Descending from the Heavens: Maximum Level Talent.

Chapter 64 Master Kongji, Senior Zhang
Ji Shu went down to Songshan Mountain.

He went to the Shaolin Temple not long ago and came back again.

He could sense that there seemed to be a big murderous intention and a big crisis hidden in the Shaolin Temple.

That's all if he doesn't go. Once he goes, something bad might happen. He believed in his own perception, so he went down the mountain decisively.

"Is there anything else in the Shaolin Temple that can make me feel danger?!"

Ji Shu was shocked and confused.

But I didn’t worry too much.

After returning to Huashan to practice for a while, I think the sense of crisis will naturally subside by then.

Ji Shu thought like this, made a few leaps, and reached the horse. He untied the reins, jumped on the horse, clamped the horse's belly, and shouted, "唷婷婷!" The white horse man stood up, kicked his front feet twice in the void, neighed twice, and suddenly stepped hard on the ground, then accelerated and rushed into the distance.

Not long after he left.

A figure, like a ghost, landed lightly on the spot where Ji Shu had been standing. He looked at the surrounding areas, then at the direction where Ji Shu had walked away, and murmured:
"Strange. Why am I always uneasy tonight? Someone seemed to be visiting Shaolin at night just now. Is it this little guy?"

"But this little guy was alert. He just stepped into the Shaolin Temple and left. It's hard for me to do anything to him."

He moved his nose and smelled a faint smell of blood. His expression changed slightly and he followed the direction of the smell of blood. The closer he got, the stronger the smell of blood became.

Wait until he steps into the realm of Songshan Sect.

Seeing corpses lying on the ground, his expression changed drastically, he clasped his palms together and recited the Buddha's name.

He walked quickly, shuttled through the Songshan Sect, and saw corpses everywhere. He was extremely angry. When he saw Master Fang Zheng sitting cross-legged on the ground, his body covered with blood, he took a deep breath and stepped forward to test it. Master Fang Zheng took a breath.

"died."

"Fang Zheng has mastered the Yi Jin Sutra, and has cultivated the Palm of the Thousand-Armed Tathagata. His cultivation level is so high that he can easily roam the world, not to mention being the best in the world. There are few people who can stop him. With his strength, who can kill him easily? he?"

In the flickering firelight, you can clearly see that this is an old monk.

He has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a rosy complexion. He is obviously a successful practitioner and well-maintained.

But at this moment, his face and eyes were filled with shock, anger, and sadness:
"For many years in Shaolin Temple, it has been rare for a person to have mastered the Yi Jin Jing. But unexpectedly, he was destroyed here so easily. This is a catastrophe for Shaolin Temple! Who did it? Who can kill Fang Zheng with one sword?! ",

He carefully observed the injured area of ​​Master Fang Zheng.

It can be seen that Master Fang Zheng must have suffered severe injuries to his hand in one battle, and the Thousand-Armed Tathagata Palm can no longer exert its fighting power. In another battle, his throat will be sealed with a sword!
"He is a peerless swordsman. And besides Feng Qingyang, who else in this world has such excellent swordsmanship?!"

"Could it be Feng Qingyang's hand? But Feng Qingyang lives in seclusion and doesn't care about worldly affairs. He has a peaceful temperament and is quite resistant to killings. It should be impossible for him to do such an inhumane thing!"

The old monk couldn't figure out who could have done it, but at that moment, a vague figure of a horse riding away flashed through his mind:

"Could it be that little guy? It shouldn't be possible. He's still so young. Even if he started practicing in his mother's womb, he wouldn't be able to kill Fang Zheng easily."

"Who could it be?"

The old monk looked at the remains of the Eighteen Arhats and looked at them carefully for a while. The more he looked at them, the more moved he became:

"They are all killed with one sword. There are rare times when he uses two swords. Even Zuo Lengchan seems to be able to resist only one of his swords?! Such a master cannot be an unknown person."

He roared loudly.

It caused the void in all directions to tremble.

after a while.

His whistle attracted many monks from Shaolin Temple.

They have the head of the Bodhidharma Monastery, the head of the Vinaya Monastery...the heads of all parties have arrived. They looked at the old monk, bowed respectfully, and then said:
"Uncle Kongji. Can you tell who committed the murder?"

The deaths of Master Fangzheng and the Eighteen Arhats of Shaolin Temple were nothing less than a bolt from the blue for the major leaders of Shaolin Temple. Whether it is Master Fang Zheng or the Eighteen Arhats, they are the true heritage of Shaolin Temple. Now that nineteen people have been lost, this is tantamount to cutting off the arms of the Shaolin Temple. One can imagine the great loss to them!

The most unbearable thing for them was that someone actually dared to go on a killing spree from the Songshan sect next to the Shaolin Temple on Songshan Mountain, and brutally killed the Eighteen Arhats and Master Fang Zheng!
This is a provocation to the Shaolin Temple, the leader of the righteous martial arts in the north!

This cannot be tolerated! The culprit must be found out and cut to pieces to serve as a warning to others!
"can not tell."

Kong Ji let out a long sigh: "This man's swordsmanship is too sharp and ruthless, but he also has a majestic and righteous air. It is very rare. Perhaps only Senior Zhang can see a few clues."

"Is it Senior Zhang who lives in seclusion in the hut in the back mountain?"

"it's him."

"I'm going to invite Senior Zhang to come and take a look now."

"What do you mean when you go to invite me? I'll go and invite you."

Kongji went to the back mountain.

I saw Senior Zhang, who had white hair and a childish face, and was wearing a fluttering green shirt. He looked like a fairy.

He had a vague guess as to the specific name of this senior. He seemed to be a peerless master who had friendship with Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang during the founding years of the Ming Dynasty!
He was a man of God who lived almost two hundred years!

His martial arts cultivation is so high that even though Kongji has been practicing the Divine Foot Sutra and the Seventy-two Shaolin Skills for more than a hundred years, he is still beyond his reach.

In his eyes, this senior Zhang is no different from a land god.

He bowed respectfully to Senior Zhang and explained his intention.

Senior Zhang glanced at him and said calmly:
"I told you a long time ago that I will not interfere with the affairs of the world. Why do you need to let me enter the world again?"

"The young monk really has no clue about the culprit's swordsmanship, so he has no choice but to come here to ask Senior Zhang for advice. I also ask Senior Zhang to relieve his worries for the sake of my years of worship in Shaolin Temple. Please!"

Kongji bowed his head and worshiped.

"Since you said so. If I don't go, it would be too shameless."

Kong Ji blushed when he heard this, and when he was about to explain, Senior Zhang stretched out his hand and stopped him: "Okay, you don't have to say any more. Just lead the way."

"Thank you, senior!"

Kongji said his thanks and then led the way.

after a while.

Arrive at Songshan sect.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground.

Senior Zhang's face was expressionless, but there was a flash of doubt deep in his eyes. From the Songshan Sect's mountain gate to the inner courtyard, almost everyone was killed with one blow!
The hidden weapon seems to be using Fairy Flowers, a very rare hidden weapon technique that is domineering and vicious.

And for those who had their throats cut and their heads cut off, what kind of swordsmanship were used to kill them?

Senior Zhang carefully observed the wounds of many people, and finally came to a conclusion that he himself could not believe:

"This swordsmanship has the sword spirit of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, the shadows of Qianye Swordsmanship, Xiyi Swordsmanship, Yangwu Swordsmanship, and even the essence of Tai Chi's Four Liang Movement of a Thousand Jin!"

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