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Cao Zhe realized that he was saved by Huang Xiang's white eagle. He raised his head and said to the white eagle in midair, "Thank you, my friend! Thank you, Huang Xiang, too!"

"One more question... are you a competitor?"

Bai Diao didn't respond, and Cao Zhe couldn't see Bai Diao's eyes either.

"If yes, call twice, if not, call once." Cao Zhe continued.

The white eagle continued not to respond.

Cao Zhe sighed, and then said to Bai Diao, "Then put me down in the woods ahead, and then go find your master! She needs you more than I do."

Boo!

This time, Bai Diao made a sound and responded.

It seems to be praising Cao Zhe for being sensible and upright.

Then Bai Diao dropped a little distance, and then threw Cao Zhe directly from midair.

"Damn it...it's too high!" Cao Zhe yelled, while performing body skills again and again, turning several times in mid-air to achieve the effect of slightly relieving his strength.

Even so, Cao Zhe still felt pain in his feet when he landed. Fortunately, he was healthy and permanent, and soon the pain disappeared, and he was in full condition.

After a little identification of the direction, Cao Zhe rushed towards Shaolin Temple.

At this time, the large army that besieged Cao Zhe in the forest was about to return to the temple, only a small number of them were still wandering in the forest.

Cao Zhe breathed calmly, then suppressed the depression in his heart, flew across the treetops, stood on a high branch, and continued to use his taunting scheme against the 'bald army' below.

"Hey! Are you running away?"

"That's right! After all, you are monks, you have cut off three thousand threads of trouble, and you don't have greed, anger, ignorance, resentment, and jealousy. In this case... I will give each of you a set of women's clothing, and you should be happy to accept it!" Cao Zheshen After taking a breath, he sarcastically said loudly.

The monks raised their heads and saw Cao Zhe, the 'bastard'.

Some monks who had a bad temper and were full of anger immediately started yelling and cursing.

Although monks have to practice eloquence, monks can violate the precepts, and monks in the precepts can pretend not to hear.

Rounding up...they didn't break the precept.

For the first time, Cao Zhe knew that monks could also swear...and their vocabulary was good.

Maybe there is a business need!

That's hard to say.

"I don't like women's clothing!"

"It's okay, I'll give you a few sets of egg beaters! Anyway, it's useless to keep them, and it will affect your practice. Just smash them all, and then concentrate on practicing. In the future, you will become a Buddha and a Bodhisattva or an arhat. You don't need to thank me. It's what I should do." Cao Zhe didn't care about those swear words, this kind of simple physical output can't even break the defense.

"Hit him!" A monk from the Arhat Academy shouted angrily, holding a cane stick and throbbing with veins all over his body.

The remaining large number of monks have responded to the call and began to surround Cao Zhe.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Cao Zhe naturally turned around and wanted to run away.

"Don't chase! He's showing his tongue, and you are also angry?"

"Eating vegetarian food and reciting Buddha's name on weekdays is all useless work?" A great monk from Prajna Hall scolded, preventing the team from being scattered.

"Don't worry about him, just let him talk, a little insult, what's the point?" said the great monk.

The group of monks was aggrieved, but they still organized their teams and continued to return to the temple.

"Don't go!"

"Go back and you're all dead!"

"The old monk in the temple is using you as a bargaining chip to count the death of Emperor Wudi of Dayue, and he will just go back to the temple and wait for death!" Cao Zhe shouted loudly.

At this point he had to tell the truth.

Although he is also very sure, these monks will not believe it at all.

Sure enough, the team was still moving forward, and some monks even showed sarcasm and disdain on their faces.

The so-called inseparable relatives.

To them, Cao Zhe was at best a stranger, if not an enemy.

And the old monks in those temples are their benevolent ancestors and elders. How can they believe that the elders will deceive and betray them?

"Left and right are just a cup of tea, why don't you believe me...wait a little longer?" Cao Zhe shouted.

"Bodhisattvas and Bodhisattvas will not punish you for missing a day's morning class. But if you go to die like this and die tragically under the conspiracy of evil thieves, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas will cry instead." Cao Zhe shouted, Against the backdrop of the silently advancing team, it looked extremely powerless.

Gliding over like a big bird, the old monk Xinyuan stood aside, looking at Cao Zhe coldly and ironically.

He didn't attack Cao Zhe for the time being.

It seems that Cao Zhe wants to see the tragedy happen with his own eyes, and then despair.

Suddenly, accompanied by a sudden roar, there was a dazzling red light in the direction of Shaolin Temple not far away.

Moments later, there was a huge roaring explosion, and the wind and waves that were set off even swept into the forest and knocked down some trees.

Boom...!

There was an earth-shaking sound.

The whole earth seems to be being torn apart.

And then... With Shaolin Temple as the core, the dazzling explosion light is opening up everywhere under the night!

The flower of evil's destruction blooms in the land of Buddha for many years.

The Tathagata in the Daxiong Hall collapsed in the artillery fire, and the Arhat murals in the Arhat Hall were also shattered into debris.

All the monks who quickly returned to Shaolin Temple stopped their steps one after another, their whole bodies were dull and cold.

Chapter 25 Fighting Xinyuan Again

The roaring artillery fire, the collapsed pavilions, and the sculptures of the pagodas, from a distance, look like a flower of destruction blooming in the dark night before dawn.

Those ancient buildings, the legends that were once talked about, all looked fragile and vulnerable to this devastating attack.

Some figures rose and fell amidst the roaring artillery fire, crazily fleeing from the collapsing and destroying Buddhist pure land.

But in the secret passage deep in the underground of Shaolin Temple, Shaolin abbot Tianming heard the faint sound of gunfire, and stopped in his tracks.

"Earlier!"

"How could it be ahead of time?" Tianming thought a lot at the moment.

His face also became very ugly.

The world is like a hunting ground. When he aimed at the prey, some people also regarded him as the prey.

The violent shaking in the secret passage made Tian Ming's expression even uglier.

If he had waited for the shelling of the mountain gate according to the originally agreed time, he would have already led a group of subordinates and escaped from Shaoshi Mountain.

However, the advance of the bombardment caused instability in the structure in the tunnel.

The constantly falling sand and gravel and the occasional broken beams and columns gave Tianming a very bad premonition.

He couldn't help but accelerate a lot under his feet.

The entire fleeing team, which was not too large, was also ordered by him to form a group of two people and take turns rushing to clear the way in front of them. When encountering broken stones and wooden beams that blocked the way, they violently pushed them away and smashed them.

Outside the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, a large number of Shaolin monks trembled uncontrollably.

Under the bombardment of the panic-like cannon fire, even those monks who had accomplished their cultivation felt the fragility of mortals like ants.

In fact, such a peerless warrior like Wu Xiang, who has almost stood at the top of the martial arts world and pushed the golden bell cover to level 36, cannot resist the ground-washing attack of artillery fire.

It is not a concept to be able to resist artillery, and to resist many artillery.

"He...he...he...!" A monk pointed at Cao Zhe, as if he wanted to say something, but his tongue didn't work at all.

The group of monks is slowly retreating, because the area covered by the artillery fire is slightly expanding...or those who spread the artillery array between the foot of the mountain and the surrounding mountains do not want to leave too many fish that slip through the net, In this way, 'make up the knife' again.

"What are you still doing?"

"Leave quickly, and then run for your life in all directions!" Cao Zhe shouted, waking up the crowd.

All the monks, big and small, suddenly realized.

Except for a few monks who ran away for a few steps, then suddenly gritted their teeth and turned around, and ran towards the temple covered by gunfire, most of the monks, as Cao Zhe said, began to disperse and retreat frantically.

Seeing the monks running for their lives, Cao Zhe let out a long breath.

Although the Shaolin Temple was blown into ruins in this battle, and it was inevitable that many monks died in it, he had already managed to save it to the greatest extent.

These monks are scattered all over the rivers and lakes, which is natural evidence.

Only the buildings of Shaolin were destroyed, not the entire sect. Hope and fire were left behind, and the truth will also be spread.

The conspiracy of the Skinhead Society, if not completely broken, was at least half broken.

Cao Zhe was about to leave together, but was blocked.

"They can go, but you can't!" Xinyuan stopped Cao Zhe. At this moment, this old monk who didn't look like a good person at all, looked even more like a ghost under the light and shadow of the cannon fire.

Cao Zhe quickly distanced himself from him, and then said: "The old monk is so unreasonable. Could it be that I set off the fireworks?"

"Whoever breaks your agreement, why don't you just go to them?"

Xin Yuan said: "They want to look for it, you... deserve to die too!"

After finishing speaking, he slapped Cao Zhe with a palm, and Cao Zhe had nowhere to evade.

"careful!"

"I'll come to help you!" A group of sharp-eyed monks discovered the conflict between Cao Zhe and Xinyuan.

The stick monks holding rattan sticks formed a stick formation and quickly surrounded Xinyuan.

Although Cao Zhe did not explain all the causes and consequences, the monks were not all fools.

Seeing is believing, isn't it clear who is helping them sincerely and who is harboring ulterior motives?

"Only by you?" Xin Yuan snatched a rattan stick, and changed hands to cast the one hundred and eight way mad magic wand.

There are many shadows of sticks and sticks. These monks who had escaped originally did not escape the catastrophe this time.

When Xinyuan violently pulled the stick, these stick monks who were far behind Xinyuan in terms of strength and internal strength all died with their heads cracked and their bones collapsed.

Several great monks from Shaolin who have no previous generation also surrounded Xinyuan.

One of them even turned around and said to Cao Zhe: "Nephew Junbao! You are a good boy... We misunderstood you, and we will make things difficult for you. You leave quickly, this old devil... I will stop you."

"stop?"

"It's up to you...what are you going to do to stop me?" Xin Yuan held the cane stick full of blood and smiled ferociously.

Afterwards, like a tiger joining a flock of sheep, he killed the few unlettered monks.

These great monks can more or less know Shaolin's unique skills, and they are second-rate masters at worst in the arena.

However, the old monk Xinyuan is currently the highest-ranking elder in Shaolin. Although he is specialized in a few unique skills and does not dabble too much, he has a more or less understanding of other unique skills in Shaolin.

He is very clear about the weaknesses and flaws in the methods of these great monks.

Therefore, as soon as you hand it over, it is like a tiger entering a herd of sheep.

No matter how brave those great monks without characters are, they are not their enemies.

Cao Zhe did not retreat as he said, but kept beating the side drums and playing outfield.

Using branches and plants as hidden weapons, he used the method of pushing clouds to interfere with the monk Xinyuan.

It just doesn't work well.

The opponent is protected by Vajra Indestructible Kungfu, and the Vajra Stellar Qi circulating throughout his body is round and thick, and he can't even break the defense with simple means.

Only a strong internal force of more than sixty years old must be used for a strong attack, so that it is possible to shake off the protective energy and injure the viscera.

Or there are magical weapons that cut iron like mud, as a booster attack.

Just at this difficult time, in the collapsed ruins of Shaolin, monk Jueyuan carried two boxes of scriptures and jumped out quickly.

Cao Zhe was wondering why the monk Jueyuan didn't leave the temple and stay away from the range of the artillery bombardment, but it turned out that the bookworm was trying to save the scriptures.

As for whether Cao Zhe was worried that Jueyuan was in danger, that's not too much.