Chapter 435 Jianghu Chaos 1
Long Jinhuan asked Huo Jianyong to escort Sixiang back to Beijing, and then rushed back to C to make peace with them. And Long Jinhuan and others rushed to Cdu first. Now the land of C capital is the headquarters of the Magic Gate.
In Cdu, Long Jinhuan saw the right guardian and two elders who were seriously injured. These three hometowns were seriously injured, especially the two elders. The meridians of their whole body were broken. If Long Jinhuan came a little later, they were likely to be in danger. And fortunately, he has a lot of life-saving elixirs. Otherwise, with the strength of his martial arts god, even if he can save these two old guys, it will be difficult to keep their martial arts. ( Modify that the previous ten elders were the three elders)
Long Jinhuan spent half a thousand years of ginseng for the three old guys, and personally used Zhenyuan to connect the meridians for them. After a toss, the three old guys will not only recover from their wounds in the future, but also improve their martial arts, which can be said to be a blessing in disguise.
Looking at Long Jinhuan so hard to save the three old people, Yang Xinyue naturally knew that it was all because Long Jinhuan cared about her, so Yang Xinyue was moved and took the initiative to offer several hot kisses.
The two most seriously injured elders are still in a coma. Only the right guardian is awake. Long Jinhuan naturally has to quickly ask about their specific experience.
"The Holy Lord does not hesitate to save us at the internal strength of the elixir. We are useless and ashamed of the great kindness to the Holy Lord." The right guard lay in **. He used to be withered and skinny, but now he is seriously injured and pale, which is really no different from a devil.
Although this old guy looks like a scary ghost, after all, it is Long Jinhuan's subordinate. Long Jinhuan still wants to say a few heart-warming words, "Don't blame yourself. You can escape from the devil's hands. It's a great contribution to let me detect the devil's whereabouts in advance. Don't worry about your wounds, and I will definitely avenge you.
The old man said gratefully, "Thank you, we will follow the Lord to the death."
This old man, even if I have no kindness to you, you must be loyal to me. Do you think life and death is a joke? But if you can be loyal to me with all your heart, it is not unfair to lose money. Long Jinhuan thought so in his heart.
"Right guard, Xin'er has told me the general situation before. I don't know if you can notice what the devil wants to do? Long Jin asked happily.
"It's useless. We don't see the specific conspiracy of the devil. However, when the devil forced us to turn to him again at that time, he once said that we would die with the Holy Lord sooner or later. Even if he did not destroy you, someone would destroy you and the whole holy door sooner or later. The right guard returns to the road.
"Why does this bastard have such a big tone? Is it possible for him to rely on a bigger backer? Long Jinhuan said to himself doubtfully.
"Happy, the three grandfathers are fine. Let's rush to Zhongyuan Province as soon as possible. Maybe there are more clues there to help us solve our happy doubts." Yang Xinyue proposed.
"Ye-huh." Long Jinhuan nodded, and then said to the right guardian with concern, "Right guardian, you can rest assured here. I will avenge you."
"Send the Lord." The old man said respectfully.
After treating the three old men, it took them more than ten hours, and then rushed to Zhengxin City, Zhongyuan Province, where the Momen Zhongyuan Province branch is located, because it is very close to the Shaolin Temple.
It's just that when they arrived at Zhengxin City, Long Jinhuan felt that the whole city was shrouded in a horrible atmosphere. Many people in the streets and alleys are talking about Shaolin Temple.
What Long Jinhuan heard most was that Shaolin Temple had suffered another thousand-year catastrophe. The whole Shaolin Temple was almost burned to ashes, and many monks were killed and injured. D Feng City and Zhengxin City, and even the hospitals in the provincial capital of Zhongzhou City, received a large number of injured monks.
Long Jinhuan rushed to Zhengxin City in the evening. Looking at Songshan in the west of Shaolin Temple, they could faintly see a fire. According to the locals, it was a wildfire caused by the burning of Shaolin Temple, which has not been completely extinguished so far.
The experience of Shaolin Temple, Long Jinhuan and they are naturally associated with the devil. Therefore, before the group arrived at the magic gate, they drove to Shaolin Temple to find out.
A few kilometers of Shaolin Temple were under martial law. Fortunately, Long Jinhuan and they were all CSA agents. As soon as their identities were bright, they were naturally put in.
Songshan Shaolin, this thousand-year-old temple, how glorious it used to be, how prosperous the incense was, but now it has been burned so much left.
It's just that what makes Long Jinhuan and others strange is that the whole building of Shaolin Temple has been burned to ashes, but only the Daxiong Hall is still intact.
"Amitabha Buddha, several benefactors, our Shaolin Temple has been burned down and no longer receives tourists. I hope all the benefactors can do it for convenience. Let's go down the mountain. An old monk in a patchy and worn-out jacket, holding a broom in his hand, suddenly appeared behind Long Jinhuan and others.
Long was so happy that the monk could come behind him quietly, and he was unaware of it. Long Jinhuan observed for a moment, and the old monk could not see that he could do martial arts at all. But since he can quietly approach him, there must be something unique.
The Bull took a step forward, showed his ID, and then said, "Old monk, we are all agents. We are here to help you investigate the case in Shaolin Temple."
"In that case, please take a few benefactors." With that, the old monk was about to retreat.
"Master, wait a minute. I have a few questions to ask you." Long Jinhuan suddenly stopped the old monk.
"The poor monk is just a sweeping monk. He doesn't know anything. You'd better ask the abbots." The old monk said that he would continue to leave.
Man Niu said very dissatisfiedly, "You old monk are so rude. My instructor and I came to help you, but you didn't receive us well. If we can find the abbot, we won't ask you.
As the bull said, the old monk still kept walking and said, "The abbots are in the back of the mountain. Go and look for them."
Man Niu was dissatisfied that the old monk didn't know how to treat guests so much. He caught up with him in a few steps, and then reached out to hold the old monk's shoulder. At this time, the old monk turned around in the blink of an eye and patted the bull's big hand directly with his broom. Under the pain of the barbarian cow, he was very annoyed and slapped the old monk.
"The Shaolin Prajna Palm." After the old monk finished speaking, he nodded his broom head and went straight to the fierce palm of the bull.
Man Niu was the old monk's opponent, and he was shot out at once. If it hadn't been for his golden bell shield, he would have been injured this time.
"Golden Bell Mask, is the donor my Shaolin disciple?" The old monk asked.
"Grandma, you son of a bitch, I don't learn from you bald donkeys." The bull was thrown down and a dog ate shit. He stood up and cursed.
"Master, we don't mean any harm. We just want to know the situation. Why do you hurt people? This is not the behavior that a Taoist monk should do. Long Jinhuan naturally wants to protect his men.
The old monk said slowly, "The poor monk is just a sweeping monk, not a Taoist monk."
"Damn, young master, I hate people who pretend to be deep. Let me teach you the trick." Long Jinhuan was not impatient. He said kindly that the old bald donkey still pretended for him. It was strange that Long Jinhuan was not annoyed. Long Jinhuan still makes Shaolin Prajna's palms like a barbarian.
Only then did the old monk see that Long Jinhuan was also a master and did not dare to neglect it. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and pronounced a Buddha's name, and then a Buddhist machin flew out of his mouth, and Jin Guangdasheng's ma's machin and Long Jinhuan's palm.
"Bang!" The stale was smashed and turned into thousands of streamer emitted into the air. Long Jin stood there happily, but the old monk retreated more than a dozen steps before stopping.
"Amitabha, the benefactor's handsome kung fu." The old monk admired.
"Concession! Are we qualified to ask you about Shaolin now? Long Jin asked happily.
"A few benefactors, please follow me." The old monk honestly led Long Jinhuan and others into the Daxiong Treasure Hall.
As soon as Long Jinhuan entered the hall, they were attracted by the sixteen huge words of blood on the wall of the hall.
The Holy Lord comes to the world, and the world will serve the world. If it is against God's will, destroy the whole house!
Seeing these sixteen typings, Long Jinhuan and they have confirmed that the catastrophe of Shaolin Temple was caused by the shrinking turtle demon.
"The devil will appear again, and the whole martial arts will fall into a bloody storm again. Amitabha, it's really a sin. The old monk said with a kind heart.
"Master, how do you know that this is the so-called magic door?" Long Jinhuan asked deliberately.
"The poor monk still recognizes the vicious evil skill of blood magic. This martial arts is the unique martial arts of the demon of the devil." The old monk said.
Long Jinhuan nodded as if he thought so, and then looked at the blood words on the wall. He didn't know what he was thinking.