Shen Yuanjing drove the blue phoenix back to Shaolin Temple, climbing up the steps, facing the moonlight, but he saw blood under the thin white snow, and his remaining limbs could be seen everywhere, just like a purgatory on earth.

After entering the hall, Yue Buqun grabbed Shen Yuanjing's arm and checked up and down. There was no blood. He breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to complain, he heard Fang Ping ask anxiously, "Young Master Chen, have you gained anything?"

Shen Yuanjing turned around and everyone looked at him. Only Fang Ping stared at Lan Fenghuang with his eyes and said, "The situation was chaotic at that time, and the thief of the Demon Cult escaped in all directions. I couldn't pursue Ren I, so I had to choose a random direction, searched in the middle of the night, and found this girl."

Except for Shen Yuanjing, only Fang Ping knew that Lan Fenghuang and the others had stole the secret book of the Sutra Library. He asked viciously: "Little thief, tell me, where did the old demon and the thief who stole the secret book hide?"

Shen Yuanjing and several others frowned, thinking that the head of the Prajna Hall was probably not stolen because of the "Yi Jin Jing".

Lan Fenghuang was not ashamed as the attention of many masters in the hall, and was generous and did not hide at all. She said, "I don't know either. At that time, there were many people in you, and the leader of Ren could not defeat him, so we let us escape. When I saw that you bald, dressed in torn clothes, and sister-in-law, all rushed to chase Ren Zhengzhu, so she sneaked into the woods alone. As for the old monk, what the other people you asked about, I don't know."

Her voice was gentle and charming, and she opened her big round eyes, her eyeballs turned a few times, her face full of surprise, and asked back: "Hey, are you so many of you who have not chased the leader and the others?"

Several heads looked at each other and their faces were slightly red. An old man in Taoist robe next to him had a modest expression and asked, "Little girl, how did you find him by Young Master Chen?"

Lan Fenghuang sighed and said, "I ran far in the mountains and no one came to chase me, so I hid in a cave. Who knew that Mr. Chen had a dog-like nose, but after two hours, he chased me. I couldn't beat him, so I could only follow him back."

Since walking in the world, this is the first time Gao Genming has heard someone compare Shen Yuanjing to a dog. He almost couldn't help laughing out loud, but he saw that all the seniors in the hall were solemn and went back.

Seeing that he could not ask about the whereabouts of Ren Woxing and others, Fang Ping was unwilling to accept that he said, "Then do you know who is the secret book of my Shaolin sect?"

"The secret? It's in my hands!"

"What?" Everyone in the hall was shocked. Fang Ping was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Take it over!"

Lan Fenghuang took out a book from her arms and handed it to her halfway, she saw Fang Ping rushing to her face like a gust of wind. She was startled and shrank back, but the book was still taken away.

Fang Ping got the secret book and returned to the original place. When he turned over, his smile disappeared. There was a sharp-eyed person next to him. He saw four large characters in seal script on the secret book: "Vilu Whip Method".

Lan Fenghuang patted her chest and said charmingly: "It's so scary!" Fang Ping's face was filled with disappointment. He stared at Lan Fenghuang's chest and asked in a deep voice: "Is there any?"

"I took this book, and the others took it to the leader."

Fang Ping stroked the secret book in his hand and remained silent. At this time, a timid voice beside him shouted in horror: "Master, you... your hand!"

Shen Yuanjing looked over and said that it was Master Yilin's master. His delicate face was so scared that it was bloodless. He stretched out his right hand in panic. Everyone looked along her fingers and found that there was a colorful spider hanging upside down on Fang Ping's left hand holding the book, full of hair, which made people feel sick at first sight.

The poisonous insect only shook slightly and did not bite it. Fang Ping noticed something strange after being reminded by someone. He suddenly waved his left hand and used his strength to shake the spider towards the blue phoenix.

Lan Fenghuang was calm and flicked casually. She took the poisonous insect away. She disappeared in an instant, and she didn't know where she was hiding. She giggled twice and said, "Old monk, I'm merciful. Don't be so rude next time."

Fang Ping was anxious and was about to take action. The old Taoist priest asked again: "Little girl, are you from the Five Immortals Sect in Yunnan?"

The real name of the Five Immortals Sect is the Five Immortals Sect, which was founded by the Miao people. Later, the Han people joined the sect and said that the word "Five Immortals" was indecent, so they changed it to "Five Immortals".

These Five Immortal Sects are entrenched in the Yunnan, Guizhou, Sichuan and Hunan area. There are many disciples in the sect. They are good at using miasma, poison, and poison. The mysterious and strange ones are very natural to measure.

Seeing the Taoist priest's tone, Lan Fenghuang replied softly: "That's right! You old men, you don't have the vision of Mr. Shen, you recognize me as soon as you see him!"

Everyone turned their eyes to Shen Yuanjing, and he spoke, "This girl is Lan Fenghuang, the leader of the Five Immortals Sect in Miaojiang."

Several people in the hall exclaimed in surprise. The Central Plains martial arts world feared the poison of the Five Immortal Sect, and the righteous sect held its own identity and was unwilling to communicate with it. Therefore, few people knew about the name of the leader of the Five Immortal Sect.

The Taoist quickly bowed and said, "I am Wudang Chongxu. I didn't expect that Master Lan was so young, so I was really negligent."

Lan Fenghuang said, "I was caught, but I won't invite you. What's the point of being neglected?"

Master Fang Zheng stood up at this time, folded his hands together, and said, "My nephews offended Master Lan. I would like to ask you to relieve their poisoning."

Lan Fenghuang didn't agree, but just glanced at Shen Yuanjing. From her previous actions and words, everyone in the palace could guess that she meant that she was captured by Shen Yuanjing, so he naturally had the final say.

Shen Yuanjing bowed to Fang Zheng and said, "It's up to the abbot to decide everything!"

When the Shaolin Sect brought all the twenty or thirty monks from the Sutra Pavilion over, the Blue Phoenix released a few centipedes and spiders, sucking blood one by one. Soon, the faces of the monks gradually faded.

Master Fang Zheng thanked him, and Lan Fenghuang also giggled and said, "If you want to thank Mr. Shen, I dare not refuse to obey what he ordered."

Seeing that she did not respect Shaolin and the head of the Wudang Sect, everyone followed Shen Yuanjingyan and thought, "Is the face of this 'jade-faced swordsman' really so cute?" But they didn't know that Lan Fenghuang saw that he was unfamiliar with style, decisive in killing, and had high martial arts skills, so she was a little afraid.

After the monks have solved the toxins, they are difficult to deal with the Blue Phoenix. If they are imprisoned, there will be differences between men and women. If they are killed, they are not in line with the teachings of the Buddha, and they are also worried about revenge of the Five Immortals. If they are unwilling to let go, they will be unwilling to let go.

Fang Ping changed his mind and suggested: "This Lan leader was captured by Young Master Shen and should be handed over to the Huashan Sect for handling." Yue Buqun was unwilling to take on this hot potato, but he could not refuse.

After the righteous sects lingering in Shaolin Temple, Shen Yuanjing learned about the situation that day. After Ren Woxing led the crowd to siege the Taishan Sect, he encountered Master Fang Zheng and Zuo Lengchan and others chasing him. He was beaten by Zuo Lengchan and disappeared.

Seeing that the momentum was wrong, Xiang Wentian and others took advantage of the faction of masters chasing Ren Woxing and fled one after another. The rest of the Demon Cult scattered, and those who were killed, captured, and those who escaped were all separated.

A few days later, after Master Fang Sheng and others returned to the mountain, everyone was about to say goodbye. A group of people were greeting in the hall. Suddenly, two middle-aged monks broke in. One looked panicked and his face was bloodless. He shouted in anger: "Abbot, something is wrong! Nan... Nan Shaolin... called that... Dongfang Bubai was wiped out!"
Chapter completed!