nine thousand years old

Chapter 279 Despair and Panic (Fourth Change)

Whoa!
A group of people from all over the world, as well as many martial monks from Shaolin Temple, nearly a thousand people, led by the old monk Zhijue, walked down the mountain in a mighty way, and all the people drew their weapons out. With a sense of austerity, the turbulent evil spirit shattered the tranquility of the thousand-year-old temple.

Soon, everyone came to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, and at the same time, the black flying fish flag representing the supreme authority of Dongchang also appeared in the field of vision. The flag fluttered in the cold wind, and the black carriage stopped in front of the mountain gate with awe-inspiring aura.

And the countless Dongchang fanzi, gunmen, crossbowmen, etc., are all neatly arranged behind the black carriage, flying fish suits, embroidered spring knives, all awe-inspiring, and the atmosphere between heaven and earth has become particularly depressing .

"Amitabha!"

Zhijue led many people from the rivers and lakes to stand up, stepped forward two steps to the opposite side of the black carriage, clasped his hands together, with an unconcealable solemnity on his withered face, looked at the opposite side, and said in a low voice,

"The East Factory is here, what can I do?"

"Old bald donkey, are you finally willing to come out?"

The black carriage swayed slightly, and the black curtains moved without wind. Su Hanyun's figure suddenly flew out first, and appeared in front of Zhijue at a speed invisible to the naked eye. His white hair was flying, and his eyes were full of disdain and gloomyness. Sweeping across the wandering rivers and lakes, he said with a smile,

"Stop being a shrinking turtle?"

"donor!"

Zhijue's face was pitiful, neither happy nor sad, and said in a low voice,
"Shaolin Temple is a place outside the square, if it is not necessary, please..."

"It's so long-winded!"

Before Zhijue could finish speaking, Su Hanyun interrupted directly with a dark voice, sneered and hummed,

"Just like those old bald donkeys, the words are nonsense, nonsense, and I want to persuade our family to stop!"

"No fun!"

"Eunuch, don't talk so wildly!"

Seeing Su Hanyun's arrogance and arrogance, all the people in the world showed disdain and gloom on their faces, and some even stood up and shouted in a dark voice,
"Shaolin Temple is the Big Dipper of Jianghu Taishan, unlike other Jianghu sects, you want to play wild here, wishful thinking!"

"That's right, the Shaolin eminent monk is on the mountain, as long as you dare to do something disrespectful, today is your death day!"

"Even you, Dongchang, will die at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain!"

The gloomy voice was full of arrogance, and a group of people from the Jianghu yelled loudly. They were chased and killed by Dongchang for many days. They were like bereaved dogs. Everyone in the East Factory was killed, and they were depressed for many days.

"Ha ha……"

Su Hanyun looked at this scene with unconcealable disdain and contempt on his face. He naturally knew what these Jianghu people relied on. He sneered and said in a dark voice,
"Shaolin monk?"

"Could it be that you really think that someone can stop our family's footsteps?"

After the words fell, Su Hanyun waved directly behind him, and roared in a sinister voice,
"Qin Yuting, bring up the corpses of those eight old bald donkeys, and let them see if the so-called eminent monk they rely on is of any use!"

"Yes!"

Qin Yuting had an unconcealable solemnity on his face, and then rushed forward with a group of fans, who were carrying eight boards behind them, and the boards were covered with black cloth. All the people in Jianghu looked at it curiously.

Whoa!

Qin Yuting got off his horse and tossed the black cloth away. With a splash, the black cloth rolled over, revealing the things on the board. It turned out to be eight old monks with withered bodies, miserable faces, and no breath.

"Master?!"

All the people in Jianghu didn't know what was going on, they all looked at the old monk Zhijue, and saw that the old monk Zhijue's face turned extremely pale, shocked, and there was an indescribable expression of disbelief, he The body was in a trance for a while, and almost collapsed to the ground.

"Who is this..."

All the people in the world were even more puzzled, and at the same time, there was a slight premonition in their hearts because of it.

"Tell you the truth!"

"These eight old bald donkeys are what you call Shaolin eminent monks, and they are your reliance!"

Qin Yuting took two steps forward, with unconcealable disdain on his face, and sneered,
"These eight old bald donkeys were overwhelmed, and even assassinated the governor on the way. As a result, their skills were not as good as others, and they were killed by the governor!"

Whoa!

As soon as these words came out, the arrogance on the faces of all the people in the world disappeared immediately, and turned into unconcealable panic and fear. Are these eight corpses the accomplished monks of Shaolin Temple?Is it their reliance?is this real?

"Master Wisdom..."

After a moment of panic and stupor, people all looked at the old monk Zhijue. The latter looked extremely desperate, then slowly stepped forward, put his hands together, and knelt down under the eight corpses. He kowtowed heavily, whispered,
"Disciple, send master to heaven!"

"Amitabha!"

And following Zhijue's attitude, the disciples of Shaolin Temple all knelt down one after another, put their hands together, and recited the low and sad Buddhist gatha, the atmosphere between the heaven and the earth became extraordinarily dignified, depressing, and hard to conceal. dead silence.

A group of people in the world were completely desperate, and even became sluggish.

The act of wisdom has proved everything!
The eminent monks of Shaolin Temple, their so-called reliance, have been killed!
There was unconcealable panic and despair on their faces, and they almost didn't know what to do!

In this way, how can they deal with Dongchang's blade?
Zhijue knelt on the ground, with his forehead deeply pressed against the cold soil, and his heart was full of turbulent waves that could not be concealed. He finally understood why there was no movement in the Sutra Pavilion. It turned out that several masters had passed away!
The sadness on his face, he really didn't know what to do!
Today's Shaolin Temple has lost a few masters, and it is basically no different from the other six sects. Isn't it the fish of Dongchang?
The endless sadness spread out, and the world was dead silent for a while.

"Now, you Shaolin Temple, what confidence do you have to contend with our family?"

During the silence, Su Hanyun slowly took two steps forward, with an unconcealable gloomy and ruthless look on his face.

"This……"

A group of people from all walks of life watched this scene with unconcealable horror and panic on their faces. The Shaolin Temple's support was gone, and they had no chance to compete with Dongchang at all!
If you do it, it will be a dead end!
"Master, we surrender..."

"We also surrender, let us go..."

"what……"

After being dazed for a moment, people from all walks of life ran out of the crowd, their faces showed unconcealable despair and panic, and they knelt down in front of Su Hanyun one after another, the sound of wailing and panic almost resounded through the world .

Some Shaolin monks also showed hesitation on their faces.

"Ha ha……"

Su Hanyun looked at this scene with deep disdain on his face. He waved his hand and said with a sneer,
"surrender?"

"Our family does not accept surrender!"

"Our family is to make this Da Zhou territory, there will be no more rivers and lakes!"

(End of this chapter)