Xia do not stay

Chapter 401: There Are Demons in Shaolin Temple?
A few days later, early in the morning.

Yuzhou, Shaoshi Mountain.

With the ringing of the loud bell, this holy place of Buddhism, which has gone through thousands of years, ushered in a new day again.

The monks, with their upper bodies bare and their bronze-colored skin exposed, were running deftly over the stone pier in the stream with buckets in their hands.

The little novice monks in blue monk robes looked at them enviously, and then they were dragged by the master to chant scriptures and pay homage to Buddha and do morning classes.

Shaolin Temple is simple and profound, quiet and peaceful.

Except for the dark cloud that lingers on the top.

"That cloud is really evil. I asked Master, and Master said it was just a normal change in the sky."

"Normal? There has been thunder and no rain for many days in a row, and there is no one under the mountain. Is this normal?"

"I think there must be something tricky, otherwise the abbot wouldn't suddenly announce the closure of the mountain!"

……

Several Shaolin monks were discussing in low voices.

The leading middle-aged monk glared at them. He was tall and majestic, with muscles like scales. He looked extremely powerful, and immediately made the group of young monks shut their mouths.

Just as the middle-aged monk was about to reprimand him, a young monk suddenly ran over and shouted, "Uncle Wuxiang, it's not good, there are a group of people at the foot of the mountain who want to force their way into Shaolin. Arhat!"

The expression of the middle-aged monk, Master Wuxiang changed.

As the chief seat of Jiangmoyuan, Wuxiang knows some inside information, and also knows why the abbot suddenly ordered the closure of the mountain. This matter involves Shaolin's thousand-year foundation, and no one else can covet it!
"The abbot asked you to set up a formation of eighteen bronze arhats at the foot of the mountain. Only those who have broken through this formation can go up the mountain."

Wuxiang moved his eyes and nodded.

The Eighteen Bronze Man Arhat formation is a first-class formation in Shaolin, and it is not weaker than Wudang's Zhenwu Seven-section formation. It seems that the abbot's move is not to let those people from the rivers and lakes go up the mountain.

……

At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, in an ordinary teahouse.

Gu Yang wears a bamboo hat and puts on an ordinary blue cloth. With his profound skills hidden inside, his whole person becomes unpretentious, like an ancient tree in the mountains, lush and green, with the circulation of breath, he has naturally merged with the heaven and the earth. .

When others glance at him, they will subconsciously ignore him, just like you don't care about a grass or a flower by the roadside.

Gu Yang walked into the teahouse, and found that there was a storyteller here, and what's more coincidentally, it was about his beheading of Meng Chixing and Er Riti some time ago.

"It's said that the Martial God Gu Yang came out of the rivers and lakes again, and he happened to meet Meng Chixing who was doing evil outside Yunzhou City. Everyone, what kind of person is Meng Chixing? It was eaten up, not even the baby was spared!"

Those who listened to the book were all filled with righteous indignation and clenched their fists.

"Then Gu Daxia will definitely deal with him!"

someone shouted.

The storyteller nodded and smiled: "That's inevitable. It's too late to say it, but Gu Daxia slashed it out with a single blow, and there will be wind and thunder..."

Gu Yang couldn't help shaking his head and laughing when he heard this, it was obviously a one-shot matter, and he insisted on talking about three hundred rounds of the battle, the sky was dark, the sun and the moon were dark.

But the people who listened to it liked this set the most, and they were full of enthusiasm and passion.

"Gu Daxia killed well!"

"As expected of a Martial God, he killed two great masters of Meng Yuan in a row!"

"I heard that Shaolin Buddhist disciple Jingxin is Gu Daxia's sworn brother, why don't we visit him? Maybe we can meet Gu Daxia!"

"Shaolin has closed the mountain. It is said that there are evil spirits, and the mountain has been covered with dark clouds for several days!"

"Hehe, it's really rare, what kind of evil spirits dare to provoke the monks of Shaolin Temple?"

……

After Mr. Storyteller finished speaking, the people below talked a lot.

Gu Yang sipped tea quietly by himself, while listening to everyone's words, he got a lot of useful information.

For example, Shaolin is now closed.

Still making troubles?

After thinking about it, he decided to go up the mountain to pay a visit to the master Xuankong himself. If Lei Dao is really in Shaolin, then he will find a way to change it.

Or peerless martial arts, or a promise.

I believe that even Shaolin Temple will seriously consider it.

What's more, the relationship between Gu Yang and Shaolin is very good, not to mention anything else, Jing Xin is his fifth younger brother, and the monk Xuanji is also an elder he respects, I believe the two will speak for him.

Just when Gu Yang was thinking secretly, a woman's voice sounded, with a trace of disgust.

"Brother Tian, ​​let's sit here."

A man and a woman sat next to Gu Yang. It turned out that the teahouse was already full, leaving only Gu Yang's table with room.

The woman was charming, wearing gold and silver, and even the scabbard in her hand was inlaid with several bright sapphires.

The man was dressed in white, handsome in appearance, playing with a folding fan in his hand, with a somewhat haughty expression on his face.

These two people looked like they were from aristocratic families, and there was an old man behind him. The old man had a deep breath, a long breath, full of air, and he looked like a master.

But even this kind of master can only stand behind them and be willing to be a servant.

The two became the focus of everyone's attention for a while.

Gu Yang frowned slightly, and the two of them sat directly at his table without asking him a question.

Although the tables in this teahouse were meant for people to sit on, the two of them were a little impolite.

But Gu Yang didn't want to say anything, he just drank his tea by himself.

Unexpectedly, when the woman saw that he was dressed in common clothes, her eyes became even more disgusted. She sat a little further away from Gu Yang and covered her nose.

It seems that Gu Yang has an unpleasant smell on his body.

In fact, Gu Yang has cultivated into a golden body of glazed glass, and has already begun to shed his mortal body. His spinal cord is like mercury, his flesh and blood are like pulp, with a strange fragrance, and a drop of blood is comparable to precious medicine.

On the contrary, this woman's body was extremely fragrant, and there was also a very subtle underarm odor, which made people sick to the stomach.

Snapped!
A piece of silver was thrown in front of Gu Yang, almost falling into Gu Yang's tea bowl.

The woman frowned and said, "I think you've had enough to drink, and you're rewarded with this ingot of silver, hurry up and go!"

It seemed that staying with an ordinary person for a second longer would make her feel like a fire, which was unbearable.

Gu Yang glanced at Yinzi, ignored it, and continued to drink tea leisurely.

"Hey, why is this woman like this?"

A Jianghu man stood up and reprimanded, but the next moment, the cold light flickered, and the sound of the sword sounded.

The woman has sheathed her sword.

And the clothes on the chest of the Jianghu man were cut by the long sword, faintly carved into the shape of plum blossoms.

Everyone gasped suddenly.

"The Plum Blossom Excalibur of Jiangnan Jade Sword Gate!"

"Grandmaster Plum Blossom masters both hands and swords, these two could not be his disciples!"

Hearing everyone's exclamation, the woman was very proud.

At this time, the man in white also moved, he cupped his fists at Gu Yang and said: "This brother is shocked, my junior sister is arrogant, and often does not tolerate mediocre people in her eyes, please don't blame me!"

He said he was sorry, but even a fool could hear the contemptuous air and the arrogance of his words.

Gu Yang didn't speak, and didn't take the money, he turned and left.

The two showed a smile, once the name of Jade Sword Sect in the south of the Yangtze River came out, it was sure to be all right.

The woman grunted.

"What a wimp, this kind of person, even if he has a child, the child is also a wimp, and he will be worthless all his life."

Gu Yang stopped suddenly.

(Thanks to the book friend 20170728232337405 for the reward, love!)
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