were sitting on their backs and dying miserably at the foot of the censer. Looking forward, he saw the three corpses of three monks lying on the steps leading up and down the Grand Hall. The surroundings of the corpse had been dyed blood-red for a long time now, and blood flowed in all directions. So far, the black death list had increased by another 18, for a total of 27 + 18 = 45!

Furthermore, at this time, Master Danzhi, Ye Jinfeng and the rest had raised their heads and watched for a long time. Because these five people had been hoisted three zhang into the air, the knots of the five ropes were even more chaotic; it was impossible to find them. If he were to use his blade to cut the rope, he would probably injure the five monks. For a time, the crowd anxiously turned left and right, wringing their sweaty hands. They didn't know how they could safely rescue them. Helpless, everyone looked up at the pillar once again, searching for a way to save him.

At this time, everyone had already placed the five monks, whose bodies were completely numb, onto the cushions and helped them untie the ropes on their hands and feet.

As for the 'Flying Dragon' Ye Jinfeng, who was suspended in mid air, seeing that he had succeeded in saving the man, he kept his sword and spread open his arms. His body was as light as a leaf, as he floated down, without any signs of life.

Just then, Master Danzhi, who was standing by the side, revealed a smile and nodded at Ye Jinfeng: "Hero Ye is indeed powerful! This old monk is impressed! "

"It's too deep! "It's more important to save them. Let's see how they are doing." As Ye Jinfeng said that, he turned and walked over to the teary face of the old man. Before Ye Jinfeng and the rest could speak, the old man said with a choked throat: "Lot …. Thank you. "Benefactor, please save me!" "But …"

Before the old man could finish speaking, he pointed at the outside of the hall, in unspeakable pain. Obviously, the old man was grieving over his disciple's tragic death. As for the four monks on both sides, they seemed to have just regained their senses. Seeing the sorrowful look on the old man's face, they did not hold their heads and cry beside the old man. In an instant, the five monks burst into tears again.

When the crowd saw this, the pain in their hearts suppressed. How could this tragic scene cause her to fall silent? The only thing he could do was to allow the sadness in his heart to dissipate.

Finally, Grandmaster Dashi lowered his head and said, "Old Master Fang! Be merciful! We are deeply saddened by what has happened to your monastery. But why was that? Who killed them? Who will hang you on a beam? "

Only now did the old man stop his grief when he saw a fat monk had come to ask him questions. He used a veil to wipe the tears on his face and said in a trembling and hoarse voice, "Sigh! Sin, sin! It was unknown when this disaster had arrived. Just last night, the five of us were meditating with our eyes closed. But who would have thought that disaster would descend from the heavens! A few ropes suddenly flew towards us, and before we knew what was happening, we were suspended from the beams. Then we heard the sound of fighting in the yard. Not long after, there was no sound at all. It was not until dawn today that we discovered that all eighteen of the Arhat had been killed! It was simply inhumane! Our temple has never had any enmity with others, so why did we meet with such a calamity? "

With that, the old man began to sob incessantly.

At this time, Ye Jinfeng could not help but step forward and ask, "Old Reverend! Have you seen clearly who the killer is? "

Hearing this question, the old man used a veil to cover his tears and replied, "I vaguely saw three black figures. You can't see your face clearly! "

"Three black shadows!" When everyone heard this, their minds were shaken. Their minds were quickly hallucinating the figures of the three shadows.

However, right at this moment, the sound of a clanging bell suddenly came from within the courtyard. Everyone didn't look outside the hall in the distance, and within the heavy ringing of the bell, they once again saw the miserable deaths of the eighteen Arhats. This cold, solemn, and heavy bell, although deafening, washing the heart, but it gradually disappeared into a lifeless atmosphere.

"Old Sir Fang!" "Who is striking the bell?" Ye Jinfeng's mind flashed, and he suddenly asked.

"Sigh!" "That's old monk Hui Ming!" The old man sighed and said, "But he has been blind for a long time. All he knew was that he would sit in the clock tower day after day and strike the clock on time. There was nothing else he could do. The bell coming out from this temple is the only thing Hui Ming can do for Dragon-Descending Temple! "

"Oh!" Everyone nodded as they heard the old man's explanation.

At this time, Master Fa Sen broke the temporary silence and asked, "Old Master Fang! Did you hear what the three black figures said when you met with this calamity? "

Hearing this, the old man pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head and said, "I didn't hear what they said! As we were hoisted up, we only saw two masked men in black flying out of the hall into the courtyard. And then there was a clatter and a clatter, and nothing else. "

"I heard a masked man shout!" A young monk beside him stopped crying and quickly told everyone else.

"What did you hear?" Master Dashi bent over and asked the young monk.

Therefore, the young monk continued to pour out his words to the crowd, "I heard a masked man say to the other two, 'You two go back! I'll take care of all this myself! "In the future, don't come back on another ship." After he said this, the other two masked men replied, "Take care, Young Master!" We'll go as well. " After which, there was the sound of a chaotic mess of chopping and killing, and no other sounds could be heard! "

"Oh!" This means that a single person actually killed eighteen arhats in one night! " Grandmaster Fa Sen's exclamation shocked everyone present! One could imagine how powerful an assassin was!

Suddenly, Master Fa Sen cried out, "Aiya! Not good! "All six of you, go to the Shaolin Temple at Mount Song. The monks there are in danger."

"What is it? Shaolin Temple is in danger! " Ye Jinfeng was shocked: "How did master know?"

At this time, Master Fa Sen anxiously shouted, "Don't delay any longer! This was someone who had come to murder him. They had killed eighteen Arhat Descending Dragon, and very soon, they would have to secretly kill Thirteen Swords of Shaolin. The six of you must hurry to Shaolin and rescue him. "

"Since that's the case! Thank you for your guidance, Master Dashi! We'll meet again in the future. "

"Flying Dragon …" After Ye Jinfeng finished speaking, he led his five brothers and bid farewell to Master Dharma Master and the old man. With infinite doubts and anger that could pierce through the bones of an enemy, as well as the zeal of a man who wanted to save Wu Lin, she rushed towards the Shaolin Temple in the distant Henan Province.

"Time is life; time is victory; time is the world." The six heroes of the east of Shu were already in hot pursuit of him. However, would the distant journey give them enough time and space to rescue the lives that would soon be lost?

As for the Magic Enlightenment Grandmaster in the Great Hall of the Dragon-Descending Temple, he and the six young monks looked at the tragedy that was happening in the temple and did not sigh, "Sigh! There was no Amitabha in the South! As of today, the Jianghu Martial Forest was in a state of internal strife, Old Na did not know the true cause of it. However, this old monk had long heard that there were some unnamed assassins that came to destroy our Central Plains Martial Arts Forest, killing all the righteous martial artists. As you can see, these eighteen disciples were killed by that unknown assassin. So, the old monk suddenly had a premonition, within these few days, the Demon Claw of unknown killers will definitely extend to us buddhist disciples one by one. As a Master Wu Lin, how can I sit idly by and do nothing? It was a pity that the old monk and the 'six heroes of the east' had come a step too late and were unable to save the eighteen disciples. I hope the 'six heroes of Shu' can make it to Shaolin in time, lest our buddhist disciples get burnt again! "

At this time, the red-robed Elder Reverend Fang looked as if he had awoken from a dream. He rushed out of the hall and rushed to the side of the monks who had died tragically under the stairs. He held his head and cried bitterly. At the same time, the monks that came with Min Hou couldn't help but crouch around the old man as they hugged his corpse and howled in pain. In a short moment, the Dragon-Descending Temple was once again filled with the miserable woes of ghosts and gods. However, no matter how much they shouted, they would never wake up this tragic and lost buddhist disciple. Sobbing, lamenting, unable to redeem what was lost. But that was all they could do.

At this moment, Grandmaster Dashi was standing in the hallway of the great hall, staring at the five monks who were crying. He then looked at the eighteen disciples in the courtyard. His heart was filled with grief and hatred, which then turned into anger. Angry, Master Fa Sen fiercely stabbed the Dragon-Headed Cane into the stone steps. Immediately, the walking stick cut into the stone and stood upright on the stone steps. Suddenly, he faced the sky and shouted, "Heavens!" What sin have we, the Buddhist Sangha, committed? "If this old monk doesn't hate you, I'll have my head smeared across the ground!"

After a long while, the old man slowly stopped crying and mumbled, "Disciples! Quick, clean up the corpses of our senior brothers! "Since they have gone back to heaven and have never returned, what is the use of crying all the time?"

"That's right!" The old man's words are reasonable! " It was unknown where these words came from, but they seemed vigorous and forceful, causing the entire temple to immediately fall into a deathly silence.

Thus, the crowd quickly looked over and saw an old monk in his eighties walking out from a stone cliff in the northwest corner of the courtyard. It was as if an old mountain god had quietly walked out. However, everyone could clearly see that this old monk's eyes were already blind and there were eight Arhat Dots on her skull. His wrinkled face still could not conceal the tinge of sorrow that appeared on it.

Seeing the old monk that had just walked out, everyone present understood that he was the monk that the old man had mentioned, Monk Hui Ming.

At this moment, the crowd watched as he slowly walked down the stairs, but their hearts were already filled with doubts. They were very surprised by this blind old monk's actions. It was as if this old monk wasn't blind at all. His walking speed was as if he was walking on flat ground and he wasn't the slightest bit off. Not to mention, what shocked them the most was that the old monk never asked about monasteries in the past. How could he say something so clear today, and yet so steadily walk from the clock tower to the courtyard?

At this time, Monk Hui Ming walked in front of everyone and said sincerely, "Lang Lang Qiankun, where is the Azure Sky? The world was dangerous and the wars were chaotic. The Buddhist Sangha was no longer peaceful! Under the heavens, how many were there? Fang Shen died, Fang Shen died. Sigh! Let the eighteen disciples go! To a Western Pure Land free from war, massacre, and sinister and deceitful! "

To put it another way, when Master Jin heard the old monk Hui Ming's words, he was extremely displeased in his heart. He thought to himself, "Why isn't this blind old monk feeling any pity? To actually say such boring words. Could it be that the 18 Arhats died in vain?" Impossible! The good and evil came to an end, the eighteen Arhats gave themselves to the Buddhist Sangha and cultivated in peace. Their martial arts were exquisite and they were the elites of the Buddhist Sangha. However, the current calamity is not a separate matter. The 18 Dragon-Subduing Dragons have all been killed by strong people, this is the greatest loss to us Buddha! How could the heaven and earth allow these eighteen Buddhist disciples to be trampled over so heartlessly? What were they guilty of? "One day, I will make the perpetrator pay with his blood!"

Just as Master Dashi was thinking this, he heard the old monk say to the blind old monk: "Old mage Hui Ming! Our eighteen disciples have died a miserable death! "

At this time, Monk Hui Ming took a step forward and said, "Yes! I had already noticed this. I originally thought that with the martial arts of the Eighteen Arhats, who in the world could resist it? What's more, they were working together? As the saying goes, 'The good will not come, but the bad will be.' I think this killer must have superhuman abilities. We can't beat him! "

Hearing that, Master Fa Sen was extremely furious, and he suddenly stepped forward and said, "Amitabha! You truly are worthy of being called Elder Hui Ming! You are actually as cowardly as a mouse, afraid of death! Why do you belittle yourself and increase the arrogance of evil people? "

"Oh! "Hahaha!" Monk Hui Ming laughed and said, "If I'm not wrong, you are now a Martial Master."

After Master Dharma heard this, he was startled, and thought to himself, "How does he know my Dharma name? Who told him? This was impossible! I just arrived here today, how did he know so quickly? Furthermore, he is blind. How could he know me so well? "

The old monk Hui Ming continued to say: "This old monk has personally experienced the passing away of several ministers, and I have always loved to bump into that large iron bell. To be able to live until now can be considered to be the fortune of heaven. For so many years, the old monk had been living in darkness, unwilling to ask about worldly matters. In the blink of an eye, dozens of years have passed. It seems like it's time for me to step out and take a walk. "

"Awesome! "Awesome!" The old abbot immediately said: "Magician Hui Ming!" You have the highest status in the temple, who doesn't respect you in the temple? If something happens, we need to ask for your advice! "

"Sigh!" There's no need to say that. " Hui Ming waved his hand and said: "It's better if you quickly order people to properly bury the corpses of the eighteen disciples!"

"Yes!" Elder Hui Ming! This old monk will go now. " After the old man had finished speaking, he led the few monks by his side and began to clean up the corpses of the eighteen disciples.

At this time, old monk Hui Ming turned to Master Fa Sen and said, "I know Master Fa Shen has the name of the Martial Saint Ancestor. You often have a walking stick with a dragon's head in your hand, right?"

"Martial Ancestor, this old monk cannot afford it! "But …"

Master Fa Sen was halfway through his sentence, but he couldn't get the Monk Hui Ming out of his words. He continued, "But you want to say that you no longer have a walking stick in your hand, and you inserted it into the stone steps, don't you?"

When old monk Hui Ming's words came out, Master Fa Sen was stunned. In his extreme terror, Master Dashi began to secretly respect this blind old monk. He had always thought that this blind old monk was ignorant of the affairs of the world. He only knew that one day they would bump into each other, and that there was nothing special about it. However, from the looks of it, this blind old monk was not someone to be underestimated. It wasn't just because this blind old monk had said something that he couldn't see, but also because every single word he had just said showed that he had great inner force skills. Especially when he said the words' hand ',' no ',' staff 'and' inserted ', when coming out of the blind old monk's mouth, it was like a mixture of strength and softness. In particular, they were like a powerful shock wave that shook Grandmaster Dazhi's eardrums. Eventually, they turned into a powerful current that rushed into his heart and mind. Fortunately, Master Dharma deep's skill was not shallow. Although he didn't prepare in advance, he still relied on his normal Qi to withstand this Wise Master's probing of inner force. However, deep down, Grandmaster Dashi knew that the blind monk's internal energy was only sixty percent of his power.