The monk in the martial arts world

Chapter 165 The Wild Valley Hermit
"Monk, what should we do now? Jin Yiwei fully cooperates!"

After leaving Shaolin Temple, Huixin took Li Chen back outside Luoyang City.

After Li Chen saw how powerful Hui Xin was, he seemed to have been conquered without any thought of going against Hui Xin.

Hui Xin shook her head and said, "It's okay for Jin Yiwei to inquire about the news. If you want to participate in the war, it's almost a dream. The devil is not a simple one. You can go to the capital and report the things here to Dugu Chen, let him be more careful, I am always afraid that the devil will go to the capital to cause chaos, if the capital is in chaos, the whole world will be over!"

Li Chen asked hesitantly, "God monk, can you tell me what the origin of that devil is, and why he is so powerful!"

"I don't know, I can only confirm that he is from a higher plane. Of course, this is not what you should know now! Go!"

After driving away Li Chen who was still nagging, Huixin thought for a while, and decided to go to Du Ge for a round first, and see if he could sense Wuming's position.

Close your eyes, but you can't feel the fluctuations from the jade pendant. It's really strange. If it's not lost, then something happened!
"It seems that the poor monk underestimated you and planned to take the initiative to attack and defeat them one by one, but do you think that the poor monk will not be able to find you?"

With a cold snort, Huixin moved in a small area, and followed the route to Wudang Mountain, feeling the innate aura along the way.

She was still like a headless chicken, unable to find any useful breath at all, but Huixin breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of her heart.

Since we can't find it, we should wait at the gate of Wudang Mountain for the time being, then the devil might not attack Wudang.

It cannot be restrained, but at least the tragedy can be prevented.

Judging from the current situation of the Luoyang village, the devil seems to have a sorcery that can absorb people's souls, which makes Huixin afraid.

And I don't know which plane he came from, so I can't be sure and find a weakness.

Wudang Mountain is quiet and peaceful, and there is no weird situation.

After Huixin scanned with her heavenly eyes, she didn't find any formation illusion, which means that Wudang is not in danger for the time being, but it doesn't rule out that the devil is hiding around.

Huixin hates the situation where the enemy is dark and we are clear.

Although Wuming took some of his disciples away, Wudang Mountain is still a famous sect, and there are quite a few elite disciples from the sect.

"Amitabha, is the head of Mingling here?"

Huixin uttered the Buddha's name in a low voice, appeared outside the Wudang Mountain Gate in vain, and asked the Taoist boy guarding the gate.

"It turned out to be a divine monk, please come in!"

The two Taoist boys looked at each other with a trace of admiration in their eyes, and politely invited Huixin to enter.

Huixin asked in a deep voice, "Wudang Mountain, has anything weird happened recently?"

"Excuse me, the monk, we don't know, you should ask the master!"

Dao Tong shook his head, a little at a loss.

Seeing this, Huixin didn't speak, but followed Daotong up the mountain.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the bell of Wudang Mountain rang, and some second-generation disciples followed behind Mingling, outside the Zhenwu Hall, and lined up to welcome Huixin's arrival.

"Wudang Mingling, meet the lord!"

Mingling slapped his head, and the Wudang disciples behind him also bowed to Huixin.

Huixin waved her hand and said, "The poor monk came to Wudang this time, and there is something to do, but we can't tell until Wuming arrives. Has anything weird happened to you recently?"

Mingling was a little dazed and said, "Why did the lord make such a statement? Could it be that something happened in Jianghu? Unknown master once sent a letter with a pigeon, and he has already explained all the recent things!"

"That's not the point. A big event happened in Luoyang, the devil was causing trouble, and Shaolin was almost destroyed. I believe you don't know about it. Now the poor monk is on the way here, and he can't feel your uncle's breath. This is a bit weird. so"

Ming Ling revealed a look of shock, and murmured, "Shaolin was almost destroyed, so what do you think, leader?"

"Yes, the poor monk was afraid that Wudang would follow in the footsteps of Shaolin, so he came to help. Although the devil was injured, he had a strange formation to help him. Ordinary people can't tell the truth from the fake. Since Wudang is fine, it's hard to guarantee that The devil will not come suddenly, you can't resist it!"

Mingling was thoughtful, but also looked at Huixin with gratitude.

"Well, lord, Mingling knows someone who is very good at calculating the secrets of the sky. He has a good relationship with me in Wudang. According to his seniority, the poor will call him uncle. Why don't you ask him to peep at the secrets and see if he can find them?" The devil follows the foot?"

"Oh? There is such an expert, that poor monk will have to see it, but where is he?"

Mingling waved the Buddha dust and said with a smile, "I just settled down in the deep stream of the wild valley, only half a day away from Wudang, but this person is proficient in the five elements and gossip, and he is more pedantic about heaven and man, but he has a bad temper, please don't mind the monk. "

"The poor monk understands that the master always has some temper. It's okay. Let's go. You give this jade pendant to the left-behind disciple. If there is something abnormal or if you come back without a name, let him crush the jade pendant!"

Mingling casually handed the jade pendant to a Taoist priest beside him, and said, "Qingfeng, you and your disciples stay here to wait for the unknown patriarch, and the rest follow the poor Taoist!"

Hui Xin nodded, Ming Ling's arrangement is right, if the devil strikes, he can also protect all the disciples, otherwise they will be wiped out, it will be nothing.

Mingling led his outstanding disciples, and walked with Huixin, crossing mountains and forests, and arrived at the destination in just half a day.

The surrounding environment is very beautiful, but it is a good place for self-cultivation. Deep in the dense forest, there is a hidden valley among the low bushes. The clear spring trickles from the lake, and the fragrance of birds and flowers is very peaceful and peaceful.

"Uncle Daoyuan, please come out and tell me! Mingling has something to ask!"

Not continuing to move forward, Mingling explained in a low voice, "Further forward, it is the secluded place of Uncle Daoyuan. He doesn't like outsiders to set foot here, so please forgive me."

Huixin Tianyan suddenly opened, and the scenery in front of him changed a little. It turned out to be a naturally formed formation, which was very mysterious.

"No problem! The poor monk can afford to wait!"

I just heard a poem and said, "Whoever realizes the big dream first, I will be free in my life!"

A white-haired Taoist priest, wearing a gray and white gossip Taoist robe, with loose hair, a gourd of wine hanging from his waist, a compass in his left hand and a Buddha dust in his right hand, walked out of the valley slowly.

He yawned, and only heard the Taoist say, "Mingling, if you don't have anything to go to the Three Treasures Hall, you are not practicing in Wudang, why are you looking for me?"

The half-open eyes suddenly saw Huixin, and they froze for a moment, then their eyes lit up, as if seeing some rare and peerless treasure, they put the compass in their arms, Buddha dust behind their backs, and rubbed their hands together. Rubbing his hands together, he asked, "Who are you? Mingling, why did you bring outsiders to find me!"

(End of this chapter)