"It seems that I was being shaded by that mirror!"

Li Xiake touched his bald head, scanned the corpses at the scene, and couldn't help but curse: "Women are just petty! Even a female mirror who has become a sperm is so vengeful. Damn it, I almost killed me!"

He asked the mirror to put himself in a Gaowu environment in the bronze hall. Unexpectedly, the mirror actually put himself in a scene where two masters confronted each other. Before he could react, a red-robed monk shouted and looked like a fool, and almost died on the spot.

"Who is that red-robed monk? It's simply amazing!"

Recalling the monk in red that he had seen before, Li Xiake was shocked: "The monk's methods are unfathomable. It's hard for me to find the place back now, but it doesn't matter. As long as I don't die, I'll have a fight with him sooner or later!"

After he was immersed in the secret spiritual method of Khuluoba, his mind was distracted, and he was confused and did not know the east, west, south, and north. When he was about to sink into the unknown place, a white light appeared in his mind, gathering his spirit, causing him to enter the state of Buddhist meditation of neither thinking nor non-thinking. His martial arts cultivation was extremely fast. Not only did he cultivate the indestructible body of Shaolin Vajra to the eighth level, but he even cultivated the three Yang sword energy to the fifth level, and the qi reached the innate, and the three Yangs merged, and he truly became an innate master.

"I didn't expect that in the Adventure King world, that monk Sanzang was wrong. It should be the Sibu Monk. The wisdom light he gave me actually had this effect. If there was no wisdom light, I probably might not be able to wake up in a few years!"

He opened the magical treasure box in the world of Adventure King. The monk inside once gave Li Xiake a ray of wisdom. It was this ray of wisdom that played a role in order to stabilize his mind and prevent him from being beaten into a fool by the secret spiritual technique of Khuraba.

After a moment of excitement, Li Xiake calmed down, frowned and looked at the dead bodies all over the mountain, and laughed in silence: "I didn't expect that even if I was trapped in my mind, I still had such a murderous aura. Hehe, I deserve the luck of these Qing soldiers!"

He walked forward a few steps, bent down and picked up the wheel axe he had thrown away before, and walked towards Shaolin Temple on his shoulder.

At this time, many monks were cleaning up the dead bodies at the gate. Some monks were not determined and had never seen such a terrifying scene. When cleaning up the dead bodies, they kept retching.

Seeing Li Xiake walking over with a big axe, the monks at the door were in an uproar and all ran to the temple. Someone shouted, "Sanmu is coming up with an axe, let's run!"

"What are you saying? The three-eyed killers were the officers and soldiers, not us. What are you afraid of him doing?"

"What if he goes crazy and attacks us?"

"It shouldn't be? He has lived in the temple for so long and has never seen him attack anyone. If these officers and soldiers don't provoke him today, he probably won't kill anyone."

"You guys are waiting for him here. I'm a little scared anyway, so I'd better hide!"

"What are you hiding? Now the imperial court is surrounding us, and Shaolin can no longer stay. Let's find a way to escape!"

"Then you have to obey the abbot's arrangement!"

In the uneasy conversation between these Shaolin disciples, Li Xiake carried the axe and strode up the mountain. All the Shaolin monks along the way were staring at him blankly, not daring to have a single word, very quiet.

"Three eyes, you have committed such a big murder!"

As soon as Li Xiake entered the temple, Zen Master Su Zheng walked up and scolded: "You are just running for your own life, why did you kill so many people?"

Li Xiake threw out the giant axe in his hand. With a "bang", the giant axe chopped into the trunk of an ancient pine tree, and half of the axe was embedded. In an instant, the pine needles were like rain.

As these pine needles fell, Li Xiake bent down to salute to Monk Su Zheng: "Li Xiake thanks for the Zen Master for his rescue. Today, Shaolin is in trouble, so I stand up and I am naturally obliged to do so!"

He stood up and smiled and said, "Abbot, the Qing soldiers have been killed by me now. Everyone should run away quickly. The green mountains are left, so don't be afraid of burning firewood! Shaolin disciples should dress up and go down the mountain to avoid the wind first. It's not too late to build Shaolin in the future!"

Zen Master Su Zheng was surprised and happy: "You... are you awake?"

Li Xiake smiled and said, "If I don't wake up, Shaolin will probably be unable to escape this disaster!"

Zen Master Su Zheng looked dim: "Although Amitabha, although he has been spared from the disaster of swords and weapons, he still cannot escape the disaster of fire."

At this time, the entire Shaolin Temple was filled with fire, thick smoke rolled, soaring into the sky. Under the steep fire, the beards of several old monks were a little curled up.

These ancient buildings have now been deformed and collapsed in the sea of ​​fire and turned into smoke and dust.

Su Shan and others next to them burst into tears: "The family business of our ancestors for hundreds of years is destroyed!"

Li Xiake said: "If you lose land and people, people and land will be lost. If you lose land and people and land will be lost! What is a hundred years of industry? The most important thing is the inheritance of hundreds of years! As long as people do not die, Shaolin will be there. If you all die, even if the Shaolin Temple building is safe and sound, the real Shaolin will be gone!"

Su Shan and others woke up in shock, "Not bad! It's better to have people and lose people if they have people if they have people if they have people if they have people if they have people if they have people if they have people if they have people if they have people if they have people if they have people if they have people if they have people if they have people if they have people if they have people if they have people if they have people if they have people if they have people if they have people if they have people if they have people if they have people if they have people if they have

Master Su Zheng said: "This is the truth, but killing so many lives in vain is really harmful to the heavens..."

Li Xiake interrupted Su Shan: "Old abbot, you are too pedantic! Don't you kill them and wait for them to come to you? Why do Shaolin disciples practice martial arts for? Is it just to close their eyes and wait for death?"

Su Zheng silently refused to answer, and after a moment, he sighed: "Okay, thank you for this!"

He instructed his junior brothers around him, "Several junior brothers, while the government has not yet reacted, everyone will lead a group of disciples to escape from their lives. Remember not to be together, it is best to disperse and go as far as possible!"

Su Shan said: "Senior Brother, what about you?"

Su Zheng said: "I am the abbot of Shaolin. You can leave, but I can't."

He folded his hands together and lowered his head and said, "Amitabha, the old monk has been worried about the bloody disaster in Shaolin for decades. He has been worried for many years, but he didn't expect that he would be today. Today's fire broke out, and for some reason, the old monk suddenly felt relaxed."

He slowly lowered his body, cross-legged with seals, and smiled and said, "The temple is in my future, and the temple has declined. Now the temple will be destroyed, and my body and mind are quiet."

After saying a word, he let out a long sigh and was silent.

Li Xiake was startled and reached out to Zen Master Tansuzheng's breath, but found that he had actually returned to the west in this moment and passed away!

"Abbot?Abbot!"

When Su Shan and others saw that the abbot passed away, they all felt very sad and hurried in their hearts.

Li Xiake was very regretful that he was rescued by Shaolin monks and had not had time to say thank you to Su Zheng, but the great monk passed away, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Zhang Xiaoyue appeared next to Li Xiake at some point. She kowtowed to Zen Master Su Zheng with the monks. When she stood up, she looked at Li Xiake timidly: "Brother Sanmu, are you doing well?"

She said carefully: "Do you still remember me?"

Li Xiake lowered his head and smiled at Zhang Xiaowan, reached out and patted the girl on the shoulder, and said, "Say hello to Uncle Zhang for me!"

When Zhang Xiaoyue nodded, Li Xiake walked to Sushan and others and whispered: "Masters, how can I ask where my sword and that horse are now?"

Su Shan stood up and wiped her tears and said, "It's right in the backyard, three-eyed person, what are you going to do?"

Although Li Xiake had already said his name, Su Shan was used to calling him, and he still called Li Xiake Sanmu.
Chapter completed!