.The fastest update is the stream is watery. When the morning light pours down, the water is rippling and clear, winding eastward. Occasionally, a blood-red color floats across the water surface, which is very light. The wooden bridge on the stream squeaks and a series of steps stomping, and the crowds pass by towards the town in front.

One of the two towns located at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain is no longer as quiet as usual. On the roads outside the town, residents in the streets in the town are mostly afraid to stay outside. There are many more people in the martial arts world gathering here than usual. Most people don’t understand what happened. When it dawns, people who get up early at home will see people with blood being carried to the clinic in the town one by one, and they are panicked.

In just one morning, the whole town was in a state of terror.

Shortly afterwards, the small vendors who had to go out to make a living in groups of three or three saw a group of monks walking into the town. The masters of the past were solemn and vaguely angry, just like the statue of the angrily vaguely they had seen in the temple.

In one of the largest courtyards in the town, when the servants who welcomed the gate saw more than a dozen monks walking over, they hurriedly stepped forward to welcome them into the courtyard. "My masters, my master and several heroes in the world are waiting."

"Donor, be polite, I will go there." The old monk holding a Zen stick responded politely and strode towards the living room.

The owner of this house is Zhao Wenbing, the northern rivers and lakes. He has some power in this area. He is all in one pen. At this time, he is sitting at the first position and drinking tea and talking to a person on the right. The man is younger than the other party, but he is a big beard, about thirty years old, sitting there like a small hill, with only a little leather armor on his upper body, and a majestic big knife can be hooked with one hand.

The old monk who came in recognized this person as the golden tiger Hao Laiman who pounced on the ground, was a lone man, but an executioner with evil deeds. When he was determined to kill, he would be innocent under the knife.

"The first Master Zhixin in the Dharma Academy is here!" When a person on the left couldn't get in, he saw the figure walking in the hall and quickly got up and bowed.

The old monk put down his Zen stick and folded his hands at several bigwigs present: "I have seen you all."

The figure who came to the left of his sight had a thin face, and his hands clasped his fists were as strong as the eagle's claws. He knew it was the person from the Feiying Sect and nodded humbly.

The other seven or eight people sitting on both sides may not often walk in the world, nor do they know their names, but if they can sit here, they must have some real martial arts.

"Master, please sit down!" Zhao Wenbing stood up and folded his fists, and ordered his servant: "Show tea to the first Shaolin Damo Academy!"

On the right side, Hao Laiman, a burly man, snorted coldly and turned his head aside, as if he had suffered a loss in the other party's hands, and he was displeased on his face.

The old monk Zhixin sat down on the wooden chair nearby without caring, waiting for the tea cup to be placed on the table, and closed his hands again to look at the middle-aged scholar in the first place: "Do you dare to ask Mr. Zhao, Li Wenshu and the other three of you here?"

Zhao Wenbing asked casually: "The three of them have already gone to encircle the Demon Sect members first. Brother Hao and I are studying the next countermeasures. Why does Master Zhixin value Young Master Li so much?"

On the seat, the old monk ceremonial ceremonies, smiled humbly, and his voice passed by.

"This son is full of passion, but I admire him. He had a grudge against the family and could fight against the Jurchens with his enemies. He was a hero with a clear distinction between grudges, so he asked many times, don't care."

As the two talked, most of the rest of the Jianghu people nodded at the actions shown by the Shaolin monk. Although they were all children of Jianghu and were not particular about the details, the other party's tone and attitude gave enough face, so they were naturally very satisfied with the old monk. After all, everyone came here, one for the death of Master Zhikong before, and the other for the stolen body of Bodhidharma. Everyone has their own interests at the moment. After all, they can repair any injured spiritual objects, and everyone also has their own thoughts in their hearts. As a result, they naturally do not want unpleasant things to happen.

The hall then began to discuss the arrangement of how to encircle the Sun and Moon God Sect. Suddenly, panicked footsteps came from the courtyard. Basically, there were martial arts in the audience. The subtle movements were hard to escape their ears. The person who broke in outside the door was a servant of Zhao Wenbing's family. He was interrupted during the discussion. As the master, the face of the face was naturally a little unhappy, "What's the matter so trembling?"

The servant who came in had a bitter face. Seeing these tycoons looking at him unhappily, he trembled and said what he had discovered.

"When the young man cleaned the yard, he found that the house of Jin Daxia and his wife was open for a long time. Later, when the young man turned around, he was still open. He looked over suspiciously and found.... He found... that Gongsun... that eldest lady... she died in the house."

"What?"

"…The little one dared not lie, it's true..." The servant was so scared that he knelt on the ground when he saw his master's face change. "And... King Jin was gone, only saw the silk mask he had worn discarded on the table..."

Zhao Wenbing suddenly browed, "You have seen it with your own eyes, are you sure?"

"I don't dare to lie in front of all the heroes."

The old monk next to him closed his eyes and opened it, and said softly: "Donor Zhao might as well send someone to take a look. This little donor should have no reason to deceive him."

"Yes!" The figure on the head nodded and whispered, and then a confidant beside him subconsciously took the person out of the hall and quietly headed towards the backyard.

What happened suddenly cooled down the enthusiasm of the original discussion. After the servants left, everyone looked at each other in the hall with gloomy expressions. Seeing that the Feiying Gate was a little cold, the corner of his mouth curled up and planned to speak and guide him, "As far as Liao knew, Jin Duyi and his wife were originally working under the command of the Dongchang, but later they defected again for some reason, but recently they ran to Brother Zhao's mansion..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure on the head slowly stood up. Zhao Wenbing patted the handrail and laughed dryly, "Brother Liao doesn't know that this Jin Duyi is doing things under the Dongchang eunuch, but he can't stand the other party's evil style. He even took some evidence of the East Factory to surrender to the right prime minister of the current dynasty, but he was also beaten and destroyed by the East Factory eunuch. A few days ago, when the son died today, the right prime minister was also deposed. Those evidences were probably searched by the East Factory's lackeys..."

In his words, it was obvious that most people in the world did not have much respect for the court. He took two steps and explained to everyone present: "….. The Right Prime Minister's Mansion destroyed the clan. He escaped with the Grandma Gongsun and hid everywhere. Fortunately, he met Zhao and found that he had great martial arts skills and hated the eunuchs in the East Factory to the core. Last night, his wife secretly revealed a piece of news to me."

"What is it?" Below, almost everyone was attracted by his words.

Zhao Wenbing smiled first, then became angry and his fist was pinched in the air. "It turned out that the court wanted to have a good relationship with the Jurchens before the New Year, but the envoys were robbed halfway. The eunuchs in the East Factory were provoking them, and finally the Jurchens went south to the Wu Dynasty."

“………These hawks….”

"When I saw them resisting the Jin Dynasty, I thought they were a group of men..."

"…So many people died, it turns out they were the ones who were making trouble."

Most of the halls were fierce and fierce people. When they heard these words, they were filled with righteous indignation and shouted that they would kill the woman from the Sun and Moon God Sect and then kill the admiral of the East Factory. At the shouting, Hao Laiman, who was sitting there, sneered at the sound of such a cry, "A group of mobs, who are calling fiercely. If you really want to do it, it is rebellion!"

As soon as he said that everyone felt as if they were pinched to their throats and couldn't speak...

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After noon, most of them stayed in Zhao Mansion for a meal, but only Shaolin Temple and his group said goodbye and left.

After leaving the yard for a while, a few meters away from an inn, a figure stumbled out and ran into the alley at the entrance of the Damo Academy. After saying a few words of apologies, the other party lowered his head and left hurriedly.

"Amitabha" the old monk shouted the Buddha's name at his left back and went into the inn.

In the sleeves of the wide monk's robe, a piece of paper was pinched into his palm.

Not far away, the stall opposite the inn was diagonally opposite the vendor, and his eyes were staring at the monks entering the inn intentionally or unintentionally. Soon after, a carrier pigeon flew away from the town.

Drawing the trajectory in the scorching sunlight, flying towards the official road from west to east, and on the way toward a team of people coming here.
Chapter completed!