The breeze was slightly brushed, and the leaves fluttered.

I don't know when, the light rain in the sky.

The rain gradually rose, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a heavy rain.

Dozens of cold corpses lying in front of Shaolin Temple Mountain Gate.

Drilling the blood on heavy rain.

The host of Shaolin Temple, the monk of the character of the character completely lost his breath and stood in place.

A group of Shaolin monks looked at the scene in front of her, with errors and panic in their eyes.

"Host!"

"Brother!"

"Host!"

The roar sounded one after another.

The monk of the precepts hall stared at Lin Mang in an uncomfortable manner, roaring: "Damn!"

"Kill him, take revenge for hosting!"

As soon as the words fell, there were several monks in the precepts hall killed with a knife, and their faces were full of murderousness.

Lin Mang smiled coldly.

Suddenly take a step, no time to respond to everyone, the figure floats like a ghost, and the sword is vertical and horizontal.

"Click!"

The embroidered spring knife cut over the knife, and made a light sound of Jin Ge's collision.

A monk of a precepts was instantly split!

Between the figure, one after another.

This scene seemed to arouse the anger of the monk of the precepts. The anger in the hearts of everyone rose, staring at Lin Mang.

It's just that everyone has never act again.

After all, the impulse is a minority.

"Amitabha."

Several old monks were erected in their chest with one hand, recited the Buddha's name, and read the past.

Xuan Bei looked at the scene in front of him, showing his sorrow.

"Amitabha."

Shaolin Xuanzhi and old monks are higher than those of generations.

Many Shaolin monks know that there are not many Shouyuan, and they will enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for subtle repairs, and silently wait for life.

These people have a master, as well as three -level masters, and there are six realm masters.

They are also the heritage of Shaolin Temple.

As the martial arts -like martial arts today, the heritage of Shaolin has long been beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

It is just that there is a big master alone, and many martial arts cannot be compared.

Xuan Bei silently recited the sound of the Buddha, whispered: "Lin Shizhu, now the anger can disappear?"

Lin Mang sneered, and said coldly: "Shaolin Temple has repeatedly hindered Jin Yiwei to handle the case, obviously the criminal of the court!"

Is there a criminal of the court in the Shaolin Temple?

There must be.

Xia Yi was banned, some rivers and lakes were killed by enemies, or for fighting, and some of the demon people who killed people, and they entered Shaolin Temple with their heads.

The name is: "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha!"

These people hid in the Shaolin Temple, and they became monks as soon as they changed their body.

If they are lined up in a row, if they are cut all, they will inevitably be wrong, but if they cut one after one, there will be a fish that will be arrested.

There are countless monks in Shaolin Temple. If they are only recruiting ordinary people, how can they have so many monks.

The atmosphere is in a stalemate again.

Xuan Bei and the old body gradually emerged with a strong breath, and the defeated qi and blood gradually recovered.

Inside the dry body, there are voices of rivers flowing.

For Xuan Bei, such as Shaolin Su, every time I take a shot, it represents the consumption of life.

Some old monks may have only one chance to take out.

At this moment, there were horseshoe sounds from the mountain.

Hundreds of riding horses.

The thick violent drink suddenly bombed through the rain curtain: "Jiangnan Perak Hall is ordered to come!"

When the words fell, a burly man wearing a big black coat jumped first on his back.

Behind it, all disciples in Perak Hall in Jiangnan.

The man was wearing a large black jacket, his face was vicissitudes, and the knuckles were particularly thick.

Lin Mang frowned and was slightly surprised.

Come to the front of Lin Mang and said: "Jiangnan Perak Hall, Lei Family, Lei Hong has seen Lin Town's ambassador."

Lin Mang looked at Lei Hong in surprise.

Although the Jiangnan Pili Hall is the power of the rivers and lakes, it was cast in the court.

If this is not the case, how can it control the production of gunpowder.

The development and production of many firearms in the military have the participation of the Lei family of Perak Hall in Jiangnan.

As if I knew what Lin Mang was thinking, Lei Hong arch said: "In the command of the commander of Yuan Yuan, to help Master Lin."

After hearing the words, a group of Shaolin monks changed slightly.

Jiangnan Perak Hall closed the sword and hanging swords. Although martial arts are not strong, they are well -developed gunpowder.

The technique of the firearm of the Lei family is tied with the Tang family hidden weapon.

Among them, there are many large -scale killing firearms for the master.

Jianghu song tactics, one two Buddhas, three islands and four cities, five teachings and six gangs, seven swords and eight doors.

The Lei family is one of the nine!

The Big Rivers and Lakes can be included in one of the nine families, which shows the depth of the heritage.

If it comes to the status on the rivers and lakes, the Lei family is naturally not as good as Shaolin Temple, but if it is only in Jiangnan, the Lei family prestige is extremely strong.

The appearance of the main Lei family has caused many things to appear unknown, and let the Shaolin Temple jealous.

They are more like a witness.

Lin Mang frowned slightly, and he looked at the people of the Lei family slightly. It seemed that he seemed to be a little bit underestimated.

He also sent a message to the Beijing -Nanfang Flying Eagle, but Yuan Changqing was able to launch his own purpose.

Lei Hong glanced around her eyes, stunned, and she was full of surprise and unbelievable eyes.

"That's ... the dust?"

The four god monks in Shaolin, he still knows.

But the dust at this moment has completely lost its breath.

Xuan Bei sighed lightly, and stared at the people of Lei's family, with both hands, and said faintly: "Lin Shizhu, my Shaolin has been killed in the second, can I really want me to be a Shantan door for extinction, can Lin Shizuo stop?"

"If this is the case, the old man is willing to die, and he only wants Lin Shizhu to let go of the butcher knife."

The gentle tone contains the determination to die calmly.

Xuan Bei closed his eyes and chanted the scriptures.

Behind the monks, the faces of the monks changed slightly, and they opened again and again: "Uncle, no!"

"Shi Bo, you are so!"

"Could it be that there is no fairness in the world, is there no king?"

Everyone looked at it, and the words were full of accusations.

Several old monks stood out, look angry, and anger: "If I want to die, I want to step over from me!"

Lin Mang smiled and looked at Xuan Bei with his face, reached out to catch a drop of rainwater.

The rain is steaming in the palm of the palm, and the white mist overflows.

This set of moral abduction?
To be continued...