The Heavens: Falling Ink From Douluo

Chapter 640 Anonymous Old Monk
"Why did this donor say such a thing!"

Xuanci looked displeased.

He finally told the truth.

It was also refuted by others.

Isn’t it clear to the client whether Murong Bo is dead or not: “Murong Donor was secretly wounded due to the battle at Yanmen Pass. On the day of his burial, not only was he present, but many fellow Jianghu people were also present. In full view of everyone, Murong Donor Murong was buried. Can you still come back from the dead?"

Xuanci didn't believe it, but Xiao Yuanshan did.

Not only Xiao Yuanshan believed it, but Qiao Feng also believed it.

Not to mention Huang Rong and the other girls.

Therefore, Xiao Yuanshan did not talk nonsense to Xuanci, rolled up his sleeves expressionlessly, and said to Lin Chaoci: "Little friend, just say it, leave everything else to your Uncle Xiao and me, and keep it safe from these old monks. Even if I hurt you even if there is an accident, I will bear any responsibility for Uncle Xiao, just say it!"

"The Sutra Pavilion."

Lin Chaoci's words caused an uproar.

He was telling the truth.

But these monks in Shaolin Temple didn't believe it.

Who doesn’t know the saying “The world’s martial arts originated from Shaolin”?

Inside the Sutra Pavilion are the Shaolin martial arts classics!
Who knows if you outsiders are using the banner of "Murong Bo is not dead" just to steal my Shaolin 72 stunts?

Forget about other places.

As long as Xiao Yuanshan doesn't cause trouble, let him investigate.

Compared with temporary humiliation, Shaolin Temple's thousand-year reputation is more important.

However, the Sutra Pavilion is the foundation of Shaolin Temple!
Even if you are a member of your own family, you have to go through layers of checks before going to study.

How can outsiders be allowed to visit?

However, Xiao Yuanshan showed an expression of sudden realization. This time, he didn't even ask for confirmation. He gritted his teeth and said: "It turns out it's him..."

"Father, have you seen him?"

Qiao Feng's eyes widened in disbelief.

As soon as Xiao Yuanshan's words came out, it was clear that the two had met before.

Xiao Yuanshan did not hide anything and refused to say it. Even if it was not a good thing, he said truthfully: "My father once practiced quietly in the Sutra Pavilion for decades, just to find out the truth about the murder of our family." Ominous, but the clues were cut off when the old monk Xuanci was investigated, and nothing was gained over the years. It happened to be more than ten years ago that a masked master sneaked into the Sutra Pavilion, and his father even interacted with him. After a fight, martial arts and being a father were equally important. Concerned about the reaction of the Shaolin Temple, the father and he gave up and read the books separately, practicing martial arts, and getting along peacefully... Now that I think about it, that person is probably Murong Bo who faked his death. !”

"Who knows if what you said is true?"

"Empty talk with no proof."

"You yourself have admitted that you sneaked into our Shaolin Scripture Pavilion to secretly learn martial arts. Even if Murong Donor faked his death and sneaked into our Shaolin Scripture Pavilion to secretly learn martial arts, then we should first arrest you and prosecute you!"

"The second step is to investigate Murong Donor!"

Among the Shaolin monks.

One of them looked younger, with a pair of sharp black eyebrows and bulging muscles. He looked like a mature monk who was not easy to mess with.

Xiao Yuanshan was immediately angered.

"Feng'er, protect Xiaoyou Lin and the others!"

"Follow me, and we, father and son, will fight in!"

Xiao Yuanshan said and already moved his hands.

If Xuanci doesn't take action, no one in Shaolin can stop him.

So, does Xuanci dare to take action?
Looking at Ye Erniang who was looking at her with eager eyes, Xuanci sighed with a bitter smile, secretly said the word "evil fate", stood up, and temporarily stopped Xiao Yuanshan.

Then, before Xiao Yuanshan could get angry or Ye Erniang could stop him, he changed the topic and comforted Xiao Yuanshan and Ye Erniang: "This matter started with me and it should end with me. Stop it. I Let’s take a few donors to visit the Sutra Pavilion at the back of my Shaolin Temple!”

Xuanci dared to say this because he was the abbot of Shaolin.

Even so, his prestige was shaky.

Among the Shaolin monks, many were dissatisfied, but due to Xuanci's status as abbot, they all got out of the way.

But they didn’t disperse either.

Instead, he followed Xuanci.

The group of people walked towards the back mountain in a tense atmosphere.

Not long after, we arrived in front of the Sutra Collection Pavilion.

"A few donors are here."

Although Xuanci knew very well that Xiao Yuanshan had practiced cultivation here and must be familiar with the Sutra Pavilion, but out of politeness, he still introduced Lin Chaoci and others.Immediately, he set his sights on the old monk sweeping the floor at the door of the Sutra Pavilion.

There was no arrogance in his tone.

But it is difficult to conceal the meaning of the command.

"Please open the door."

"These donors want to take a closer look."

The door of the Sutra Pavilion has been locked with iron locks.

Breaking down the door violently is not out of the question.

If you can't break the iron lock, can't you break the wooden door?

Not to mention that the innate master's Gangqi can cut iron like mud. Even an iron door can give you a ball of broken iron in minutes!
But, this thing is my own property!
If you have a key, why do you need to break in violently?
Are you really taking Shaolin Temple’s money as money?
No one present took this matter to heart. Even if they paid attention to the old monk sweeping the floor, it was only a quick glance.

Except Lin Chaoci!
"Now that things have happened, do you still want to hide it?"

A sentence without beginning or end.

It attracted the attention of Xuanci and others.

I don't know who Lin Chaoci is talking about when he calls "senior".

I didn’t even understand what this “senior” wanted to hide.

If the trees are beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy them.

Misfits always attract more attention.

Xiao Yuanshan looked at Lin Chaoci with confusion. Fortunately, he had Qiao Feng as his mouthpiece. He asked for him and everyone present: "Brother Lin, who is this senior you are talking about?"

First figure out the object.

Then analyze its meaning.

Lin Chaoci did not answer this superficial question.

He just kept looking at the old monk sweeping the floor.

This unusual scene naturally attracted everyone's attention. However, no matter how they observed it, they could not see anything wrong. They could only turn their attention to Lin Chaoci for help again, hoping that Lin Chaoci would give him some help. Click prompt.

"Brother Xiao, use your Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."

"There is no need to suppress strength."

"She'll be fine."

Lin Chaoci gave Qiao Feng a bad idea.

After forcing the old monk who was still trying to pretend to give up, he put down his broom with a wry smile and clasped his hands together: "Why are the donors so hard on each other?"

"Aren't you waiting for us?"

Lin Chaoci replied with a smile.

After that, the conversation changed: "Murong Bo must be in the Sutra Pavilion behind you. I can feel his breath. He is still alive, but you put him into a state of suspended animation. I want to find him to end this relationship." Cause and effect, I have to go through you first, am I right?"

The old monk sweeping the floor remained silent.

But acquiescence is an answer.

This question and answer sent shivers down the spines of everyone present.

Xiao Yuanshan was so frightened that his whole body trembled.

In the past, he had never seen this seemingly ordinary old monk sweeping the floor when he went in and out of the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion. Even if this old monk sweeping the floor stood in front of him so far, he would still think that the old monk sweeping the floor was an ordinary person. .

This phenomenon only appears in two kinds of people.

The first type is people who don’t know martial arts.

Not really.

It just refers to those who have no inner strength in their bodies.

For example, some of the leading generals have followed the path of horizontal training. Even if they have no internal strength in their bodies, they can compete with the gods on land with a body of steel and iron. There are also many people with extraordinary talents who are born with a body of steel. Training the muscles and bones horizontally is like that of Xu Longxiang from the Northern Liang Palace.

The second type is people whose martial arts skills are extremely high!

The kind that you can’t even tell when I’m standing in front of you!
It’s even easier for someone to kill you!

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