"Okay, then let's wait here for Qin Shang." Chi Zhongtian said firmly.

Hundreds of people were hiding behind some piles of rocks and mountain cols. It was very cold in this place. People with strong martial arts skills didn't think it was a big deal, but some people with average martial arts skills already felt the cold.

Chi Zhongtian seemed to have thought of this, and stood up and said to Bei Lingxuan: "Lingxuan, have you brought any clothes?"

Bei Lingxuan was stunned for a moment, then pointed to the side and said, "You didn't bring extra clothes, what's wrong?"

"I'm afraid that everyone will be cold." Chi Zhongtian replied.

"That's right. Otherwise, I'll ask my people to take off all their outer clothes."

"How can that be done!"

"It's okay, we are all used to living in Kunlun Mountain." Bei Lingxuan said carelessly.

"No, no, this is inappropriate."

"Nothing inappropriate."

After Bei Lingxuan finished speaking, she walked over without waiting for Chi Zhongtian's answer and told Xue Long and the others to take off their outer cotton robes and give them to those in Mingye Villa.

There were much fewer people coming to Snow Eagle Palace this time than to Mingye Villa, so the cotton robes were not enough. However, after many people received the cotton robes, they used one for two or three people. Everyone lay down together and put the cotton robes on their bodies.

, can also keep warm.

At this time, the personal qualities of the disciples of these sects are reflected. No matter how bad the environment is, they must persevere.

After waiting like this for two or three hours, the genius in the pool heard a faint sound of footsteps coming from the front.

"The owner of the village!"

"Qin Shang."

It was Qin Shang who came.

"How's it going? Have you found the way?" Chi Zhongtian asked impatiently.

Qin Shang nodded and said: "I found it, not far ahead. There is a road leading all the way up, but it is difficult to walk, and there are guards halfway up the mountain. I didn't see clearly who it was, but I heard the accent

It should have been taught by Fu Yu. I waited there for a while, but before the man came down the mountain, I was afraid that you might be impatient, so I came back first."

"Okay, so, we are not familiar with the situation there, so it's a bit hasty to take action at this time. Let everyone rest where they are. We will take action again after daybreak." Chi Zhongtian said.

"Then what if they go down the mountain? I think if they knew someone was coming to cause trouble, they wouldn't sit idly by and do nothing." Bei Lingxuan asked.

"If they come down the mountain, we can let them pass. In short, we just hide."

"good!"

"Ye Luo, Qin Shang, please tell us to go down and let everyone have a good rest. In order not to expose our flaws, we can't warm ourselves by the fire. Let everyone be patient."

"Master, don't worry, we people in Hanye Valley won't be afraid of the cold." Ye Luo replied confidently.

This is indeed the case. Both Hanye Valley and Snow Eagle Palace are located in a world of ice and snow, so they have an innate resistance to the cold climate, and ordinary severe cold is not a concern at all.

It's just that these people have left their respective sects for a long time, and they are usually very warm. Now it's so cold, they will definitely not be used to it.

...

Since he left Mingye Villa last time, Master Futi did not go back. Instead, he found a nearby place to stay because he felt that Chi Zhongtian had not traveled far.

Tiima Temple outside Shezhou City is a good place, but Master Futi did not stay there, but directly found an inn.

After staying for two or three days, Master Futi's life was almost the same every day. He got up early to chant sutras, then ate, then chanted sutras again, and ate again.

I would either chant sutras or eat every day. When it was very late, I would meditate and rest for a while. Occasionally I would lie in bed and sleep. When I got up the next day, the same thing happened again and again.

Several of his disciples live next door to him, and what they do every day is not much different from Master Futi.

This morning, after Master Futi got up, he felt something was not right.

Because the location of this inn is very lively, usually at this time, there should be a lot of people outside, and even if it is not good, there must be some shouting.

But at this time today, it was very quiet outside.

Master Futi put his cassock on his body and was about to go out to take a look when a sound came from outside.

"Master."

"Come in."

A monk came in. Although the several monks who came with Master Futi this time were not old, they were of high seniority. They were all disciples of Master Futi, and they had the same seniority as Zen Master Jian Xiang.

"Master, there is some hot water here. You can wash your face."

"Put it there."

"yes."

"Go down and take a look and see what happened outside. Why is it so quiet?" Master Futi said.

"Master, disciple, let's go and take a look."

It's really quiet outside the inn, and the whole street is quiet.

Because at this time, some people were walking towards here.

These people walked steadily and held steel knives in their hands, but their eyes were confused and they seemed to be observing their surroundings.

Just at this time, the young monk came out of the inn, turned his head and saw that he was eye-to-eye with these people.

"Kill that monk to death!" I don't know who ordered it. Immediately, a group of people rushed towards the little monk.

Before the young monk could react, he waited until these people rushed forward and quickly took a step back. At that moment, a knife struck him. The monk stepped aside and held the blade with his backhand, trying to bounce the knife away, but this time

He pinched it but didn't hold it, and it slipped between two fingers.

After sliding over, several more knives were slashed at him. The little monk was a little panicked, his feet swayed, and he almost lost his balance.

Seeing several knives coming at them, just when the young monk's life was hanging by a thread, a man suddenly fell from the sky. Without making a move, those who wielded the knives were all ejected one by one.

After those people got up from the ground, they saw an old monk suddenly appearing in front of them.

Master Futi just heard something was wrong with the sound. When he went out to take a look, he happened to see this scene. If it had been slower, the monk's life might have been lost.

"Master!"

After the young monk stood up, he quickly stood beside Master Futi.

"Who are you and why do you want to commit murder?"

It was only then that the young monk saw the faces and clothes of these people clearly, but he couldn't seem to find anything.

"Walk!"

This group of people came and left quickly, and they all ran out in the blink of an eye.

After they left, the store clerk came out of the shop in a sneaky way.

"Oh, I'm gone now." As he said this, the store clerk patted his chest.

"Donor, who were those people just now?" Master Futi walked over and asked.
Chapter completed!