come to the heavens

Chapter 105

At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, many people from the Jianghu have gathered. Apart from the Shaolin monks, there are also many people from the Jianghu who have heard the news. It is said that the news has spread in the Jianghu. You will be rewarded by Shaolin Temple, including opening up the martial arts in the Prajna Hall.

Unlike the monks in the Bodhidharma Hall who specialize in studying their own unique skills, the Prajna Hall specializes in studying and practicing various martial arts. There are also some advanced martial arts, some of which are not inferior to 72 unique skills.

Everyone in the Jianghu knew this, so they were very enthusiastic after hearing the news. Hundreds of people from the Jianghu gathered near the Tomb of the Living Dead.

But they only dare to stay at the door and dare not rush into the tomb of the living dead, even if there is a pretty little girl guarding the door.

The Tomb of the Living Dead is the residence of Yang Guo and Xiao Longnv, the eagle heroes. No one dares to trespass without their permission. Yang Guo is not as talkative as Guo Jing, and if he trespasses, he will be killed directly.

At this time, in Shaolin Temple, an eminent monk of the Du generation brought several monks of the Jue generation to the tomb of the living dead, and the voice of internal energy was transmitted into the tomb of the living dead:
"The Shaolin Prajna Hall is the first to overcome grief, please meet the master of the tomb of the living dead, the Condor Hero."

The sound came into the tomb, there was no sound for a long time, and everyone waited without any impatience.

Ye Chenbai looked around boredly, suddenly his eyes stopped, and when he saw a group of people gathered in one side, the corner of his mouth suddenly curved slightly.

"It's really interesting to see an acquaintance!"

As if feeling his gaze, one of the group of people also turned around and saw him. He was stunned for a while before suddenly laughing, and strode towards him with big strides.

Ye Chen also came out from the crowd of monks, and just approached the one-armed old man on the opposite side, he smiled and said:

"I didn't expect you to sneak into the Shaolin Temple. It seems that you are still a formal disciple."

He clasped his hands together with a serious face:

"The poor monk has met the benefactor!"

Behind the one-armed old man came the gray-haired man and Yulong. The three of them still acted together. Arms folded and eyes fixed on his bald head, he didn't speak, but the curved lips represented his current mood.

The four walked to a corner, and the one-armed old man asked him in a low voice:

"You are in Shaolin Temple, do you know what's going on?"

Ye Chen shook his head:

"To be honest, I don't know too well. I was in seclusion at the time, and I heard the news when I left the seclusion."

He paused and continued:
"However, one thing is certain. I believe that the scriptures do not belong to Jue Yuan and the other two young thieves, but someone else. He was just framed."

"Didn't Monk Jueyuan steal it?"

The one-armed old man pinched his short beard and said in doubt:

"How can you be so sure?"

Ye Chen smiled and said:
"One of the two people Jue Yuan rescued was Guo Xiang, the youngest daughter of Beixia Guo Jing. Just based on this fact, it is impossible for them to steal it."

"What? Guo Jing's daughter is there too?"

The one-armed old man shook his hand and a few white beards were torn off. He grinned and said in surprise:

"Are you sure? How do you know?"

"Hey, don't worry about how I know, as long as you know it's true."

The one-armed old man pondered for a moment, then nodded:

"If what you said is true, then Shaolin Temple is doomed not to catch anyone this time, and the Tomb of the Living Dead will never hand over Guo Jing's daughter."

"Hey," Ye Chen said with a smile, "They still want to arrest people, and they still need to explain to the Condor Hero Yang Guo why they chased and killed Guo Xiang."

The one-armed old man was still about to speak, but at this moment a young woman in a white dress and veil suddenly walked out of the tomb of the living dead. As soon as she came out, she attracted everyone's attention. The pretty and lovely girl was followed by Zhang Junbao and the solemn monk Jueyuan.

The young woman walked out of the gate of the tomb of the living dead, glanced left and right, and finally said to the head of the Shaolin Prajna Hall ten meters away:

"My teacher is in retreat, so it is inconvenient to invite all the eminent Shaolin monks inside."

Zen Master Du Bei didn't despise her because of her young age, and put his hands together and said seriously:

"May I ask what the girl's name is?"

"My teacher called me Yue Nu!"

"Yue girl, female benefactor, today the old monk came to fight, it's very offending, but Jueyuan stole the scriptures from this temple, this temple must recover them, please forgive me."

The young woman named Yue Nu did not answer Du Bei directly, but held the pretty woman on the right and said to Du Bei:
"Does the master know her?"

"I don't know her, I only know that she and Jue Yuan escaped from the temple together."

"Since I don't know each other, why do you think she is also the one who stole the scriptures?"

"This"

Du Bei hesitated for a moment before saying:
"This temple does not know whether she stole scriptures, but she is together with Jueyuan and Zhang Junbao. Of course, this temple must arrest them together."

"She is Guo Xiang, the daughter of Northern Xia Guo Jing and Guo Daxia!"

"what!"

Everyone was taken aback, including the Du Bei head of the Prajna Hall, who looked at Guo Xiang in surprise, as if he wanted to take a closer look.

"I'll go, she is really Guo Jing's daughter, Shaolin is in trouble this time."

The one-armed old man looked surprised with a hint of schadenfreude, and the gray-haired man had a similar expression, only Ye Chen was confident, as if he really was.

The Yue girl showed Guo Xiang's identity, and then she lost control. Not only the monks in Shaolin turned pale with disbelief, but the attitudes of the people in the surrounding world changed drastically at this time, and even some bold people questioned Du Bei:
"Why did Master Du Bei deceive us? If we knew that the daughter of the hero Guo Jing was being pursued, we would definitely not come. If Miss Guo Xiang was even slightly injured, wouldn't it be unfair to trap us?"

He cupped his fists and bowed to the western sky, and said in a deep voice:
"Guo Jing, the hero of Guo Jing, fought and died in Xiangyang for our Han family. I admire him very much. I wish I could fight on the battlefield together. Miss Guo Xiang is the daughter of Hero Guo, and her family has a long history. I will never believe that she will steal the Shaolin scriptures."

His words resonated with everyone, and almost all the martial artists present shouted at the same time:

"I don't believe it either, I must have made a mistake."

The person who spoke first saluted Du Bei with clasped hands together, saying:
"Dare to ask Master, has anyone seen Miss Guo Xiang steal scriptures?"

Du Bei hesitated again, shook his head and denied:

"Never."

"Since I haven't seen it, why do you believe that Miss Guo Xiang stole the scriptures? Shaolin Temple is so indiscriminate. Fortunately, Miss Guo Xiang was not caught by you, otherwise."

The middle-aged man said with a look of grief and indignation:

"Otherwise, wouldn't Guo Jing and Guo Daxia have a good reputation all his life and be humiliated? What is your Shaolin intention?"

(End of this chapter)