The mountains were closed by ice and snow, and pilgrims disappeared.
Yu Liancheng unfolded the "Mistly Immortal Step", his figure was elegant and agile, as if he was flying in the sky, it was really incredible to the extreme.
Yamashita's girlfriend and the other three monks were also surprised. Although they knew that Yu Liancheng's martial arts was excellent, they never expected that his light skills were so good that he could be described as ethereal as an immortal.
"Don't be in a daze, take me up the mountain quickly. If the abbot and the others have a conflict with Yulian City, I'm afraid this pure Shaolin land will also bleed." Monk Xinmei said hurriedly.
"I understand, uncle."
Yu Liancheng fully deployed his body skills, and soon, the magnificent temple of Shaolin Temple was in front of him.
Outside the temple gate, a young monk was sweeping away the snow.
As soon as the monk turned around, he found an extra person behind him. He was startled and said quickly: "Amitabha, the mountain gate is closed. If the donor wants to burn incense and worship Buddha, he can wait until the beginning of spring next year."
Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "I'm not here to burn incense and worship Buddha. Please come out and see the abbot."
Although the young monk is young, as a Shaolin monk and the first pure land of Buddhism, he is quite arrogant. Just when he was about to reprimand, Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "Forget it, let you, a young monk, report it again and again." , it would be a bit troublesome, so I’d better do it myself.”
When the young monk was confused, Yu Liancheng took a breath and said loudly: "Yuliancheng worships the mountain, where is the abbot of Shaolin?"
His voice was clear and clear. Although it contained less than ten words, it was like the roar of dragons and tigers. It not only spread throughout Shaolin, but also resounded throughout the sky. The snow was also scattered around, even turning into rustling powder.
The little monk was stunned and speechless for a moment.
The melodious bell rang.
At the same time, the footsteps of Shaolin monks also came toward the temple gate.
"Amitabha, what is the importance of Tan Yue riding in Shaolin?"
With a shout of Buddha's name, a group of Shaolin monks appeared in front of Yulian City.
The leader is an old monk with a strange appearance, who is the abbot of Xinhu Lake in Shaolin Temple.
Behind Abbot Xinhu, there are four people, three of whom are usually old monks.
They are the Heart Tree, the Heart Mirror, and the Heart Lamp respectively.
These three people are all eminent monks of the Shaolin generation and the seven great Dharma protectors. They are very good in both martial arts and Buddhism.
As for the last person, he was a short and skinny old man. His eyes were bright and his nose was as big as an eagle. People completely forgot about his short stature and could only feel an indescribable authority and courage.
He is Bai Xiaosheng who is visiting Shaolin.
Yu Liancheng returned the greeting and said: "I have met all the masters in Yu Liancheng."
After confirming the identity of the visitor again, Xinhu and others' expressions changed slightly. Although Bai Xiaosheng was still smiling, his expression became a little more solemn.
Abbot Xinhu said: "May I ask Tan Yue, where is my junior brother's affection? Hasn't he returned to Shaolin with Tan Yue?"
Yu Liancheng smiled and said, "Yes, he should still be on his way up the mountain. You can see him later."
Bai Xiaosheng suddenly said: "Yulian City, I heard that you went on a killing spree in Xingyun Village and also disabled Master Xinmei's martial arts, is that true?"
Yu Liancheng glanced at him: "What does it have to do with you?"
Bai Xiaosheng's expression changed slightly and he snorted coldly.
Xinjian took a step forward and said: "Yu Liancheng, you are a notorious plum blossom thief who committed murder and ruined my senior brother's internal strength. Yet you dare to come to my Shaolin Temple. Even though our Shaolin Temple is merciful, you should always know , the World Honored Tathagata also has the appearance of an angry bright king."
Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "Oh, you have to be careful. Don't burn me with the fire of ignorant karma from the angry Ming King, and turn yourself into ashes first."
Monk Xinjian's face turned cold and he shouted: "Disciples, listen to the order and form a formation of one hundred and eight Arhats."
As soon as these words came out, the Shaolin disciples behind them stepped forward, their energy exchanged, and they formed a tight formation, about to form the legendary formation of one hundred and eight Arhats.
Abbot Xinhu frowned and glanced at Xinjian.
The seventh junior brother is not a reckless person, why is he so impulsive today.
"Senior brother, tell them to stop." At this moment, Xin Mei finally arrived late, and the three disciples who sent him up were already covered in sweat and panting.
Xinmei wanted to stop the disciples by herself, but she was just an ordinary old man after all, and her voice could not travel that far.
"Junior brother, are you okay?" Xinhu took the first step to support Xinmei, showing a worried look.
"Senior Brother, I'm fine. Please tell them to stop." Xinmei said anxiously.
He has a certain understanding of Yulian City's strength.
If this fight really ends, with Yu Liancheng's swordsmanship and lightness, he may not be able to break out of the formation, and the Shaolin Temple monks will definitely bleed and drift away. If the mountain is not closed for twenty years, they may not be able to recover.
"Okay." Abbot Xinhu waved his hand: "All disciples, please stop."
"Senior brother, but..."
"Junior brother Xiangmei knows more about this matter, let him handle it."
Monk Xinjian wanted to defend himself, but was interrupted by Abbot Xinhu.
Abbot Xinhu trusts Xinmei more than Xinjian, who is irritable for no reason.
Xin Mei walked up to Yu Liancheng and said, "Yu Tan Yue, why did you come to Shaolin this time?"
Yu Liancheng smiled and said, "Didn't I tell you before? This trip is to borrow scriptures from the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion."
"It's impossible!!" Xin Jian Leng was furious. Even the most cultivated Xin Hu frowned slightly. Although the other two Shaolin Xin generation masters didn't speak, they already showed angry faces, like angry-eyed kings.
The eyebrows also smiled bitterly and said: "Yu Tan Yue, this is absolutely impossible, why are you so stubborn?"
Yu Liancheng waved his hand indifferently: "I said, I can make a deal with you. The reason why the deal cannot be concluded is simply because the bargaining chips are not enough."
Monk Xinmei shook his head and said: "No matter what deal you want to make, I, Shaolin, will never agree to it."
"You might as well listen to my trading chips." Yu Liancheng suddenly changed the topic and said: "The Shaolin Temple's scriptures have been stolen seven times recently, but none of you have found out who stole the books. My chips The first bargaining chip is that I can tell you about the prisoner and his accomplices."
His voice came out far away, and everyone was surprised.
Xinmei and others were surprised as to why Yu Liancheng knew about this.
A group of Shaolin disciples were shocked when the heavily guarded Sutra Pavilion was stolen seven times.
Bai Xiaosheng sneered: "These seven theft incidents were really flawless. Originally I couldn't find out who the murderer was, but now I know it."
Xinjian cast his eyes on Yu Liancheng and said, "Yes, I know it now."
After the atmosphere was dull for a moment, he said in his heart: "Yu Tanyue, I didn't tell you about this. I wonder where you got the news?"
Yu Liancheng shrugged and said, "I said I have a good memory. Do you believe it?"
