After Azhu disguised himself, he sneaked into Shaolin Temple immediately following the night.

There are hundreds of halls and courtyards in Shaolin Temple, one in the east and one in the west, all scattered on the hillside of Shaoshi Mountain.

After Azhu sneaked in, his eyes turned dark, and there was no direction, and he had no idea about the direction of the temple.

For a moment, Azhu, who was wandering and helpless, ran around Shaolin Temple. Whenever he passed by a hall, he would lean out of the window, hoping to hear any clues.

Although she was not very skilled in her kung fu, she was still good at light skills. In addition, she was avoiding the crowd from afar while she was in the dark, so no one noticed her abnormality for a while.

In this way, I was exploring the past. When I arrived at a small house, I suddenly heard someone in the window say, "The abbot has something to discuss with me, please go to the Zhengdao Court now."

Another old voice said, "Okay! I'll go right away."

Azhu's heart moved and thought: Shaolin abbot wants to discuss major issues. Should he discuss dealing with the young master? I will listen to it with him, and maybe I can hear useful information.

At this time, only a "creak" sound was heard, and the door was pushed open, and two monks walked out of it. The old one was heading west, and the young one was hurried east, thinking that they should have been informing others again.

Azhu quickly held her breath and did not dare to move lightly. She knew that her martial arts skills were low and that if she was not careful, she would be discovered. Therefore, she was cautious all the way and did not dare to act rashly.

After the old monk walked away, she followed far behind and saw him heading west into a room on the westmost side.

After he entered the room and brought the door, Azhu then walked around and walked to the back of the room. He looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he leaned over and hid under the window.

Then, only the footsteps outside the door were heard. As he counted the footsteps, Azhu found four people one after another. After a while, two more people came. Through the figures projected on the window paper, Azhu found that there were more than ten people gathering in the room.

Only a majestic voice could be heard: "Mr. Xuanbei died a man's hand a few months ago. We will chase the murderer with all our might, as if it is against my Buddha's precept of not being angry or not being angry.

However, subduing demons and killing evil spirits is to save the world. Our generation learns martial arts. The original intention is to promote Buddhism, learn from my Buddha's great compassion, relieve the suffering of sentient beings, and eliminate a demon to save countless people in the world..."

Azhu was shocked. Is this traitor talking about the young master?

Then he heard the voice continue, "Junior brother, will there be a result when tracing the devil?"

Then another voice sounded: "Abbot, my younger brother, visited for several months, and found out that there have been dozens of murders in the world, and the deceased all died under their own unique skills.

Amitabha! The devil's attack is so cruel that it is outrageous and infuriating.

But I still have doubts. Judging from the time of the crime, the accident happened to Deputy Gangma of the Beggar Gang, Senior Brother Xuanbei and others less than three days apart, but one was far away in Dali, while the other was in Junzhou.

What I am worried about is how the murderer went to two places to commit the crime in such a short time and such a long distance.

Therefore, I doubt whether the murderer committed the crime in a gang, and whether it was included in Mr. Murong, it remains to be discussed."

The majestic voice said before: "This matter must be investigated clearly. As the leader of the right path in the world, I, Shaolin, must act impartially and not wrongly accuse a good person or let a bad person go.

Junior brother, has Mr. Murong’s whereabouts been investigated clearly?”

Another strange voice replied: "Report to the abbot's senior brother, I asked the lay disciples near the scene of the incident one by one. They all said that they had not found any traces of Mr. Murong."

A majestic voice asked, "Do you know where Mr. Murong is now?"

The man replied, "A few months ago, he was still in Yanziwu, but after he left the house, he disappeared."

Before, Ah Zhu didn't dare to act rashly, even his breathing was reduced to the lowest point, because she knew that the person in this room must be the real power of Shaolin Temple, and it is very likely that the first of each courtyard, including the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

Now that they heard them say in person that they did not know the whereabouts of the young master, it means that the young master had never been to Shaolin Temple and was not detained by Shaolin Temple.

Thinking of this, Azhu let out a long breath and finally put down the big stone in her heart. Then she felt a little shocked and thought to herself that something was wrong, she was careless.

At the same time, a loud shout came from the room: "Who is sneaking outside the room?"

Ah Zhu ran away without saying a word.

However, her martial arts, which is only a third-rate, was discovered again in this Shaolin Temple, which was guarding the forbidden Shaolin Temple, and could she escape?

After running several feet away, Azhu heard a strong wind coming from behind him. With a "bang", a powerful palm force was stamped on her back. She spit out a mouthful of blood, endured the discomfort, and continued to run forward.

She had an idea in her mind, that was to escape and tell Miss Chou about the news about the young master.

Xuanci and others came out of the house, stood under the eaves, and looked at her passing figure. A monk asked, "Abbot, do you want your junior brother to catch him back?"

Xuan Ci twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand and replied, "Amitabha, this person is not my Shaolin disciple. He was hit by a powerful Vajra Palm of my monk. He would definitely not have a chance to survive and there would be no need to go through a lot of trouble. If he could run out of this temple, it would be his fortune."

Ah Zhu fled all the way, and I don’t know if it was good luck or the disciples in Shaolin Temple had already stopped. When she fled to the mountain gate, she met several Shaolin monks.

"Who?"

"Stop quickly, which school are you from?"

Then, he chased after him.

Azhu was panicked and never made any noise. She tried her best to pick the remote paths and run wildly, thorns and weeds, hooking her pair of trousers to pieces, and her calves were covered in blood, but she didn't care.

She didn't know how long it had passed or how far she had run.

With a "thump", her eyes went dark and she lost consciousness and fainted.

In the darkness, she kept running, and she didn't know how long she had run, but finally a trace of light appeared in front of her eyes. She ran towards the light, and finally, her eyes lit up.

Azhu opened his eyes and saw a dilapidated earthen house with the thatch on the roof being clearly visible. When he turned around, he saw a familiar face imprinting into Azhu's eyelids.

She forced a smile and said softly: "Gangmaster Qiao!"

But her condition was too weak. After screaming, she closed her eyes again.

Qiao Feng was stunned. The voice was extremely sweet and clear, and the softness of a woman from a southern water town, which made people feel indescribable comfort at first glance.

However, this woman actually knows her, is she an acquaintance?
Chapter completed!