"Everyone, don't be anxious, don't be anxious..."

Because of the existence of this storyteller, most of the people gathered in the restaurant are wealthy people from all walks of life. They are all masters who can draw swords against each other and cause blood to flow three feet away if they disagree with each other.

In response to these people's almost threatening gestures, the storyteller acted as if he was used to it, and was not worried about his own safety at all, waving his folding fan slowly.

"I have already said it before. What we storytellers said is all street talk and unofficial anecdotes. It is incomplete and untrue. I will just say it for now. Just listen to it, but you don't need to take it seriously."

"The same is true for the Legend of Two Dragons. Why should you listen to the rumors and make false claims?"

"The hero also said it just now, but it's just a rumor in the world. How can we believe it?"

"As we all know, the He family's jade was missing at the end of the Sui Dynasty, and even Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty could not find it. Given the power of the Khan that day, if this thing really existed, would there be any reason not to take it?..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted again loudly: "Storyteller! Don't fool me! No one in the world knows that a few days ago, the leader of Tianxiahui, Xiongba, was defeated miserably on his own territory.

, no power to fight back! Very satisfying!”

This man's words resonated with many people.

With the power of the Tianxiahui and his domineering attitude, no one would dare to say such words openly in other places.

But this place is an unparalleled city, the only place in the world that is not afraid of the world.

The style of the Tianxiahui has long made too many people dissatisfied. There is no need to worry in this Wushuang City, so naturally they want to vent their anger.

Duan Lang and Nie Feng were mixed in among them, their expressions were a bit strange and unnatural.

When the man saw someone agreeing with him, he was very proud and continued: "The person who defeated him was the Shaolin monk!"

"Everyone knows that Jing Nian Chan Monastery is the lower monastery of Shaolin. Since the Shaolin monks are real, how can Jing Nian Chan Monastery be fake?"

"That's right! That's exactly what it is!"

The storyteller waved his hands and laughed: "Hahahaha, Shaolin Temple is a thousand-year-old temple, so it can't be false. But the theory of Shaolin Lower Court is really far-fetched, so you don't need to pay attention to it."

"You guys! You are really dishonest!"

The man said angrily: "Before the Shaolin monk left, he left a golden invitation for Xiongba and invited him to Shaolin to participate in the emperor election meeting. How can it be false!"

"Hahahaha, there is a gold post, but the emperor-selecting conference is a fiction and cannot be trusted. Alas..."

The storyteller seemed to be helpless and sighed: "It seems that you are all very concerned about world affairs, so I will tell you about this..."

"I think you all have heard about this golden invitation that is widely rumored in the world..."

"Pa!" The storyteller habitually clapped the wood in his hand: "I heard that in the Shaolin Temple, there was a divine monk who got a glimpse of the secret of heaven. Chaos is coming to the world, and a true dragon will come to the world to clean up the world and restore peace."

"Now, as you all can see, wars are everywhere in the world, there are internal and external troubles, and people's livelihood is very difficult!"

"The people in the Shaolin Temple are all great Buddhists. They are compassionate and can't see the suffering of all sentient beings. They are willing to obey nature and respond to people, so as to bring peace to the world."

"I have just sent out a golden invitation to invite the wise people from all over the world to gather in Shaolin. If anyone can obtain the destiny, the Shaolin monks will pass down the magical skills to help the person who has the destiny."

"Exactly: On the fifth day of September, the storm gathers in Shaolin. The emperor fuses the real dragon, and the saint steps on the unicorn!"

As soon as the storyteller finished speaking, he heard another uproar among the powerful people in the building.

"Yes! That's it!"

"If this isn't the Emperor's Election Conference, what is it?"

"There will be no lies! A few days ago, I was passing by Sichuan and I heard someone say that a few months ago, on the Minjiang River, many people saw fire reaching the sky, and there were faintly strange beasts walking on the fire. It was clearly

You’re talking about Qilin!”

"Storyteller! Just now you said that the Jing Nian Monastery and the He Family Jade Bi are not trustworthy, and the Emperor Selection Conference is also false. Now you are saying that the Shaolin Temple is looking for the man of destiny. The first words and the second words are inconsistent. Are you trying to fool us?"

"Stop talking nonsense! I don't care about He's Baoyu and the Dragon of Destiny! That storyteller! You only talk about the magical skills that the Shaolin monks want to pass down. Is it the ancient book "The Secret of Immortality" that can make people live forever?

"?"

"That's right! So the "Secret of Immortality" is really in the Shaolin Temple?"

The restaurant fell into chaos again.

Compared with who will be the emperor, these wealthy people are more concerned about the "Secret of Immortality" that is spread so magically.

While everyone was making noise, some people remained calm and silent, watching with cold eyes.

For example, the trio of Duanlang and Nie Feng.

The girl Mingyue, who was as beautiful as a fairy, sneered: "Hmph, this witch is deceiving everyone with her monstrous words, just for fear that the world will not be in chaos."

Nie Feng was curious: "Why did Miss Mingyue say this?"

"These storytellers spread some weird stories all over the world. Rumors, true or false, stir up people's hearts, but they also pretend to be half-covered and half-exposed, which makes people suspicious. What else can they do if they don't have ulterior motives? I think there is a certain intention behind it.

Someone is secretly manipulating it."

Nie Feng thoughtfully said: "What do Miss Mingyue think they have? Who is behind them?"

Mingyue smiled: "I don't know what their purpose is. But whether it is the story told by the storyteller or the golden invitation, the Shaolin Temple is indispensable. Come to think of it, even if the person behind this is not the Shaolin Temple, they are inseparable.

.”

Duan Lang frowned slightly, feeling unhappy.

The uncle is an eminent monk in the Shaolin Temple. By saying this, isn't she saying that the uncle has evil intentions and is causing trouble in the world?

Immediately he said: "Miss Mingyue is too arbitrary. Shaolin Temple is a pure place for Buddhism, and there are also eminent monks in the temple who are dedicated to practicing Zen. How could they do such a thing?"

Nie Feng came to his senses and said quickly: "Miss Mingyue, Duanlang's master is the eminent Shaolin monk."

Mingyue was surprised, so she smiled slightly and did not argue.

But I heard that the storyteller said helplessly again under the questioning of a group of wealthy people:

"I am just a storyteller, how can I know such a big thing? However, I have heard that in contemporary Shaolin, there is a holy monk who possesses unparalleled miraculous powers and can know the past and the future. If you want to know the truth,

Now that the fifth day of September is less than two months away, you might as well go to Shaolin to have a look in person."

"To put it simply, we don't have a gold post, how can we get it?"

"So what if there is no golden post? There are so many people in the world, no matter how powerful the Shaolin Temple is, how can they stop him?"

"Yes! I'll go with you. I don't believe that I can't get a result from the inquiry. I don't care about the destiny of the people. I just want to know where the secret of longevity is!"

Hearing the shouts of the gangsters, Duan Lang couldn't help but look worried.

Could these rumors mean that someone is trying to harm the uncle and the Shaolin Temple?

Seeing the big from the small.

This is just a corner of the world, if this kind of rumor spreads to the entire world.

Wealth and silk attract people's hearts, not to mention peerless magical power, or even destiny?

With so many people with bad intentions flocking to Shaolin, isn’t it dangerous for the uncle?

I was thinking about it and couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

I just want to quickly complete the task assigned by my uncle so that I can rush to Shaolin.

…

Shaolin Temple.

Chen Yi, who was huddled in the cave and practicing diligently, didn't know that a certain little guy who was deliberately kicked into the pit was worried about him, the mastermind behind the scenes.

Suddenly he opened his eyes, and in a flash, he appeared on the martial arts field.

At this time, the monks and laymen were practicing boxing and kicking under the supervision of the old monk Kongji.

"Junior brother?"

The old monk Kongji was a little surprised.

In the past ten years, unless he took the initiative to look for it, it would be difficult to see this junior brother dig out of the hole on his own.

"Senior brother, how long has it been since you practiced Kung Fu?"

"Ah?" Kong Ji looked confused.

Chen Yi shook his head and looked to one side: "Since you have already arrived at the door, why hide your head and show your tail?"
Chapter completed!