As soon as he noticed that the Shaolin monks' strength increased, Li Zhichang was not surprised or happy, and shouted softly, and exerted force with his right arm. The one on his hand made an nameless trembling in an instant. With a creaking sound, the thirty-five Shaolin monks and twenty monks broke into two pieces, and the remaining fifteen monks' long sticks all came out of their hands and inserted them into the snow one by one, which was majestic, but in the eyes of Shaolin monks, it seemed a great irony.

Li Zhichang knew that his skill was enough to break thirty-six long sticks, but he had not yet reached the state of being so pure, so the remaining fifteen long sticks were shaken away by the force he exuded.

Li Zhichang smiled and said, "Do you still want to stop me?"

When Xinhu saw Li Zhichang's magical skills, he was shocked, but he calmed down on his face and said loudly: "Master Li, go. From now on, I will not be involved in the affairs of the martial arts world for five years after the Shaolin Temple is closed down for five years."

Xinzhu, Xindun, Xinshu said anxiously: "Senior Brother, this is absolutely impossible. Even if we fight to the Pure Land today, we cannot let this guy go down the mountain safely."

Xinhu sighed and said, "We have seen the mind and understood our nature, and are obsessed with martial arts. In the past ten years, as the abbot, I have been addicted to how to promote the reputation of our temple, and have neglected to supervise the practice of Buddhism by my junior brothers and disciples. The more famous Shaolin is, the coveted by Xinpeng and Bai Xiaosheng. Even if Master Li doesn't take action this time, there will be other people coming, so why bother?"

The monks were silent and speechless.

Li Zhichang had already left while he spoke.

Xinhu still has something to say in his heart. Since Shangguan Jinhong has come out of the mountain, his Shaolin Temple has been reducing his reputation in recent years to avoid the limelight. The story of Shaolin Temple's treasure today will spread throughout the world soon. At that time, everyone will naturally look down on Shaolin. In addition, after today's end, Shangguan Jinhong will no longer be able to attack Shaolin. After all, Li Zhichang defeated Shaolin Temple's reputation for hundreds of years alone. Compared to taking Shaolin alone, Shangguan Jinhong is probably more interested in Li Zhichang, who took away the Yijin Jing of Bodhidharma. Xinhu naturally won't speak out about this kind of transfer of disasters to Jiangdong.

This is not the first time Shaolin Temple has bowed its head in hundreds of years, and this will not be the last time. But ten years later, when the new generation of Shaolin has grown up in twenty years and regained the Baidao, who would remember this past event?

Li Zhichang knew what Xinhu thought, and he also cooperated with Xinhu's idea. This is what everyone needs. Li Zhichang seeks fame, and Xinhu seeks profit. Li Zhichang's famous teacher is famous all over the world, and Xinhu's profit is to preserve Shaolin. There was no conflict at all.

Lin Xian'er was still waiting for Li Zhichang. When Li Zhichang went, the pine forest danced, and when he returned, he was raining and snowing. Under the snow forest, Lin Xian'er's brightness and charm are more and more beautiful.

Lin Xian'er had the chance to escape, but she didn't.

Li Zhichang said: "I gave you a chance to leave, why don't you leave?"

Lin Xian'er said: "Li Lang wants to hear the truth or lies?"

Li Zhichang said: "Let's tell lies first."

Lin Xian'er said: "I can't bear to leave."

Li Zhichang laughed and said, "What about the truth."

Lin Xian'er flashed bright eyes, showed her white teeth, covered her mouth and smiled, "I really can't bear to leave."

Li Zhichang smiled and said, "I don't tell the truth or tell lies, I just said a few empty words."

Lin Xian'er said: "No, I know Li Lang likes to listen to these words."

Li Zhichang said: "Since that's the case, I want you to do one thing."

Lin Xian'er said: "It turns out that Li Lang likes to be in the snow, but in fact, they also happen to like being in the snow." Her pink face was shy, and her eyebrows and eyes showed infinite charm, which was faintly visible. She wanted to refuse but welcomed her, but she couldn't stop it.

Li Zhichang said: "If you want to really want to follow me, put aside these abilities. The reason why I keep you is not because of your beauty."

Lin Xian'er said seriously: "What is Li Lang's order? I will definitely do it." She became serious again, put away all kinds of charm, and became very serious.

Most people have several different faces. When they want to change their faces, it is like an actor changing his mask, which is even easier than changing his mask.

If you change the mask too much, you will gradually forget what kind of face you are.

After wearing the mask for a long time, I never want to take it off again.

Because they have discovered that the more masks, the less losses they will suffer.

Lin Xian'er is well aware of this.

Li Zhichang, however, could be calm in response to Ren Lin Xian'er's changes. He said, "I know you have always been very rich. This time I want you to build a Taoist temple in Luoyang City."

Lin Xian'er said, "I don't know what kind of Taoist temple it is."

Li Zhichang said: "I only have four words, 'Extreme luxury'."

Lin Xian'er didn't ask why Li Zhichang did this. She knew that sometimes the less she asked, the more she knew.

After that day, Li Zhichang parted with Lin Xian'er. He turned to Zhongnan Mountain. This mountain was almost no different from what he remembered, except that there was no Chongyang Palace, the Quanzhen Sect, and the tomb of the Living Dead. Looking at the mountain, he sighed, and he turned back and on the way to Luoyang.

At noon that day, the sky was very gloomy. Li Zhichang followed the road. There was a small tea stall in front of him, which was under a big tree by the roadside. Five or six guests had already sat inside. He started the fire and boiled hot soup inside. It looked very warm. Li Zhichang had reached the state of inseparable from the cold and heat, but he didn't want to continue walking, so he went in and ordered a bowl of soup, and sat down to rest for a few days and felt a little tired.

At this time, a crisp sound came into her ears, and a crisp sound could be heard, "Boss, I'll give us two bowls of soup."

I saw a pair of grandparents and grandchildren coming in leisurely. The sky was gloomy outside, and the north wind was occasionally howling, but the grandparents and grandchildren looked relaxed, as if they were out for an outing.

Grandpa had an old face, but his eyes were clear, and his granddaughter was playful and cute, wearing a small red fur coat. Li Zhichang looked at his outfit and guessed that it was probably Sun Xiaohong's grandchildren. Li Zhichang was actually very curious about Old Man Sun's name as the No. 1 No. 1 in the world. But he did not look at the two of them carefully, but instead avoided his sight.

Sun Xiaohong smiled and said, "Grandpa heard that Shaolin Temple was chosen by one person to turn the world and even the treasures of the temple were seized by others." The voice was crisp and beautiful, like a yellow oriole coming out of the valley. There were many people on this road, and most of the guests in other seats were also people in the martial arts world. When they heard this news, they couldn't help but listen. The act of closing the mountains of Shaolin Temple has been clearly spreading, but the inside story has not spread yet. At this moment, seeing that the grandparents and grandchildren seemed to know the inside story, they were very curious.

Old Man Sun said: "This is indeed a rare event in the martial arts world in a century."

The voice is very old and everyone can hear it clearly.

The girl laughed and said, "Didn't grandpa say that Shaolin Temple is the world's largest sect, and no one dares to plunder the tiger beard?"

Old man Sun said: "It's just because this person is not a human."

The girl said, "What is that?"
Chapter completed!