Go through with a plug-in

Chapter 322

Hearing the voice owner's words, the great monk suddenly became cautious, his eyes were fixed on the courtyard wall, and his legs sank into the mud as if filled with lead.

The little monks opened their eyes wide, and many of them nervously grasped the hands of those around them, their little hearts beating wildly.

As if a century had passed, the great monk felt that his eyes were a little blurry, and was about to reach out to rub them, but saw a figure flashing.

coming!

The great monk's heart suddenly clenched, the hand that was raised in mid-air stopped abruptly, and his eyes were fixed on the person in front of him.

"Grand Monk, there is still time for you to leave now." The owner of the voice stood in front of the Great Monk leisurely, with a strange smile in his eyes.

The great monk remained silent, put down his hands, tensed his body, and slowly uttered a few words: "It's useless to talk, let's fight."

Just as the great monk finished speaking, the man had already started, a pair of iron hands glowing with black light patted the great monk's chest one after another.

The great monk's eyes tightened, and at this moment, he had already seen clearly what the black light on the visitor's hand was, it was a pair of poisoned iron gloves.

At this moment, a name suddenly appeared in the mind of the Great Monk... He Wuming, Poison Iron Hand, one of the three elders of the Demon Cult.

Before he had time to think about it, the great monk gritted his teeth, rolled his hands, and the wide sleeve robe immediately wrapped the great monk's hands. Even so, the great monk chose to retreat when facing He Wuming's poisonous iron hand.

With a feint move, the great monk pretended to meet He Wuming's palm with his left hand, but quietly stretched out his right hand from his sleeve robe, and only waited for He Wuming to use his palm strength to back away when he was meeting his palm.

He Wuming didn't seem to be aware of the great monk's intentions, secretly practiced his kung fu, and a pair of iron palms suddenly appeared, which made people shudder.

Seeing that He Wuming still wanted to knock him down with a palm, the great monk couldn't help showing a gleam of joy in his eyes. Even though He Wuming's palm strength made his back feel cold, it couldn't hide that he was about to deceive He Wuming, and he succeeded in coming from He Wuming's subordinates. The thrill of escape.

The loud sound of palms touching made a group of young monks dizzy, some of them had already covered their ears with their sharp eyes and hands, and some of them were dizzy with stars in their eyes, and they didn’t know where they were.

The great monk fell to the ground and looked at He Wuming in disbelief. Just now, he was about to push away with He Wuming's palm strength, but suddenly felt his body was heavy, and then he met He Wuming's pair of iron hands as if he was out of control. , Then the body was overwhelmed, spit out countless blood, and collapsed to the ground.

He Wuming glanced at the great monk sympathetically, squatted down, and sighed: "Why bother, why are you bothering? If you leave earlier, you'll be fine."

When the great monk heard He Wuming's mocking tone, his expression froze, his blood stagnated, he couldn't catch his breath, and immediately spit out another big mouthful of blood.

He Wuming stepped away in time without being stained with blood, shook his head slightly, stood up, and walked towards the group of young monks.

"Stop, what are you going to do and come at me, the children are innocent." The elder monk saw He Wuming walking towards the younger monk, regardless of his serious injury, he stood up slowly against the wall, and said tremblingly.

"Don't worry, I just asked them to bring me a sentence." He Wuming said with a chuckle without turning his head.

The great monk heaved a sigh of relief, and having lost his spiritual support, he quickly slid down again, with a painful look on his face, He Wuming's palm was really powerful.

He Wuming's approach did not frighten the young monks, or the young monks had no idea of ​​He Wuming's horror, they just stared at him with wide eyes.

He Wuming squatted down cheerfully, looked at the clever little monk in front of him, and said with a smile, "Little monk, is your abbot in the courtyard?"

The little monk stared at him with wide eyes, but did not answer for a long while.

He Wuming was not annoyed, and asked someone else, perhaps because he had an unattractive appearance, with a bulbous nose and small eyes, his eyes narrowed when he smiled, leaving only a slit, and he looked terrified, so he asked several times in a row None of the little monks wanted to talk to him.

He Wuming sighed for a long time, he didn't know what he was thinking, and glanced around at these little monks who ignored him, with a sad look on his face.

"In that case, I can only borrow your heads." He Wuming suddenly laughed, rubbed his palm, and said softly.

He Wuming's voice was not loud, but it was heard by the great monk, and his expression was shocked. The great monk tried hard to stand up, but it was in vain.

"He Wuming, as a senior in Jianghu, you actually attacked a group of children, are you still a person?!" The inability to stand up did not prevent the monk from angrily scolding He Wuming. If these young monks were murdered because of him, he would be ashamed to face Kong Wen.

"You actually know me?" He Wuming paused and turned to look at the monk, with some surprise and amusement in his tone.

"The well-known elder of the Devil's Cult, He Wuming, nicknamed Poison Iron Hand, I'm afraid there are only a handful of people who don't know you." The great monk looked at He Wuming coldly, and his tone was not kind, but He Wuming did not continue to target those young people. Monk, let him breathe a sigh of relief.

He Wuming chuckled, and said: "This statement is wrong. I, He, rarely set foot in the rivers and lakes, not to mention you, the great monk. I am afraid that Kongwen is the only person who knows me in the entire southern Shaolin. You can recognize me, I am afraid it is because This pair of He Mou gloves."

The great monk snorted coldly and didn't speak, which seemed to be acquiescence to He Wuming's words.

He Wuming glanced at the great monk, and said: "You really don't want Kongwen to come out? If you use hundreds of lives to hide Kongwen's whereabouts, you won't be afraid that this matter will be exposed by me. You South Shaolin, including you and Kongwen Inside, I am afraid that I will be ridiculed and despised by the people of the world, and I will never recover from it."

The Great Monk was silent, with a conflict between heaven and man in his heart, He Wuming's words hit his sore spot, as Kong Wen's disciple, his heart turned to Kong Wen, and Kong Wen's whereabouts were related to major events in the world, so naturally he couldn't reveal it, but as a Shaolin Temple He must be responsible for the safety of these young monks.

Seeing a group of innocent little monks, the great monk felt even more tormented in his heart. He even prayed loudly in his heart, if there really is a Buddha, please ask the Buddha to guide him.

Perhaps the great monk's prayers were really useful, and the sound of a Buddha's horn came from outside the mountain gate.

The great monk's eyes lit up, he was ecstatic, he hurriedly turned his head to look at the gate, He Wuming's expression moved, and he looked over.

"Abbot." The great monk couldn't help cheering with ecstasy on his face.

A group of young monks couldn't help laughing happily when they saw the backbone of the courtyard coming. Just now the master monk was injured by this strange person and wanted to kill them, which frightened them.

"Amitabha, what benefactor, why do you have to force me so hard?" Kong Wen shook his head slightly, with some helplessness in his tone.

He Wuming smiled and said: "Kongwen, you'd better tell the whereabouts of that person quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you Nan Shaolin."

Kong Wen remained silent for a while before he said, "He benefactor, even if I tell you the whereabouts of that man, you are definitely not his opponent, so why bother?"

He Wuming waved his hand and said, "You don't have to worry so much, as long as you tell me where he is, I will naturally have a way to deal with him."

(End of this chapter)