Tens of thousands of people responded in unison, and the sound shook the wilderness, as if there was no plan. The ancestors of the Yellow River, Zhu Xu and other masters couldn't help but feel shocked when they heard the torrent of responses.
Ling Jing nodded with satisfaction, but also thought that it was too late today and it was really not appropriate to continue on the road, so he immediately arranged for the group of heroes to rest in the wilderness for a day, while he took Ji Wu Shi, Huang Boliu, Zhu Xu and others to a secluded place
the location of.
In a small mountain valley, Ji Wushi and others looked at Ling Jing's back with burning eyes. He stood in front of everyone, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, his thoughts changing rapidly.
The battle at the Shaolin Temple was definitely not as easy to deal with as he imagined. Even though he had a large number of people on his side, almost the entire Jianghu righteous path was rushing to the Shaolin Temple, including the Five Mountains Sword Sect, Kongtong, Emei, Kunlun, Qingcheng and other sects.
The two martial arts leaders, Shaolin and Wudang, who are easy to get along with, are waiting for him and others.
"You have to think of a perfect solution."
Ling Jing pondered for a moment, then slowly turned around, glanced around everyone, and said: "Brother Ji, I am not as good as you in strategizing and arranging the overall situation. How your friends should behave properly in the future depends entirely on you.
It’s arranged.”
Ji Wushi bowed and said, "Yes, Young Master. Ji Wushi will definitely not dare to slack off." Since Young Master thought so highly of himself, he naturally did not dare to make any excuses.
Ling Jing nodded and said to a few others: "Actually, among the tens of thousands of people, there are certainly many people like Li Yuanhe. Now maybe they will be intimidated by my martial arts or our power. They dare not make the same mistake again.
But I'm afraid there will be some disputes in the future. If I are separated from you all, please give me a lot of help, Brother Ji."
"Young Master, what did you say? Isn't that what you should do?" Everyone said quickly.
Ling Jing smiled slightly and then mused: "This time we went up the mountain to greet the Holy Aunt with great fanfare. People in the right path must have gotten the news early. I am afraid that there are many traps on Shaoshi Mountain waiting for us to fall into our traps.
Therefore, we have to be cautious about this matter."
Ji Wushi nodded and said, "Young Master is right. Not all of us in this righteous path are pedantic fools. If we make such a big fuss, if they don't prepare an ambush in advance, it will be a big joke in the world."
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Everyone's faces showed thoughtful expressions, and Lan Fenghuang said: "Brother, since we now know that there will be an ambush from the Righteous Path ahead, what should we do? No matter what happens to this Shaolin Temple, we have to go up."
"This is natural." Ling Jing muttered: "I called everyone here today to talk about this matter." Then he asked a few people to come closer and began to lower their heads to discuss.
Early the next morning, everyone led various groups of people and horses to set off again. After traveling for a hundred miles, suddenly a group of people and horses branched off from the left road and headed northwest. In the afternoon, another group of people and horses headed northeast.
For several days after that, the team of tens of thousands of people continued to separate and wait until they reached the foot of Shaoshi Mountain. Only Ji Wushi and the Yellow River Ancestor arrived with 3,000 people, and the rest of Lan Fenghuang and others, including Ling Jing, were missing.
The group of heroes climbed up to Shaoshi Mountain. Unexpectedly, they encountered no obstacles along the way. Everyone was noisy and yelled and cursed outside the Shaolin Temple, but they heard that the Shaolin Temple was silent, and not even a monk came out.
"Brother Ji, it seems that the young master's prediction is indeed true. There is really something strange in this Shaolin Temple." The old man looked at the gate of the Shaolin Temple and said in a deep voice.
Ji Wushi nodded, waved his hand to stop the angry scolding of his men, and said: "Young master has your wisdom, we can just act according to the plan."
Two hundred masters were selected from among the people behind them, and they followed the three of them into the Shaolin Temple. After entering the temple, they saw that the huge Shaolin Temple was empty. They walked up a stone staircase, passed the front yard, passed the front hall, and arrived at the Main Hall.
, but seeing the Tathagata Buddha’s majestic appearance, a thin layer of dust accumulated on the ground and on the table.
"It seems that all the monks in Shaolin Temple have escaped." Zu Qianqiu reached out and touched the incense stand in front of him. There was a lot of dust on his fingertips, and he frowned and said.
"Hmph!" Ji Wushi sneered and said, "These thieves are indeed as cunning as ghosts. I'm afraid that the holy aunt will be transferred to another place by them. Fortunately, the young master is very knowledgeable about things. Let's go, let's go to the place where the young master said
Everywhere.”
He sent a few people to the outside of the Shaolin Temple to invite others in, and he and the Yellow River Patriarch entered a corridor.
In fact, Ling Jing had been following Ji Wushi and others not far behind, almost following them, and entered the Shaolin Temple on the back foot. However, his Qinggong was much better than everyone else, so no one could find him.
's whereabouts.
"The Shaolin Temple has been evacuated. I just don't know where they hid Linglong." Ling Jing frowned and walked in the empty Shaolin Temple step by step. Blue light flashed in his eyes as he kept scanning the surrounding buildings, passing through the two buildings.
After entering the courtyard and reaching the back hall, suddenly, I stopped and looked at a wing in the northwest corner, and my expression changed.
"Why are they here?"
Ling Jing's heart sank, and he quickly ran outside the wing, kicked open the door, and rushed in.
There was a faint moaning sound in the room, and two old nuns were seen lying on the ground. One had a kind face, but his face was pale, as if he had died long ago. The other was tall, lying on his side on the ground, moaning weakly.
It came from her mouth.
"Master!" Ling Jing's feet swept forward, and he walked in front of the old nun, reaching out to help her up. It was Master Dingyi of the Hengshan Sect. As for the other old nun who had died, he was the leader of the Hengshan Sect.
Master Men Dingxian.
He really didn't expect to find these two people lying here, one dead and the other injured, in the Shaolin Temple, and his thoughts suddenly turned around.
"Master Dingyi, who hurt you?" Ling Jing saw that her breath was weak, so he stretched out his hand to feel for her pulse, and his face immediately darkened.
Master Dingyi's eyes opened slightly. After a while, there was finally a movement, and her lips moved slightly: "Ling...Ling Shaoxia...needle...embroidery...
..Needle......"
"Needle?" Ling Jing's expression changed, as if he had thought of something, and he quickly helped Master Dingyi sit on the ground, supporting her shoulders with one hand, and stepped directly in front of her.
"Master Tai, don't speak for now. I'll suck the hidden weapon out of your body first!"
Ling Jing knew in her heart that this old nun might not be able to hold on much longer. If the embroidery needle was allowed to stay inside her body, she would die within a few moments.
Master Dingyi nodded slightly, but could not say a word.
Ling Jing raised his right palm, with his fingers slightly bent. From the outside, he could not see where Master Dingyi was injured at all. He immediately drew the palm of his hand towards Master Dingyi's body and slowly moved his palm back.
"laugh!"
A small ray of silver light shot out from Master Dingyi's chest. A cold light flashed in Ling Jing's eyes, and he stretched out two fingers to clamp it.
Master Dingyi spat out a mouthful of blood and began to stagger.
Ling Jing did not dare to neglect, so he turned behind Master Dingyi, put one hand on her back, and injected his inner force into her body.
He poured his inner power into Master Dingyi's body with one hand, and held the silver needle in his right hand, holding it in front of his eyes. The silver needle was very small, just like an ordinary embroidery needle. It was expected that Master Dingxian must have died from this hidden weapon.
under.
This rare hidden weapon is obviously a master of the "Sunflower Book".
"Nowadays, there are many masters who practice the "Sunflower Book". Who did it?" Ling Jing frowned slightly, but as long as Master Dingyi gets better, he can find out more about this matter.
After about a while of making tea, white mist was already rising from Master Dingyi's head, like an auspicious cloud hanging over her head, making it look blurry.
"call!"
Ling Jing slowly stopped his efforts, and Master Dingyi's face was finally no longer as pale as before.
"Thank you, Master Ling, for saving my life." Master Dingyi stood up slowly, holding on to the edge of the bed. Looking at the body of Master Dingxian on the ground, grief and resentment appeared on her face again.
"Master, you're welcome." Ling Jing sighed and said thoughtfully: "Master, can you see clearly who attacked you?"
Master Dingyi turned around and looked at him with a very strange look, which made Ling Jing confused for a moment.
"It's Yue Buqun of the Huashan Sect, who was your former master." The face of Master Defining was full of unconcealable anger. After being silent for a long time, she finally said through gritted teeth.
"It's him." Ling Jing's expression moved, and then he was relieved. Yue Buqun had already begun to practice the "Evil Sword Manual", and the "Evil Sword Manual" and the "Sunflower Book" have the same source. The hidden weapon skills in them are almost the same. Yue Buqun
It’s not surprising that a group of people can learn such a vicious flying needle hidden weapon.
Ling Jing pondered for a moment and saw the anger on Master Dingyi's face, which was filled with inexplicable grief and anger. Soon after, he slowly shed tears towards the body of Master Dingxian.
"Master Tai, what are your plans in the future? Are you ready to reveal Yue Buqun's true face?"
Master Dingyi laughed miserably and said: "Mr. Yue of "Junzijian" has such a great reputation in the martial arts world. Even if I say that he will come out, I'm afraid no one will believe that the famous leader of the Huashan Sect is actually such a person.
What a despicable and sinister villain."
She looked at Ling Jing and sneered: "I'm afraid you don't believe it either, right?"
Ling Jing shook his head and said: "I know that Master Shitai did not lie about this matter, and I also know that the Lin family's "Evil Sword Manual" is now in Yue Buqun's hands."
Master Dingyi was slightly startled and said, "You said Yue Buqun practiced the "Evil Sword Manual"?"
Ling Jing nodded, Master Dingyi looked enlightened, and then he laughed and said: "So it turns out that Mr. Yue really had foresight. It turned out that he accepted the young man from the Lin family as his disciple in Hengshan City for someone else's sword manual.
" He sneered several times and sneered: "What a good plan!"
Ling Jing sighed silently when he saw Master Dingyi losing his composure frequently and looking a little crazy, which was completely inconsistent with the mentality of a monk. (To be continued...)
