Chapter 419 Shaolin 13
"Is this over?" Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, and a large group of players in black have disappeared in the night for a long time. The crowd at the gate of Shaolin Temple, but there is still no movement at all. They are all standing quietly in place, as if waiting for a new emergency - there is no way, what happened tonight. It's really too much, almost making people have inertia!
"When, when, when..." The sound of the third update came from afar, breaking the strange atmosphere of the scene. The fire in Shaolin Temple has been basically extinguished now. The smoke in the air has also dissipated a lot. It is no longer choking, but it is like a soft mist. Under the dim yellow lanterns and torches, it creates a sense of illusion and real hazyness...
"It's only three times? This is really a long night dream..." Luo Yuchen suddenly stretched out and sighed. Qiao Feng, Xuan Ku and others nodded involuntarily, and suddenly there was an unreal feeling like falling into a dream...
"Well, it can finally come to an end!" The sweeping monk also sighed gently. Suddenly, he raised his hand and a breeze brushed. Murong Bo, Murong Fu and Jiu Mozhi shook at the same time. The internal force of his body was suddenly sealed tightly, and there was nothing more to call.
Then, the sweeping monk turned his head and said to Xuanci, "Abbot, these people will be handed over to you. The old man is going back to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion... Well, by the way, there is another important person, Xiao Yuanshan, the benefactor, why don't you show up?"
"Xiao Yuanshan?!" For those present, more or less heard of the name, and Murong Bo, Xuanci abbot and Qiao Feng, three closely related people, their faces changed dramatically, and they looked back and forth between the sweeping monk and the surrounding darkness. However, in the darkness around, there is no movement at all. There are several places where you can hide your body, and there is nothing wrong.
"Xiao Yuanshan benefactor, for the past 30 years, you have hidden your deeds and hidden in the darkness. You have never dared to show your true face. What is it for? Don't you just want to take revenge? But now, the behind-the-scenes planners of that incident and the leading leaders are here. Why don't you show up?
"Old monk, what are you talking about? Is the behind-the-scenes of that incident also here? Before the words fell, the light in front of everyone flashed, and suddenly there was a black scarf in a black robe, wrapping himself tightly, and the tall man in black with only two eyes exposed!
It's you! Are you Xiao Yuanshan? Murong Bo suddenly opened his eyes wide and exclaimed. And Xiao Yuanshan, who had just appeared, was also shocked all over, with a strange light in his eyes: "Is that you?"
"Alas, you two, you two have been neighbors in Shaolin Temple for decades, and there are many cases of inadvertently meeting or fighting for the same martial arts secret book, but they have never figured out each other's identity, and they don't know that they are enemies who have been pursuing for many years. This is really God's will!"
The sweeping monk sighed gently, although some doubts were relieved, which made people no longer hurt by the inexplicable dialogue between Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan. However, at the same time, he revealed too much new information in his few short words. Except for Luo Yuchen, everyone present was shaken by this rich information and couldn't stop themselves...
"What, these two people have been hiding in my temple for decades? How is this possible?"
"Have they also fought with each other for the martial arts secrets in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion? Why didn't we notice it at all?"
"Well, this benefactor Xiao Yuanshan seems to be the biological father of Xiao Feng's benefactor, right? But, hasn't he died a long time ago, how..."
A Shaolin monk, and even old monks such as Xuanku and Xuannan, were whispering. However, the two parties looked at each other and kept silent - Murong Bo was shocked because the biggest secret in his life was suddenly revealed, and he couldn't react for a while; while Xiao Yuanshan, It was because the big enemy of "I miss you so much" suddenly appeared in front of me, and I suddenly felt like a dream for a moment. I couldn't believe it...
"Is it you? It turned out to be you who ruined my family and separated my wife and children? Finally, Xiao Yuanshan came to his senses. After a changed tone of scolding, he rushed up with red eyes and rushed straight to Murong Bo! However, at this time, the sweeping monk suddenly raised his hand and pointed again. Xiao Yuanshan's footsteps stopped and suddenly lost his ability to act! Seeing this, Qiao Feng's face changed. He subconsciously flashed and held Xiao Yuanshan, which did not make him lose his balance and fell to the ground. Then he turned his head and looked at the sweeping monk with some vigilance.
"Master Qiao, don't misunderstand. The old monk just wants your father to calm down. After an hour, his learning will naturally be solved!" It can be seen that for Qiao Feng, the sweeping monk still has a lot of different eyes. After explaining for the first time, he said to the Xuanci abbot and said lightly, "The abbot is also involved in this matter. Today, you three father and son are so easy to get together, so just take this opportunity to break all the grudges and all the cause and effect!"
"Yes!" The abbot Xuanci's face changed slightly, and he nodded respectfully and agreed: "Brother Xuanku, take the national master to rest. Brother Xuannan, please preside over the aftermath. Lao Nang has something to deal with... Brother Murong, the benefactor, and Xu Zhu, come with me. Let's go to Lao Nang's room to have a deep talk..."
"Three pairs of father and son?" Although no one said it, the style of the sweeping monk just showed still made the Shaolin monk present beat the drums in their hearts. Now, the abbot Xuanci specially called Xuzhu, which made people's hearts tremble slightly and thought: "It seems that the disaster and turmoil of my Shaolin are not over yet..."
Murong Bo and his son, Xiao Yuanshan and his son all went with the abbot Xuanci, and Jiu Mozhi was directly taken to the temple by Master Xuanku. In tonight's event, only Luo Yuchen was an outsider among the participants. However, there was no need to worry that no one would greet him. In fact, when the sweeping monk turned around and left, although he did not open his invitation, Luo Yuchen also followed with great interest. Although Xuan Ku and others saw such a situation, no one dared to stop him.
Therefore, after a big circle, Luo Yuchen followed the Shaolin Temple, and even the largest boss in the whole world of Tianlong. Behind the sweeping monk, he returned to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion in the back mountain. However, from beginning to end, the sweeping monk did not mean to greet him. After entering the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, he just glanced at him gently, and then began to sort out the scriptures by himself.
is not like the special effects pictures taken in TV and movies. With a wave, the books that fell on the ground in a mess will automatically fly up and return to the bookshelf by themselves and arrange them neatly. Although the sweeping monk may indeed be able to do the above things easily, at this moment, he does not mean to show off so much. On the contrary, he is like an old man who can't do any martial arts at this time. He bends over and over again, and looks up again and again. From the beginning to end, he has not used any martial arts.
After standing aside and looking at it for a while, Luo Yuchen consciously stepped forward to help. The sweeping monk looked up slightly and glanced at him. There was nothing to say, so he let Luo Yuchen join the ranks of sorting out books. If he doesn't speak, Luo Yuchen will naturally have nothing to say, so the rustling sound of reading books has become the only source of sound in this large Tibetan scripture pavilion...
Unconsciously, a night passed like this. After being awakened by the announcement from the outside, Luo Yuchen found that the sky was already bright: "Senior, Xuanci, Xuannan and other juniors are looking for a meeting..."
"Alas..." The sweeping monk who had been silent for half a night suddenly sighed, looked at Luo Yuchen with a strange look, and shook his head inexplicably. Then he straightened up and suddenly waved his sleeves. The scene that Luo Yuchen had longed for before finally appeared - he saw the remaining hundreds of thousands of classics. They provoked one after another, and the swallows returned to the bookshelf, and more than half of the rest of the workload was completed in just a few breaths! Then, the sweeping monk turned around and responded to the people outside the door, "Masters, please come in!"
With a "squeak", the door opened. In the golden light of the morning sun, a group of Shaolin monks who acted together last night entered, and no one else had changed. Only Xuanci abbot was alone. At this time, he no longer wore the abbot's special clothes, but changed into a thick cloth monk's clothes. Just glanced at him gently, and the sweeping monk said lightly, "Master Xuanci, have you decided?"
"Yes, senior, the old man mistakenly believed the bandits and made a big mistake. Later, he broke the ring and gave birth to children, which really greatly stained Shaolin's reputation. The old monk asked himself, and Wu Yan was no longer abbot of Shaolin's ancient temple. Now he has officially resigned from the position of abbot of Shaolin. Please ask for your permission!" Abbot Xuanci's face was calm, his voice was low, and his mouth was clear. Obviously, his mood is very stable, and he has made up his mind.
As the saying goes, if you are not in his position, you will not seek his government. However, since the old monk is in the meeting, it is okay to be a witness for the masters!" The sweeping monk nodded, and Xuan Nan, Xuan Ku and others were relieved. Xuanci turned his head again, faced Xuannan, and said, "Xuannan's first seat, the little monk has broken the precepts many times, which is a disgrace to Shaolin's reputation. Please punish him. Please deal with it fairly and make a fair decision..."