Chapter 3185 3187 [Demon Clown]

Among the seven monks, two are eminent monks of the Xuan generation in Shaolin Temple.

 They came out this time to send heroic messages to the heroes of the world. We have agreed to gather at the Shaolin Temple on the 9th day of September next year to appreciate the Murong family's style of "repaying others with their own way".

It turns out that Shaolin Master Xuanbei was attacked and killed in Dali Shenjie Temple last year. He died under his own special skill - the Great Skanda Pestle.

Ke Baisui of the Funiu Sect, Ma Dayuan of the Beggar Clan, Qin Boqi of Qinjiazhai, Sima Wei of the Qingcheng Sect, etc. all died due to their own special skills.

 This is very similar to the Murong family's style of "repaying others with their own way".

Because of this, the heroes once went to Gusu to ask the Murong family for clarification, but in the end they came up empty-handed.

 After that, Shaolin sent people to Gusu twice, but still did not see Murong Fu. They had no choice but to leave a letter and ask him to come to Shaolin Temple to explain things clearly. But it took a long time for him to go up the mountain.

Seeing that these tragedies have not been solved, the senior officials of the Shaolin Temple discussed and decided to hold a martial arts conference and invite all the heroes to come to the Shaolin Temple. The time was scheduled for the Double Ninth Festival a year later.

By then, if Murong Fu still doesn’t show up and give an explanation to his martial arts colleagues, then he is destined to be a public enemy of the martial arts, and everyone will kill him.

 …

The monks in Shaolin Temple were tired from walking and were about to take a rest when they encountered a disciple of the Xingxiu Sect who was arrogant and unreasonable. They opened their mouths and were bald, but shut up and were bald. It was really unreasonable.

"Amitabha! Please don't say evil words to the donor. You must know that the mouth is the door to blessings and disasters. If you use your tongue for a while, you will destroy countless negative virtues without knowing it." Xuan Nan, an eminent monk of the Xuan generation, said.

"Stinky monk, how dare you curse me~" The disciples of the Xingxiu Sect were stubborn in their evil ways, but they didn't know the good intentions of Master Xuannan. When they saw what he said, they immediately got angry and wanted to hurt others.

At this moment, I heard the clatter of horse hooves, and followed by four people riding four fast horses approaching.

The first passenger on the horse called out: "Brother, brother, there is water in the pavilion. Let's drink a few bowls to let the horses rest." After saying that, he jumped off the horse and walked into the pavilion. The remaining three people also dismounted. Let's go into the pavilion together and use pottery bowls to scoop water out of the jars.

 “Get out of my way, everyone, and make room for our master!”

“Are you all blind? You didn’t see my master, Dharma Master, here!”

“You bastard, how dare you take my master’s position~”

 The disciples of the Xingxiu Sect saw the four people being so rude and immediately shouted.

"Hey, who is your master? What a grand ceremony?" A thin man wearing black clothes with a mustache asked immediately when he saw that they were speaking so rudely.

"Prick up your ears and listen carefully. Our master is the Xingxu Lao Xian. Those who know the truth should kowtow quickly and kneel to welcome my master." A disciple said loudly.

“It turns out to be Ding Chunqiu, the old weirdo from Xingxiu.” When the four of them heard this, they all said immediately.

Ding Chunqiu, the old weirdo from Xingxiu, has a bad reputation all over the world. Unexpectedly, they met here, and the four of them were immediately on guard.

 …

"So what about Ding Chunqiu, I refuse to accept it. If you dare, fight with me." The man in black held a single sword and went out to greet him.

"Fourth brother, don't be reckless." When the three saw this, they immediately stopped him.

 “Who are you?” a disciple of the Xingxiu Sect asked curiously.

"A true man, if you don't change your name in action, and if you don't change your surname in office, the Murong family will be in trouble." The man in black said.

“Deng Baichuan, Gong Yeqian and Bao Bubu!” the three people who were traveling with him also said, facing the notorious Ding Chunqiu and the Xingxiu sect with a large number of people, they all showed no fear.

 The two eminent monks Xuantong and Xuannan of Shaolin learned that these four people were actually retainers of the Murong family, and then they all came out to welcome them. "It turns out that I am Mr. Murong's retainer. What an honor." Xuan Nan said, "Lao Na and Junior Brother Xuan Tong are following the abbot's decree to go to the house of Don Murong at Yanziwu in the south of the Yangtze River to respectfully submit an invitation. This is the third time our temple has sent an invitation. I went to Yanziwu. But here I met the four of them by chance, and the fate was not shallow."

Deng Baichuan, the eldest of the four generals, took it with both hands and saw the eleven characters written on the envelope: "Respectfully presented to the benefactor Murong Murong of Yanziwu, Suzhou".

When I opened it, I saw it read, "Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin Temple, with folded hands, sincerely invites heroes from all over the world to come to Songshan Shaolin Temple on the Double Ninth Festival, the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, to rejoice, make good friends, and meet Murong Murong of Gusu with his way. Give him the same demeanor as him."

Then, Deng Baichuan said: "The two great masters are Shaolin monks and great virtues. They have great respect for the martial arts, so they went to our village personally. The Gusu Murong family is really proud of it.

On the Double Ninth Festival, which is the ninth day of September, my Lord Murong will definitely go to your temple to worship Buddha, express his gratitude to the eminent Shaolin monks in person, and explain all the misunderstandings in front of the heroes of the world. "

 Xuannan and Xuantong both nodded.

 …

“It turns out that we are an eminent monk from the Shaolin Temple, and we are here with the retainers of the Murong family. I am really lucky to meet you.” At this time, I heard someone from the Xingxiu Sect say loudly, and then I saw someone flying out, like a banished immortal.

Wearing a crane cloak, waving a feather fan, with a childish face and crane hair, a three-foot silver beard and a loose chest, he really looks like a fairy in a painting.

 The monks of Shaolin Temple and the four retainers of the Murong family couldn't help being slightly shocked when they saw his appearance.

Ding Chunqiu, the old weirdo from Xingxiu, is notorious throughout the world. No one could have imagined that he could be such a graceful and charming person.

"No, no, it is a great misfortune to meet Your Excellency." A man wearing a khaki robe, thin and angular, but tall, with slanted eyebrows, a sickly look on his face, and a very violent expression The man curled his lips and said.

 It is precisely the third child among the four generals of the Murong family who is different from others in that he always likes to quarrel with others.

“How dare you say that?”

“It’s your great fate to be able to meet the old immortal. How dare you say this!”

“You bastard, if you don’t kneel down and kowtow immediately, my master will be furious.”

All the disciples of Xingxiu shouted and cursed.

"Ding Chunqiu, our Murong family has always been on the same page with you." Deng Baichuan said, "Are you trying to stir up a dispute between the two families?"

"I don't dare. I've just heard for a long time that the Murong family is famous for using other people's methods and doing harm to others. Today I want to see it." Ding Chunqiu said with a smile. As he spoke, he flicked his robe sleeves and a poisonous mist immediately spurted out.

When the four generals and two Shaolin monks saw this, they immediately took out their palms, hoping to use the wind of their palms to drive away the poisonous mist.

 But I don’t want this poisonous mist to be serious.

Except for Xuannan and Deng Baichuan, Xuan Tong, Gong Yeqian, Fengbo Evil, and Bao Bubutong were all unfortunate enough to inhale the poisonous mist. Their faces suddenly darkened, and they fell on their backs with a plop.

"You dare to poison, please get the antidote quickly." When Deng Baichuan and Xuannan saw him, they immediately attacked him, trying to force Ding Chunqiu to detoxify.

Ding Chunqiu, however, did not dodge or dodge, and slapped out with both palms. Deng Baichuan and Xuannan felt a huge force coming from them, and then spit out two mouthfuls of blood, and they also fell to the ground exhausted.

 Looking at the palms of my hands, they were all gray and black. Obviously, Ding Chunqiu's palms were also poisonous.

“Old Immortal Xingxiu, his magic power is boundless!”, “Old Immortal Xingxiu, his magical powers are vast!”, “Old Immortal Xingxiu, he is invincible in the world, Shaolin Murong is not worth mentioning!”

When the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect saw this, they all cheered loudly, making Ding Chunqiu even more proud.

 (End of this chapter)