Although Quanzhen Sect and Shaolin Temple are not the same, and even the routes to the two are different, Wang Zhenting still plans to go to Shaolin Temple with Huang Yaoshi first.

First, the two have a good conversation, and second, Shaolin Temple has a deep foundation, and maybe there will be something they need.

Even if it is not about Zhuguo, there is knowledge about alchemy. After all, the Dahuan Dan, Yuling San and other things in Shaolin Temple are still very famous.

Walking north, the two of them came to Shaolin Temple.

As a martial arts sect, Shaolin Temple naturally has a unique temperament.

After Wang Zhenting and Huang Yaoshi appeared, they immediately attracted attention.

Of course, it was not because of Wang Zhenting, but because of Huang Yaoshi.

After all, Huang Yaoshi has become a huge master in the world. Although the first Huashan Sword Competition has not yet appeared and has not yet won the title of the Five Essences, the nickname of Dongxie has become famous.

Stepping into Shaolin Temple, the monks in Shaolin Room made a very big stance in front of the Shaolin Hall.

On a short road, the monks in Shaolin divided a narrow path in two rows on the left and right, while the abbot of Shaolin led several disciples to stand at the end of the narrow path and made a greeting gesture.

Wang Zhenting was slightly stunned and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

Even if you attach importance to Huang Yaoshi, you are also aware of it, and...

After looking at the two monks on both sides, Wang Zhenting smiled in his heart.

It seems that this Shaolin abbot’s demeanor is not very good?

However, considering Huang Yaoshi's behavior, Wang Zhenting could understand the other party's thoughts a little.

"Amitabha!" Shaolin abbot bowed to Wang Zhenting and said, "Two donors."

The eyes swept through the two of them, but the Shaolin abbot's heart was shocked.

One Dongxie is hard to deal with. Now Dongxie has a friend?

"Abbot!" Huang Yaoshi replied with a bow and said directly: "Is Zhao Bufan here?"

Even in this scene that obviously makes things difficult for him, Huang Yaoshi still maintained politeness.

"Donor Huang, Master Huang, once told him that he regretted what happened back then and hoped that you could forgive him."

"The so-called Buddha Sea is boundless, and when you look back, you just depend on me and give him a chance."

"Puff!"

Hearing this, Wang Zhenting couldn't help laughing out loud, and suddenly, several bad eyes looked over.

He held back his smile and shut his mouth. Wang Zhenting shook his shoulders gently and said to the abbot: "Sorry, please continue."

After being disturbed by Wang Zhenting, the abbot's idea was interrupted.

What do I want to say?

Just when the Shaolin abbot was confused, Huang Yaoshi said, "Master Abbot, I made a poisonous oath ten years ago and I will definitely come back to take revenge. What I, Huang Yaoshi, said, has never broken my promise."

"I would like to ask the abbot to show his compassion and ask him to come out."

With a faint smile, Shaolin abbot said, "Once upon a moment, the respect for the teacher will no longer be a despised temple. Even in the despised temple, I will never allow you to kill innocent people."

Facing the Shaolin abbot, Huang Yaoshi always maintained a respect for Shaolin's reputation. No matter what the other party said, he did not refute or disdain to refute it. However, in Wang Zhenting's opinion, what the other party said seemed a bit ridiculous.

"Kill innocent people indiscriminately?" Wang Zhenting chuckled and said, "Can Zhao Bufan bear the word "innocent"?"

"joke!"

"A dog thief who doesn't even keep the rituals of master and apprentice will become an innocent person in your mouth?"

"The sea of ​​Buddha is endless, is it the shore when you look back?"

"If a mistake is made, the evildoer who killed people turns back and turns to the shore. Who will find justice for the innocent person who was killed? Who will bear the offense?"

"Are you? Or the Buddha Lord in your mouth?"

"presumptuous!"

A monk standing behind the abbot shouted angrily, stepped on the ground with his feet, like a glaring look on the King Kong, and slapped Wang Zhenting with a palm.

Before the palm came, a fierce palm wind had spread.

But Wang Zhenting didn't even move his hair. When the invisible palm wind came a foot in front of him, it was cut open by an invisible air blade.

Seeing this scene, when I was originally kind-hearted, a strange look flashed in Huang Yaoshi's eyes, but the Shaolin abbot was shocked and thought to himself that it was not good.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the agitation of air flow squeezed out from the two palms that were about to part.

Suddenly, the monk who had his palm blew blood and his body flew backwards, but Wang Zhenting's face was calm and his body didn't even tremble.

"Senior Brother!"

With a scream, a figure rushed out from behind the abbot and reached out to catch Heshan who flew out, but he didn't expect that his expression would be extremely ugly just now.

"Dong, dun!"

Retreat several feet, leaving footprints from deep to shallow on the stone slab.

"Well!"

With a muffled groan, a winding blood flowed out of the monk who saved the man. The monk looked up slightly and looked at Wang Zhenting's gaze full of horror.

"donor……"

"Shut up!" Before the Shaolin abbot said, Huang Yaoshi said, "Monk! I give you enough face, but you attacked me! Are you going to help Zhao Bufan take on this murderous disaster?"

Dongxie Huang Yaoshi is not a person who follows the rules.

He is rebellious and arrogant and unruly!

Just now, he was patient and talked to the other party, which was already the greatest respect for Shaolin!

Shaolin's abbot's face looked ugly. His disciple took action just now, and it was indeed wrong. Moreover, just from the other party, the other party reached out to see that if he really helped Zhao Bufan take on this grudge, it would be difficult for Shaolin...

Thinking of this, the abbot of Shaolin chanted 'Amitabha' to the two of them, and then said, "I'm so rude."

"Since the two of you are unwilling to give up easily, then, how about we compete for two games?"

"I have two young disciples, one has learned the internal kung fu in the temple, and the other has learned the sword technique of the Damo Hall for a few days. I heard that the donor's Luoying sword technique and the blinking magic technique are the best in the world, and this donor has a deep internal strength..."

"Let me do this, let my little disciple open my eyes. If the little disciple can block a move and half, then let it go, what about it?"

Seeing that Huang Yaoshi was silent, the abbot of Shaolin said, "Bitty leaves! Bitty is true!"

Following the words of the Shaolin abbot, the two monks came out.

Wang Zhenting looked at the two of them, raised his lips slightly, and chuckled at the Shaolin abbot with a sarcastic chuckling.

Little apprentice? How many days have you studied? You are so good at speaking!

"Donor, I am a monk, Kuye, first of all, learn about it."

The bitter leaves with frosted temples rose into the air and landed on a large drum on a high platform not far away. They raised their hands and held two drumsticks.

"Dong, dun!"

Amid the intense drum sounds, the monks in the left and right rows took a few steps back, sat down on the spot, silently chanting the Buddhist scriptures, and keeping their minds in mind.

At the same time, the drum sound gradually became fierce, and the drum sound mixed with strong internal force destroyed people's minds and attacked the two of them like invisible hammers.
Chapter completed!