"I didn't expect that the leader of Jiangzhai, Jue Wushuang, has been coveting Shaolin Kung Fu for a long time, so he carefully arranged today's situation."

Xiao Yuanshan looked at Jiang Dali and smiled, then shook his head, "But I'm surprised. With your strength and the situation you created today, you could go to war with Shaolin directly and cause a big chaos. Wouldn't it be easier for you to sneak into the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion?

within."

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Feng also looked at Jiang Dali with a surprised look, raised his hand in confusion and said, "Thanks to my benefactor, the martial arts you have learned now is no worse than Shaolin's unique skills, and is even better.

After all, human energy is limited, I wonder why you want to dabble in more Shaolin secrets?"

"Hehehe..."

Jiang Dali shook his head with a sarcastic expression, and said with his hands behind his hands, "I went to the Sutra Pavilion not for the martial arts students in the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion, but to meet an expert in Shaolin."

Xiao Feng looked solemn and said in surprise, "Is this the mysterious old monk who swept the floor?"

Jiang Dali nodded, "Not bad."

Xiao Yuanshan frowned, "A mysterious old sweeping monk? There is a mysterious old sweeping monk in Shaolin who is an expert?"

He couldn't help but suddenly laughed, shook his head and said, "Master Jiangzhai, are you just trying to make fun of me? I have been secretly going back and forth to the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion for decades. I have seen some Shaolin masters, and I have also seen a sweeping monk.

few.

But what about being an expert? Isn’t it a joke? How can an expert be a sweeper?"

"Yes, I know a lot about Shaolin masters, but they are basically the masters in charge of various Shaolin halls and even branch temples. How can any master be willing to be a sweeping monk?"

Lu Xiaofeng also came over from the side and couldn't help but retort.

Jiang Dali said calmly, "You all underestimate Shaolin. Mr. Xiao, weren't you surprised just now, why didn't I just start a big war with Shaolin and then take advantage of the chaos to enter Shaolin?"

It's not that I don't want to start a war.

But once the war starts, Heifeng Village and Shaolin will truly be on opposite sides.

I will lose a lot of profits, and there are so many masters hidden in Shaolin that the current Black Wind Village cannot match."

When it comes to starting a war, Jiang Dali will certainly not start a war rashly.

Because Shaolin is actually his wild leek farm now.

There are quite a few Shaolin players who have another identity as disciples of Bahuang. They only need a little profit to impress and seduce them, and they can transform into airborne soldiers of Black Wind Village.

Moreover, Shaolin usually helps him raise these airborne soldiers. He does not need to spend too much energy on cultivating and fertilizing them. He only needs to be responsible for harvesting them regularly.

If they are completely hostile to Shaolin, except for a very small number of Shaolin Bahuang disciples who have absolutely no bottom line, most of the other Bahuang disciples may turn into opposition due to the hostility of the camp.

This kind of situation is something Jiang Dali doesn't want to see, and it's also something that others can't even imagine.

Xiao Yuanshan sneered to himself, "If Shaolin is so secretive, why did I and Murong Bo go back and forth to the important place of the Sutra Pavilion for decades, and no one stopped me?

In fact, it is just a random boast in the world.

There are rumors in the world that the Patriarch Bodhidharma of Shaolin is still alive, Master Jiang, don’t you believe it too?”

"You don't believe it because the expert doesn't want to argue with you. Now you don't need to question anything. In fact, I haven't seen him yet. I asked you to take me to the Sutra Pavilion just because I wanted to see him in person to be sure.

Let’s talk about martial arts.”

Jiang Dali said calmly and waved his hands.

"Since you have this idea, my dear friend, I will go with you."

Xiao Feng solemnly stared at Jiang Dali and said.

Although he believes that Shaolin monks should all be kind-hearted and compassionate, there should be no danger in this trip.

But after all, Jiang Dali wanted to break into the Sutra Pavilion, so there was no guarantee that nothing would happen.

"I...I won't wade into muddy waters anymore."

Lu Xiaofeng opened her mouth, stroked her beard and smiled, "Since you said that the sweeping monk is so powerful, then you can just go. What's so good about an old monk?"

Xiao Yuanshan ignored Lu Xiaofeng and asked directly, "When do you plan to leave? It's not easy for you to sneak away quietly now that you are in full public view."

Jiang Dali looked at the twenty arenas where fierce competitions were taking place at this time, and said calmly, "I have already made arrangements. Later, you will pretend to leave first, and I will watch the competition here for a while before getting away. It is still too early now." ."

"Okay! I'm leaving now. I'll meet you later in the pine forest of the southern col."

Xiao Yuanshan clasped his fists and left swiftly and resolutely.

When Xiao Feng saw this, he also nodded vigorously to Jiang, "In that case, I will leave first."

in a blink.

Both father and son of the Xiao family left.

When people in the Jianghu in the distance saw this, they were not surprised. They only thought that the father and son had been separated for many years and now that they were reunited, they had endless things to talk about.

"Ha, it's boring!"

Lu Xiaofeng yawned, stretched, and said lazily to Jiang Dali, "Since you have agreed, I won't bother you. I'll go see how these strangers are doing, and you don't have to worry about me. ."

Swish——

Lu Xiaofeng said, and after showing off his skills, he got off the high platform, and walked to some arenas where the female players from Black Wind Village were active, commenting and appreciating them.

Jiang Dali was the only one left on the entire viewing platform.

Jiang Dali clapped his hands, and the Ghost King, the Three Kings, and Kou Zhong, who were waiting in the audience, all jumped to the stage, bowed and clasped their fists at Jiang Dali.

"Fortress Master!"

"You will stay here later and don't let anyone come on stage to disturb the leader of the village. You can disperse until the monks from Shaolin notice the movement on the mountain."

Jiang Dali gave orders.

"yes!"

The three kings and Kou Zhong all accepted the order, and then stood guard at the four corners of the high platform.

Jiang Dali waved his palm, and Peiran's palm power exploded.

The curtains on the surrounding high platform pillars vibrated away from their hooks, and three sides hung down, revealing only a space directly in front of them.

Jiang Dali, a burly figure wearing armor and a dark-gold horned helmet, sat on a large pear-shaped chair in the viewing platform, looking down from a high position, as if he was watching the performances of many players on the stage.

While many people in the arena were watching the competition on the stage, they sometimes glanced at Jiang Dali's burly figure on the high platform, with a look of fear and fear in their eyes, and they didn't dare to take a second look.

...

"What kind of medicine does this Black Wind Village leader sell in his gourd? He led tens of thousands of people all the way to our Shaolin just to have such a competition? What's the point?"

"Since his debut, this Jiang Donor has been as powerful as a rainbow. He has set off several large-scale battles in the rivers and lakes. As a result, the Songshan Sect and the Huashan Sect are leaderless. Even the power gangs in several places and the Twelve Links Water Village are also Because of the disbandment, everything you do is not without purpose, you have to be careful!"

"But this person really values ​​the aliens from the beginning to the end. Maybe this time this person really just wants to train the actual combat abilities of these aliens."

"Yes, if this person really wants to start a war, he could have called on strangers to besiege my Shaolin before, but there is no need to go to such trouble."

"Anyway, I still have to be wary of this person. I always feel something is wrong. The two junior brothers, Uncle Kong Jian and Junior Mengyi have returned to the temple?"

On the west side of the twenty arena area, a group of Shaolin monks gathered here to discuss.

When Xuanji mentioned Kongjian and Mengyi, Xuansheng on the side said hurriedly, "Nephew Kongjian and Mengyi have both returned to the temple.

Now Kong Jian's nephew is sitting in the temple. As for senior nephew Mengyi...senior brother..."

Xuansheng looked hesitant, "When the Master of Heifeng Village and Mengyi's nephew met in Weizhou, it was just a one-on-one relationship, and the Master of Heifeng Village at that time was extremely weak.

Even if Junior Mengyi goes to meet him now, the leader of Black Wind Village may not be willing to meet him, right?"

"Amitabha!"

Xuanji's eyes narrowed slightly and he clasped his hands together and said, "There are so many clever things in the world that happen due to fate. Since Mengyi's nephew had a good relationship with the master of Heifeng Village when he was young, he may not be able to do a good deed. Go and invite Meng Yi.

Come, Master Nephew Yi."

"yes!"

The monks finished their discussion.

Looking at the more than 20 arenas opposite, the Shaolin disciples almost always lost more than they won. Many of them were beaten down after just getting on the stage and didn't last for a few rounds. Their faces suddenly turned ugly.

Xuanji clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha. After all, these stranger disciples I have sent have just started, so it is normal for them to perform poorly. Go and invite the disciples who have established a solid foundation in Luohan Hall for three years."

The monks were shocked when they heard this.

"Senior brother, now it's just a competition between them. We, disciples who have been in the industry for three years, will participate in the competition at this time. I'm afraid we will be criticized!"

Xuanji said calmly, "All living beings are equal. Anyone who enters our Buddhist sect, regardless of race, is a disciple of Buddhism. How can we treat each other differently?"

The monks were ashamed.

At this moment, Xu Zhu, with his nostrils upturned and his ears flapping in the wind, came forward with red and swollen eyes to beg for help.

"Masters, uncles, and disciple Xu Zhu also want to go on stage to compete with them! I also ask uncles and masters to do it!"

The monks looked at Xu Zhu, who looked ugly and had dark skin.

Immediately, he couldn't help but think of Xuanci, who died of menstruation after being punished for 200 times, and couldn't help but be silent for a moment.

In the past, these monks just looked at Xu Zhu and thought he was ugly.

But Buddhism doesn’t pay much attention to appearance, and no one takes it seriously.
To be continued...