The city of B is already considered the headquarters of the Demon Sect.
In City C, Long Jinhuan and the others saw the seriously injured Protector Right and two elders. All three elders were seriously injured, especially the two elders, whose meridians were severed. If Long Jinhuan and the others had arrived a little later,
After a while, their lives may be in danger. Fortunately, Long Jinhuan has a lot of life-saving elixirs, otherwise with the strength of his martial god, even if he can save these two old guys, it will be difficult to save their martial arts. (Modify)
Come on, the former ten elders were the third elders)
Long Jinhuan spent half a thousand-year-old ginseng on these three old guys, and personally used his true energy to connect their meridians. After a lot of trouble, the three old guys will not only recover from their injuries, but also improve their martial arts.
, it can be said to be a blessing in disguise.
Seeing Long Jinhuan working so hard to treat the three elderly people, Yang Xinyue naturally knew that this was all because Long Jinhuan cared about her, so Yang Xinyue was moved and took the initiative to offer several passionate kisses.
The two most seriously injured elders were still in a coma, and only the right protector was awake. Naturally, Long Jinhuan wanted to quickly inquire about their specific encounters.
"The Holy Lord spared no effort to save us with the inner strength of the elixir, but it was useless for us. We are so unworthy of the Holy Lord's great kindness." The Right Protector was lying on the bed. He used to be haggard and skinny, but now he is seriously injured and his face is pale.
Evil spirits are no different.
Although this old guy looks scary, he is his subordinate Long Jinhuan after all. Long Jinhuan still wants to say a few heart-warming words, "Right Protector, don't blame yourself, you can escape from the hands of the devil.
I have done a great job in detecting the whereabouts of the devil in advance. You should rest assured and recover, this Holy Master will definitely avenge you."
The old guy burst into tears of gratitude and said: "The Holy Lord is so kind to you, and we will follow the Holy Lord to the death."
Old man, even if I am not kind to you, you must swear allegiance to me. Do you think the life and death Gu is a joke? But if I can make you loyal to me wholeheartedly, it will not be unfair for the money to be lost. Long Jinhuan felt this way
think.
"Right Protector, Xin'er has told me the general situation before. I wonder if you can detect what the devil wants to do specifically?" Long Jinhuan asked.
"My subordinates are useless. We have not seen the devil's specific conspiracy. However, when the devil forced us to join him again, he once said something. He said that following the Holy Lord will lead to death sooner or later, even if he does not take action.
If you, the Holy Lord, are destroyed, someone will sooner or later destroy you and the entire Holy Sect." The Right Protector replied.
"Why is this bastard so angry? Could it be that he has found a bigger backer?" Long Jinhuan muttered to himself doubtfully.
"Jinhuan, the three grandfathers are all fine. Let's rush to the Central Plains Province as soon as possible. Maybe there are more clues there that can help us solve the doubts in our hearts." Yang Xinyue suggested.
"Yes." Long Jinhuan nodded, and then said to the Right Protector with concern: "Right Protector, you can rest here to recover from your injuries. This Holy Master will avenge you."
"Farewell to the Holy Lord." The old guy said respectfully.
After treating the three old men, Long Jinhuan and the others spent more than ten hours, and then rushed non-stop to Zhengxin City in the Central Plains Province. This is the location of the Central Plains Province branch of the Demon Sect, because it is very close to the Shaolin Temple.
But when they arrived at Zhengxin City, Long Jinhuan and others felt that the whole city was shrouded in an atmosphere of terror. Many people on the streets were talking about the Shaolin Temple.
What Long Jinhuan and the others heard most was that the Shaolin Temple had suffered another thousand-year catastrophe. The entire Shaolin Temple was almost burned to ashes, and many monks were killed or injured. Feng City and Zhengxin City, and even the provincial capital Zhongzhou City,
The hospitals were treating a large number of injured monks.
Long Jinhuan and the others arrived in Zhengxin City in the evening. Looking towards Songshan Mountain to the west of the Shaolin Temple, they could still vaguely see a fire. According to the locals, it was a mountain fire caused by the burning of the Shaolin Temple, and it is still there to this day.
Not completely extinguished.
The encounter in the Shaolin Temple, Long Jinhuan and the others were naturally associated with the devil. Therefore, before the group arrived at the Demon Sect's branch, they drove to the Shaolin Temple to find out.
The Shaolin Temple was under martial law for several kilometers. Fortunately, Long Jinhuan and the others were all agents of the CSA. Once their identities were revealed, they were naturally let in.
Songshan Shaolin, this thousand-year-old temple, was so glorious and prosperous in the past, but now it has been burned down to nothing.
What surprised Long Jinhuan and others was that the entire Shaolin Temple building was burned to ashes, but only the Main Hall was still intact.
"Amitabha, several donors, our Shaolin Temple has been burned down and no longer accepts tourists. I hope all the donors will do it conveniently and go down the mountain." An old monk wearing a patched and worn cassock held a broom in his hand.
Suddenly appeared behind Long Jinhuan and others.
Long Jinhuan was extremely surprised. This monk could come up behind him quietly without him noticing. Long Jinhuan observed it and found that this old monk didn't look like he knew martial arts at all. But since he could quietly come up behind him,
There must be something unique about Long Jinhuan approaching him silently.
Man Niu took a step forward, showed his ID, and then said: "Old monk, we are all agents. We are here to assist your Shaolin Temple in investigating the case."
"In that case, I would like to ask you, the donors." After saying that, the old monk was about to leave.
"Master, wait a minute, I have a few questions to ask you." Long Jinhuan suddenly stopped the old monk.
"The poor monk is just a sweeping monk. He doesn't know anything. You'd better ask the abbot and the others." The old monk said and was about to leave.
Man Niu said very dissatisfied: "You old monk is so rude. Our instructor and we came to help you, but you didn't receive us well. If we could find the abbot, we wouldn't ask you."
Man Niu said, but the old monk kept walking and said as he walked: "The abbot and the others are in the back mountain, you can go and find them yourself."
Man Niu was dissatisfied that the old monk didn't know how to treat guests. He caught up with him in a few steps, and then reached out to hold down the old monk's shoulders. At this time, the old monk turned around in the blink of an eye and slapped Man Niu away with the head of a broom.
The big hand. The barbarian bull was in pain, and felt very angry, so he slapped the old monk with his palm.
"Shaolin Prajna Palm." After the old monk finished speaking, he nodded his head and faced the powerful palm of the bull.
Man Niu was the old monk's opponent, and he was knocked away instantly. If it weren't for his golden bell to protect his body, he would have been injured this time.
"Golden Bell Cover, is it possible that the donor is my Shaolin disciple?" the old monk asked.
"Grandma, you're a bear. Labor and management are not something you can learn from your bald donkeys." The bull was knocked to its knees, so he stood up and cursed loudly.
"Master, we don't mean any harm. We just want to understand the situation. Why would you hurt someone? This is not the behavior that an enlightened monk should do." Naturally, Long Jinhuan wanted to protect his subordinates.
The old monk said calmly: "The poor monk is just a sweeper, not an enlightened monk."
"Damn, young master, I hate people who pretend to be serious. Let me teach you some clever tricks." Long Jinhuan was also impatient. He said nicely that this old bald ass should pretend to be for him, so Long Jinhuan would not be annoyed.
Strange. Long Jinhuan still makes the same Shaolin Prajna Palm as Man Niu.
Only then did the old monk realize that Long Jinhuan was also a master, and he did not dare to neglect him. He suddenly opened his mouth and pronounced a Buddhist name, and then a Buddhist swastika flew out of his mouth, and the golden swastika met Long Jinhuan's palm.
"Bang!" The swastika was shattered and turned into thousands of streams of light that dispersed into the air. Long Jinhuan stood there unmoved, but the old monk took more than ten steps back before stopping.
"Amitabha, the donor is so handsome." The old monk admired him.
"Chengzheng! Now are we qualified to ask about your Shaolin affairs?" Long Jinhuan asked.
"Several donors, please follow me." The old monk led Long Jinhuan and others into the main hall honestly.
As soon as Long Jinhuan and others entered the main hall, they were attracted by the sixteen huge blood characters on the walls of the main hall.
When the Holy Lord comes to this world, everyone in the world will obey him. If he goes against the will of God, he will be wiped out!
Seeing these sixteen typing words, Long Jinhuan and the others had no doubt that the catastrophe in Shaolin Temple was caused by the devil with a shrinking head.
"The devil of the Demon Sect appears again, and the entire martial arts world will be plunged into a bloody storm. Amitabha, it is really a sin." The old monk said with a compassionate heart.
"Master, how do you know this is what the Demon Sect calls you?" Long Jinhuan asked deliberately.
"The poor monk is still familiar with such vicious and evil skills as the Blood Demon Kung Fu. This martial arts is unique to the demon sect," the old monk said.
Long Jinhuan nodded in agreement, then looked at the bloody words on the wall, wondering what he was thinking.