Nangong Haotian felt that this was a rare opportunity. If he could listen to the discussions and resolutions of the meetings of various factions, it would be much easier to deal with the meeting the day after tomorrow.

He made up his mind and decided to go to the moyuan to have a look. After thinking about it, he raised his eyes to look at the giant pine tree in front of him. It was a little farther away than before, but he still volleyed in the air and then turned over in the clouds.

Falling lightly on the giant pine.

However, when he was about to walk vertically towards an ancient tree outside Bodhidharma Courtyard, he realized that the distance was two or three feet farther than before.

Nangong Haotian wondered if this was a deliberate arrangement by the Shaolin monks. Judging from the fact that only the top branches of the tree were left, the distance between the trees became farther and farther away, so it was very possible that the arrangement was artificial.

While he was thinking, he subconsciously lowered his head and looked down. Only then did he realize that in every dark corner, there was a Shaolin monk standing. Some were wearing kitchen knives, some were carrying iron poles, and some were holding evil shovels.

When Nangong Haotian saw this situation, he was secretly happy that he had not entered from the ground, otherwise, he would have been discovered long ago.

Now, he only had one ancient tree left to reach Bodhidharma Academy. Even though the distance was two or three feet away, he still wanted to take the risk.

However, just as he was concentrating his energy and preparing to climb up the ancient tree outside Bodhidharma Courtyard, his eyes suddenly lit up and his body trembled.

Because, just outside the main building of Bodhidharma Monastery, under the triangular eaves, a fat monk wearing a yellow robe and a crimson cassock was sitting cross-legged.

The position where the fat monk was sitting cross-legged was exactly where the front eaves of the wing room connected with the gable wall of the main room. If it hadn't been on the top of a tree in mid-air, it would have been difficult for the outside world to spot him.

The fat monk had his legs crossed and his eyes closed, and he was not carrying a weapon with his bare hands. Based on the fact that he was wearing a cassock, he was obviously a monk of some rank in the temple.

, Nangong Haotian didn't need to look, there must also be a monk sitting cross-legged under the eaves of the gable at the other end to serve as a guard.

Since there was also a vigilant monk in the room, I guessed that it was unusual for the lights in Bodhidharma Temple to be so bright.

However, having arrived at Bodhidharma Monastery, he decided to go in and take a look.

, with people in the room, the possibility of being discovered is relatively higher, but he already has a plan to fail. If he is discovered, he turns around and runs away, no one can catch him, especially the tents of each faction are outside the temple.

, everyone ran out of the tent to look around. They were everywhere, and they couldn’t figure out who had entered the temple.

Nangong Haotian made a decision and measured the distance again, this time being extra careful.

So, after the measurement was completed, he raised his energy fiercely, rose into the air, jumped several feet, and shot straight into the air.

Immediately afterwards, he performed three "turning over in the clouds", followed by a "blue dragon entering the sea", until he was above the ancient tree, and then he hurriedly stretched his fists, legs and arms, and quickly performed "Pingsha Falling Goose" and landed lightly on the trunk of the ancient tree.

Nangong Haotian settled on the branch and did not dare to exhale the turbid air in his belly immediately. He did not exhale softly until the fat monk sitting at the corner of the mountain had not moved.

He gathered his Qi and concentrated his energy, then flicked out with his fingers. At the same moment that the fat monk's body trembled slightly, he fluttered and floated down.

It may also be because of the fat monk's body. Until Nangong Haotian landed lightly beside him, only his big, smooth and round head hung forward, and his body did not fall on the floor of the room.

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Nangong Haotian did not dare to be careless and still stretched out his hand to support the monk's upper body.

Behind the fat monk is a small circular window. Fortunately, the window paper has been broken in several places, so you can peek inside without poking holes with your fingers.

Nangong Haotian looked inside, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Although it was not the meeting place for the heads of various sects half an hour later, there was an unexpected gain.

Because, he saw ninety yellow damask futons arranged in a figure-eight shape on the white carpet in the center below.

On the futon, sitting cross-legged was an old monk with white eyebrows. Sitting on the left and right were four monks, all of whom were over seventy years old.

Nangong Haotian took a look and guessed that the old monk sitting in the center was the most eminent monk in martial arts and the master of Shaolin Temple.

Master Fa Jue's face was rosy, solemn and kind, with a hint of worry in his brows, and he was looking at the other eight old monks talking.

These nine old monks, some are thin and some are fat, some are tall or short, some have ruddy complexions, some are dark and blue-white, but they all wear the same yellow robes and the same gold-woven red cassocks, but the magic formula is

The master's cassock is woven with a lot of gold, and on his chest is a green jade bracelet.

Master Fa Jue spoke slowly and unhurriedly. After Nangong Haotian concentrated his skills, he could hear clearly that he was telling the eight old monks who should run at the front to pay special attention after finishing the head meeting later.

Don't let anyone take the opportunity to sneak into the dark and cause unpleasantness with other sects.

Nangong Haotian was a little disappointed. Just when he was about to decide whether to leave, a middle-aged monk wearing crimson cassocks suddenly walked in outside the door.

The Master of Fa Jue sitting cross-legged above asked kindly: "What's the matter?"

I saw the middle-aged monk clasping his hands and bowing, and said respectfully: "I would like to inform my uncle, the master, that Zhu Zhongkun, a lay disciple from Zuibin Tower at the foot of the mountain, has something to ask for."

When Nangong Haotian heard about Zuibin Tower, he was shocked and thought to himself: Isn't Zuibin Tower the restaurant attached to the inn where they stayed?

At the moment of thinking, Master Fa Jue let out a surprised sound, and then said with a solemn hand: "Bring him in."

The middle-aged monk responded respectfully, turned around and walked out.

Nangong Haotian was worried and felt something bad. He guessed that this lay disciple might have come to report that he and Shangguan Xiaowan stayed in his shop after arriving.

I thought: Maybe it was because Zhu Zhongkun came to report that I could find out something about the attitude of the master of the art.

Before the thoughts in his mind could be settled, a middle-aged man in a gray shirt bowed and walked in.

Not far from the door, he bowed deeply, knelt down and said respectfully: "Disciple Zhu Zhongkun bows to the head master."

The Master of Fa Jue nodded kindly as a courtesy, and said with stern hands, "Stand up and speak."

The middle-aged man Zhu Zhongkun responded respectfully, kowtowed and stood up, bowed and stepped aside, bowed his head and said respectfully: "To report to the master, the master, just an hour ago, a man suddenly came upstairs to the drunken guest restaurant run by his disciple.

An old man in common clothes and a young man in common clothes..."

Master Fa Jue asked with concern: "Are they making trouble?"

The middle-aged man Zhu Zhongkun said respectfully: "Yes, that young man swung his sword and killed three disciples of Tiemen Village."

After saying this, the other eight old monks sitting on both sides let out an unexpected sound.

Master Shou frowned and said, "Were you present at that time?"

Zhu Zhongkun hurriedly said respectfully: "The disciple had received the report at the beginning of the incident, but when he ran out of the tent, the young man had killed three disciples of Tiemen Village..."

The third black-faced old monk on the left said in a deep voice: "How can you be so agile?"

Zhu Zhongkun said respectfully: "Yes, when the disciple lifted the curtain and walked out of the tent, they had just fought. By the time the disciple arrived, the three disciples of the Iron Gate Village were already lying in a pool of blood."

Another old monk with an ashen face and a long face asked in a deep voice: "According to what you said, didn't that young man kill those three people in just two or three encounters?"

Zhu Zhongkun said in a panic: "The three of them divided their attacks into two attacks, and they all faced each other..."

Before he finished speaking, the nine old monks, including Master Fa Jue, all froze in surprise.

Another old monk sitting cross-legged with his back to the gable wall speculated in surprise: "That must be Nangong Haotian."

When Nangong Haotian heard the voice, he realized that the old monk sitting with his back to him was Master Hong Shan, whom he had met once on the beach in the East Waves.

I saw that Zhu Zhongkun did not wait for Master Hong Shan to finish speaking, but he had firmly said respectfully: "The master of Qi is not Nangong Haotian..."

The black-faced old monk who had spoken just now suddenly asked in a deep voice, as if he had realized something: "The report you sent in the evening said that Nangong Haotian and his party of eleven people lived in the inn you ran. What did they do?

Something strange?"

Zhu Zhongkun hurriedly said respectfully: "Reporting to the Sixth Master, they did not make any movement, but the old servant, Gutou, stood at the entrance of the courtyard from time to time, looking around and then went in."

The old monk who was sitting cross-legged on the right side of the technique nodded slowly and said as if he had some understanding: "Well, maybe they have invited other masters to come and help, but they haven't arrived yet..."

Zhu Zhongkun hurriedly explained: "But they did not tell the disciples that when someone came, they would lead them to their courtyard."

However, the master of Fa Jue suddenly waved his hand and said calmly and kindly: "What happened to the young man in civilian clothing you just mentioned?"

Zhu Xukun said respectfully: "They killed three people in the blink of an eye, turned around and walked towards the entrance of the building, without even looking at the dumbfounded drinkers all over the building."

The black-faced old monk said angrily: "Then you should step forward and stop them."

Zhu Zhongkun hurriedly said respectfully: "The disciples could not let them go, so they stepped forward to stop them. The young man immediately asked about the origins of the disciples, and the disciples hurriedly reported that he was a disciple of the thirty-seventh generation of Shaolin Temple..."

The eight old monks sitting on both sides nodded slowly and grandly, but Zhu Zhongkun timidly said: "The old man in civilian clothes said to the disciple: You are the thirty-seventh generation disciple, and you have to call him uncle, master..."

The expressions of the nine masters of the art changed greatly, and they all froze when they exclaimed.

The old monk with a livid face first asked angrily: "What happened next?"

Zhu Zhongkun said even more anxiously: "When the disciple heard that it was my uncle, there was a bang in his head, and he was stunned. When the disciple came to his senses, they both old and young also went downstairs and walked away."

The two old monks, the black-faced and the green-faced, almost yelled angrily: "Idiots!"

Zhu Zhongkun was so frightened that he quickly bowed and said in a panic: "This disciple knows his crime, so he quickly went back to the mountain to report to his master."

But the master of Fa Jue said with relief: "It's not your fault. Maybe that young man is really our Shaolin disciple."

After saying this, the other eight old monks all let out a sigh and turned around to look at the master of magic tricks in surprise.

Master Hongshan first asked in surprise: "Senior Brother, you are saying that that young man may be Zen Master Hongguang, the uncle of our temple who went to the East China Sea to collect medicine..."

Before he finished speaking, Master Fa Jue nodded solemnly and said: "This is not impossible."

When Nangong Haotian heard that there was a Zen Master Hongguang from Shaolin Temple who had not returned from the East China Sea to collect medicine, he immediately thought of the mysterious strong man he found in the ancient cave on Sha Sanjian Island in the East China Sea with the twin cylinders knocking inside.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the dark-faced old monk say in a deep voice: "Uncle Hongguang has been missing for many years and is considered to be one hundred and fifty years old. I think the old man in common clothes is Nangong Haotian's loyal old servant Gutou. The young man is now

She is his maid."

Nangong Haotian was secretly surprised when he heard this. Although he guessed that Aunt Shan and Dongmei were causing trouble in the restaurant, he didn't expect that the black-faced old monk still suspected that it was them.

However, that Zhu Zhongkun bowed and said: "Reporting to the Sixth Master, the old man has a hunchback, but the commoner old man is an old man with a normal body. What's more, after the incident, the boy from the disciple's special store gave them a pot.

When I went to get hot tea, I found Aunt Shan and four maids in the back and hall..."

The black-faced old monk could only frown and asked in a deep voice: "Are you sure that young man in common clothes is not Nangong Haotian?"

Zhu Zhongkun said seriously and respectfully: "Reporting to the Sixth Master, Nangong Haotian is six feet tall, with a tall and graceful figure, and looks impressive and majestic..."
To be continued...