martial arts general

Chapter 58
Seeing Gongsun Wuji's eyes, Zhao Jiuxiao comprehended, cupped his hands and said, "Abbot Sacred Heart, Holy Monk, since we have come to your sect, we will live at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain for a few days. When the day of the competition comes, we will naturally come join."

Abbot Sacred Heart clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, this is very good. If you are allowed to live in the temple, the vegetarian food here may not be suitable for you."

He Zhengyang immediately nodded in agreement: "That's right."

He was already thinking about going down the mountain to drink.

The Holy Monk also said: "Well, please take a good rest for a few days, heroes. When the appointed day comes, you must also be prepared. After all, the Money Gang is not a kind person. Once they come to my Shaolin, anything can happen. "

Zhao Jiuxiao nodded: "I understand, thank you, the monk."

After saying that, he turned around and left here with everyone.

Not long after walking, Gongsun Wuji said in a low voice: "I just observed carefully for a while, and found that Shaolin has deployed heavy guards everywhere in the temple, especially near the Sutra Pavilion, and there are holy monks guarding it."

Zhao Jiuxiao nodded: "I see."

Gongsun Wuji smiled and said, "Hero Zhao didn't see it just now. The holy monk of Shengen has a serious face, holding a steel knife in his hand, standing there motionless, like a statue."

Sima You: "The divine monk Shengen is the head of the Discipline Academy. He abides by the Shaolin rules very much, so he will stick to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion."

Luo Wenyuan: "Just watching it day and night like this consumes a lot of energy."

Gongsun Wuji said: "It is inevitable to be loyal to your duty and consume energy. What's more, the holy monk has always been like this. Hero Luo doesn't have to look outside."

Sima You: "That's right, what about the holy monk? Can Shaoxia Gongsun see it?"

Gongsun Wuji replied: "I have seen the holy monk Shengde. He is teaching Shaolin lay disciples how to practice fingering. He is very patient. For this reason, he also specially used [Fingering Fingering]. Five fingerprints."

Xuanyuanfeng praised: "The holy monk is indeed the one who likes to help Shaolin disciples the most among the four great monks."

After saying that, everyone came to rest at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.

In the next few days, Shaoshi Mountain gradually became lively. Many people who had studied in Shaolin came to the foot of the mountain to watch the competition.

Including the original Shaolin monks and lay disciples, there are tens of thousands.

The day of competition is coming soon.

Everyone came to Mount Shaoshi one after another and entered the temple.

There are huge crowds of people inside and outside the Sutra Pavilion.

All the Shaolin disciples stood in a circle holding eyebrow-level sticks.

The leader among them is the Holy Grace Monk.

He had been standing for countless days, never resting except sleeping.

But because of his excellent martial arts, his physical strength is still there.

His appearance is very ordinary, except for the unibrow on his forehead, he is unremarkable.

The steel knife was never pulled out, it was just held in the palm of his hand.

On the other hand, the holy monk Shengde also came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

His expression is completely opposite to that of the holy monk Shengen, with kind brows and kind eyes, like a spring breeze.

This kind of kindness from the heart also made Shaolin disciples have a good impression of him.

Zhao Jiuxiao also stepped forward and saluted the two of them: "Junior Zhao Jiuxiao, pay homage to the two eminent monks."

The holy monk Shengen did not answer, but nodded slightly.

The holy monk of Shengde smiled and said: "Hero Zhao, the poor monk has heard about your heroic deeds a long time ago, I hope you will continue to work hard and continue to benefit the common people, but when meeting the masters of the evil sect, the poor monk still hopes that you will show mercy." ."

Zhao Jiuxiao smiled bitterly and said, "This junior will do his best."

Although he said this, he knew very well that he could not show mercy to the enemy. Once he encountered him, he would kill him quickly. Unless the other party could provide him with powerful help, he would be able to save his life.

Abbot Sacred Heart and Holy Monk Shengming also stood there, waiting patiently.

Zhao Jiuxiao and everyone else also saluted him.

But at this moment, a voice came: "The Lord of Money is here!"

Along with this sound, a large amount of money flew in to help the disciples.

All of them held bows and arrows, making the appearance of being ready to shoot at any time.

In addition, there are hundreds of purple-clothed swordsmen, white-clothed killers, and gray-clothed killers.

These people were led by two Hall Masters of the Money Gang.

Both of them were wearing black bunts and carrying heavy swords. They were tall and their eyes were full of complacency.

And surrounded by them, a middle-aged man with a strong figure, disheveled hair, and a brown gown fell to the ground.

There are countless copper coins inlaid on his clothes, each of which is very special, specially made by the Money Gang.

He scanned the crowd with suspicious eyes, and finally fixed on Abbot Sacred Heart: "Abbot Sacred Heart, I'm in the lower east, it's polite."

When everyone present heard the three words Dongfangjue, they couldn't help but take a step back, their faces full of hostility.

Only Sima You and Gongsun Wuji were not greatly affected.

The two looked at each other and smiled lightly.

On the other hand, Zhao Jiuxiao was secretly excited, and his blood boiled for meeting a strong enemy.

But in such a situation, he will never act rashly. After all, Dongfang Jue is very powerful. If he makes a rash move, it may be bad for him.

The abbot of the Sacred Heart also folded his hands together: "Amitabha, the leader of the Eastern Clan, the poor monk is very happy to see you."

Dongfang Jue nodded slightly, and shifted his gaze to Zhao Jiuxiao: "Hero Zhao, I have admired your name for a long time."

This sentence is very ordinary, it seems nothing special, but the tone of each word has a strong murderous look.

Zhao Jiuxiao sensed this murderous intent. Instead of being afraid, he replied, "It's a great honor for the leader of Dongfang to know you."

Dongfang Jue sneered: "Really? You and your friends have repeatedly sabotaged my plans. You really like to play around."

Zhao Jiuxiao said calmly: "I'm sorry, Dongfang Gang Leader, but I'm going to continue."

Dongfang Jue's eyes changed slightly, and his murderous aura dropped: "Very well, the leader of this sect is very curious about what you will do next."

Zhao Jiuxiao didn't know what medicine the other party was selling in his gourd, so he just fell into silence.

But Gongsun Wuji heard the clues, and said in a low voice: "Hero Zhao, he wants to use you to make profit for himself, as for how to do it, I can't guess."

Zhao Jiuxiao suddenly realized what kind of conspiracy Dongfang Jue was brewing.

But he said nothing, and fell into a calm.

Behind Dongfang Jue stood a swordsman.

This person was wearing a white gown, his whole body was clean and tidy, spotless, his appearance was even more clean and handsome, and he did not look like a master of evil ways at all.

The swordsman smiled and said, "I'm here, Liu Wuchen, and I'll pay my respects to all of you."

The holy monk said: "Liu Wuchen, you are finally here."

Liu Wuchen sneered: "Shengming Divine Monk, do you still remember the agreement we made before?"

The holy monk nodded: "The poor monk dare not forget."

Liu Wuchen: "Well, today we have the Dongfang Gang leader and the abbot of the Sacred Heart as witnesses. Let's have a good competition. If you lose, you have to follow my advice and hand over the Shaolin martial arts cheats."

The holy monk Shengming was full of confidence: "Of course."

Dongfang Jue smiled evilly and jumped back.

The abbot of the Sacred Heart also clasped his hands together and stepped aside.

Everyone stood in the distance, holding their breath as well.

Zhao Jiuxiao was even more curious, wanting to see who was more skilled.

Shengming Shenseng and Liu Wuchen stood there facing each other, secretly mobilizing their internal energy.

Liu Wuchen drew out his long sword, and said slowly: "Sheng Ming Shen Monk, accept the move!"

[Pursuing heart swordsmanship! 】Before he finished speaking, he rushed forward, and the long sword stabbed out, straight for the heart of the holy monk.

Shengming Divine Monk dodged sideways, just in time to avoid it.

But Liu Wuchen's offensive remained unabated, and he flew out with a "swoosh!", and stabbed the back of the holy monk with another sword.

The holy monk Shengming bowed his head and dodged just in time.

[Cassock Subduing Demon Art! ] While dodging, his white cassock surged with true energy, and with a backhand wave, it swept across Liu Wuchen's lower abdomen.

(End of this chapter)