The atmosphere of winter is already very strong, but the scenery is as bright as spring, surrounded by mountains, with strange trees and forests, and strange rocks.

Mu Qingshan was used to the dense jungle scenery in Shennongjia. At this time, the breeze was sent to you, and the clouds were waving. When you walked lightly, it seemed like you had returned to the familiar jungle scenery.

I picked up the steps of the Yangyan Stone Path and saw several elegant scenes. After turning two turns, I had arrived at an empty place. Above my head, the ancient bell was leisurely and the mountains responded, and it was indeed the style of the ancient temple hidden in the deep mountains.

"Bai Qiuren likes to play the piano and roar again and again. The bright moon shines with each other. There is such exquisiteness everywhere here. In his memory, he has never been to Shaoshi Mountain. If this old man came here, I wonder if he would restrain his dream of immortality."

Although I was traveling all the way, Huo Wu Yaoyang's matter had been resolved, and Zhou Le was willing to go to Hong Kong again. The journey of chasing monsters for thousands of miles has become extremely relaxed.

The aura of aliens has disappeared on Shaoshi Mountain. Mu Qingshan has already embraced his heart to be at peace since he was here. He enjoyed the scenery along the way and walked along the way, which was so pleasant.

The main building of Shaolin Temple is permanent hospitalization, which is the place where the abbots and deacons and monks in the temple carry out Buddhist activities and live, which is what people commonly call the "Shaolin Temple".

The permanent hospital is built on the mountain. The central axis is composed of seven buildings, namely the mountain gate, the Heavenly King Hall, the Great Hall, the Sutra Hall, the Abbot's Room, the Bodhidharma Pavilion and the Thousand Buddha Hall. There are also the Sixth Patriarch's Hall, the Kinnalu Hall, the East-West Zen Hall, the Kanda Lumpur Hall, the White-Clothing Hall and other buildings, with an area of ​​more than 30,000 square meters.

Two little Shazhu stood in the Heavenly King Hall. When he saw Mu Qingshan running in, he immediately shouted: "Who is it? Don't break in. This is the Buddhist gatekeeper, and it is not open today. Pilgrims are not allowed to break in without authorization."

"Where is your host?" Mu Qingshan said straight to the point. As long as he solved the problem of something unusual, he could go to Hong Kong to meet Zhou Le. Mu Qingshan didn't want to waste time at all.

"Ah... Abbot Yunmo was preaching in the Main Hall, and his disciples were doing their homework."

Before he could finish his words, Mu Qingshan disappeared out of thin air.

"My donor, don't... make mistakes."

With a bang, the door of the Main Hall was kicked open by Mu Qingshan, and the sound of chanting scriptures inside stopped abruptly.

Most of the people sitting in the temple were already passing by the Great Hall and were surprised, but no one expected that there would be someone in the world who would dare to kick open the gate of the Great Hall. There were two people sitting at the top, and the one on the left had a good brow and a kind look, with a smug look. It was Master Qingguang's junior brother, Elder Yunmo, who was temporarily in front of him.

Another person was wearing casual clothes and dressed in an ordinary person. His three long beards fluttered, which was quite like a sacred spirit. This person was the rumor that he could see through the five elements and understand the world. When this person saw Mu Qingshan walking in, his eyes immediately lit up.

"Who is this friend? How can you break into the Main Hall?"

An elder-level old man stood up and stared at Mu Qingshan with bright eyes.

All the monks showed an angry look. Mu Qingshan rushed straight into the temple and interrupted their morning class, which was very meaningless to blaspheme the Buddha. As long as Mu Qingshan couldn't give a reasonable reason, he would probably have to accept the fate of being beaten up in seconds.

Mu Qingshan's unscrupulous kick undoubtedly damaged Shao Shishan's face. If it was spread, everyone would be blind.

Although monks have few desires and few pleasures, most of them are very proud of their face.

Mu Qingshan had already decided, and with hundreds of murderous eyes, he said calmly: "My masters, I have absolutely no intention of offending. I have been following a monster for three days and three nights. His breath disappeared here. It is your responsibility to eliminate demons and guards. Who is your host?"

"Nonsense, how could there be monsters running into here?"

The elder just now started to drink sternly, and some calm monks began to look at Mu Qingshan. Seeing that he was in a hurry, he didn't seem to be lying. Besides, he was facing a crisis and his face did not change. Many people present thought they could not do it.

Yunmo and Jin Xiaofeng looked at each other and suddenly spoke, "I am the host here, I don't know what the donor in power is called."

The old man with a hot temper just now heard the abbot's words, glared at Mu Qingshan, and automatically stood back to his original position.

Mu Qingshan looked flat and said calmly: "Can I borrow a step to speak? I have something to discuss with the abbot."

Mu Qingshan had already made up his mind that his relationship with Master Qingguang would simply solve it at one time.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Jin Xiaofeng's voice turned cold in vain, and he said in a cold voice: "If I was not wrong, you should be the demon Mu Qingshan, right?"

This sentence caused a strong gust of wind.

"Is he Mu Qingtong?"

"Master Jin, is he a monster? Mu Qingshan is a monster? Are you sure?"

Yun Mo's face was solemn, his brows frowned sharply, looked at Mu Qingshan carefully, and then looked at Jin Xiaofeng, who nodded heavily.

This nod was like a final statement. What is Jin Xiaofeng's identity? Three years ago, when Yang Linxuan passed by the Shaoshi Mountains, he saw through this alien identity at a glance, which led to Yang Linxuan hiding for three years and hiding in the entertainment industry that was full of money.

There were many figures flashing, and I don’t know how many people blocked Mu Qingshan’s retreat. According to such a formation, I’m afraid even a fly could not fly out, not to mention that there were two unfathomable master figures in front of me.

Mu Qingshan's heart immediately sank.

With a trembling wrist, there was something else in Mu Qingshan's palm, which was so dark that it was inconspicuous.

Orangewood thorns.

Since this person is Mu Qingshan, then his hands are naturally filled with dragon and elderberry thorns.

"Be careful, this monster has a supreme weapon in his hand."

With a huh, there was a clearing space around Muqingshan, and no one wanted to

The first one became the target of attack from the elderberry thorn.

Hundreds of eyes were staring at the stick in Mu Qingshan's hand, each with different expressions.

Mu Qingshan raised the dragon bone thorn with his fingers, looked at Jin Xiaofeng outside the wall, and seemed to smile casually: "If I was not wrong, you should be the famous Master Jin Xiaofeng. I heard from others that if a person is called a master, he will pretend to understand something he doesn't understand. I wonder if Master Jin Xiao has such a habit?"

Jin Xiaofeng's face did not flush and snorted coldly: "You have the aura of Yang Linxuan on your body, which is an unknown alien object. If you are not my race, your heart will be different. Naturally, everyone will have to slaughter it. Few people can talk about it here."

If Mu Qingshan is a monster, it is indeed a monster to confuse the public.

"What a masculine true energy, how can it have an evil aura?"

Master Yunmo frowned slightly, but he didn't say this.

Mu Qingshan's eyes surpassed everyone, stared at Jin Xiaofeng, and said coldly: "The monster you mentioned, Yang Linxuan, is injured under this stick. I wonder if this master can dodge my elderberry thorn. I believe that the master's ability has not surpassed Yang Linxuan."

Jin Xiaofeng's face suddenly changed, and he subconsciously took a step back, then felt that it was inappropriate, and walked forward and said, "Before the monk in the young room, there is probably no place for you to behave violently, right?"

The breeze was cool, and everyone took another step closer.

Mu Qingshan's figure was slightly measured, and the dragon elder and wood thorn was waiting for his action. Mu Ran, a sudden shout came from the direction of the Heavenly King Palace.

"Don't move rashly."

Mu Qingshan turned around and the person who spoke was Abbot Yunmo.

Mu Qingshan's eyes were as cold as the snow peaks. After the old camel monster died, he had never hated someone so much. He had obviously never met him, but he even appointed himself as a monster for a moment.

"Hmph! Since you are a monster, even if you don't harm others now, there will always be one in the future. Maybe you don't even know how to pretend. I will kill you today, and it will be a way for heaven."

Jin Xiaofeng bowed to Abbot Yunmo and said aloud: "Please give orders to get rid of this monster. If he goes down to Shaoshi Mountain and the mutation will be successful in the future, I am afraid there will be no one in the world who will cure him."

Yun Mo naturally understood Jin Xiaofeng's identity, and his hand-shaped bald head couldn't help but hesitate.

A white-bearded elder walked up and bowed to Yunmo and said, "Abbot Yun, Mr. Mu Qingshan has a special identity. We cannot take his life with just one sentence. I suggest putting him under house arrest first, and spreading Master Jin Xiaofeng's conclusion first, so that friends on the right path can speak."

According to his meaning, it seemed that Mu Qingshan had turned around like a cargo, without any freedom.

Yunmo nodded and said seriously: "My donor, can you stay in Shaoshi Mountain for a while first? Shaoshi Mountain will definitely receive you as a guest."

Mu Qingshan was secretly funny. Only Shao Shishan could describe the excuse of house arrest so well. Hey! Are you a fool? Stay there? If I want to run away, no one can keep me.

The monks seemed to realize Mu Qingshan's intentions and immediately defended all the retreat paths.

Mu Qingshan's thoughts were ignited, and he had already thought of the way to escape. He was about to laugh loudly to attract the other party's attention when suddenly, a small sound came over like a needle.

"Mu Donor, I am Abbot Yunmo. On behalf of Shaoshishan and even the people of the world, I beg you to stay first, let's discuss something."

Mu Qingshan looks exactly like a different person, but there are huge waves in his heart. What a joke? Shaoshishan's abbot actually begged to stay?

His eyes flew over Master Yunmo, and the latter showed a pleading look. Mu Qingshan thought and his eyes flew over the most powerful old man. Sure enough, these seemed to have no hostility. Instead, Master Jin Xiaofeng was smiling proudly, looking gloating.

Forget it, just use Shaoshishan’s reputation, and what other people in the world can bet on it once.

Mu Qingshan put away the dragon bone and smiled and said, "Since it is a way of treating guests, I believe in Shaoshishan's sincerity."

A little Shaer took Mu Qingshan to the pick-up room of Xichan Room and immediately left in a hurry, as if he was running for his life.

Mu Qingshan stood up, and the windows in the Zen room were as bright as a mirror. If they were neither mirror nor platform, how could they fall into dust?

Could something really happen to Shaomuyama?

Close your eyes slightly, and the cool power in your body was emitted as if it were essence. There were many flowers and plants in Shaoshi Mountain, and Mu Qingshan's mind immediately merged into the green world.

This artistic conception is very wonderful. One sand and one world, one leaf can tell the autumn, and the wood and green mountains are very careful to maintain a certain balance with the surrounding world, and then look for the aura of alienity.

Breathing, whispering, footsteps, and many sounds were in a mess. Mu Qingshan directly swept over the screen. There were at least thirty powerful auras in Shaoshi Mountain. The powerful aura in the east was a little strange. Mu Qingshan's heart thumped. With a click, a subtle sound seemed to sound in the room.

Mu Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes and looked around. The room was as calm as before, without any strange changes.

"Is it an illusion?"

Mu Qingshan slowly closed his eyes, and suddenly, with a buzz, another slight sound came from his heart.

Mu Qingshan could hear it clearly this time and suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes flashed like the cold light of the blade, and he swept the ground suddenly. He saw that the wooden board on the ground actually bulged and arched.

The dragon elder thorn silently arrived in Mu Qingshan's hands.

"What's out."

The tongue of Mu Qingshan was filled with spring thunder, and he shouted suddenly. Suddenly, a free sound floated into his ears, as light as thin threads.

Mu Qingshan was stunned and then calm down. The sound of the door being kicked open in his ears was already heard.

"Mr. Mu, what happened?"

The twelve monks guarding outside seemed to have entered at the same time, squeezed the Zen room into half of the space.

The murderous aura rolled up like boiling water.

Mu Qingshan's sensitivity is hundreds of times stronger than that of ordinary people. He only feels that his hair is standing upside down. With a whip of brushing, the sweat immediately flows down. It seems that it is not a good thing to be too sensitive to murderous aura!
To be continued...