Chapter 9 Chapter Nine: Immortal Desire to Drunk Crimson Minotaur

Ning Jiuwei held up the wine jar, poured down the fresh juice again, and poured another full glass for Chongxuan.Several elders stared at the cups in front of them, but none of them drank. I don't know if it's because they are too old that they can no longer enjoy this daughter's wine, or because they are attracted by Chongxuan's youthful brilliance, but they feel a little desolate at sunset, and they can't drink it anymore This bottle of fine wine. Facing the young people who show their sharpness, the old people always feel a little bit emotional.The more emotional he is, the more he likes to quietly recall the scene of his youth, but unexpectedly, in this memory, even the last bit of pride is lost.

Only under the shining of the sun can one feel the bleakness of fireflies, which is an eternal truth.In this dark night that no one can break through, the five elders are like a tomb piled up by E Guanbo, lifeless. Chongxuan slowly held up the wine glass and spun it slowly, allowing the temperature in his palm to warm the wine glass, so the fragrance that Nurhong had stored for a long time was evaporated by his body, and floated vividly into his sense of smell.Chongxuan closed his eyes slightly, letting the sense of moisture gradually fill his sense of touch, and then entwined and surrounded him.He would rather let himself be intoxicated in wandering mind for a moment, and ignore all the troubles on this earth.

He slowly spit out a string of words: "Has Shangguanhong gone?" Ning Jiuwei immediately put away the charming smile on her face, and replied solemnly: "I have already gone, I must have entered the Shaolin Temple now!" Chong Xuan closed his eyes and nodded, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp! The fire that was soaring into the sky was not so easy to stop. Although more than a thousand monks in Shaolin Temple tried their best to rescue them, they couldn't get back to the sky.Those monks knew very well the importance of the Sutra Pavilion to Shaolin Temple, and they all did their best to carry water and put out the fire.

But there is no well in Shaolin Temple, and the daily drinking water is brought from the mountain stream two miles away.At this time, under the panic, the two-mile road is like the sea and the sky, which is in line with the old saying: the long-distance water can't quench the near-thirst.A group of monks were still hastily transporting buckets of water over with painstaking efforts, but the Sutra Pavilion, which was built entirely of wood, crashed down from the sky like a volcano collapsing! The monks who were busy fighting the fire immediately became a mess.The Buddhist scriptures pavilion was extremely huge, and it was completely burned at this moment. Once it collapsed, the surrounding hundreds of feet would be covered in ashes and flames.The monks fighting the fire surrounded tightly, and were crushed by the burning wooden pillars, dozens of people were seriously injured immediately.The yelling and yelling when fighting the fire immediately turned into the sound of screaming and scolding in pain.Prayers of great mercy and relief for those in distress resounded together.

In ancient times, they paid attention to the three treasures of Buddhism, namely Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha. This monk was also listed as one of the treasures. I am afraid that a large part of it is because they usually sit upright, dress brightly, and sing in a cadenced voice. Because of the difficult but pleasant Buddhist scriptures.The eminent monks all pay attention to the loud and clear voice when doing Buddhist things, which has the function of drinking a stick and a lion's roar. He has a good voice, so that he can relieve the suffering of the world.At this time, sing together the first of the Four Noble Truths. It really has the function of ringing clouds, vibrating the sound of gold and jade, and the power of stopping the rain to startle the cranes, screaming tigers and apes. People can't help but sigh that Shaolin Temple is really the best Buddhist temple in the world. He has a particularly thorough understanding of the sufferings of the world and the profound meaning of Buddhism.

The four black-clothed old monks stared blankly at the Buddhist scriptures pavilion that fell to the ground, their faces full of old skins were reflected by the flickering firelight, and they were full of mottled shadows, one bright and one dark.The honor and favor of Shaolin Temple, just like this Sutra Pavilion, also fell to the ground in a big fire, which they couldn't imagine.The glory of the past made them unable to accept this cold reality for a while! But they have to accept it.In one night, Master Shifang, who was a genius in heaven, died, and burned down the Buddhist scripture pavilion, which is the foundation of this temple. Nothing.The old monk in black couldn't help but clenched his fists, his skinny knuckles were white and protruding, and his clothes were shaken together by the real energy agitated by the rage.He said word by word: "Heaven, Luo, Jiao!" With a sudden slap, he hit the ground in front of him.The big cloud of grayish-yellow dust was stirred up by his palm and pressed down towards the collapsed flame.The force of the palm rolled up the surrounding air, making a series of sharp whistling sounds.

Zen Master Shidu and Zen Master Shihong walked over with bitter faces, and Jishou said: "Uncle Master, Shaolin Temple has suffered such a great shame and humiliation today, Uncle Master please be the master for us." The old monk slowly withdrew his palm and said: "For more than a thousand years, this temple has been promoted as the leader of the righteous way of the world, but we are monks, with few desires for material things, so we have less control over the affairs of the world. In recent decades He devoted himself to the Dharma and neglected the practice of martial arts, and now he is bullied by the demon sect! If he does not avenge his revenge today, how can Shaolin Temple gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes?"

His eyes flickered sharply, and a blade-like murderous aura gradually emanated from his skinny and short body. Zen Master Shidu couldn't help but shuddered, and quietly lowered his head to avoid the sharp gaze of the old monk in black: "Please Master uncle upholds justice." The old monk nodded.A cold light flashed in Sudi's eyes, and he looked coldly in the direction of the Discipline Academy, and his voice was equally cold: "Where is this expert coming to our temple? Come down!" Following his words, the sleeves of the four black-clothed old monks waved out at the same time, and a gust of cold surged out, rushing towards the high wall of the Discipline Academy.

These four old monks are the only surviving Zen masters of the "bitter" generation in Shaolin Temple. They have always been highly respected. They never expected that in their later years, they would see the Shaolin Temple they were always proud of, almost burned to the ground by others!This resentment accumulated in his chest, it was really uncomfortable.At this time, I found another uninvited visitor in the temple, how could I be merciful?With a raised hand, it was a fierce killing move. The vigor of the four people surged and surged, growing stronger like a dragon god raining, turning more and more urgently, when they reached the side of the high wall, they flew away with a loud booming sound!Hearing a short exclamation from a person on the other side of the high wall, there was no more sound.

The old monk at the head sneered and said: "You youngsters, come and spy on me too!" The power of the four of them working together is so tyrannical, even though this Jianghu is huge, and even though it is known as Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger, no one can take their joint blow.The person on the other side of the wall must be so dead that he can never die again! Hearing a clear and crisp child voice from outside the wall, said: "The big bully the small, shameless..." Seeing a flash of red, a short figure stood on the wall, stretched out his arms on the high wall, shook Swaying, like a naughty boy walking on a rope.

Under the light of the fire, it turned out to be an eleven or twelve-year-old girl in red.The girl was pink, with two braids tied on her head, and the ends of the braids were tied with a red ribbon. She was shaking and looked very cute.She had a smile on her face, and her big eyes blinked and blinked in a playful manner.A bright red brocade robe covered her whole body. The brocade robe was very spacious and looked extremely bloated on her body. It made her look like the red child in the painting. She was so cherished that she almost stretched out her hand , patted her on the head, and told her gently that this is a martial arts battleground, and told her to go home quickly, lest her parents worry about it. The old monk's pupils contracted and his eyes were bright, staring at the little girl.Master Shihong was secretly surprised, and tilted his head to look at it for a long time, but he didn't understand why this kid was so valued by his uncle.The old monk at the head said solemnly: "The honored guest is coming, and the old monk can't welcome it from afar. It's really a neglect." The little girl smiled and said, "You're welcome." She tiptoed, walked a few steps on the high wall, and said, "This place is very lively and fun, I'll come and play." The old monk stared at him, following her figure with his eyes, and slowly responded: "There are many interesting places in Shaolin Temple, may I send someone to take you there?" The little girl clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Very good! If you slip away halfway and don't take me there, I won't accept it!" As soon as she lifted her steps, she was about to come down from the high wall. The head old monk stared at him closely, trying to see his sect and cultivation level from her posture. Seeing a flash of red, the little girl had landed beside the old monk, pulled his sleeve, raised her red face, and said with a smile, "Are there any lions in your temple? Are there any elephants? Well, If not, it would be nice to have a few mummified corpses, I like to play with that thing the most." She kept asking, but the old monk's face became more and more gloomy. Just now the red shadow flashed, it didn't seem to be very fast, but his eyes only caught the fiery red shadow, and he didn't see the little girl's movement clearly.This is really not a trivial matter, the old monk couldn't help but not be surprised! The little girl smiled and said, "Why, don't you suddenly want to go? My mother told me that children will grow tails if they lie!" Without waiting for the old monk to answer, the little girl continued: "Don't you like looking at the mummy? The mummy is the most fun, with grinning teeth, but they can't even move." The old monk snorted, as if I rarely face such a naughty child, and I don't know how to deal with it for a while. Shi Hong hurriedly replied from the side: "There are lions and white elephants in Shaolin Temple, but there are no mummified corpses." The little girl blinked and said: "There must be! Last time I went to Bambatibu Temple, they had mummified corpses. Their temple is much smaller than Shaolin Temple, but there are many mummified corpses. You must have mummified corpses too, but not Will show it to me." Shihong was so entangled by him that he said, "There are no mummified corpses in our temple, but there are many wooden carvings, all grinning. I'll take you there later, okay?" The old monk raised his hand suddenly, and said: "Shihong..." He wanted to tell Shihong not to say anything more, but to take this pestering little girl away, but he suddenly discovered a very strange thing. ! He clearly felt that his left hand had been raised, and drew an arc in the air, pointing to Zen Master Shihong who was standing beside him. Stick it to your side, don't move! This huge discrepancy between what he thought in his head and what he saw in his eyes instantly tore his mind in two. His mind seemed to be pulled out of his body abruptly, and he watched his body being swallowed up by an ugly demon. Occupied, doing things I never want to see! A trace of panic flashed in the old monk's eyes, and suddenly a very graceful feeling came from his fingertips, like a golden snake swimming away, a butterfly and a cicada molting, quickly spreading all over his body. This feeling was extremely strange, and there was a warning signal in his mind. He knew that it would be extremely bad if he went on like this, but his body rejoiced, and tried his best to welcome the arrival of this feeling.What's even more frightening is that this feeling merged with his true energy, entering his Niwan Palace and Dantian as soon as he charged! The panic on his face gradually took shape, and finally even the eyes were replaced by a color like granite. His mind was shattered by the huge force of this feeling, and he completely lost his sense of this body. control! The little girl clapped her hands and said, "Who said you don't have mummies here? Isn't that what it is?" She suddenly took out a small box from her sleeve, and her laughter became gloomy and sharp: "Sure enough, Fairy Ning didn't lie to me. As long as she is touched by this pure and sweet, she will definitely become a mummy. That Ban Batibu Temple Didn’t all the 147 monks become mummies like this?” The smile on her face was extremely joyful, and she gently pulled the sleeve of the old monk who was already silent, and her eyes were full of excitement.Although what she did was the most vicious thing in the world, the expression on her face was the most pure and innocent, as if it was just a child's game, and accidentally touched a dewy flower. Another old monk shivered and said in a hoarse voice, "What did you do to Senior Brother Kuhang?" The little girl said with a smile: "Is his name Kuhang? No, he changed his name later, called Shi Thirty-one. He is fine, I want to take him home." She sighed and said, "It's a pity that I met him late. I already have thirty zombies. Otherwise, he could at least be called Shishiba, Shiqiqi or something." The old monk still refused to believe it, and said loudly: "You...you...you...you killed Senior Brother Ku Hang?" The little girl smiled and said, "He's not dead, he just bared his teeth, but he couldn't move!" The old monk shouted angrily: "Presumptuous!" He raised his palm and hit the little girl with his palm!The other two monks saw that the child was really thin and young, and they respected their status, so they refused to deal with him as a three-person encirclement.But that old monk is an eminent monk of the "bitter" generation, and his cultivation is extraordinary, it is really no small matter to attack in a rage. He struck out with a palm, and his five fingers flicked away, and the force of his palm split into five sharp ones, like five round monsters with solid long horns, and hit the little girl head-on. The little girl suddenly sat down on the ground and cried loudly: "You bully me! Bully me! The old monk of Shaolin Temple is bullying people! Woooo..." She cried miserably all of a sudden, tears poured down her face, and suddenly The ocean was torrential. As soon as he sat down, the old monk's angry palm hit nothing. The little girl was crying so hard that her whole face was stained.He threw himself over suddenly, hugged the old monk's legs, buried his face in the old monk's robe, and cried out loudly. This movement has no internal strength at all, but it exposes the vitals of one's whole body to the opponent, it is really scheming, just like a child slapstick. Seeing her like this, the old monk couldn't hit her with the second palm.The little girl didn't care about him, and cried louder and louder.She cried a few more times, then suddenly pushed him away, sat on the ground and laughed loudly. The old monk frowned, not knowing why she was crying and laughing.The little girl said in a hoarse voice: "Poor Master Kuqing, the elder of Shaolin Temple, there will be no one like you in the Jianghu from now on!" Her voice became hoarse and old, and she seemed to be older than Master Kuqing.Combined with her sweet childish face, it forms a very strange picture. The old monk asked, "You know me?" The little girl Ang Tian laughed out loud, her old voice hovered over the Shaolin Temple, like an owl crying at night, extremely shrill.Her body suddenly twisted very strangely, and her originally thin body swelled by a foot! Master Kuqing's pupils shrank suddenly, and he croaked, "Bone shrinking technique? Are you a bone shrinking shemale? Shangguanhong?" Shangguanhong laughed bitterly, and said bitterly: "There are flowers of lost souls in the tears, and the fragrance of surprise on the fingernails, the pain, your death is finally not wronged!" Following her stern words, a green color gradually appeared on Master Kuqing's body.There was a slight hissing sound, and large black halos unexpectedly emerged from his skin for no reason, breaking through the bondage of the skin in a moment, bursting and blooming, and quickly protruding by more than two inches!Master Kuqing shouted angrily, waving his palms, and rushed towards Shangguanhong!This appearance really looks like hell in disguise in the night, extremely terrifying. Shangguan Hong looked at him coldly and remained motionless.Master Kuqing rushed a few more steps, and his palms were about to hit Shangguanhong's face, but when his body softened, he was only a fraction of the distance away, and he could no longer hand out his palms.The true energy in his body disappeared rapidly, and he finally fell at Shangguan Hong's feet! Master Ku Hang was hit by Qingxu Ganlu, his body was stiff and he couldn't move an inch, but he was soft into a puddle of mud, as if all the bones in his body had been melted away by the Lost Soul Flower and the Shocking God Fragrance! The eyes of the remaining two old monks were about to burst, and they suddenly shouted: "Kill!" The black clothes split into the sky, and the two monks flew like eagles, and rushed towards Shangguanhong! Shangguan Hong's red clothes fluttered, and he somersaulted onto the high wall.Only two "chi chi" sounds were heard, and her two sleeves were torn off by the old monk in black.The two old monks didn't stop, they circled around, switched positions like lightning, and then rushed towards Shangguanhong in the air! Shangguanhong laughed crisply, and resumed that sweet childish voice: "Have you forgotten my cry?" As soon as he finished speaking, the figure suddenly shook, and thirty people appeared on the high wall at the same time.Their movements are extremely fast, and they seem to be no less than the old monk in black.But these people's faces are all cold, with no expression at all. Shangguan Hong shouted: "Shadow of the Secret Demon, go!" The strong wind swayed, and the thirty people jumped down at the same time.Forced to circle around, with the power of the two black-clothed old monks, they couldn't help being forced down by the volley, and they staggered back a few steps!The shadows of the thirty secret demons glanced coldly at the monks with their pale eyes, and suddenly shot at the same time, uncovering the entire skull! Immediately, there was a strange "buzzing" sound that split through the entire Shaolin Temple, but there was nothing in the air. This mysterious sound is like a demon descending into the world, evil and monstrous, before killing a living being, the soul has been seized first!