Shou Nanshan, who was next door, broke into a cold sweat when he heard this and quickly stopped eavesdropping.

He lay on the bed, not daring to say a word. He didn't expect Zhang Wuji to have such keen feelings.

The reason why he became the messenger of Tingfeng Division is probably because of his outstanding talent in this area. He has been in Shaolin for so long, but no one has ever noticed it. It seems that if his martial arts is high enough, his senses are still very sensitive.

But upon hearing this, more than half of his mission has been completed. All he needs to do is pass on the news without taking any more risks.

Early the next morning, Shounanshan washed his hands by the running water at the foot of the mountain after taking a rest. Inadvertently, a wooden ball floated away along the ditch. Looking at the wooden ball that had drifted away, Shounanshan shook his head.

Shaking his head, he didn't know who came up with such a weird way to convey information.

From the moment he arrived at the Shaolin Temple, he didn't know how much information he had passed on, let alone who his contact person was.

Now he only knows one thing, that is, when he is in danger and feels exposed, he can go to a place called Xiangfu Restaurant in the nearest town to Shaoshi Mountain and order a bowl of peach blossom stuffed rice, and someone will naturally help him leave safely.

.

As for this matter, he has never tried it because he has never been exposed and does not know whether it is true or not.

Not long after, this information reached Zeng Yunfeng. Seeing Song Mountain already in the distance, Zeng Yunfeng smiled and raised his hand, and the letter in his hand turned into ashes.

"What's wrong, helmsman!"

Zeng Yunfeng glanced at Zhu'er and said, "It seems that we have to speed up our journey. Maybe we will catch a good show. Zhang Wuji has already arrived at Shaoshi Mountain."

"So fast?" Zhu'er was a little puzzled. They obviously left Mount Emei one step at a time, but how could Zhang Wuji be so fast?

"It's fast. We have spent too much time playing and fighting all the way!" Zeng Yunfeng shook his head. Zhu'er was just like a child walking and watching all the way, wasting a lot of time.

"According to Zhang Wuji's plan, it seems that they are preparing to rescue the Golden Retriever Lion King during the Dragon Boat Festival. Otherwise, when the other major sects all gather in the Shaolin Temple during the Dragon Boat Festival, it will not be that simple to rescue the Golden Retriever Lion King. Let's go, maybe

There is a good show waiting for us."

"Du Juntai!"

"Helmsman!"

"You lead the disciples of the Blood Refining Hall to meet the army here, and I and the commander will go to Shaolin first." Zeng Yunfeng said, pulling the reins of the horse and riding away.

Zhu'er also galloped away, leaving Du Juntai and the others looking at each other.

Several Blood Refining Hall disciples glanced at Du Juntai, and Du Juntai complained: "Look what I'm doing? You didn't eat in Mount Emei? All of you!"

Du Juntai pointed at them and said: "Aliao, you are the one who eats the most. Look, now the helmsman dislikes us, so just wait here! What can I do!"

Du Juntai also had a look of reluctance. He actually wanted to go to Shaoshi Mountain first to see what the good show the helmsman said was, but the helmsman had already made up his mind and was not going to take them there, so they couldn't follow him, otherwise they would be in trouble.

A pain through the skin and flesh.

Night, Songshan Shaoshi Mountain, after evening classes.

Under the yellowish candlelight, an old monk sighed and said: "For the sake of a golden lion king, the Shaolin Temple has killed twenty-three people. What a heinous crime! It really goes against the mercy of our Buddha."

"The Ming Jiao teaches that Wuji has unparalleled martial arts, and Xie Xun is his adoptive father, but he has never shown up, so I'm afraid he won't be affected!"

Another monk clasped his hands and said, "Uncle Master, Xie Xun is guarded by several Grand Master Uncles, so he is absolutely foolproof. Even if Zhang Wuji comes, he will not be a match for the three Grand Master Uncles."

This person is naturally the Cheng Kun that Zhang Wuji and the Beggar Clan have been searching for.

"Master Zhang of the Ming Cult and Zhou Zhiruo of Emei had a long-standing engagement. On the day of their wedding, Princess Shaomin of Ruyang Palace made trouble. Zhang Wuji regretted the engagement and left with the enchantress. This incident shocked the entire martial arts world. I believe you have heard about it, uncle.

This thing!"

"I also heard a little bit about it!"

"Uncle Master, it turns out that they had an affair a long time ago. The princess personally arrested the person, and Zhang Wuji pretended to be a good guy to save the person, making all our sects owe him. At this time, there will definitely be another evil plot!"

Lofts of grain

"It sounds like this is indeed possible. Brother abbot, you must be on guard!" Another monk with a gray beard next to him said, looking at the most kind-hearted abbot Kong Wen.

"However, I always think that the leader should be chivalrous. He is not the kind of person that my nephew said. We must not wrongly accuse a good person." Kong Wen shook his head.

"As the saying goes, you know people but not their hearts. Master, please don't be too merciful. If you fall into Zhang Wuji's trap, you will regret it later." Cheng Kun advised.

"Oh, I'm worried that the various sects will cause chaos in order to compete for Xie Xun and the Dragon Saber!"

"Hey, if chaos breaks out, we Shaolin can reap the benefits. This lion-slaying meeting is to provoke the major sects of Mingjiao to fight against each other. The Beggar Clan's leader has been in Shaoshi Mountain for a long time. It must be for the dragon-slaying knife. By then, the Beggar Clan

Ying Wuguo will definitely come."

"When the time comes, they will fight each other and all the factions will be destroyed. We will come out to clean up the mess and suppress each faction. We will get the dragon-slaying knife justifiably and at the same time, we will kill Xie Xun to thank my mentor Kong Jian for his spirit in the sky."

"The death of Xie Xun will save the world from another catastrophe. As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell, Amitabha!" Cheng Kun put his hands together with a look of compassion on his face.

"Hey, I still don't want anyone's life to be hurt. Yuanzhen, you go see Xie Xun again and persuade him to hand over the dragon-slaying sword. Then I will discuss it with the heads of each hall, so that maybe he can be spared.

Abbot Kongwen sighed.

The second day, the top of the back mountain of Shaolin Temple.

"I've met a few Grand Master uncles!" Cheng Kun saluted.

"Yuanzhen, what's the matter with you?" A monk with white beard and hair and a sallow face asked, sitting upright with his eyes closed.

"Grand Master Uncle, by the order of Master Abbot, I would like to pay my respects to the three Grand Master Uncles. I also have a few words to make clear to Xie Xun."

"Kong Wen has something to say to Xie Xun, why doesn't he come by himself?" Another imposing monk with black hair and black clothes suddenly opened his eyes and asked.

Cheng Kun was shocked and immediately swallowed his saliva.

"The Lion Slaying Conference is about to be held. The Abbot Master is busy with his affairs and cannot take the time to come. I beg the three Grand Masters for your forgiveness." Yuan Zhen saluted again.

"If you have anything to say, just tell him!" the monk in black closed his eyes and said.

"Yes!" Yuan Zhen said respectfully.

"Xie Xun, where did you hide the dragon-slaying knife? As long as you hand over the dragon-slaying knife, I will let you go immediately." Yuan Zhen walked to the entrance of the well.

"Hahaha, Cheng Kun, if I tell you the whereabouts of the dragon-slaying knife, how can you let me go!" A voice came from the dry well.

"Amitabha, how can a monk be dishonest in his words? Yuanzhen, we will never let Xie Xun go, why did you lie to him?" A monk with long eyebrows shook his head and asked.

"Since he can use sweet words to deceive the three divine monks, of course he can also use lies to deceive a blind man like me! Even if I say that the dragon-slaying knife is not in my hand, will a dirty-minded villain like you believe it!"

"Xie Xun, you used despicable means to kill my master. The debt has not yet been settled with you, and you still dare to speak ill of me in front of my deceased Grand Master!" Cheng Kun glanced at the monk with a withered face and was embarrassed.

said.

"You and I both know the death of Master Kong Jian. There is no need for me to argue with you. You should leave before I use my true energy. Cheng Kun, someone will come to you to collect your debt!"

"Hmph, as a prisoner, you still speak arrogantly, are you asking me to..."

"Yuanzhen, monks must avoid anger. Even Xie Xun understands this truth, but you don't." The long-browed monk shook his head again and said dissatisfied.

"Xie Xun, I'll give you three more days to think about it. If you don't hand over the dragon-slaying knife, don't blame my men for being ruthless." Cheng Kun threatened.

But no one was heard from the well. Cheng Kun gritted his teeth, but glanced at the three monks and felt helpless.

"Yuanzhen does not dare to disturb the three uncles, so I will take my leave!" Cheng Kun saluted the three divine monks again.
Chapter completed!