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The book was short and the gossip was short. By the time Ye Jinfeng and the other two brothers arrived at the entrance of Shaolin Temple, the eastern sky had already turned bright red. It was already the morning of the 11th of May. Thus, the three brothers hurriedly climbed the stone steps and entered the temple.

At this moment, a young monk stood up from the side of the hall. When he saw the three enter, he couldn't help but rub his eyes and say, "Three benefactors! Come with me! I've been here all night. "

As they spoke, Ye Jinfeng and the other two followed the young monk towards the backyard of Shaolin Temple.

After hearing the old man's somber words, "Black Swallow in Sky" could not help but say, "The six of us are currently trying to find out what the old man did not understand. In my opinion, this is probably the work of another ambitious person who had planned to dominate Wu Lin. "

"Hegemon! It was another hegemony! Since the beginning of time, were there not many people who died because of this? When is a rest? " The old man's voice was full of grief and indignation.

"I think it's almost time!" Ye Jinfeng's words were decisive and he said confidently: "Wait until we catch this vicious martial arts scum, he shall be destroyed!"

"Awesome! If all the practitioners of the martial arts were as righteous and righteous as the six heroes of the Shu Realm, would there still exist such an innocent and bloody slaughter? " The old man spoke with some fantasies.

"Awesome! "Awesome!" The old man was moved by his words and his mood slightly improved. "This old monk believes in your abilities. I will be waiting for you! This old monk hopes that you can eliminate the traitors for Wu Lin as soon as possible! "

Just then,, who was walking at the back, could not help but say: "Eliminating evil for Martial Arts Lin is not a small matter. Please wait carefully, old sir. We must find out as soon as possible. "

"Benefactor's words are reasonable! This way, please! " While they were speaking, the old man had already brought Ye Jinfeng and the other two brothers to a meditation room that was sitting in a row facing the east.

After Ye Jinfeng heard this, he smiled and bowed: "Old Master Fang, there is no need to be courteous! Do as you please! We take care of ourselves. "

"Amitabha!" Excellent! The old monk bid his farewells! " With that, the old man led the young monk to the courtyard.

At this time, Ye Jinfeng and the other two brothers were standing at the corridor in front of the meditation room, watching the old man's back as he walked away. Their hearts couldn't help but feel a chill: The old man was already over seventy years old, and with the current situation, he had suffered such a heavy blow, but he was still able to hold on. It was easy to imagine how much energy was needed for an old man like him! If he was even the slightest bit careless, it would be difficult for him to withstand this disaster of annihilation! However, as the lord of a temple, the old man knew that no matter what had happened, he must lead the way and he must not lose his head. When facing the Shaolin Temple's predicament, he must use his clear mind to face this painful reality and must handle the internal and external accidents of the Shaolin Temple responsibly. However, many people will understand how sad it is for the elderly to be buried for the young. Dammit, if I don't die, I'll die. And I'll make the living suffer! His life was miserable! Can you imagine, how could the old man not be sad, and how could Ye Jinfeng and the others not feel waves of pity and anger?

The three of them stood in the corridor, unaware that they could no longer see the old abbot. Only now did they remember the three brothers in the room. Moreover, they should also go inside to rest, and then they would have to embark on an even longer journey! After all, because of what happened yesterday and last night, it seemed as if they'd long since forgotten about the tiredness of people and horses! The tiredness of day and night, the hurrying, the tearing and killing, the rushing, as well as the racking of spirit caused them to not be able to stay for even a single moment! Perhaps it was at this moment that they felt a trace of weariness surge through their bodies. However, luckily, they were all world-class warriors with profound foundations and martial arts skills. They all had a strong and sturdy physique. Otherwise, if it were any other person, they would have long since been tormented to the point of living a life of torment, and would have been able to roam the Eastern Glazed Glass World.

However, just as the three brothers turned to look at the still tightly shut Zen Room's wooden door, the "Flying Dragon" Ye Jinfeng suddenly felt that something was amiss. The problem lay within the house! If this was a normal day, his three brothers would have already noticed the people outside the door and would have definitely come out to welcome the three of them into the house. Why was there no movement from inside? Could it be that they were really so tired that they fell into a deep sleep? No! Even so, the three of them would not be so careless. What was going on? Ye Jinfeng suddenly had doubts in his heart, and took the lead to leave through the door.

When the three of them opened the wooden door to take a look, they found the scene inside to be really strange. This meditation room had three open wooden rooms. There were thirteen single beds along the opposite wall and three teapots and three porcelain bowls on a large table. There was not a single person in the room! Strange? Where did the three of them go? Could it be that the old man had led them in the wrong place, or something had happened to the three brothers?

Just as he was wondering, the Dragon of Soaring Dragons seemed to have discovered something. He hastily walked to a side of a meditation bed and grabbed a pile of dirty and rotten white clothes. "This is my third brother's shirt. The three of them must have left from here again! "

At this time, "Black Swallow in Sky" and "Whirlwind", the two brothers could clearly see that their big brother Ye Jinfeng was holding onto the white shirt that third brother Ouyang Qingfeng usually wore, with some blood still on it.

"That's right!" This is Ol 'Three's clothes. But what about them? " Zhang Yunhai could not help but shout.

"Maybe they went to help us!"

After Ye Jinfeng finished, he pointed below the bed and said: "Look! Our salutations are all here. "

Hearing that, Ye Jinfeng and Zhang Yunhai looked down, their belongings were indeed in good condition, it was just the three bags that the six brothers had been carrying all this time.

All the goods were here, and the problem was obvious. The three brothers would definitely return. But if the sun had just risen, where would they have gone? What was going on? The matter had to be talked about at a later date.

It turned out that late last night, the "Young Master Iron Fan" Ouyang Qingfeng had used the medicine sent by the old man to treat pain, and very quickly, the clotting of blood stopped, and his spirit was refreshed, he felt extremely refreshed. As a result, the Young Master Ouyang was filled with vitality, how could he still sleep? The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was off. The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he got! He had personally witnessed the masked assassin fall into the black hole and he himself fall into it so heavily. As one might imagine, the masked man definitely did not have a good ending. Who knows, the masked thief might have been knocked unconscious at the edge of the hole! Although Big Bro went to check, he didn't find anything near the few caves. However, what if the masked thief was just slightly injured and hiding in the depths of the cave? Wouldn't that mean he'd lost a great opportunity to catch the masked thief? No! He had to search again!

In that moment, the actions of "life-chasing knife" and "String Escort Sword" were unable to convince Ouyang Qingfeng, and were instead moved by the words of "Young Master Iron Fan". To be honest, with such a great opportunity, how could the two of them not want to capture that masked killer immediately? However, with Big Brother Jin Feng's words, they were not allowed to take the risk and attack. Furthermore, the two of them were more worried about Old Third Ouyang Qingfeng's injuries, how could he withstand the mountain path's crippling effects? However, what they never expected was that Ouyang Qingfeng's injuries would change so quickly, and they could not help but praise the miraculous medicine that the old man had delivered! Thus, the Rope's Dart Sword Martial Art had already forgotten about the aching pain in their feet. They followed Wu Tianba and the others as they quietly went over the wall to look for masked assassin. However, none of them noticed the movements of the three brothers, the monks inside the temple and the old man. They all thought that they were still resting and sleeping in exhaustion. However, how could these monks know that the three patrons had already left the Shaolin Temple in the middle of the night? How could they know that the three patrons were still on their way back?

Furthermore, the three brothers, "life-chasing knife" Wu Tianba and the other two, had returned to a flat area in front of the cave entrance on the hillside the same night. "string dart sword dance" Sun Kexing was the first to enter and take a look.

Just then, the "Young Master Iron Fan" stopped him and said, "Right now, it's inconvenient to search in the cave! The three of us will disperse and wait in the dark for a while! "

Therefore, the three brothers were at a distance away from each other. They were secretly lying on the ground at a secluded place on the edge of the flat land. In an instant, three pairs of six eyes scanned the hole where four or five crows were hiding. The moment an unknown person walked out from the hole, the three of them would leap up and grab him!

However, things did not turn out as he wished. Even though they were using the sharpness of their eagles' eyes, the sensitivity of their cats' noses, and the strange hearing of an owl, even though they were secretly showing the nimbleness of a golden monkey, they could leap several meters and fly! However, they had waited for a very long time, until the night began to dim and light up. Still, they had not seen a single person walk out of the cave! Forget about coming out of the hole, even if it was something that crawled out of the hole, they would not be able to see it.

Finally, the three brothers stopped hiding on the ground and moved towards the cave entrance. Upon entering the cave, the three of them checked the entrance one by one and finally, they 'gained nothing'! However, if they were to be polite about their actions, they had indeed obtained something. Obtaining something was not a side effect, but a "disappointment". As a result, the three of them had no choice but to return to the original route.

This was exactly what happened: One mind, one mind, one mind. The heavens and the earth were terrified of each other.

There were three people hiding in the sky. Who knew that they were just waiting for the enemy?

Returning to the main topic! At that moment, Ye Jinfeng and the other two brothers who were in the meditation room were preparing to leave. Coincidentally, Wu Tianba, Ouyang Qingfeng and Sun Kexing walked in.

"Aiya! Where did the three of you go? We are really worried for you! " Huang Shiying shouted at the three people who came in.

Just then, the three of them casually closed the wooden door, and Wu Tianba said softly: "Ah! Be quiet! Don't let the old man hear you! We went out without telling him! "

"What is it? Your injuries have all healed!? " Ye Jinfeng looked at the three of them, feeling astonished, he asked: "What did you guys go out to do?"

At this time, Ouyang Qingfeng, the "Young Master Iron Fan", sat down as he responded, "It's all thanks to old sir's miraculous medicine! My injuries have all healed! "

"Where?" Huang Shiying asked immediately.

"At the entrance of the northwest mountain!" The Young Master Iron Fan replied weakly from his seat.

Hearing that, "Black Swallow in Sky" suddenly realized, and said impatiently: "Cough! Where did I go! He had gone to check the entrance of the cave again. Stop talking! There must be nothing! Let's get some rest! "

With that, Zhang Yunhai went to sleep.

Seeing this, everyone no longer said anything. Each of them laid down on a meditation bed and slowly closed their tired eyes.

As matters stood, the six heroes of Shu finally felt a sense of relief as they travelled day and night on their journey. For the first time since they had left the Bashan Mountains and arrived at the mountains of Mount Song, they laid down in a comfortable position. From this, one could imagine just how difficult it was for the six of them to have a comfortable rest!

At this moment, the six brothers were indeed exhausted. Even if someone were to blast the gongs and drums in front of them, as long as there is no danger, I don't think the six of them are willing to get up. It was because they were too tired and too tired. Who could bear it? Although they were "iron-beaten" Wuhan, they still grew up. They were born, grew up, fell ill, grew old, died, and had the nature and "seven emotions and six desires" that no one could shake off. Of course, these six guys couldn't escape from their physical fatigue. It really was time for them to lie down. Even so, it was because of this that they were still immersed in a sweet dream, and occasionally let out deep and heavy thunders.

However, just as the six heroes of Shu fell asleep, the sun had already risen. On the west side of Mount Song, inside and outside the Palace of the Shaolin Temple, another scene was happening! And these scenes seemed to be slowly drifting into the dreamland of the "six heroes of the east of Shu".

The alarm for the entire Shaolin Temple had been ringing for a long time!

Inside the courtyard, the iron cauldron that was as tall as the two of them were slowly rising into the air while a large "sundial" was placed in front of it, measuring the position of the sun. On both sides of the stone steps outside the great hall stood monks with their hands joined together. These two rows of monks extended from the outside to the inside, all the way to the middle of the hall. It was as if they were two long dragons that stretched all the way through the front courtyard of Shaolin Temple. "However, in this one night, where did all these monks from Shaolin Temple come from?" When he first came, didn't he meet the old and young monks?

Actually, this was not strange at all. It was a natural thing for a person to do, even if they did come from a sect, they would still not be able to stop their 'seven emotions and six desires'. When it came to these two rows of monks, most of them had come out of the meditation rooms in the early morning of this day, or had been sought out from the corners. When they arrived at the Great Hall and saw the thirteen corpses of the Shaolin Temple Monks lying side by side, they were already covered in tears and ashamed! The first reason was because they felt ashamed upon seeing this valiant Thirteen disciples of Shaolin leave, and the second reason was because they were faced with the old Reverend Fang whose eyes were slightly closed standing by the east side of the buddhist table. It caused their hearts to tremble, and their faces to flush. Thinking back to yesterday's dusk, when they left the old abbot and the few other disciples with miserable appearances, then thinking back to the Thirteenth Disciples lying in a pool of blood outside the temple. Their guilt and last night's panic had caused them to wish that they could find a hole to hide in and never show their faces again, so that they could die a hundred times! But they could not do so yet; they could not leave the temple; an invisible force and responsibility led them to stand, dazed and miserable, inside and outside the great hall.

At this time, the entire Shaolin Temple was extremely quiet, from top to bottom, both inside and outside. It could even be said that "The mountains bow, the rivers moan, the sky is cold, the earth is cold, and the sun and moon are without light".

They walked slowly along the path formed by the two lines of monks. The monks lowered their heads and folded their hands. It was as if they didn't notice your arrival. At the end of this divine path, the thirteen disciples of Shaolin, who were covered in white gauze, were lying in the center of the hall in succession; the old abbot still had his eyes closed slightly, completely silent; and on the altar in the middle, the huge statue of the Buddha was always looking down with a worried expression, as if the grief before him had once again hurt his benevolent heart, which was filled with the sorrows of the mortal world.

At this moment, the old man ferociously slapped the table. Suddenly, there was a "pa" sound from inside and outside the hall. It was like a clap of thunder in the clear sky, causing people to be shocked to their ears and their souls to fly away in fear! In the blink of an eye, the two rows of monk's bodies couldn't help but tremble, and they flabbergasted as they lifted up the bright and shining bald egg. Just as they were raising their heads with their mouths agape in shock, they saw the old man's eyes were blazing with light, and his entire body was trembling with the desire to tremble. It was as if he was emitting a strong sense of righteousness, causing them to be extremely shocked. They knew in their hearts that the old abbot was angry, and angry to the point of rushing to the death! To put it more harshly, it was something that could send one into a rage! Fortunately, it was hairless and there was no crown on its head. However, a head full of sweat appeared on it, making it seem even brighter. It was as if it was in the middle of the sky!

At this moment, all of the monks present finally seemed to wake up from a dream. Under the deterrence of the angry light that shot out of the old man's eyes, they quickly and respectfully stood firm again.

However, the old man did not say anything. He closed his eyes once again before placing his left hand in front of his chest. His right hand tapped the wooden fish and started chanting a Buddhist scripture.

Thus, under the lead of the old abbot, the monks on both sides also began to chant. The general meaning of this was: Buddha is merciful, he is a universal being, please accept this pitiful Thirteenth Disciple. May they go to the West, where the Buddha appears, and restore peace and miracles to the world. The injustice they had suffered was not in vain. Even if it was in the ninth heaven, in the eighteenth level of hell, or in the ten thousand worlds, they would still inquire until the truth was revealed and their shame cleansed.