Fires broke out everywhere in Northern Shaolin, the monks were in chaos, and the enemies seemed to grow out of thin air. Looking around, there were thieves in all directions.
Abbot Lingxu came out of the bamboo forest. The scene in front of him made him frown. Monk Lingjing said nervously: "Abbott, all the brothers in the temple are missing. No one can stop these thieves..."
Monk Lingjing was so panicked at this moment that his acupuncture points were tapped by Yue Lifeng of the Xiaoyao Sect beside the lotus pond. After he regained his freedom, the temple was already full of thieves.
But what's terrible is that all the eminent monks of the Ling generation who were meditating in the temple have disappeared. Monk Lingjing saw these monks causing chaos in the temple.
, there is nothing you can do about it.
"It turns out he was ready from the beginning..."
There was no hint of surprise on Monk Lingxu's face. He sighed softly and waved his hand. In Monk Lingjing's shocked eyes, one after another eminent monks of the Ling generation appeared from the bamboo forest.
"This...?!" Monk Lingjing stared at this scene in shock. No wonder the temple was unable to resist the thieves' attack. It turned out that all the masters were in this bamboo forest.
All the eminent monks bowed together to Monk Lingxu, then quickly dispersed, each using their Qinggong skills, and ran towards various war-torn places in the temple.
Monk Lingxu said Amitabha Buddha, and then told Monk Lingjing: "Junior Brother Lingjing, after these thieves are defeated, you will lead a team of men and horses to recover the demon girl."
"Yes, I abide by the wishes of senior abbot." Although monk Lingjing was full of doubts, he did not ask at this time. He listened to abbot Lingxu's instructions and hurried to help.
After Monk Lingjing left, the last old monk left in the bamboo forest also appeared. He said to Abbot Lingxu: "It seems that you lost this game."
Abbot Lingxu had doubts about "Yueli Feng" today, and he also had a tentative mind, so he gathered all the masters in the temple together.
However, in the end, he did not make up his mind and wasted the opportunity. At the same time, it also made Northern Shaolin's defenses more empty than ever.
Abbot Lingxu sighed and said: "It seems that that person had an affair with those monks early on. I thought we were luring you into a trap, but I never thought that the other party would also use their tricks."
The old monk said: "You are right not to take action. Since he has been prepared for it, then I am afraid that these calculations of you and me are also what he expected. If he had taken action just now, I am afraid that Shaolin would really be unable to escape."
Abbot Lingxu was silent for a long time, and he said in a deep voice: "What I just said is not entirely false. Wudang cut off one of his arms when he handed over the Taoist order. Shaolin now stands out from the crowd and dominates the world. It is inevitable that he will become a thorn in the eyes of those people.
Taking a step back may not be a way to save yourself."
The old monk looked at the sky speechlessly. After a long time, he shook his head and disappeared on the bamboo forest path.
Abbot Lingxu returned to the monastery alone and changed into clean clothes. Not long after, Monk Lingjing came to look for him. Judging from the terrible look on his face, it was not difficult to guess that the losses suffered by Northern Shaolin this time were not small.
Monk Lingjing reported all the losses, and then said with a serious face: "Brother Abbot, the Demon Suppression Tower was breached in such a short time, I doubt that these monks can take away the demon girl so easily.
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Before Monk Lingjing finished speaking, there seemed to be a look of hesitation in his eyes. Abbot Lingxu saw his difficulty and continued what he said: "Junior Brother's intention is to suspect that there is someone in the temple who is in harmony with them."
Monk Lingjing was silent for a moment, nodded and said: "Brother, the Demon Suppression Tower is extremely difficult to break from the outside. It has been perfected by generations of ancestors. Even if no one is guarding it, the mechanism alone is enough to stop those with ulterior motives.
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The Demon Suppressing Tower is a place used by Northern Shaolin to imprison criminals, but unlike ordinary cells, this tower does not exist above the ground, but stretches underground.
The Demon Suppression Tower has seven floors and is tens of feet deep. Many famous demonic madmen have been imprisoned in it. However, Northern Shaolin did not arrange much force to guard this place. The reason is that there are countless mechanisms in the seven-story deep tower.
Strong enough to withstand any external attack.
These mechanisms were created by Northern Shaolin across hundreds of years, dozens of generations, and with the joint efforts of countless predecessors. It is no exaggeration to say that they are unbreakable.
Abbot Lingxu also thought about this. It makes no difference whether there are people defending the Demon Suppression Tower. The traps inside are enough to make all intruders flee.
To defeat such a powerful defensive force in a short period of time, traitors are almost the only way.
Monk Lingjing, who personally went to the scene to inspect the condition of the Demon Suppression Tower, also proved the credibility of this argument, because the Demon Suppression Tower did not suffer any damage. The only abnormality was that all the mechanisms inside stopped functioning.
Monk Lingxu muttered a little, then looked up at Monk Lingjing and asked: "Junior brother, who do you think is the person in the temple who will be a member of the devil's path?"
Monk Lingjing knelt down with a plop, his eyes were firm, and he spoke sternly: "Brother Abbot, I thought that there is absolutely no chance of such a crazy person in Northern Shaolin."
Abbot Lingxu nodded. He agreed with what Monk Lingjing said. As the master of a temple, no one knows the situation in Northern Shaolin better than him.
As the abbot here, he believes that there will be no such unfaithful and unjust people under his rule. Even if there are, they will not escape his eyes.
No matter how elusive the group of monks are, they are still flesh and blood mortals. They cannot fly through the sky and escape through the wall to retrieve objects. The mechanism of the Demon Suppression Tower will not fail for no reason. Since there is no problem among ourselves, then the problem naturally lies with outsiders.
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Northern Shaolin has received many guests, but there was only one person who stayed in the back mountain of Northern Shaolin for several months on the pretext of waiting for friends.
Abbot Lingxu walked into the Demon Suppressing Tower, passed through various failed traps, and arrived at the central mechanism room on the ground floor. Sure enough, there was a large hole about three feet wide on the stone door leading here.
Monk Lingxu leaned down to inspect the damage to the stone gate. Although the stone gate was strong, people with strong martial arts skills could crack gold and crack rocks with only their true energy. However, the marks in front of him did not seem to be man-made.
He stretched out his hand and touched the edge of the big hole, and the sticky and irritating liquid fell between his fingers. A slight pain was felt, and Abbot Lingxu frowned. With the strength of his tempered body, he was actually burned by this thing.
Already.
Creaking, creaking——
Just when Abbot Lingxu was concentrating on studying this strange liquid, two black shadows suddenly came from behind the big hole.
"Abbot, beware!"
Monk Lingjing exclaimed, raised his hand and pushed out with a golden palm print, blasting away the black shadow and the half-damaged stone door.
Abbot Lingxu looked calm. He and Monk Lingjing stepped forward to investigate. Under the broken stone door, the black shadow finally revealed its true form. It turned out to be two scorpions the size of human heads.