This robe would be too long no matter who it was on, but on this person, it still seemed a little short.
He was very tall, like a ghost, and like a dead man. He was really a dead man, a dead man frozen. Not only was this dead man dressed in blue robes, but his eyes were also blue. Looking at him suddenly, his eyes seemed to be glowing like sparks of fire.
A Fei couldn't help but ask: "Who is he?"
The Buddha in his heart said: "Amitabha, I am afraid that this person is the 'Blue Demon Hand' who is crying."
Li Xunhuan answered: "The man was killed by his wife."
Xinmei shook his head and sighed: "'Green Demon Hand' Yi Cail was ranked ninth in the weapon spectrum by Bai Xiaosheng, but he...he died like this."
Li Xunhuan smiled bitterly and said, "Master, I'd better catch up quickly."
Xinmei looked shocked and said quickly: "Yes, yes, yes, we have to catch up quickly."
The three of them got back on the carriage and the carriage continued to move forward.
Li Xunhuan had already noticed that something was wrong with his eyebrows. At this moment, a look of shock was still on his face, and he couldn't help but ask: "Master said earlier that apart from Qin Zhong's death, there are other important things to do when going down the mountain. Master now Can you explain it?"
Xinmei glanced at the two of them, with a solemn expression, and said slowly: "This is the secret of our Shaolin sect, and it is of great importance, so the old monk was reluctant to mention it at first."
Li Xunhuan and A Fei didn't speak, waiting quietly for him to say something.
The eyebrows sighed softly and said: "The richness of our Shaolin scripture collection is well-known in the martial arts world. Not only do it contain many important Buddhist scriptures, but it also contains many untold secrets of the martial arts world."
Li Xunhuan looked moved and said, "Has the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion been stolen?"
Xinmei nodded helplessly and said: "Over the past hundred years, there have been countless greedy people in the world who have come to Shaolin Temple to steal scriptures, but in all these years, no one has ever succeeded."
Li Xunhuan answered: "I think someone really stole the scriptures from the Scripture Collection Pavilion."
Xinmei said: "This temple's Buddhist scriptures have been stolen not once, but seven times."
Li Xunhuan lost his voice and said, "Seven times?"
Ah Fei asked: "Are you the one who suspects stealing the scriptures, are you the plum blossom thief?"
He frowned and said, "Yes, the old monk is suspicious of the Plum Blossom Thief. He is not afraid of the jokes of the two of you. When he inquired about the benefactor Ren and his wife heading to Songshan Shaolin, the old monk really felt a little... a little guilty."
Li Xunhuan said quietly: "They are not people who steal scriptures."
Ah Fei continued: "If they want to go to the Sutra Pavilion, they may just walk in openly, or they may just fight in."
The eyebrows smiled bitterly, why didn't he know it now?
…
It was getting dark, so they found a small inn and stayed for one night.
When daybreak came, they were on the road again.
The carriage went very smoothly, and there was no bumps on the road at all. It was obvious that the driver was a good driver.
As long as he lay on Yaoyue's body, he still slept soundly. Even if he slept well at night, he could still sleep during the day.
They walked along the road for nearly three days. During these three days, although the two of them were still quarrelsome, they seemed different from usual. It seemed that they had changed a lot inadvertently.
At least Yao Yue didn't smash the carriage to pieces when she was angry.
Finally, the carriage stopped.
"Woke up!"
He got up lazily and opened the car door. The cold wind hit his face and he suddenly felt refreshed.
The coachman stood in front of the carriage, trembling and cautiously saying: "Songshan has arrived, and the carriage cannot go up the mountain. Sir, Madam, you...you can go on your own."
Yao Yue naturally knew that he was afraid of her, so she didn't say anything. After throwing him a gold leaf, she turned around and left.
The mountains were closed by ice and snow, and pilgrims disappeared.
Grabbing Yaoyue at will, he immediately unfolded his body skills.
His figure was elegant and agile, and his body lost its substance in a flash, turning into an undetectable light smoke, causing a ripple in the void.
When he was walking, he looked like he was walking leisurely, but it was as if he had shrunk into an inch. He did not rely on the power of any external objects, and every step he took was in the air, as if he were walking on flat ground.
Even Yao Yue was surprised by his Qinggong movement. Now even she doesn't know how advanced this person's martial arts is.
After just two or three breaths, the magnificent temple of Shaolin Temple was right in front of him.
Red eaves covered with snow, towering crowds, and the palaces were connected. The two people fell down and appeared in front of the Shaolin Temple.
The door was not closed, and there was a monk in gray robe and white socks sweeping snow in front of the door.
But seeing the two people suddenly appearing, the monk was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Amitabha, I dare to ask where the two donors came from."
Randomly said: "What does it have to do with you?"
The young monk was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I wonder what the donor is doing when he comes to Shaolin?"
Randomly said: "Go and ask your abbot to come see me."
Although the young monk is only about 20 years old, he has been sweeping the floor in front of the temple for several years. He has never seen anyone wanting to see their abbot as soon as they arrive.
Just when he was about to scold him, he waved his hand and made three big trees five feet away break.
The young monk almost bulged his eyes out. He glanced at the two people in front of him, then exclaimed and ran into the temple.
Ranran said with a smile: "Let's go in."
Yao Yue responded softly.
Walking into the temple, the huge Shaolin Temple seemed to be empty. There were many palaces, and they walked away from the depths of the temple.
After passing through two long roads and three main halls, when we arrived at a vast martial arts training ground, we suddenly heard a person say in a deep voice: "You two barging into my Shaolin Temple without permission, are you a little too arrogant?"
Clear voices seemed to sound from all directions at the same time.
Then amidst the shouts, Shaolin monks appeared one after another. As soon as they appeared, hundreds of warrior monks surrounded them.
"Amitabha……"
With a chant of Buddha's name, the monks stepped aside and saw four monks of a certain age and an old man of similar age walking out...
The first one was an old monk with a strange appearance, and next to him was a skinny and short old man.
"Shaolin Master Xinhu has met two benefactors."
"Heart Tree", "Heart Mirror", "Heart Lamp" "I have seen two donors!"
The skinny old man smiled and said, "Bai Xiaosheng has met Mr. Ren and Mrs. Ren."
Xinhu frowned, and suddenly asked: "Are you two Yiyue and Yaoyue?"
Xuanyue nodded and said: "Yes, I am Xuanyue, and she is Yaoyue."
Seeing the visitor nodding and acknowledging it personally, the expressions of Xinshu, Xinjian, and Xindeng immediately changed, while Bai Xiaosheng stepped back a few steps with a smile.
The abbot was confused and asked: "May I ask Donor Ren, when you came to Shaolin, did you ever meet my beloved junior brother?"
Ranyi said calmly: "I have indeed seen it."
Everyone's expressions changed again and again, and Bai Xiaosheng suddenly sighed: "It seems that Master Xinmei has been poisoned."
Xinjian shouted sharply: "Disciples, listen to the order and form the Arhat Formation."
As soon as the words came out, there was a chorus of shouts, just like the sound of the Buddha, and the monks immediately lined up in a tight formation.
Abbot Xinhu was about to stop the disciples when he heard a loud shout from behind: "Stop, stop quickly."
In the severe cold, there was a sudden sound of wind, and three figures suddenly flew past the heads of the monks in no particular order, and finally landed next to Xinhu Lake.
"Junior brother?"
The eyebrows didn't even bother to respond. First they put their hands together and saluted: "Amitabha, the two donors are polite!"
There was cold sweat all over his forehead, and his face was pale and colorless.
He shook his head and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm not here to slaughter the temple today."
When other people heard this sentence, they all showed angry expressions, but the eyebrows in my heart took a long breath and said: "I wonder what the important thing is for the donor to come to my Shaolin?"
