"The master's compassion makes the younger generation admire him." Qiao Huaigui praised.
Master Yuankong clasped his palms together in the sign of ten and retreated.
On the second day, Qiao Huai returned to the Chonghua Collection with Lin Donglu, Mei Huayin and Han Yunzhao in full view. However, the moment the four of them stepped into Chonghuaji, suddenly there was heavy fog at the entrance of Chonghuaji, and no one could see clearly what happened in Chonghuaji.
The four of them walked directly towards the small stone bridge.
Under the spring breeze and rain, Chonghuaji is full of vitality, with small animals running around and birds chirping in the surrounding woods. The bloody storm left years ago has long since disappeared.
When the four of them came to the small stone bridge, they saw an old monk standing there quietly, as if waiting for their arrival, followed by two young monks, one was thin and the other was very strong.
It was Master Yuankong and the waiter of the wine shop and Hu Yuan.
When the four of them came to the small stone bridge, Master Yuankong put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, four donors, I have been waiting here for a long time."
Lin Donglu was not as surprised to see Master Yuankong as Mei Huayin and Han Yunzhao. As for Qiao Huaigui, who already knew Master Yuankong's divine style last night, it was as usual. Lin Donglu walked forward, looked at Yuan Kong and the others and said, "Old monk, I said I haven't seen you in Shaolin Temple in the past few years. So you are here to save all sentient beings?"
Master Yuankong was not angry. He clasped his hands and smiled and said, "Donor Lin is really wise. He can guess the purpose of Lao Monk's coming. Why not follow Lao Monk to Shaolin to practice Buddhism?"
When Lin Donglu heard this, he sighed and said, "Good old monk, I came here to say hello with good intentions, but you want me to escape into Buddhism and convert to Buddha. What's your intention?"
When Yuan Kong heard this, he immediately said: "The opportunity has not come yet."
Lin Donglu stopped talking to Yuan Kong and walked aside, looking at the beautiful scenery of Chonghuaji and exclaiming: "Chonghuaji was much more beautiful back then than it is now, with pavilions, pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, and people coming and going. , there is no trace of fireworks, only this look of decadence, what a pity, what a pity."
After a while, Lin Donglu felt that no one was paying attention to him, so he walked to the pavilion on one side, and Han Yunzhao drank the wine he handed over. Live your days carefree and free, and be a free man in the next life."
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Yunzhao said flatteringly from behind: "Okay, good thing, Senior Lin is truly unparalleled in talent, the best in the world."
When Lin Donglu heard this, he slapped Han Yunzhao and said, "I don't even know how to flatter him, what else can I do."
On the other side, Master Qiao Huaigui and Master Yuankong were looking around and pointing and saying these things. Soon, the two people behind Yuankong flew forward and untied the mechanisms one by one according to Qiao Huaigui's arrangement.
In about half a day, all the mechanisms in the entire Chonghuaji have been dismantled. From today on, Chonghuaji is no longer a hell on earth. There is no such thing as a Chonghuaji in this world.
At noon, seven people came out together and walked out intact in the eyes of everyone. There was a look of surprise on their faces because Chonghua was concentrated. Except for Qiao Huaigui, the other six people came out intact. Han Yunzhao looked at everyone with a smile and said: "All dangers in Chonghuaji have been eliminated. If you want to go in, please go in quickly."
For a moment, the noisy environment suddenly became quiet. You looked at me, I looked at you, but no one moved. Han Yunzhao saw the suspicion in their eyes and continued: "You don't believe it?"
Seeing that no one answered, Han Yunzhao continued: "Well, if you don't believe my words, you should believe the master's words. Master Yuankong, why don't you speak."
Han Yunzhao got out of the way and invited Master Yuankong to the front. When everyone saw that it was Master Yuankong of Shaolin Temple who came forward, they all clapped their hands and saluted.
"Go, it's okay."
Master Yuankong's short sentence smoothed the waves in everyone's hearts like a needle that calms the sea. Everyone, look at me, I look at you, someone finally took the first step. In just a moment of burning incense, the man walked out intact.
He looked at the others and laughed loudly and said: "I'm out, I'm out, it's okay."
For a time, everyone rushed towards Zhonghuaji.
Chonghuaji seems to have its own story again.
Under the setting sun, the old monk Master Yuankong left the wine shop and Chonghuaji on horseback with two of his disciples and Qiao Huaigui and Meihuayin. Starting today, this wine shop will be completely closed. Later, it was transformed into an escort agency by A Niu and Zhang Wenxiang, which was called Shenwei Escort Agency, and A Niu was the first escort leader. These are things for later and will not be mentioned for now.
It was only on the third day after Qiao Huaigui and others left Zhonghuaji that A Niu brought Zhang Wenxiang to Zhonghuaji.
When they saw the closure sign hanging at the door of the wine shop, they knew that this wine shop would never exist here again. Just when the two of them stopped for a long time, Li Maoshan arrived late with a group of masters from the Sword Building Hall, and passed by Qiao Huaigui and the others.
He looked at the wine shop in front of him and the people coming and going in Chonghuaji, with some doubts on his face. After entering Chonghuaji, he looked for a random person and asked, "Why are you all okay?"
The man replied: "You don't know yet, Master Huaigui has dismantled all the institutions here. You see those people, they are the people who died here a few years ago. In fact, they are not dead, but He was saved by Master Yuankong of Shaolin Temple.”
"Are you telling the truth?" Li Maoshan asked.
"Of course it's true. I am Zhang Weiliang of Wudang Mountain. How can I lie to you?" the man replied with an unhappy look on his face. After a while, he looked at the lively and busy scene in front of him and continued: "It won't be long before this is a bustling market again."
"What about Qiao Huaigui and Lin Donglu?" Li Maoshan asked.
"I'm gone. I seem to have followed Master Yuankong to the Shaolin Temple." Zhang Weiliang replied.
"Why go to Shaolin Temple?"
"You young man, you are so nagging, how do I know what they are doing in Shaolin Temple? If you want to know, go and chase them." Zhang Weiliang said impatiently. He didn't know that the person in front of him was the current chief helmsman of Xuzhou Sword Making Hall. Hearing Zhang Weiliang's extremely impatient voice, a man behind Li Maoshan suddenly stepped forward and said, "You Taoist priest is so ignorant. This is the chief helmsman of Xuzhou Sword Making Hall." Lord Li Maoshan, please speak with some respect."
When Zhang Weiliang heard this, he immediately lost his temper and shouted: "Everyone, come and take a look. The chief helmsman of Xuzhou Sword Forging Hall is here. Come and take a look."
Zhang Weiliang knew that he was no match for them, so he mobilized the masses to fight against Li Maoshan and others. When Li Maoshan saw the people surrounding him, his expression suddenly changed and he said quickly: "Fellow knights, someone is just passing by here, and I must have offended you. Please forgive me."
Zhang Weiliang said with a smile: "Mr. Li, it's a good idea to leave."
