Chapter 481 You Should All Go to Avici Hell!

Long Jingtian set off to Shaolin, in fact, he also intended to prevent Fang Bai's master and apprentice from dying in vain.

Their grandfather and grandson arrived near Shaolin one day earlier, and successfully followed Fang Bai, master and apprentice.

When seeing the two of them running wildly without using any real energy and purely using their physical strength, Long Nu was certainly puzzled by this, and Long Jingtian was also a little puzzled, but he never thought that Fang Bai's master and apprentice would be so bored as to run around casually It is guessed that it should be some kind of cultivation method.

"Grandpa, do you want to stop them now?"

After tracking for a while, seeing that Songshan, where Shaolin is located, was already in sight, Longnv turned her head and asked.

Long Jingtian shook his head and said: "No need! The two of them don't have too much violent killing spirit, maybe there won't be a duel fight as imagined. As for me, I don't want to show up unless it is absolutely necessary!"

"I still hope they can fight..."

The dragon girl muttered in a low voice.

"You girl, what good will it do you if they fight?"

Long Jingtian said angrily.

The Dragon Girl said with a smile: "The members of 'Longwei' said, Grandpa, you are the number one expert in the world of ancient martial arts. I want to see you show off your skills, but I have no chance! If they fight , Grandpa is going to stop it, isn't this an opportunity?"

Long Jingtian smiled and scolded: "You stinky girl, you know how to mess around! What is the number one master? It's someone else's guess, I don't dare to be it! The road of martial arts is endless. Who in this world dares to say that he has reached the pinnacle of martial arts! ,Invincible?"

"In my heart, grandpa is number one! He is invincible!"

"Okay, okay, stop flattering! Remember, after we sneak into Shaolin, you'd better not make a sound, just watch silently. There are many masters in Shaolin, if you are not careful, they will find out, then we just have to I can show my face!"

"Know it!"

While the grandfather and grandson were talking, they found that Fang Bai's master and apprentice had arrived at the "Welcome Pavilion" at the foot of Songshan Mountain.

The Welcome Pavilion is a small pavilion located at the foot of the mountain in the Shaolin Zhike Hall, which is specially used to deal with some incidents between Shaolin and the outside world.

For example, there are often warriors from the ancient martial arts world who come to Shaolin to challenge and want to fight to become famous. When encountering such things, Shaolin usually sends Zhigu monks to the welcoming pavilion at the foot of the mountain to deal with them.

In the welcoming living room, there are two Zhike monks on duty every day.

When Fang Bai and Gui Shou arrived at the welcoming pavilion, they saw two ordinary guest monks, one old and one young, sitting upright in the pavilion.

"Two benefactors, what's the matter?"

Seeing Fang Bai and Gui Shou walking into the welcoming pavilion, the two monks got up hurriedly, and the old monk asked respectfully after clapping his hands together.

"You go and tell the old monk Jueren that the ghost hand of the disciple of Wanyao Valley came to Shaolin to settle a grudge!"

Ghost Hand said coldly.

Seeing the ghost hand's eyes suddenly showing a murderous look, the two Zhike monks couldn't help shivering.

"Benefactor, please wait a moment..."

The old Zhike monk thought of the abbot's previous advice, and immediately gave the young Zhike monk a wink.

Without saying a word, the young Zhigu monk spread his legs and ran up the mountain like crazy.

After the incidents of Yanyu Tower and Qingcheng Temple happened one after another, Shaolin also received rumors, so Abbot Jueren repeatedly told the Zhike monk in charge of guarding that if he saw two young people appearing at the foot of the mountain, he should go up the mountain to report immediately without delay.

Fang Bai and Gui Shou came to Shaolin this time to seek justice openly and aboveboard, so they were not in a hurry. When they saw the young monk going up the mountain, they sat down in the pavilion and waited patiently.

A moment later, four middle-aged monks rushed down the mountain road, surrounded by a fat monk with big ears and a red face.

Judging by the movements of the five monks, they were all not weak monks.

"One prefecture-level elementary level, four mysterious-level perfection... Legend has it that Shaolin is the Taishan Beidou of China's ancient martial arts world, and one of the best ancient martial arts sects. When I saw it today, it really lived up to its reputation!"

Fang Bai saw that among the five Shaolin monks who came down the mountain, the weakest ones were Xuan-level Consummation, and there was even a prefecture-level warrior. Only these, Yanyu Tower and Qingcheng Temple could not be compared.

According to rumors, Jue Ren, the current abbot of Shaolin, is a thin old monk about 60 years old, holding a Zen stick, and wearing a cassock with a red background and bright gold threads. Ren's image is very different. Judging from his strength, he should be an elder in Shaolin.

Surrounded by five middle-aged monks, the fat monk came down to the guest pavilion, looked at Fang Bai and Guishou, then walked into the pavilion with a solemn expression, saluted, and said, "May I ask which benefactor is the one?" Ghost Hand, a disciple of the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines?"

"I am!"

The ghost took a step forward with cold eyes, stared at the fat monk closely, and asked coldly, "Are you Jueren?"

The fat monk said: "Old monk Jueming, now the elder of Zhiketang. The abbot brother is currently in retreat, and it is inconvenient to go down the mountain. Please forgive me!"

The ghost hand sneered and said, "Retreat and cultivate? Hehe, it's clear that you have done something wrong, and you don't have the face to face others, right?"

"Brother Abbot, knowing that the benefactor is a disciple of the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines, specially asked me to bring a sentence..."

Jue Ming met Ghost Hand's eyes full of hatred, and said solemnly: "He said that the matter of Wan Yao Valley was done by a small number of Shaolin monks without his knowledge, but as the abbot, he is He should be responsible for the ineffective supervision. He asked me to represent Shaolin to apologize to the benefactor, and at the same time return to the benefactor a copy of the heaven-level exercises copied from the Yanyu Building..."

"Apologize...what an apology!"

The ghost hand watched Jueming put a copy of the heaven-level exercise on the stone table of the welcoming pavilion, looked up to the sky and laughed a few times, then glared at Ming, and said loudly: "I will kill you monks and burn you. Temple, and then apologize to you, are you willing?"

"Amitabha!"

Jue Ming proclaimed the Buddha's name, and said in a deep voice: "As far as I know, my Shaolin disciples withdrew halfway through the Wan Yao Valley incident, and did not kill any of you..."

The ghost hand asked sharply: "You are helping the tyrant, although you did not kill, but what is the difference from killing? You monks, who keep talking about charity, but secretly committing murder and arson, don't you think this is blasphemy to the Buddha? Everyone should go to Avici Hell!"

After the ghost hand finished speaking, he went to the stone table, grabbed the heaven-level exercise, and his true essence penetrated into it, and then swung it hard, and the sky-level exercise immediately turned into scraps of paper and flew away with the wind.

For martial artists in the mundane world, the heaven-level exercises are the most coveted treasures. Jueming didn't expect that the ghost hand would destroy it without even looking at it. After saying that, his face suddenly sank, and he said: "Benefactor, you are serious!"

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