Ji Wushi and the Yellow River Patriarch brought thousands of people into the temple, but saw no one alive. They knew that the master's prediction was true. The monks of the Shaolin Temple had already evacuated, and what awaited him and others must be next.
There are countless traps.
Ji Wushi and the Yellow River Patriarch gathered the people who stayed outside the temple. Ji Wushi walked at the front, followed by the Yellow River Patriarch on the left and right. His face was cold and he led people directly to the outside of a side hall.
"Brother Ji, is this here?" Zu Qianqiu and others stopped and asked in a low voice.
The corridor and courtyard behind him were densely packed with figures. The heroes were all looking at the side hall with bewildered eyes, waiting for Ji Wushi to give orders.
Ji Wushi looked at the door of the side hall, his eyes flickering, he stretched out his hand to push open the two wooden doors, and held up a torch to shine. There was a statue of Maitreya Buddha enshrined in front of the side hall. The hall was empty, and there seemed to be nothing surprising about it.
Ji Wushi glanced around the palace a few times and said in a deep voice: "It should be right here. Master, I have no plans. Our trip up the mountain is just a bait. Once we find the tunnel to go down the mountain, it's time for us to fight back."
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The old man and Zu Qianqiu nodded, and the three of them called a dozen people behind them to come in, and walked straight to the Buddha statue.
"Move this Buddha statue away from me."
Ji Wushi said to the ten or so big men behind him. Although everyone didn't know what was going on, the deputy leader had given the order, so they naturally didn't dare to disobey him. He immediately jumped to the side of the Buddha statue, and the ten or so big men all exerted their strength together.
There was a harsh friction sound, and the Buddha statue moved slowly. Suddenly someone exclaimed: "Deputy leader, there is a big hole under this Buddha statue!"
More than ten strong men exclaimed in unison, but Ji Wushi and the other three laughed heartily.
"It's indeed true. Young Master said that there is a secret passage hidden in the Shaolin Temple. It can lead to the bottom of the mountain. If we don't encounter an ambush on the way up the mountain, we can naturally go down the mountain safely."
Ji Wushi nodded and said: "Young Master is really a god. I'm afraid even the monks in the Shaolin Temple don't know about this secret passage in the Shaolin Temple. Otherwise, the entrance must have been blocked early. But I don't know that Young Master is coming from
Where do I know the location of this secret passage?"
The old man laughed and said: "Young master has a wonderful plan. It is beyond our ability to guess. It's a pity that the saint aunt has been transferred away by them, which is really disappointing."
The three of them looked at each other, all a little helpless. Zu Qianqiu frowned and said: "We are now calculating with our minds and without our intentions. The defeat of the righteous path has become inevitable. We are afraid that in the end they will threaten the saint's life to force us.
Just give in, that's the most troublesome thing."
Ji Wushi also felt a little helpless in this regard. After all, the Saint Aunt was still in the opponent's hands, so his troops would inevitably use a trap to defeat all the righteous troops.
"Young Master will handle this matter. Let's let the brothers enter the tunnel first. Changes will happen later."
The other two people nodded, immediately called for the people outside the palace to come in, and entered the tunnel one by one.
Ji Wushi led two to three hundred people into the tunnel first, while the rest waited outside the hall first, and then went down the mountain in batches. The tunnel was dark and dusty, making people unable to help but cough.
Ji Wushi and others lit the torches, but they saw that the tunnel was slightly sloping downward and more than two feet wide. If it could be led all the way to the bottom of the mountain, it would be a huge project.
The group of people walked forward silently, and suddenly, a Zen staff fell on Zu Qianqiu's head.
Zu Qianqiu exclaimed and quickly turned sideways to avoid it. However, the Zen staff came too fast and he was unable to avoid it. He quickly raised the sword at his waist and blocked it.
There was a "clang" sound, sparks flew, and Zu Qianqiu took a stick. Although he had blocked it with a weapon, he was suddenly shocked by the force of the counterattack, and his chest was shaken, and a trace of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.
"What an amazing strength!"
At this big change, Ji Wushi and others quickly retreated. Only then did they see clearly that the iron rod was struck by an iron man who looked like gold but not gold. It seemed that he was not a living person, but a machine puppet controlled by Ji Kuo.
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Just now, Zu Qianqiu accidentally stepped on the mechanism on the ground, and the iron man was the first to attack him.
"Brother Zu, are you okay?" Ji Wushi asked in a deep voice when he saw Zu Qianqiu's shocked expression.
Zu Qianqiu shook his head and said: "This iron man is really powerful. If the Zen staff is knocked down, it will weigh as much as a thousand catties. Even I can't bear it."
Among the people on this road, his martial arts is already considered top-notch. If even he can't withstand this iron man, there are thousands of people behind him, and even one person can't even hope to survive.
Ji Wushi smiled slightly and said, "If we want to go down the mountain, we can't get past this Iron Man Formation."
Zu Qianqiu and the old man looked at each other, a little confused: "Brother Ji, I'm afraid it's not going to be easy."
Ji Wushi laughed and said, "I know it's not easy, but have you forgotten what the young master gave us before he went up the mountain?"
He reached out and took out a long sword from the bag on his back. The scabbard was engraved with a dragon-shaped pattern as dark as ink. He slowly pulled out the long sword, and a cold light flashed in the tunnel.
"It turns out that the young master also gave you his sword." The old man and Zu Qianqiu said in surprise.
Ji Wushi nodded, looked at the sword in his hand, and said: "Master, this sword cuts iron like mud. Although the iron man is amazingly strong, it is not a pile of ordinary iron after all, and his moves are dull. We are a few living people.
Isn’t it better than a pile of cold iron tools?”
"We just need to chop off the arms of these iron men later, and then everything will be safe."
"Brother Ji, this plan is very clever, haha!" The old man and Zu Qianqiu laughed in unison, then clasped their fists and said, "Then there is Brother Lao Ji."
Ji Wushi smiled slightly and walked forward with Ling Jing's "Ancient Dragon Sword". After taking a few steps, the stone slab under his feet suddenly sank. The stone wall on the left suddenly opened, and an iron man puppet held a black Zen staff and struck his ribs.
Although the moves are a bit stiff, the strength is really amazing and the speed is extremely fast.
Ji Wushi leaned back and raised his sword to slash at the iron Zen staff.
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The "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword" struck the iron Zen staff, and immediately cut off the Zen staff from the middle. The front section fell to the ground, making a loud "crash" sound.
"Haha, Master, this sword is indeed extraordinary!" Ji Wushi immediately became excited, took a step forward, and slashed at the iron man's arm with his sword.
The long sword cut through a line of silver light, and immediately cut off the Iron Man's arm to the ground. The Iron Man was only controlled by Ji Kuo. After losing his arms and weapons, he started moving around again, but he could no longer hurt anyone.
Everyone behind him was a little excited. They followed Ji Wushi. With the sharpness of the "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword", no iron man could withstand two moves in his hand, and his broken arms and limbs fell to the ground. (
