Chapter 20 The third chapter wants to use Shura to hit Bizhong

The Tianyi Pillar still stands in the center of Huayin Pavilion, towering up to the sky, almost like a wind and thunder, with dragons, flying phoenixes and sword marks on it, from far to near, from top to heel, it still exists proudly.Guo Ao couldn't help but stop and looked at the handwriting carefully.He looked at the first one all the way to the last one - which was engraved by himself, next to Yu Changkong's name. There is no Jian Chunshui's name in these handwritings, because among all the pavilion masters, he is the only one who doesn't need to prove to the world that he has suddenly realized Chunshui swordsmanship.From Xiao Fengming, the second-generation pavilion master, everyone's name was engraved on this stone pillar with the sword intent that they had suddenly realized.Everyone's sword intent is different, the same is their power.

Those are all sword intents that are arrogant to the world, and no one should underestimate them. Except for two people, Yu Changkong and Guo Ao.The sword intent of these two people is almost exactly the same.Among these distinctive sword marks, it seems a little abrupt. Guo Ao frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong. He looked at his sword carefully, let out a breath slowly, and suppressed the inappropriate thoughts in his heart. Guo Ao's heart was a little heavy. He knew that even if he swung a sword like Yu Changkong's, he would still be shrouded in Yu Changkong's shadow.

When will he be able to surpass this person? Suddenly, the stone pillar seemed to twist for a while, and the writing on the bottom gradually became blurred and finally disappeared.Guo Ao looked at this scene in horror and couldn't believe his eyes! He took a step forward, and saw that his name, which he had carved with the Spring Water Sword Technique, had disappeared. Could it be that what I have cultivated is not the real Chunshui swordsmanship, so this stone pillar refuses to admit it? How is this possible!Guo Ao rubbed his eyes vigorously, and suddenly, a sharp voice came from behind: "What you practice is not the Spring Water Sword Technique, but the Demon Sword!"

Guo Ao suddenly turned around, and saw Jiugu floating in the flowers and trees like the shadow of a ghost.Her eyes were like sharp lightning, striking Guo Ao's face.Guo Ao's eyes flickered, and he saw Jiu Gu holding a jade bottle in his hand. He suddenly understood that it must be Jiu Gu's fault that the handwriting disappeared just now! Sure enough, Jiugu raised the jade bottle in her hand and murmured: "So I wiped it away with fossil water, so as not to stain the Tianyi Pillar of Huayin Pavilion!" Guo Ao's heart was full of anger, and he said sharply: "Jiugu, why do you say that my sword technique is a magic sword?"

Jiu Gu let out a dry, sharp laugh like a night owl, and said sharply: "Because I am the guardian of the sword manual, I know what the real Chunshui swordsmanship looks like!" Guo Ao laughed loudly, Jianguang suddenly gushed out from his chest, and then flashed out.On the stone pillar that was smoothed by Jiugu with fossil water, two big characters "Guo Ao" reappeared. Guo Ao's laughter was full of self-confidence and complacency: "Isn't this the Spring Water Sword Art? I think you are old and confused!" Jiugu screamed and rushed forward, poured a few drops of milky white liquid from the jade bottle, splashed on the stone pillar, and Guo Ao's tattooed handwriting slowly disappeared again.Guo Ao stopped smiling, ignored her, turned around and walked back towards the archway.

Jiugu yelled heartbreakingly: "You can't ring the Huangluan bell, only the real Chunshui swordsmanship can ring this bell!" Guo Ao ignored her and disappeared behind the archway. The flowers and trees in Huayin Pavilion are extremely luxuriant, but behind this archway, there is not even a flower tree to be seen.Behind the archway is a series of huge stairs, extending forward as if leading to the sky.The stairs are also built with white marble, the whole body is pure white, full of indescribable sense of solemnity.Like a giant bowing his head to the ground, turning his broad back to the small world.

Guo Ao hesitated for a moment, then walked up the stairs. In a trance, an invisible chill emanated from the stairs, approaching Guo Ao.Guo Ao's heart trembled, but he didn't stop and walked straight up. The staircase was extremely long, as if it had been inserted into the white clouds. Guo Ao walked for half an hour before reaching the end.At the end is a huge platform, which is also made of white marble. There is nothing on it, and it looks extremely empty. Only in the middle is a bronze bell hanging. Guo Ao walked over slowly, the clock was very small against the platform, but when he got closer to see it, it was extremely huge, almost four or five times as tall as Guo Ao.Nine luan and nine phoenix are embossed on the body of the bell, each of which is more than two feet high, with claws facing the sky and wings flying.Although these giant phoenixes were covered with copper rust in the years of wind and rain and turned into a deep blue color, they were still so arrogant and unruly, as if a sound of wind and thunder could wake them up, break out of the sky again, and soar above the nine heavens.

Guo Ao's hand slowly stroked it up. He could feel the delicate patterns on Luanfeng's body covered by copper rust, and he could also feel the aging marks left by the years on this big clock. Yes, it is an old clock, a clock too old to be old. It is so old that it reminds people of the ancient Xiao Shao Jiucheng, and there is a legend about Feng Laiyi.It carries the glory and memory of Huaying Pavilion for thousands of years. But what to knock it with?Guo Ao searched around, but he didn't see the bell hammer. Apart from this bell, there was nothing on the vast platform.He put a little force on the palm of the clock, but the clock didn't even move, let alone ring.

What Jiugu said suddenly appeared in his mind, is it necessary to use the Spring Water Sword Technique to ring the bell? Only by ringing this bell can the people of Huayin Pavilion be summoned; only the Chunshui swordsmanship can ring this bell; only those who have realized the real Chunshui swordsmanship can become the master of Huayin Pavilion. All of this was so logical, so he slowly drew out the Wuyang sword. He suddenly had some emotion in his heart.How many years ago, it was also this sword that used the Spring Water Sword Technique on this high platform to make this huge bronze bell roar.

And now, history is about to repeat itself. His emotions turned into excitement, and the Wuyang sword in his hand was also beeping slightly, as if cheering for the coming moment. Jiu Gu's sharp laughter appeared on the high platform again.She was like a skinny bird, squatting on the railing of the high platform, looking at Guo Ao with a smirk: "You can't ring it, and you will definitely be punished for blasphemy!" Her voice sounded like a curse: "This high platform is actually a huge formation, and this Huangluan bell is the hub through which the formation is sent. If the Huangluan bell cannot be struck with one blow, then the high The annihilation formation contained in Taichung will be activated immediately, and will turn into ashes those who attempt to desecrate the supreme authority of the Huayin Pavilion Lord. You will definitely suffer such retribution!"

Guo Ao smiled lightly and said, "Since that's the case, why don't you hurry down to avoid being affected?" Jiugu said sharply: "I don't want to live for a long time. In order to see the retribution of an arrogant person like you, what's the matter with this life?" Guo Ao frowned, and decided not to talk to this crazy old woman, and only thought about the sword intent of Chunshui swordsmanship.The copper-colored ancient scroll slowly opened in his mind, and countless strokes turned into sword moves, which were clearly presented in his mind. One sword turns into ten thousand swords, and ten thousand swords are originally one sword. This supreme sword intent gave Guo Ao a sense of freedom and relief. His hand shook slightly, and the Wuyang sword turned into a stream of light, accurately displaying the spring water The first move of swordsmanship: The glacier thaws, stabbing towards the bronze bell. Guo Ao didn't think too much about swordsmanship, and what prompted him to use this sword was not the sword move of Glacier Thawing, but the sword intent of Chunshui swordsmanship. The sword intention is shot, turned into a sword move, the inside is the intention, the outside is the move, the move is random, the intention is to move first, this move is already earth-shattering. A breeze suddenly passed between the sky and the earth, blowing over Guo Ao's face and then his hand.Guo Ao was like riding a wind and cloud against a flying dragon, and this move was even more nimble and pretentious, directly hitting the majestic Huangluan bell. A roar like the chant of a dragon burst out from Zhong's body, and it seemed that it resounded through the entire earth in this instant! This sound is like a dragon waking its sting, and the world will never be peaceful again. Jiu Gu's body froze the moment the roar sounded. Guo Ao turned around and didn't say anything, there is no need to explain. Jiu Gu's body trembled violently, she screamed hoarsely: "Why? Why are you making noise?" She staggered and threw herself on the Huangluan bell.Her thin body slammed into the old and huge clock, and she said viciously: "Are you just like me, too old and confused?" She grabbed the clock body with her withered nails, kicked the clock with her thin feet, and even showed a broken tooth, trying to bite off a piece of the clock.But as she said, apart from the real Chunshui swordsmanship, no tricks can make this bell ring.No matter how mad she was, the bell still remained silent and let her kill. Guo Ao shook his head, turned around and went down the steps.He didn't want to see Jiugu again, for some reason, this crazy old woman always made him uneasy. He had just stepped down the third step when Jiu Gu's scream came from behind him: "Since you have betrayed me, what use is there for my old woman to live!" Then, there was a muffled sound.Guo Ao turned his head in horror, and saw the scene of Jiu Gu's brain collapsing.This stubborn and crazy old woman slammed into the Huangluan bell with all her strength, and blood flowed down the jade-white steps, as if a wounded flower like a thick cloud bloomed at the end of the blue sky. Guo Ao's mind shook violently, Jiu Gu's corpse leaned against the ancient clock and slowly leaned over, but her eyes were still staring at Guo Ao fiercely, filled with ferocity, just like her last words Curse: "If you blaspheme the gods, you will be punished by God." These few simple words echoed in the night wind, looking so sad and terrifying. Guo Ao has been in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, and has seen countless dead people, but at this moment, a great loathing and fear surged from the bottom of his heart, he could no longer stay, and ran down staggeringly. But Jiu Gu's eyes that were inlaid with death can't be shaken away.He couldn't help cursing angrily: "Damn old woman, why don't you just get along with me!" As soon as he ran to the archway, his footsteps stopped suddenly, because he saw a dark group of people standing in front of the archway. The Huangluan bell rang, and finally the people from Huayin Pavilion were summoned. Everyone has different expressions on their faces, some are panicked, some are puzzled, and some are disgusted.Obviously, the sudden ringing of the Huangluan Bell was beyond everyone's expectations, and they were clearly not prepared. The ringing of the Huangluan bell indicated that someone had suddenly realized the true Chunshui swordsmanship, which also indicated that there was a candidate for the Master of the Huayin Pavilion.All eyes were on Guo Ao who was descending from the white marble steps.Their various expressions also emerged together in this gaze. Guo Ao didn't have the joy he expected in advance. On the contrary, these complex gazes reminded him of Jiugu, the blood splattered past his eyes, he looked at these people, and couldn't help thinking that these people might There will also be a day when blood will splatter the sky. While he was meditating, a person was snatched from the crowd and said sharply: "Who are you? How dare you ring the Huangluan bell without permission?" That was Lord Han Qing. Guo Ao was guessing what Han Qingzhu's intention was when he saw a flash of sword light in front of him, Han Qingzhu's long sword was in his hand, and he attacked him with a trick of jackdaw playing in the water.Guo Ao has been thinking about the newly learned Chunshui swordsmanship all day, and every move and style in it is in his mind.At this time, seeing that Han Qingzhu's stabbing sword is both fierce and swift, and he is also a first-class master in the Jianghu, but there is no essence of Chunshui swordsmanship in it, so he just used a trick of jackdaw playing with water out. As soon as the two sword lights exchanged blows, it was immediately judged whether they competed or not.Although Han Qingzhu's sword light was dazzling, he couldn't suppress the thin ray of light.This ray of light seemed to come out inadvertently, but it penetrated the thick sword light in an instant and pointed at Han Qingzhu's chest. As a result, the soaring sword light dissipated, leaving only one sword, the Wuyang sword. Han Qingzhu's face changed color, and he exclaimed, "Chunshui swordsmanship? Have you realized the real Chunshui swordsmanship?" Wuyang sword didn't move, Han Qingzhu backed away slowly, his face was full of fear.Only at the moment that no one else could see, did he blink the corners of his eyes very subtly, signaling to Guo Ao. Guo Ao felt a surge of emotion in his heart. Han Qingzhu knew long ago that he had cultivated the real Chunshui swordsmanship. When the Huangluan bell rang, everyone knew that the Chunshui swordsmanship had reappeared in the Jianghu. This person is the strong man in front of him, Guo Ao. Then everyone's eyes changed.Whether they were panic, doubt, or disgust, they are now mixed with great respect. Whoever has the epiphany of Chunshui swordsmanship is worthy of respect. This is the rule of Huayin Pavilion. Guo Ao sighed softly. He knew that he had become the master of Huayin Pavilion, but for some reason, he didn't feel the glory brought by this power. Maybe it was because of Jiugu's disturbance? He collected himself before he remembered his original purpose.He wants to use the manpower and material resources of Huayin Pavilion to rebuild Shaolin Temple according to Boyong's words.Now is the time to start. His eyes slowly wandered on the faces, bodies, and souls of these people, trying to see through all their secrets, so as to know whether they really admired him.Most people lowered their heads when they met his gaze, which made Guo Ao feel a little proud.What puzzled him was that he didn't see two people.Bu Jianchen and Qiu Xuan.This doubt was instantly relieved, because he knew that Qiu Xuan was not bound by anyone, and Bu Jianchen might not be able to be summoned by him, a new pavilion master. Similarly, he did not find anyone like God of Wealth or Zhongjun. But he was still amazed at the strength of Huayinge, because among the gathered people, many martial arts were obviously far above the first-class masters.He murmured, and slowly said: "Who is in charge of the secrets of this pavilion?" A pretty young girl came out of the crowd and gave him a slight bow.What she practiced was the etiquette of the Tang Dynasty, not the Wanfu that is common now.This surprised Guo Ao. The little girl said: "Yue Xieyi Siben Pavilion attendant." Guo Ao nodded and said, "How many copies of Shaolin Temple secret books are there in this pavilion?" Yue Xieyi bowed and replied: "Shaolin Temple cultivates Kungfu from outsiders, and later on, it has transformed into seventy-two unique skills from the inside out. But Shaolin Temple Kungfu is not limited to these seventy-two disciplines. Counting the big and small, there are a total of one hundred and thirty kung fu. Twelve kinds of martial arts mental methods. There are 130 kinds in our sect, and only two kinds are missing: "Yi Jin Jing" and "Xi Sui Jing". These two mental methods are both wrong, so they are not included." When she said it lightly, Guo Ao couldn't help being a little surprised, and couldn't help asking: "So, all the classics of Shaolin Temple are hidden by our sect?" Yue Xieyi said: "According to the records of this pavilion, among the 132 kinds of martial arts secret books, 36 were written by Bodhidharma himself, and 29 of them are hidden in this pavilion. There are only five kinds in the original, and two others have been lost in the rivers and lakes. Of the seventy-two unique arts that evolved later, only forty-six kinds are kept in this pavilion, and the remaining twenty-six kinds are all hidden in the Sutra Collection Pavilion of Shaolin Temple. Of the remaining twenty-two mind methods, only six authentic copies are kept in this pavilion, and the others are all copied. Most of these are Shaolin Changquan, Arhat Kung Fu, etc., and there is no need to collect the authentic ones." Guo Ao was even more astonished. Even the Shaolin Temple, a famous ancient temple with a history of thousands of years, actually had most of the authentic martial arts secret books of his sect in the hands of Huayinge. The situation of other sects can be imagined. He didn't want to show the astonishment in his heart, nodded, and said: "If you want to transcribe all these martial arts secrets, how long will it take?" Yue Xieyi said: "It doesn't take time, because this pavilion has copied it three times and stored it separately in case of accidents. If necessary, just take it out." Guo Ao nodded and said, "Then take them all out." He raised his head again and said to everyone, "Who is in charge of the building of this pavilion?" A middle-aged man came out and said, "Qin Xin." Guo Ao said: "From today onwards, you will lead the members of the Juntian Department to be responsible for the reconstruction of Shaolin. Who will be in charge of the costumes of this pavilion?" A gentle woman said: "Qin Yan." Guo Ao said: "I want you to weave a big banner..." He kept ordering, everything from the flags, to the details of rebuilding the Shaolin Temple, to publicizing in the rivers and lakes, everything was arranged in an orderly manner.Bai Yong planned all the big things that need to be done, and left the details to Yue Xieyi and others.After being busy for more than half an hour, Guo Ao gave all these orders.But he didn't feel tired at all, instead he was extremely excited. When he stood against the wind at the top of Songshan Mountain and slowly unfolded the magnificent banner, his chest was filled with pride. A man who stands upright, should do something heroic! Without leaving a name through the ages, how can you be seven feet tall! At this moment, he felt that he was also a great person, and he could decide the fate of the world with every move.Was it this kind of heroism when he tried the world with his sword in the sky back then? For the first time, Guo Ao felt that he had done nothing wrong in competing for the position of Huayin Pavilion Master. Behind him, more than a hundred skilled craftsmen are working nervously.The Shaolin Temple, which was burned to the ground by the fire, gradually restored its original appearance of the solemn Falin under their hands.And in the past few days, Han Qingzhu has brought back the Shaolin monks who survived the Tianluo Sect's attack, and they participated in the rebuilding of the Shaolin Temple together.Huayin Pavilion needed people and money, and the reconstruction project went very smoothly.The monks were both surprised and delighted when they saw it. From time to time, the corners of their eyes turned to Guo Ao, and they immediately changed into expressions of admiration. Guo Ao saw all of this, and he knew that his choice was not wrong. Suddenly, a loud roar exploded on the top of Songshan Mountain: "Where is the Master of Huayin Pavilion?" Guo Ao shot his eyes immediately, and saw a man of great stature and stature. An ordinary person is seven feet tall, but he is nine feet nine. out.Look at it like an angry lion.Behind him was a dozen or so people, all of whom were dressed in strong clothes, and their martial arts were not weak. Master Han Qing was vigilant, and shouted: "The master of the Huayin pavilion is here! What do you think?" The man's sharp gaze immediately forced him to come over, he stepped harder, and almost ran over. Han Qingzhu's face became tighter, and suddenly there was a plop, the man knelt down on the ground with his head bowed to Han Qingzhu, and said loudly, "My benefactor! Zhu Meng kowtowed to you!" This made Han Qingzhu panic, and hurriedly said: "What are you doing?" Zhu Meng raised his head, his face was full of tears: "I am the thirty-first generation lay disciple of Shaolin Temple. When our sect was despicably and shamelessly exterminated by the demon sect, I have always felt ashamed for not being able to come to rescue the disaster. Now It is really a great kindness from the benefactor to devote all his efforts to rebuilding the Shaolin Temple. In the past, Zhu Meng had a lot of lies to the noble sect, which was really a heinous crime. How can it compare with the benevolence and chivalrous heart of the noble sect? Zhu Meng is here to tell you, the master of the pavilion If the old man kowtows, he will be smashed to pieces in the future, and he will repay his kindness. The Pavilion Master leads us to fight the Demon Sect, and Zhu Meng will definitely be at the forefront!" As he spoke, he slapped himself on the ear and kowtowed vigorously.The group of people behind him also knelt down together, praising Huayin Pavilion's chivalry.Master Han Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, pointed at Guo Ao and said, "He is our pavilion master, you are mistaken." Zhu Meng and the others were startled, and wanted to kowtow again. Guo Ao hastily stopped them and said: "The martial arts is going through this great difficulty, all martial arts practitioners should help each other. If you really want to, you should do your part. It doesn't matter whether you worship me or not. " But Zhu Meng still forcibly kowtowed his head three times, got up and shouted: "The old master of the pavilion is right. We should take some practical actions instead of gratitude from mother-in-law and mother-in-law. In the future, when the pavilion master needs it, we will naturally see you." See our sincerity. Now that we talk too much, it seems that we are hypocritical. Come with me, everyone!" They uttered a cry, and together they carried the load and dredged the mud, and started to work.They are full of internal energy and spirit, and they are sincere to Shaolin Temple, and they work almost desperately.In Guo Ao's eyes, he was very happy.From this day onwards, Shaolin disciples and warriors who have been favored by Shaolin continued to come here.After just a few days, hundreds of people gathered in Shaolin Temple. Huayin Pavilion is originally between good and evil, and many people in the world respect it and stay away from it.But at this time, under the leadership of Guo Ao, the Shaolin Temple was rebuilt and immediately won a great reputation. All these hundreds of people swore loyalty to the death and were willing to be pawns.Guo Ao didn't have anything for them to do, so he responded lightly. Ten days later, the Sutra Pavilion, which was the first to be restored, was completed. Hundreds of people gathered in the courtyard, looking at the newly painted paint, they were all filled with emotion.But thinking of how Shaolin Temple's millennium-old temple was burned down by the Demon Sect, and although it was rebuilt now, it was unknown when it would restore its original reputation, and she couldn't help but burst into tears. Guo Ao stood on the steps and looked at them.He knew what they were thinking, and said loudly: "When the wind and rain are turbulent, the most important thing for us in the martial arts is to unite and help each other to resist the devil's religion. This pavilion is not talented, and I would like to contribute to the reconstruction today. Shaolin Temple should be owned by Huayin Pavilion." He waved his hand, and a group of disciples walked over slowly with a big box in their hands.The box was full of books, Qunhao had sharp eyes and immediately recognized the martial arts secrets from Shaolin Temple.Immediately called up.The group of heroes immediately erupted. Everyone knows that if only the monastery of the Shaolin Temple is built, it will not affect the overall situation; but if the ancient books of the Shaolin Temple are sent back, it can pass on the fire and pass on this thousand-year-old temple. Since ancient times, each sect and faction has been secretly collecting secret books of other sects in order to learn by analogy, but it is really unprecedented since ancient times that Huayinge has publicly disclosed it to the public, and provided help in a timely manner.Can't help but feel great admiration in my heart.The only surviving sorcerer, Burning Eyebrow, snatched it up, grabbed a copy of "Flower Finger", flipped through it, and shouted, "It's true! It's true!" He was so excited that he couldn't take a breath, and passed out. .His disciple rushed up to support him, but saw that his hands were still tightly grasping the flower book, not letting go. The corners of Guo Ao's eyes were also moist, and he raised his voice and said: "Let's stay here for a few more days. After the foundation of Shaolin Temple is stabilized, are you willing to follow me to Mount Wudang and rebuild the Wudang Sect?" Everyone was stunned, looking at Guo Ao in disbelief, followed by thunderous cheers.The two Shaolin and Wudang factions have been friends for generations, the hundreds of people on Songshan Mountain are probably all connected with Wudang.Some people saw Shaolin rebuilt while Wudang was still in decline, and felt sad amidst joy.Hearing what Guo Ao said at this time, how can there be any reason to be unhappy?I don't know who took the lead, but everyone knelt down on the ground, thanking Guo Ao for his great kindness. Guo Ao didn't want people to kneel down and worship them, so he rushed to help them up.Only Han Qingzhu whispered in his ear: "I only admired your martial arts at first, but now... I really think that you are our pavilion master!" Guo Ao smiled slightly. Since the Shaolin Temple is being rebuilt, there must be no abbot.Master Burning Eyebrow, under the insistence of everyone, agreed to take the position of abbot temporarily and supervise the rest of the reconstruction work.When everyone talked about it, they were full of pride. When it came to the Demon Cult, they all hoped that the Demon Cult would attack again at this time. Fortunately, under the leadership of Guo Ao, the Demon Cult was beaten back to West Kunlun.But after looking forward and looking forward, there is no trace of Tianluo Sect. Guo Ao divided the masters of Songshan Mountain into two groups. One group stayed on Songshan Mountain as lay disciples of Shaolin Temple to help Shaolin Temple resist possible infringement.Another group of people followed him south to Wudang Mountain to rebuild the Wudang School.On the day of parting, Qunhao was in agitated mood and refused to let go for a long time.All of them vowed that they were willing to be cattle and horses to repay Guo Ao's kindness.Another group of tycoons couldn't hold back, they went down the mountain early in the morning, gathered friends and went to Wudang Mountain together. It can be predicted that this news will soon spread to the martial arts world, and then form an extremely cohesive force, targeting the Tianluo Sect.The Tianluo Sect destroyed Shaolin first, and then Wudang. Its prestige shook the world, and those who wanted to be enemies did not dare to act rashly.But now Guo Ao's rebuilding of the Shaolin Temple has undoubtedly given these people enough confidence to make them willing to die to reward their confidants. When they descended along the Songshan Mountain Road, the cheers of the crowd could not stop, almost toppled the entire Songshan Mountain.Guo Ao watched with a smile on these gangsters' mischief, and didn't mind at all.Yes, these people had childlike expressions on their faces, and they played all kinds of jokes without any scruples. The world was once again in their hands. Suddenly, a sharp hissing sound pierced the sky, filling everyone's hearts for an instant.It was a shriek of despair and utter horror that sent shivers down everyone's spine.Everyone stopped in their tracks, stopped laughing, and had a look of uneasiness on their faces. They could clearly hear that the scream was coming from the Shaolin Temple. What happened in the newly rebuilt Shaolin Temple that they had just stepped out of to make the monks scream like this?All the heroes were shocked, suddenly a figure flickered, Guo Ao's figure shot up into the Shaolin Temple! It was only then that Qunhao came to his senses and rushed towards the Shaolin Temple.They rushed past the unfinished Daxiong Hall and the Temple of Precepts, and came to the Sutra Pavilion, and then they all stopped.Because they saw Guo Ao standing firmly in front of the gate of the Sutra Pavilion. Another slender figure stood at the door of the Sutra Pavilion.Only one door was opened in the Sutra Pavilion, and that figure was Master Burning Eyebrow.Obviously, after the master sent Guo Ao and the others away, he couldn't help but feel agitated, opened the Sutra Pavilion, and prepared to practice the martial arts in it.But his figure was fixed at the door of the Sutra Pavilion, and he had stepped into the pavilion with one foot, but the endless fear had already crushed him, causing him to let out heart-piercing screams involuntarily. Could it be that something happened in the Sutra Pavilion?Qunhao's eyes flicked over one after another, but they didn't see anything. All the scriptures that filled the Sutra Pavilion were gone.There was not even a single book left, and the huge scripture library was empty, leaving only ashes all over the floor. The one hundred and thirty secret books brought by Huayin Pavilion from thousands of mountains and rivers, the 130 secret books that Shaolin Temple relied on, and the classics preserved by Shaolin Temple itself were all reduced to ashes, as if a big fire broke out at night. Master Burning Eyebrow trembled violently, Guo Ao showed a trace of unbearable, put his hands on his shoulders, and comforted him: "Master..." Mage Burning Eyebrow jumped up suddenly, hissing: "Impossible! This is impossible! Where did you hide the scriptures?" A crazy expression flashed on his face, he rolled his skinny hands, grabbed Guo Ao's arms tightly, and shouted: "Give them back to me!" Guo Ao's arm was grabbed by him fiercely, causing severe pain.He understood Master Burning Eyebrow's mood, so he didn't take it as disobedience.Fang wanted to persuade, but Master Burning Eyebrow suddenly convulsed violently, and passed out in pain. With a gloomy face, Guo Ao turned his head to look at the people guarding the scripture pavilion.These are also the few remaining monks in Shaolin Temple, whose names are Puxian, Puhong, and Puzhi.The three of them looked at each other and said in a deep voice: "We know that no matter what we say at this time, we can't make up for our mistakes. But since we have been guarding for more than ten days, no outsiders have entered here. Especially yesterday, even more There is not even a single person!" Guo Ao pondered, and said: "Why do you want me to believe it?" The three of them laughed bitterly in unison, and said: "Your Excellency has the grace to rebuild Shaolin Temple, I hope to protect Shaolin Temple in the same way in the future. With Your Excellency here, I believe Shaolin Temple will be safe." Guo Ao suddenly felt a strong uneasiness in his heart, and Pu Xian, Pu Hong, and Pu Zhi suddenly raised their palms together and hit his forehead hard! With a crackling sound, their skulls cracked open, and their brains burst out.Guo Ao yelled loudly, and the tragic scene of Jiugu committing suicide by beating the bell appeared in front of his eyes. Guo Ao hugged his head in pain, and bowed down. The three corpses crashed to the ground, and no one doubted them anymore.For death is the realest and most indefinable reason.Qunhao couldn't help but a terrible thought flashed through his mind: Since no one entered the Sutra Pavilion, how did these scriptures be burned?They looked up at the sky, in the bright sunlight, the sky was actually a little dark. Is it really the death of Shaolin? The shattered heads of Puxian and the three gradually matched the image left by Jiugu in his mind, oppressing his nerves ferociously, as if repeating a mocking sentence: "If you go against the sky, you will be punished by the sky." .” Guo Ao gritted his teeth and stood up. He didn't believe in the destiny, he only believed in his own hand and his own sword.He knew that this was a conspiracy, a well-planned conspiracy.The target of this conspiracy is not Shaolin Temple, but him.Therefore, he will never admit defeat.He gritted his teeth and said, "Order Huayin Pavilion to send another batch of scriptures!" After finishing speaking, he didn't look at the corpses of Pu Xian and others again, and strode down the mountain.Qunhao followed behind him silently, although they were also going to rebuild Wudang, but now they are not happy in their hearts.