…

In the end, Zuo Lengchan left me alone and both sides suffered losses.

One win and two draws, the righteous side wins.

And for several fights, those evil heretics who came to Shaolin along the tunnel.

He has also arrived in Shaolin, or within Shaolin.

Through the mysterious influence of the soul-moving method, he felt it as soon as the Six Immortals of Peach Valley entered Shaolin.

These people had never seen such prosperous Shaolin costumes before, and they were dazzled.

But I also remembered Ren Woxing's instructions and began to secretly check the scriptures. It would be best if I could find the Yi Jin Jing.

Yue Buqun knew that it was only a matter of time before these scoundrels were discovered because they were reckless, not to mention there were so many of them.

The opportunity cannot be missed, and it will never come back again. It controls the Six Immortals of Peach Valley to go towards the Sutra Pavilion, and also guides everyone to go there.

Along the way, we were in a deserted place and there were many people and we took the opportunity to knock over the oil lamp.

Along the way, not far away, a raging fire has attracted attention.

"It's on fire——"

"It's on fire - put out the fire quickly!"

The Shaolin disciples shouted, and when the others saw this, they dispersed in a hurry. The Six Immortals of Peach Valley took advantage of the chaos in the Shaolin Temple and headed towards the Sutra Pavilion, which is the foundation of Shaolin for thousands of years.

After starting a fire, a raging fire was discovered, and the six people were killed by the furious Shaolin hidden master without any resistance.

Daxiong Hall

When Fang Zheng saw this and heard the sound, he hurried towards the courtyard. Seeing the raging fire in the Sutra Pavilion, there was no image of an eminent monk anymore.

Pfft...

The energy and blood reversed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

His face was full of murderous intent, his expression was ferocious, and he shouted angrily: "Shaolin monks, listen to the order, put out the fire quickly..."

Who is it? Who is it?

I, Shaolin, will never let you go and destroy you! Ah... Puff, cough cough...

I, Fangzheng, am ashamed of my Shaolin ancestors, ah..."

At the end of the story, the usually majestic and solemn generation of eminent monks actually shed two tears of blood.

Shaolin's secrets also came out at this moment. Together with Fang Zheng, five peerless masters, fifteen top masters, super first-class masters, and more first-class masters. In an instant, they all gathered around Fang Zheng, and their powerful momentum directly intimidated the entire audience.

This was the first time Ren Woxing had seen such a situation, and he knew he was really in trouble.

Taking advantage of the great sadness of the Shaolin monks, they quietly left in the chaos.

"Uncle Zhuang Yun, what on earth is going on?"

Facing Fang Zheng's inquiry, an old man looked full of sorrow and said, "Amitabha!

Abbot, it’s all the old monks who have neglected their duties... I am ashamed of the Shaolin sages.

Those evil heretics in the world suddenly appeared in Shaolin for some unknown reason. These rabble-rousers started setting fire to the place.

Although we have killed them all, the fire cannot be extinguished in an instant."

Fang Zheng: "Evil heretics? Do you want me to do whatever I want?"

He turned around and lost sight of it, "Haha, it must be Ren Woxing's fault. Isn't he gathering the heretics in the world? Haha, he wants to take advantage of the chaos and fish in troubled waters to get the Yi Jin Jing!

It’s a pity, it’s a pity, it’s all my fault for attaching too much importance to the Yi Jin Jing, which is why Shaolin is in such difficulty today!”

"Abbott, now our Songshan Shaolin heritage has been destroyed in one fell swoop. I really feel ashamed of my ancestors.

Lao Na and others are really shameless to see their ancestors under the clouds.

Pfft..."

This old man was already on his deathbed, but he died immediately after receiving this blow.

"Master Zhuang Yang..."

Not only this old monk named Zhuang Yang, but other peerless masters and many top masters are basically in the dying stage. As a Shaolin heritage, he has been in retreat in an attempt to break through to a higher realm and increase his lifespan. Now that he has been hit by this, he suddenly feels angry.

It was not smooth, the qi and blood reversed, and many people died as a result of being unable to swallow a single breath.

All of a sudden, only Fangzheng was left among the peerless masters, and most of the top masters died.

Seeing this, Fang Zheng seemed to have aged twenty years in an instant.

"Hey, my condolences, Master, this..."

Yue Buqun looked like he didn't know how to comfort him, and so did everyone else. Maybe it was just the nuns from Hengshan who were really sincere.

Zuo Lengchan didn't know how he was laughing in his heart. As for Taishan and Hengshan, they were also happy to see such a situation.

Even if Shaolin does not close the mountain this time, the feud with the Demon Cult will still be serious.

It seems that they are still sanctimonious, showing compassion for the common people in the world, but their voices are never heard when the demonic sect is raging.

"Alas, everyone, please forgive me for my poor hospitality. Please do as you please.

It is all my fault that I am ashamed of Shaolin. From today on, I and the Sun and Moon Sect will fight to the death!

As for Songshan Shaolin, the mountain will be closed for a hundred years, and the same is true for the ancestral teachings. When the period of sealing the mountain expires, we will not be in conflict with the demonic sect."

Looking at the murderous Fang Zheng, Yue Buqun secretly mourned for Ren Woxing.

"Master, I am very sorry that Shaolin has suffered such a thousand-year calamity. I don't know how to comfort Master.

Because I have encountered this situation in Huashan, Yue understands the master's mood best.

However, if Songshan Shaolin is rebuilt in the future, if anyone needs help, I, Huashan, will be obliged to do so!"

"Amitabha, I, Hengshan, are the same!"

"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, my condolences, Master. If there is someone in Shaolin who needs help, I, Wudang, will naturally not refuse."

"I am Mount Hengshan, Mount Song, Mount Tai..."

Fang Zheng looked sad: "Amitabha, thank you all the donors!

If necessary in the future, Shaolin will trouble you all, and I hope you will not refuse.

Donors, please do as you please, I am now..."

Zuo Lengchan: "Master, my condolences, I will leave first!"

Following Zuo Lengchan's departure, Yue Buqun and others left one after another.

After descending from Shaoshi Mountain, we headed towards Luoyang.

Wen Ruoruo: "Master, Shaolin is so miserable this time!"

Yue Buqun: "Yeah, it's too miserable! That guy has his own way, the anger of the Shaolin Temple is enough for him."

Seeing the sympathetic looks of several people, Yue Buqun thought to himself, children, you are still too naive. Just these bald donkeys do a lot of dirty things secretly. Why should you sympathize?

I think so, but on the surface I look very sympathetic.

Ning Zhong was the only one who remained silent along the way. She recalled her senior brother's analysis of the cause of the Huashan Sword Qi Fight.

I also remember the revenge that my senior brother once said, and later he often went down the mountain to lay out plans. He went down the mountain and let me be born...

She couldn't help but think about all kinds of coincidences, but nothing connected.

My senior brother also deliberately took Linghu Chong away, no... why did he take Chong'er away? Did he not want him to get involved?

But what do those evil heretics in the world have to do with my senior brother?

Alas, the more I think about her, the more confused and confusing she becomes.

In fact, his senior brother has always been with him in Shaolin. Is it possible that he could still foresee those evil heretics burning Shaolin?

The guess was just a guess, and she would never dare to say it.
Chapter completed!