Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 234 Shaolin Temple is building a cottage?

Huang Lin turned sideways and stretched out his right hand towards the table where Fei Ming and the others were sitting.

The table moved over with a "swish", but the wine, soup and vegetables on the table fell straight to the ground, mixed with the blood of the corpse on the ground.

After a few more strokes, the four stools were placed neatly.

"Little Er, drink up!"

"Come on, come on, guest officer!"

Little World War II stood up from the counter tremblingly.

Huang Lin waved his sleeves, sat down straight, then looked at Qiao Feng and said lightly:

"Nine Wings, tell Leader Qiao and all the friends in Jianghu."

"Yes! Son!"

The Taoist in the blue robe is none other than Nine Wings.

Then he saw the thin and unconscious man in his hand go down to the ground, clasped his fists and gave a round bow.

"The Nine Wings of the Poor Dao, I have met all my friends!"

"A friend must have recognized this person. It was Young Master Shen who slipped out during the fight with Fei Ming and others just now."

As he spoke, he kicked the skinny man on the ground who had woken up but was still pretending to be dizzy, threatening:

"If you play dead again, you will be dead in a while! Anyway, you already have a living."

"Don't don't. Hero, spare your life, hero, spare your life!"

The thin man turned over and fell to his knees, trembling.

"My lord, your wine. Wine."

Holding the drink, Xiao Er walked up to Huang Lin, swallowed, and wanted to bury his head in his chest.

Huang Lin took it, waved his hand casually, then turned to Qiao Feng and said:

"Master Qiao, why don't you come over for a drink and listen to the story?"

"Hmph! Qiao wants to see what's going on!"

Qiao Feng walked over without saying a word.

Seeing this, Huang Lin gave Jiu Yi a look, and saw Jiu Yi kicked the skinny man again:
"Ma Xiaobao, right? Tell me everything you know, I'll give you a good time, otherwise, look at this one."

Ma Xiaobao secretly saw the miserable appearance of the big man just now, upon hearing this, he immediately said:

"The little one can say anything, say anything!"

"The younger one is Fei Ming's confidant. The identity of the master was exposed just now, so the younger one went to the Changlong Martial Arts Hall in the city to hire someone."

Seeing this, Jiu Yi pointed to the man whose limbs were broken and asked:

"That's the one who shouted, right?"

"This man is a disciple of Shaolin laymen, and the owner of Lin Chenglin of Changlong Martial Arts in the west of the city."

In the crowd, whoever spoke up and reported the identity of the big man.

"Thank you, brother!"

Jiu Yidang bowed in the direction of the voice with his fists cupped, then kicked Xiaobao Ma, and continued:
"go on!"

"Yes Yes."

In order not to be punished, Ma Xiaobao knew everything and said everything.

Because of his ability to come and go, and his cleverness, he can be regarded as the No. [-] master in Zhenshanzhai, plus Fei Ming and others are obviously Shaolin disciples and will not stay in the village, so Ma Xiaobao is usually in charge.

This time when they came to Dengfeng, Fei Ming and others wanted to gain some fame as Shaolin disciples, so they didn't sit with Ma Xiaobao.

When the identities of Fei Ming and the others were revealed, Ma Xiaobao knew the seriousness of the matter, and remembered that Fei Ming had said earlier that if something happened, he could invite his brother Lin Cheng from Changlong Martial Arts, so he hurriedly invited him over.

As for whether Lin Cheng knew the identities of Fei Ming's three bandits, he didn't know.

Ma Xiaobao's voice was not loud, but at this time the hall was extremely quiet, and everyone upstairs and downstairs could hear clearly.

After he finished speaking, the identity of Fei Ming and the other three as the heads of the township village was almost forsaken.

Qiao Feng's face was ugly, and he argued forcefully:
"The origin of Ma Xiaobao is unknown, and it remains to be verified how credible what he said!"

This remark caused a lot of approval from the onlookers.

"That's right, if you catch someone casually, you can say that they are the accomplices of those dead people. All the lay disciples in Shaolin Temple are dead. Why don't you just throw dirty water around?"

"Yes, yes, that child is too murderous."

"How could Shaolin Temple do such a thing?"

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Huang Lin turned the wine cup in his hand, turned his head and took a look, and the court immediately fell silent.

He repelled Qiao Feng with an overwhelming force just now, but his current deterrence is still quite strong.

"Jiu Yi, stop Lin Cheng's bleeding, drag him here, don't let him bleed to death."

After finishing speaking, Huang Lin turned his head to look at Qiao Feng and continued:
"Whether it's true or not, just ask Lin Cheng and you'll know? Is his identity as a Shaolin lay disciple okay?"

Hearing this, Qiao Feng was stunned.

This Lin Cheng was beaten by Shen Jie to the point of being out of shape, how could he still confess honestly?

But when he looked up, he saw Huang Lin's confident face, and he was also curious, so he pretended to be angry and said:

"Hmph! Brother Lin was injured like this by your apprentice, you still want to torture him?"

"Hehe. Huang just asked a few words."

The corners of Huang Lin's mouth turned up slightly, looking at Lin Cheng who was in a coma with a pained expression on his face, he casually injected a burst of true energy.

The person woke up slowly, moaning still in his mouth.

This Lin Cheng is also a man. After waking up, he endured the severe pain and glanced around. When he saw Ma Xiaobao who was kneeling on the ground, his pupils tightened, and then he looked at Huang Lin fiercely and shouted:

"This is Mount Song, how dare you kill my fellow Shaolin here! Just wait, the eminent monks in the temple will definitely arrest you!"

"Hehe. Lin Chenglin, the owner, right?"

Huang Lin leaned down to look at Lin Cheng's eyes, and there was a strange light in his pupils.

Just because of the angle, no one in the field saw this scene.

"Yes, it is Lin! How are you doing?!"

"I heard that Master Lin's Changlong martial arts gym is in the west of Dengfeng City?"

"Not bad!"

"The owner of Lin is a disciple of Shaolin layman?"

"Yes"

"Fei Ming and others are also Shaolin lay disciples?"

"Yes, they are all from Shaolin."

After several questions in succession, Qiao Feng felt chills all over his body.

Obviously, Lin Cheng in front of him was still gnashing his teeth, wishing to eat Huang Lin's flesh and blood.

But after a few simple questions, the tone became more and more peaceful!

What's more, the other party will answer whatever you ask, what the hell!
As Huang Lin asked questions one after another, apart from the conversation between the two of them, nothing could be heard.

The faces of the people watching the excitement were also not very good-looking.

One is that Huang Lin's method is too outrageous, which makes them a little creepy.

The other is that as the problem deepens, they know a lot of secrets!

There is no doubt that Fei Ming and Lin Cheng are lay disciples of Shaolin Temple.

And the three heads of the cottage in Yahuling Town are really the three of Fei Ming!

As for Lin Cheng, he was in charge of collecting the money from the cottage, and not only from this cottage.

In the territory of Henan Prefecture, there are also three cottages, which will hand over the money to him every year, and then he will hand it over collectively.

This one alone made the Jianghu people in the hall paralyzed.

Is Shaolin Temple really building a cottage in secret? !
But the question that followed made them unsure.

Then I heard Huang Lin ask:

"Who are you in contact with in Shaolin? To whom have you handed over the money?"

Lin Cheng who was lying on the ground replied blankly:

"At first, a secret letter came from the temple asking me to take over this task. The money has been kept in Heiyan Mountain not far north of Songshan Mountain."

So, the clue ends here?

(End of this chapter)