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In late December, the New Year's atmosphere was strong day by day, and at this festive time, Shaolin Temple met unexpected guests.

A middle-aged white-haired man came to the temple gate through the snow-covered mountain road.

The gatekeepers were lazily basking in the sun, feeling the rare warmth of the cold winter, and they were a little surprised when they saw the middle-aged man.

This man has good facial features, but has a strong temperament. He is wearing a red robe with a black background. He is complex in shape and painted with evil totem styles. His eyes are oozing with concealed blood, which makes several known guest monks quite uncomfortable.

One of them courageously greeted him, "Dare to ask what the donor has come from? Any greetings?"

"Yu Feng, the elder of the sect of the blood, came to your temple to submit an invitation on the entrustment of the leader, and hope that the monk will trouble the abbot.

The visitor took a few minutes of courtesy, took out a piece of white paper from his arms and handed it to the Zhike monk. When the monk took it, he felt that the tentacles were soft and thin, but the texture was wonderful, and it was more comfortable than the famous rice paper. .

The scholars and monks gathered for eleven ceremonies, then turned and ran to the temple.

At this time, the abbot was sitting in the meditation room and knocking on the wooden fish, but no visitors were seen. The Zhike monk first went to find the elder Zi Nian Zen Master. The Zen Master fetched the greeting note, frowned immediately, and then read the text on it.

"In the past, the great god of the junta deposed the court, and since then, the affairs of martial arts have been as complex as a beautiful flower. I have longed for it with my heart. Now I unite with hundreds of thousands of rivers and lakes, and I am planning to establish a sect in the bloody valley of Jiangbei in early February next year. Preparation for the ceremony. After that, we have invited famous martial artists to participate in the feat to witness this time. It has long been known that Shaolin is the Taishan Beidou of the martial arts, and has great prestige. I know that Shaolin Abbot Zixing Zen Master is also a man of martial arts and martial arts. Our school teaches us to be brilliant.

Lei Guangling, the leader of the Jiangbei Blood Sect, worshipped."

Zen Master Zi Nie asked the Zhike Monk and said, "Who sent this invitation?"

"It's a benefactor who claims to be the elder of the bloody sect, waiting outside the temple gate!"

Zen Master Zi Nie frowned and said, "Go back and tell the gatekeepers to be alert to this person, and wait until the poor monk invites the abbot to make another decision!"

The Zhike monk led the way, and Zen Master Zi Nie hurried to the abbot's room and knocked on the door three times.

"It's a sin, why panic?"

"It's good to teach the abbot to know that there is a thief who kills and hides outside the door!"

The next moment, the door burst open, and Zen Master Zixing walked out with an iron face.

"Good, good! I want to see which evil demon dared to be so arrogant! Come to Shaolin Baocha, but don't leave!"

Chapter 97: Gray Stain, Confrontation

Sitting on the couch, Lu Zhengkang looked through a book of "Easy Counting of Plum Blossoms". Suddenly he felt a whim. He turned his head and looked around without seeing any abnormalities. He looked at it with the eyes of the sky, but found that there was a special upper edge bead in front of Shaolin Temple.

There are many broken upper edges on the surface of this upper edge bead, which looks like a sea urchin, and the overall brilliance is covered by a layer of dim gray stains, which looks very lifeless.

This kind of gray mark Lu Zhengkang is rarely seen, even for those who are about to die, the upper edge beads are still bright and clean.

All the upper edges that conform to the cycle of the heavens are bright, so this gray mark is obviously the product of deviating from the heavens.

And those broken upper marginal lines mean the destruction of the upper marginal beads that were once connected with this person, and the connected upper marginal beads are at least good friends, or relatives and friends who have interacted with each other.

Lu Zhengkang frowned, and a villain came.

On this side, Zen Master Zixing called for the first seat of the third courtyard, and the other four elders, eighteen arhats, and twenty-six masters in total, stood in the courtyard behind the temple gate. Preparations were not inadequate.

The abbot made the Zhike Monk open the door.

The creaking door shaft rattles, the red-painted thick door opens, and the bloody sect elder Yu Feng stepped inside.

The high monks saw that this person's blood was faint, his eyes were fierce and vicious, and his face was smirked, but he was cold. It is impossible for such a person to have thousands of lives in his hands.

"Yu Feng, the elder of the bloody sect, has met all the Shaolin monks and great virtues." He was very polite, bowed his hands, and was afraid that a good gentleman's skin might deceive many people.

Zen Master Zi Nie's nature is like a raging fire. Even if he took a step forward, he yelled and said: "Good demon! How dare you come to my Shaolin land to disturb the cleanliness, but this time I have to keep you!"

Yu Feng straightened up, pretending to be frightened: "I don't know where to offend all the masters, why do you call for murder when you meet?"

Zi Nie snorted and took out the invitation, "Don't want to be so arrogant, the poor monk asks you, is this invitation made of human skin?"

The other party immediately put away the insincere fear on his face and chuckled, "How did the monk know that this is human skin? Could it be that you also love to use such a beautiful thing?"

"Nonsense!" Zen Master Zi Nie was speechless for a while after he finished cursing, unable to think of a rebuttal.

He was already anxious, but the abbot did not speak, and could only look at each other angrily.

Zen Master Zixing sang the Buddha's name, "Amitabha Buddha, the donor is vicious and has many worries. It's better to stay in my Shaolin for a while, eat fast and reciting the Buddha to eliminate the evil nature." The old monk's face was flat to a little indifferent.

Yu Feng assumed the posture of a younger generation, "I have seen the master, but I don’t care about my body. In addition, I don’t know if I can see the abbot of your temple and spread the letter for our master Lei. inappropriate."

The monks suddenly became angry when they heard it.

The eleventh ceremony of the child's nature became more and more indifferent, "The poor monk is the Abbot of Shaolin."

Yu Feng laughed, "The old monk should not blame me, no one in the rivers and lakes has ever heard of Shaolin's superb martial arts "Cleaning the Marrow Sutra". If a cultivator is a boy, he can stay young forever. Naturally, he has practiced this technique. And the master is so old that it is impossible to be the abbot," he said, and suddenly shook his head pretending to be surprised, "No, are you really a master abbot, then why are you like this? , Could it be..."

What he said both inside and outside implies that Zi Xing has lost his virgin body, but his intentions are extremely sinister. A monk is a big scandal, let alone the abbot of Shaolin.

The Zen master, the first subset of the Prajna Hall, stepped forward and said loudly: "The abbot of my temple has realized the wonderful meaning of'not dry, not glorious, not false, not empty' many years ago. His spirit is restrained and he returns to the original, but his external appearance is No longer as constant as a young man."

"You have seen people, and the letter has been spread. Now it's time to go to the poor monk to talk about things." The abbot wandered forward, and every step he took, his face became younger and younger. After three steps, he looked like a young man, except for his jaw. No one would have expected that the monk had passed his senile age. Zi Xing took another three steps, with a layer of golden flame on his face, scorching fierce, scorching, and irritating, sneaky. People who see it are discouraged.

Yu Feng laughed, "Is the Arahant who descended from the demons and lived in the world, is still not old! Unfortunately, although I want to listen to the Buddha's teachings, but the ceremony is about to start, the old man Lei cannot do without me! Goodbye!"

Before the words were finished, the group of monks attacked, bursting vigorously across the air, making a thunderous sound like a winter thunder.

However, Yu Feng's body is weird. Suddenly before and after, his limbs are stiff like walking corpses, but he is dragged in the air by inexplicable force, as if he is offering sacrifices to the great god, and a terrifying force is exploded out of thin air, causing the monks to attack. Slowly and easily can be avoided.

This is the Flying Corpse Great Nuo Dance, a peculiar light skill combined with primitive witchcraft, and its power is unpredictable.

At this time, Zen Master Zi Nie's neck was violently blue, and his mouth opened loudly, sounding like a wild lion, awe-inspiring and decisive.

"Roar!"

Yu Feng's expression remained unchanged, and he praised "the lion's roar is well-deserved."

He could no longer maintain his posture and fell to the ground, shouting: "Does the Shaolin monks only know to besiege! What a decent sect!"

"Then let you see what it means to conquer demons!"

Zen Master Zixing said, a palm hit, a strong palm strength, as high as the sky tsunami, endless, covering a radius of tens of meters, unavoidable, nowhere to escape, it is known as the Shaolin No. Vajra Prajna palm of a god palm.

Yu Feng waved his claws, and layers of blood came out, and there was a screaming ghost in the sky, and it went straight into the sky, but it was the secret of bloody super-third-order martial arts, blood pond ghost claws, practiced with human and animal blood, fierce and vicious, blood of the middle Backflow is swallowed by ghost claws, which is the evil method of killing, raising and killing.

With this grasp, his skill was actually able to match the power of Zen Master Zixing. The power was incredible, but he did not know how many creatures he killed to get his blood.

"Good thief!" The abbot shouted angrily, clenched his palms as a fist, and struck out flatly. In an instant, the brilliance was flourishing, like a golden sun falling to the ground, and those who saw it only felt the sound of Sanskrit singing faintly in their ears.

Shaolin Treasures shook and bells rang loudly, making it more and more unmatched.

With a punch, the ghost claws in the blood pool shattered and turned into blood mist, which was scattered by the golden light.