The monks in Shaolin Temple are about to arrive.

Don't say that.

Xue Ling didn't hear any wind before, but the next morning, he heard the noise in the streets of Luocheng.

In the noise, the Buddha's yells are bursting, Amitabha Buddha.

Xue Ling looked at the ceiling in front of her, sighed, then slowly got up, washed up briefly, and then went out to see the Shaolin masters.

Yesterday, Xue Ling and Fang Bie talked about some things, and the focus of them was about Dragon Boat Festival.

In fact, the Dragon Boat Festival is still harmlessly in the Xiaohun Inn in front of his small jog hall.

Since He Ping started to chant the Dragon Boat Festival, the Dragon Boat Festival has become increasingly elusive.

Although this boy who jumps and jumps in the double ponytails looks like a cute luoli is still shuttled and delivered dishes in the inn, sometimes calling out brothers and sisters sweetly, the sweet person almost drifts into his heart.

But more often, the Dragon Boat Festival usually takes longer and longer to recite scriptures in the room.

Occasionally, Xue Ling even worried that if Dragon Boat Festival continues like this, she will regain the forgotten memories.

But Fang Bie told Huo Ying not to worry.

Because Dragon Boat Festival is smarter than they imagined.

Xue Ling didn’t know what Fang Be said, but Fang Be said no need to worry, so there is really no need to worry.

But now, I don’t go to Shaolin Temple, but Shaolin Temple comes to Luocheng.

Xiaohun Inn now has the ashes of the eminent monk Kongwu, and the little monk whose disciple was originally named Shi Ran, now named Dragon Boat Festival. Xue Ling is also practicing the Vajra Indestructible Art, and the Buddha's relics are even in Dragon Boat Festival's belly.

In short, no matter what, I always feel panicked.

Fang Bie also made an agreement with the monk Kongwu in his hand, and exchanged the ashes of the monk Kongwu for any of the 72 Shaolin skills.

After all, the current classification standards for Shaolin's 72 unique skills are basically no green martial arts. Most of them are blue martial arts, and a small amount of purple martial arts. No matter which one they change, Fang Bi will not lose.

Especially when Fang Bie's internal skills are now in the path of three or five magical skills, if he looks at one more sect, Fang Bie has never understood martial arts, the young man's kung fu will be stronger.

But even so, Fang Bie never had the intention to go to Shaolin Temple.

And the leading monk who came to Luocheng in Shaolin Temple this time was Kong Wu's junior brother, Kong Chan, and Kong Chan, whose magic name was Kong Chan. Since he had not gone down the mountain for decades, he was not even sure what martial arts he was good at. The only thing that is certain is that Shaolin Temple would never send any three-legged cats to deal with the major crisis of Ning Huan coming to Luo this time.

Especially after Ning Huan broke through Shang Li’s interception.

At this time, the originally bustling streets of Luocheng were already empty, and at this time, some officers and soldiers blocked both sides of the road, just like a quiet street that a high-ranking official had to go on a patrol. However, at this time, the Shaolin monks were welcomed.

Xue Ling stood at the height of Xiaohun Inn, quietly watching the monk in yellow who came from afar.

Not many, only nine.

The monk in the lead was barefoot and yellow, with nine ring scars on his head, with clear faces and light steps. He clasped his hands together, and a string of sandalwood Buddhist beads hanging on his hands. He was chanting Buddhist scriptures and Buddha names while turning. The eight disciples behind him repeated the humming of the monk in the lead, which coincided with each other and was like singing.

The people around were so scared that they knelt down at the Buddhist monks and masters, and they were overwhelmed and dared not get up.

And Fang Bie sighed softly.

"Why do you want to sigh?" Xue Ling turned around and looked at Fang Bi.

Shang Jiuge has already gone to the ring. The incident last night did not affect the sword girl much. The original martial arts competition has now been officially stamped for the Youth Heroes Club. Nine arenas of all sizes were tied up in Liulinpo overnight, making it even more powerful, and heroes from all over the world are also rushing towards Luocheng.

I can only say that the city of Luocheng has not been so lively for hundreds of years.

"Because he doesn't know how to do martial arts." Fang Bie said.

Xue Ling was shocked.

She looked down at the solemn Master Kong Chan again, and couldn't tell anything at all.

"Isn't he from Shaolin Temple?" Xue Ling could only say dryly.

Where can there be a monk who knows martial arts in Shaolin Temple?

"But he really doesn't. He only knows how to recite scriptures." Fang Bie said lightly: "The eight monks he brought can form the Vajra Demon Subduing Formation. Perhaps this is why Shaolin Temple sent him here."

Xue Ling is not surprised that Fang Fei could tell others' origins at first glance, but she still couldn't believe that Master Kong Chan, as the junior brother of the abbot Kong Ming, could not even know martial arts.

Especially if you don’t know how to go 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 Kongwu."

"Kongwu?" Xue Ling was still a little sad when she heard this name. Kongwu, as an important monk at the top of Shaolin Temple, mysteriously disappeared near Luocheng. The relics disappeared and even his body was not preserved. Shaolin Temple had not moved for such a long time, which was a bit suspicious.

However, taking advantage of the opportunity of Luo Sect demons invading the Central Plains, Shaolin Temple, at the invitation of Liushemen, sent people down the mountain to Luocheng to protect the country and stabilize the martial arts world. There is nothing wrong with it. By the way, you can investigate the cause of the death of the monk Kongwu, but why did you send an Kong cicada who knows martial arts down the mountain?

This made Xue Ling feel a little puzzled.

"I can't figure it out." Fang Bie admitted that he didn't know either.

Then he smiled: "But just wait and see if you can't figure out what you can't figure out."

As he said this, Fang Bie looked not far away: "Look, isn't someone here?"

As Fang Bie finished speaking, he saw someone coming from the top of the tall building in the distance in white clothes, like a swan spreading wings gliding in the air. Amid the screams of the people around him, he landed peacefully in the middle of the road. He saw that the man looked only in his thirties, wearing a white Confucian uniform, his shirt fluttered, and he gently waved the folding fan. He looked at the yellow-clad monk in front of him with calmness: "Do you ask the master is an invincible monk in the air cicada?"

"The monks dare not behave, the eloquent talent dare not behave, and the monks do not lie." Kong Chan clasped his hands together, chanted Amitabha Buddha, and looked at the white-clothed scholar in front of him: "I am just a little novice monk who serves the Buddha."

"Dare you ask who the donor is?"

"Why stop here?"

The white-clothed scholar swayed his folding fan lightly, and he was interested. Who would he be if he wasn't Ning Tian?

Last night, he was knocked out by Fang Bingshang Jiuge, and today he chose to appear in Luocheng. He came to the team of monks who had just arrived in Shaolin Temple. His confidence and arrogance can be seen.

"I'm in Ning Tian." Ning Tian said simply: "I've been obsessed with martial arts for a long time. Today I'm so itchy. I'm so excited to ask for advice from the monk."

As he said this, Ning Tian tied up the folding fan, used the fan as a sword, and stabbed straight towards Kong Chan's chest.
Chapter completed!