Several waves of attacks by the Songshan League resulted in heavy casualties among the lay monks of the Shaolin Temple.
Outside the gate of Prajna Hall, more than ten secular monks lined up on both sides. They neither dared to attack rashly nor knew where to retreat. They just stayed on both sides and were at a loss.
"No, these people from the Songshan League are a bit weird!" A lay monk from the Prajna Hall said to the surrounding monks, "They charge in groups, command in an orderly manner, and extinguish the torches together to give orders and prohibitions. They are not at all like the disciples of the Jianghu who train like this.
Yousu looks like a dynasty soldier!"
The speaker's nickname is "Tong Nan". He looks about thirty or forty years old. He has a big black face with thick black eyebrows, thick black lips, and black beards that look like steel needles on both sides of the black lips.
, he looked like a resolute man at first glance. Before he became a monk, Tongnan was a captain in the Beifu soldiers in Jingkou, and he was quite successful in combat. However, for some unknown reason, he ran to Shaolin a few years ago and became a monk.
"Senior brother, are you from the military?" Another lay monk, Shunde, asked.
"Beifu soldiers in Jingkou." Tong Nan's voice was resolute, and his eyebrows were raised like two sharp knives hanging high, reminding him of the past.
"I used to be a corps commander in the Jinling Guards, and I also noticed that these people behaved unusually, not like disciples of the Jianghu."
"What should we do?" Another voice came from behind the two of them. Tongnan turned around and saw that the person who came was actually a righteous monk, and his eyes couldn't help but be startled.
The Zhengseng looked at Tongnan's expression and naturally understood the reason, and said: "At this time when Shaolin is surviving or dying, the Zhengtong and the secular should be consistent in communicating with the outside world."
When a lay monk on the side heard what the orthodox monk said, he twisted his lips and said disdainfully: "I don't know who just told the Songshan League disciples that the Shaolin orthodox monks came from the same sect as the Songshan League and asked for mercy from the Songshan League. How?
Now it’s open to the outside world in a formal manner?”
The lay monk's words made all the upright monks blush, but they were unable to refute. The monks knew the difference between the upright and the secular. How could the discord between them be explained overnight?
It is easy to separate but difficult to combine.
Things are like this in the world, human relationships are like this, and so are the world.
Tongnan shouted "Shh" to signal everyone to shut up. He first looked outside, but the fog was so thick that he could only see a few meters away.
"Can't see clearly."
After he finished speaking, he lay down on the ground again, only to hear rustling footsteps walking towards them.
"Someone is coming, I guess three people."
After hearing what Tongnan said, Shunde carefully walked around to the other side of the door, ready to attack Tongnan from both sides.
Outside the courtyard gate, three Songshan League disciples were seen tiptoeing towards the Prajna Hall courtyard with steel knives in their hands. They stood back to back and formed a triangle, relying on each other. They were in perfect harmony with each other when they moved and stopped.
It seems that they have been trained for a long time. But this formation is mostly used by the military. Why do the Songshan League and these gangsters train this formation?
In the mist, the sword flashed with blood and entered the courtyard gate, which was cold and fishy.
Tong Nan saw the flash of the sword and knew that someone was coming. He flashed his body and struck three palms in a row. He was born in the military and was already strong. Now he has trained in Shaolin for several years, and his martial arts skills are very advanced.
When I took the photo, I heard a muffled groan from the person who came and fell to the ground.
But the Songshan League disciple also reacted quickly, and in a flash of light, the sword had already struck Tongnan's chest.
The silvery light of the sword reflected the fog and coldness of Tong Nan's face.
Tong Nian felt his eyes go cold and blood hit his face. He blinked and found that he could still blink. He smiled and knew that Shunde on the other side had killed the man and saved his life.
But he couldn't help but relax, and in the blink of an eye, a third person had arrived. Seeing that his back had no support, the third person knew that the two of them were out of control, but he didn't know where the enemy was, so he hurriedly used a move
"Night Fighting Hidden Sword Style in All Directions", the sword flashed in an instant, and six legs and sixteen knives were fired in a row, slashing in all directions and kicking them aside.
After passing through the difficulty, Shunde was forced by the light of the sword and had no choice but to retreat. However, the monk who had just spoken to him fell to the ground, rolled over, cut off his feet first, then took the steel sword and captured the man.
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"Wu Min!" The Songshan disciple shouted as he looked at the righteous monk who had captured him.
The monk who was talking suddenly looked at the man's face and exclaimed: "Wu Yi, what are you?" He then helped the two people who fell to the ground to look at them, and they turned out to be monks he had known well before. Suddenly, there was a wave of
Sadness surged from my heart into the corners of my eyes.
Family members fight, brothers and sisters kill each other, and the sorrow in this is felt both in the body and in the heart.
On the side, Tong Nan saw that the two people knew each other and couldn't help but become wary and said: "Junior brother Wu Min, I think you should avoid it."
Wu Min was stunned, and looked at Wu Yi and the two people who fell on the ground. His eyebrows were drawn together, as if he was holding the center of his eyebrows where all kinds of hurts were, and he gritted his teeth and nodded.
When Wu Yi saw Wu Min nodding, he couldn't help but sigh and lowered his head, as if he had accepted his fate of being slaughtered. But as soon as his head lowered, Tongnan grabbed his chin and grabbed him.
"How many of you are there and what are you doing in Shaolin?"
Wu Yi smiled miserably, and then said madly: "We have gods and Buddhas all over the sky to help us. We will kill all of you lay monks. We will recast the light of Shaolin Buddha!"
He was shouting like this, his expression was already distorted, a pair of eyes flashed with frightening light, and his white teeth looked even more frightening against the foggy color. Even those who had seen the wind and waves would be shocked, and his hands shook with strength.
It was so loose that Wu Yi almost took a bite.
"Damn, this guy is a dog!"
Tongnan cursed angrily, and with a forceful movement of his fingertips, he immediately took off Wu Yi's chin.
"Take him with you. Let's go find the abbot. To capture the thief, capture the king first. I guess the people from Songshan League must also go to find the abbot. It's important to protect the abbot!"
When all the monks heard Tong Nan say this, regardless of whether they were orthodox or secular, they were shocked in their hearts. Master Liaojie is very important in both the orthodox and secular sects of Shaolin. His ability to write down the names of all the monks in the temple is unique to Shaolin.
, not to mention that his martial arts and Buddhist cultivation are both excellent, and his attitude towards the secular and the secular equally is rare, so the secular monks all respect him.
"Guard the abbot!"
"Guard the abbot!"
After a few instructions, all the monks in the Prajna Hall filed out and rushed to the Jie Chan Room.
The night was completely dark, and the evening breeze was bitingly cold. The night should be silent, but the evening breeze should also be noisy. But tonight's Shaolin Fengye was unique.
Outside the Jiejie Zen Room, countless torches forced the night away, and the sound of the flames burning broke the silence of the night. Although the night wind was still biting, the shouts and curses of the Songshan League disciples had drowned out the noise.
"Bold fanatics, misinterpreting Buddhist principles, Mara Bo Xun, shrinking turtles, worse than pigs and dogs!"
More than a hundred Songshan League disciples couldn't stop cursing. They were full of energy, and each sound was louder than the next. Yuanji in the Zen room was so angry that he scratched his head and scratched his head, and hurriedly went out to fight these Songshan League disciples.
Liaojie looked at Yuanji's angry look and smiled inwardly, but said seriously on his face: "No rush, no rush. If they were sure of catching me, they wouldn't be yelling here. They are waiting for someone."
"Who are we waiting for?" Yuan Ji asked eagerly, "When they all arrive, can we still fight? Why don't we rush out now?"
Liaojie listened to what Yuanji said and stared at the candlelight in Rudou, silent.
Qiao Zhenyue didn't say anything when he saw Master Jie, but when he saw Yuanji was anxious, he said, "Master Yuanji, this is Shaolin after all. There are more than a thousand Shaolin monks. They should be the ones who are anxious!"
in a hurry?
This time, Liao Jie and Qiao Zhenyue had the wrong idea. How could "Liao Xuanfo" be in a hurry? He still had a trump card in his hand, a pair of two kings and four twos!
