The drizzle was still falling, and the puddles rippled. On the road that was only one or two miles away from Shaoshi Mountain, more than ten fast horses galloped through the rain. It was hard to say that they were rushing through the rain and anxiously rushing in the rain.

Running, on the horse's back.

Gu Mi looked up slightly, and the outline of the towering mountains was hidden behind the raindrops.

"If this happens, the six doors are dereliction of duty." He exhaled and the white mist spread out from his mouth.

Over there, the man who was walking in parallel was silent for a moment, tightening the serrated knife in his hand: "We cannot predict everything, so try our best to save some."

There was a sigh in silence.

Gu Mi shook the reins of the horse and shouted angrily: "Go"

Xi Lulu neighed, and the horse's hooves suddenly accelerated. More than ten riders rushed towards the foot of the mountain in front of them.

Dongdong

Soon after, a desolate and heavy bell sounded on the mountain.

In the drizzle, in the distance, a raging fire ignited from the Heavenly King Hall. The flames reflected the red of half of the sky, and black smoke rolled onto the clouds. Shadows in straw raincoats spread towards the Main Hall behind. The temple's alarm bell rang anxiously, and pairs of feet rushed over from the backyard.

The steps were splashing.

"There are evil thieves setting fires in the temple"

"The Heavenly King Palace is on fire"

"Stop them and guard the Main Hall!!!"

When the alarm bell rang, Shaolin disciples who rushed over after hearing the news, the monks in charge of protecting the temple suddenly rushed towards a group of Sun and Moon Gods who were trying to approach the Main Hall, while the rest of the monks who did not have many martial arts rushed to put out the fire. Even if they were killed by the firemen on the way, the monks still passed by one after another.

Dozens of monks running wildly in the rain roared, jumped up from the stone steps under their feet, and killed more than ten people from the other side. The more than ten evil monks in straw raincoats waved their Zen sticks and suddenly came up. At this moment, the strawcoat spread widened.

The iron Zen stick was smashed out and the rain curtain was forced to open.

With a simple blow, the monk who was rushing to block the game with his stick, rushed out and stopped on the ground, and the moment the iron rod head contacted.

The wooden stick burst out from the middle and exploded.

Then the Zen stick hit the other party's chest, and the monk's body flew backwards, and blood sprayed in the air from his mouth, like a fog of blood spreading in his sight. The monk holding the sword on both sides also came out of his sword the moment the figure flew out, and fought with Deng Yuanjue for a few moves. The sound of slamming and slamming sounded one after another, and then the two of them slashed down at the same time.

The figure holding the iron staff retreated half a step back, and the staff was crossed, and the two blades were cut off. The moment they blocked, they stepped forward, and the hand holding the Zen staff was holding the horizontally and then pushed forward. This was a brutal collision, knocking out the two monks in front and the monks who followed behind.

The monk's robe was flying, and the Zen stick was inserted into the floor tiles. Deng Yuanjue felt quite regretful, "Why is the Shaolin sword technique not the magic sword technique?"

"Since this master wants to see the Shaolin Demon-Subduing Sword Technique, then I offended him."

The scene of chaotic fighting suddenly came over with a word. Deng Yuanjue immediately looked over to the Main Hall. A monk who looked smaller than him stood on the stone steps in the rain, without seeing any joy and anger, and his expression was solemn and solemn.

"good!"

The iron Zen stick was lifted from the ground, and the broken bricks were turned up, and then nodded: "A certain treasure light Tathagata Deng Yuanjue" stepped out of the figure rushing toward the steps, "Learn this master's tricks!"

"Don't dare" on the stone steps, the monk's robe raised, and the sword swung out, kowtowed to the whistling iron rod. "The Lord of the Grand Priest Hall" slid along the head of the stick, and then slashed a few more times, instantly forcing the other party to take two steps, "The Dharma name Zijue."

"Come again"

The sound burst out, and with a thunderous sound, the gravel bricks were stomped on, and the fragments were forced to open. The next moment, the figure broke through the rain, and the murderous intent exploded from Deng Yuanjue's body with a surging murderous intent.

Stepping on each step, the stone bricks were crushed, and as the running figure extended, the monk Zijue on the other side naturally did not dare to be careless and made a defensive posture. At the same time, the Zen stick here waved up, and the two figures suddenly collided with one.

The moment the weapons were knocking each other, the qi rushed out from the two people with a loud bang, and the rain curtain connecting the heaven and earth was also stuck in a circle and forced to disperse. The next moment, the monk holding the knife slid several steps back and stood down.

"Zijue, you are no match for this master, please step back and put out the fire." There was no one in the distance, but the voice came first. Deng Yuanjue paused the Zen Staff to the ground and observed the surroundings.

In the field of vision, an old monk slowly came out in front of the hall gate of the Great Hall, no sorrow or joy. He put his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name to Deng Yuanjue, "My monk's first Prajna Hall, Zhitong, has seen the treasure light Tathagata. Since the master is also a Buddhist, why did he burn the Buddha statue? I don't know."

There seemed to be asked there and fell silent.

Deng Yuanjue frowned slightly, and heard the sound of his clothes flying in the air behind him. At this moment, something flew over and shot towards the old monk there.

The flying thing rolled up a gust of wind, shattering the drooping rain curtain, and the raindrops splashed open. The thin figure walking out of the palace gate moved, sweeping the faded robe, and after a few slight sounds, there were jinglings.

Several tiny steel needles fell into the accumulated water on the stone steps

Then, the red embroidered shoes stepped on the ground, and the crimson long sleeves flipped a few times, and were behind them. Xiao Ping'er smiled charmingly, her steps were slow and full of temptation.

"Deng Zuozhi, please take people to set fire. Let me come." Although I smiled, I said cold words, "Old guy, did you just use the magic robes to suppress the demons? It is a bit amazing to block the embroidery needle of the ragged cloth."

When the old monk heard the other person's words, he still had no expression on his face and was not angry. In his daily practice, he often practiced Zen as the right way. Practicing martial arts only achieves the purpose of calming his mind and calming his mind. When the sarcasm of outsiders, there will be no trouble when he practices to a certain extent.

"Don't bully the monks in the east. They first stole the Buddhist treasures and then burned the Heavenly King Hall, but they don't know how you asked me to apologize to the Buddha to release me."

Xiao Ping'er laughed out loud, then reached out and hooked, "Then I will send you to see the Buddha Lord. You can go and ask yourself to understand."

The voice paused and his toes lit up on the ground.

"Old bald donkey, do it!"
Chapter completed!