Chapter 373
The monk from Shaolin Temple Kongchan in Luocheng is coming.
Don't say that.
Xue Ling had not heard any noise before, but early the next morning, she heard a commotion in the streets of Luo City.
Amid the commotion, the Buddha's name came, Amitabha.
Xue Ling looked at the ceiling in front of her, sighed, then slowly dressed and got up, washed briefly, and then went out to see the Shaolin masters.
In fact, Xue Ling and Fang Bie talked about some things yesterday, and the focus of the conversation was about the Dragon Boat Festival.
In fact, Dragon Boat Festival is still harmless to humans and animals, serving as his waiter in Xiaohun Inn.
Ever since He Ping started asking Dragon Boat Festival to start chanting sutras, Dragon Boat Festival has become more and more elusive.
Although usually this bouncing boy with twin ponytails who looks like a cute lolita still shuttles around the inn delivering food, and sometimes calls him "brother or sister" sweetly, which is so sweet that it almost melts into my heart.
But more often than not, the time spent chanting sutras in the room during the Dragon Boat Festival is getting longer and longer.
Occasionally, Xue Ling even worries that if the Dragon Boat Festival continues like this, she will regain the forgotten memories.
But Fang Bie told Xue Ling not to worry.
Because - Dragon Boat Festival is smarter than they thought.
Xue Ling didn't know what Fang Bie meant, but Fang Bie said there was no need to worry, so there really was no need to worry.
But now, I don’t go to Shaolin Temple, but Shaolin Temple comes to Luocheng.
The Xiaohun Inn now has the ashes of the eminent monk Kong Wu, as well as the young monk Kong Wu's disciple, whose original name was Shi Ran and is now named Dragon Boat Festival.
In short, no matter what, I still feel panicked.
Fang Bie also had an agreement with Monk Kongwu in exchange for any of the seventy-two Shaolin skills in exchange for Monk Kongwu's ashes.
After all, according to Fang Bie's current grading standard for Shaolin's seventy-two stunts, there are basically no green martial arts. Most of them are blue martial arts, with a small amount of purple martial arts. No matter which one you choose, Fang Bie will not lose.
Especially when Fang Bie's current internal strength is on the path of three or five magical skills, if he looks at one more martial arts that Fang Bie has never understood before, this young man's Kung Fu will be even stronger.
But even so, Fang Bie never thought about going to Shaolin Temple.
And this time, the leading monk from the Shaolin Temple who came to Luo City was Kong Wu's junior brother, the monk Kong Chan, whose Buddhist name was Kong Chan. Since he had not walked down the mountain for decades, it was not even clear what martial arts he was good at. The only thing that could be determined was that The only thing is that Shaolin Temple will never send any three-legged cat to deal with this major crisis when Ning Huan comes to Luo.
Especially after Ning Huan just broke through Shang Li's interception.
At this time, the originally bustling streets of Luo City were already somewhat empty - officers and soldiers blocked both sides of the road, just like a quiet street necessary for high officials to go on patrol, but at this time, it was the eminent monks of Shaolin who welcomed them.
Xue Ling stood at the height of Xiaohun Inn, quietly watching the monk in yellow who came from afar.
Not many, only nine.
The leading monk was barefoot and yellow-robed, with nine ring scars permed on his head. He had a slender face, walked briskly, put one hand together, and hung a string of sandalwood beads on his hand. While turning, he recited Buddhist scriptures, and behind him The eight disciples repeated the humming of the leading monk in a low voice, overlapping and vibrating with each other, really like singing.
The people around him were so frightened that they all knelt down before the eminent Buddhist monk and did not dare to get up.
Fang Bie sighed softly.
"Why are you sighing?" Xue Ling turned back and looked at Fang Bie.
Shang Jiuge has already gone to the ring. What happened last night did not affect the kendo girl much. Moreover, the original martial arts tournament has now been officially sealed as the Young Heroes Association. Big and small nines were set up at Liulinpo overnight. The arena seemed even more powerful, and heroes from all over the world were also flocking towards Luo City.
It can only be said that the city of Los Angeles has not been so lively in hundreds of years.
"Because he doesn't know martial arts." Fang Bie said.
Xue Ling was stunned.
She looked down at the majestic Master Kongchan again, but couldn't tell anything at all.
"Isn't he from the Shaolin Temple?" Xue Ling could only say dryly.
Where can there be a monk in Shaolin Temple who doesn't know martial arts?
"But he really doesn't know how. He can only recite sutras." Fang Bie said lightly: "The eight monks he brought can form the vajra and subdue the demon formation. Maybe this is the reason why Shaolin Temple sent him." Xue Ling is now one
o'clock Neither of them were surprised that Fang could tell someone else's origins just by looking at them, but she was still incredulous that Master Kong Chan, the junior disciple of Abbot Kong Ming, didn't know how to do martial arts.
Especially if you don’t know martial arts, why come down the mountain to join in the fun?
Fang Bie glanced at Xue Ling quietly, and then said softly: "Of course it's because of Kong Wu."
"Kong Wu?" Hearing this name, Xue Ling still felt a little sad. Kong Wu was among the top in the Shaolin Temple. An important eminent monk mysteriously disappeared near Luocheng, his relics disappeared, and his body was not even preserved. There was no movement in the Shaolin Temple for such a long time, so it was a bit suspicious.
But taking advantage of the opportunity of Luo Jiao demons to invade the Central Plains, the Shaolin Temple responded to the invitation of Liumen and sent people down to Luo City to protect the environment and the people, stabilize the martial arts world, and everything was fine. By the way, they could investigate the cause of the death of the eminent monk Kong Wu. However, Why send an empty cicada down the mountain who doesn't know martial arts?
This made Xue Ling feel a little confused.
"I can't think clearly either." Fang Bie rarely admitted that he didn't know either.
Then he smiled: "But if you don't think clearly about things, just wait and see what happens."
Saying this, Fang Bi looked not far away: "Look, isn't someone coming here?"
Fang Bi said. Fang Luo, he saw someone dressed in white coming from the top of a tall building in the distance, like a swan with spread wings gliding in the air. Amidst the exclamations of the people around him, he landed safely in the middle of the road, and saw that person He looked to be in his thirties, dressed in white Confucian robes, with his sleeves fluttering. He gently shook his folding fan, and looked calmly at the yellow-robed monk in front of him: "May I ask if the master is the eminent Monk Kong Chan who is invincible in eloquence?" "The eminent
monk I don’t dare to be a eloquent person, and monks don’t lie.” Kong Chan clasped his hands together, chanted Amitabha, and looked at the white-clothed scribe in front of him: “I am just a little novice monk who serves the Buddha.” “May I ask who the donor is?
”
"Why are you stopping here?"
The scribe in white waved his folding fan slightly, looking very interested. Who is he if he is not Ning Tian?
Last night, his whereabouts were discovered by Fang Bie Shang Jiuge, and today he chose to appear in Luo City, and he came to the team of eminent monks who had just arrived at Shaolin Temple without a care in the world. His confidence and arrogance were evident.
"I'm Ning Tian." Ning Tian said simply: "I have been obsessed with martial arts for a long time. Today I met an eminent monk. I feel itchy and unbearable. I asked the eminent monk for advice." With that said, Ning Tian folded his folding fan and used it as a sword
. It stabbed straight towards Kongchan's chest.
There was another burst of exclamations all around.
(End of chapter)