"By the way, Brother Niu, what is your mission?"

At this time, Dongfang Weiming also asked.

Since you are friends and you are doing tasks together, you naturally have to ask about the other party’s task content and try to avoid a car crash.

"I'll find someone from the sacred mountain!"

Wang Yuan said truthfully.

"The man on the sacred mountain..."

Dongfang Weiming said: "As far as I know, although this person is not a bad person, he is narrow-minded and has always had hatred with Shaolin Temple, so you have to be careful."

"I just asked for the scriptures from Shaolin Temple. He wouldn't have to fight with me, a junior." Wang Yuandao.

"That's not sure!" Dongfang Weiming said.

"Forget it, let's talk about it when you arrive at Qingliang Temple first!"

After hearing what Dongfang Weiming said, Wang Yuan felt a little unsure.

After all, this is a task given by Xuanci himself, and which one of the tasks given by Xuanci is easier to do?

But since you come, you will be at ease. When you come, you can't run back without entering. This is not Wang Yuan's personality.

Wang Yuan and Dongfang Weiming talked all the way, and quickly arrived at the entrance of Qingliang Temple along the mountain road...

After revealing his identity, the guard monk took Wang Yuan and the others to the presided over the Zen room.

I saw a middle-aged monk sitting in the meditation room.

The man was short, with a strong and magnificent eyes, and was obviously the abbot of Qingliang Temple, and the sacred mountain man who was known as the Dragon-Surrendering Arhat in the Jianghu.

"Wang Yuan, Shaolin Temple! The Godly Captain Si Dongfang Weiming, pay homage to the abbot of the Shenshan!"

Seeing a master being timid is a basic code of walking around the world. Smart people will not pretend to be big-headed garlic in front of NPCs.

"Yeah! It turns out to be the envoy of His Majesty the Emperor!"

Seeing Wang Yuan and his other salute, the man on the sacred mountain first glanced at Dongfang Weiming, and then his eyes fell on Wang Yuan.

At the same time, Wang Yuan suddenly felt as if he had been seen through and his whole body was chilly.

"Niu Dachun! Humph!"

The man on the sacred mountain snorted coldly: "The first person in Buddhism in the martial arts world, a late martial arts star, and an outstanding disciple of Shaolin Temple. I wonder what is the price to do in the remote area of ​​Qingliang Temple?"

As Dongfang Weiming expected, when people on this sacred mountain saw Wang Yuan, their words were filled with gunpowder. Qingliang Temple is also a famous temple in the world, and the jungle of the ten directions. As a generation of monks, they actually took the initiative to squeeze players. The people on this sacred mountain were really arrogant.

"Amitabha!"

Wang Yuan knew that the man on the sacred mountain was a master of the same level as Xuan Ci, and was in the chassis of others. He did not dare to be too arrogant, but said, "The little monk was ordered by his master to come to the temple to find the scriptures of Shaolin Temple. He also asked the abbot of the sacred mountain to take advantage of the convenience and return the scriptures!"

"Why didn't Xuanci come? He actually asked you, the junior, to humiliate me?" Shenshan looked angry when he heard this.

This monk is really sensitive in his heart, probably because of inferiority.

"How can Shaolin Temple be without a master for a day? Please forgive me for the abbot of the Shenshan!" Wang Yuan said hurriedly.

At the same time, I said in my heart: "Damn, if it weren't for the sake of not beating you, I would smash you an old dog to death with a Zen stick. When I took the scriptures, I would burn your Qingliang Temple with a fire! Grass!"

Shenshan attacked one after another, but Wang Yuan was neither humble nor arrogant, making Shenshan as embarrassed as if he had punched him empty. Shenshan also felt that it was meaningless to make things difficult for Wang Yuan, so he waved his hand and said, "You'd better go back! Let Xuanci come to me by himself."

"I'm afraid not!"

Wang Yuan shook his head.

Xuanci's task was to get the scriptures back. If the sacred mountain refused and the task changed, Wang Yuan would definitely turn around and leave. He was too lazy to talk nonsense with this old monk, but the task has not changed now, so Wang Yuan could not go back.

"As the saying goes, it is not difficult to borrow and repay again!" Wang Yuan said: "The master is also a great monk of a generation. How can he do that kind of thing that can be borrowed or returned?"

"This is a bad statement!"

Shenshan said: "Is Shaolin Temple a Zen Buddhism?"

"Yes!" Wang Yuandao.

"Is Qingliang Temple a Zen Buddhism?" Shenshan asked again.

"yes!"

Wang Yuan continued to nod.

Shenshan smiled and said, "Since they are all Zen Buddhism, the Zen scriptures belong to Zen disciples. I just took my own things, so how can I talk about returning them?"

"you……"

Wang Yuan was stunned when he heard this.

Okay, it may not be just monks who are shameless, but monks must be shameless. Old monk Xuanci is already treacherous enough, but Xuanci still needs to take care of his minimum face, but the people on the sacred mountain are obviously shameless!

"The abbot of the Shenshan is very reasonable. The little monk is speechless. He just doesn't know how many levels of the abbot of the Shenshan?" Wang Yuan asked humbly. Since he didn't come, then just rob him. Mingqiang first understands the strength of his opponent before. Only by knowing himself and the other can he be defeated in a hundred battles.

"Like your master, level 145!" Shenshan said: "If I could obtain the 72 unique skills of Shaolin, how could I stop at this martial arts attainment."

Speaking of this, Shenshan looked regretful and unwilling.

The man on the sacred mountain has excellent talent and high self-esteem. When he was young, he wanted to join Shaolin, but because of his arrogant attitude, he was rejected by the abbot of the Lingmen. Later, he became the host of Qingliang Temple. However, the martial arts of Qingliang Temple are far inferior to Shaolin Temple. However, even so, the man on the sacred mountain still practices martial arts to the same level as Xuanci.

Xuanci is already a genius who has ever met in Shaolin Temple once in a century. The talent of the people on the sacred mountain is far better than Xuanci. Now, when you mention the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple, the people on the sacred mountain will sigh.

"Second!"

Wang Yuan was shocked when he heard this, "Okay, level 145 is nearly one hundred levels higher than himself."

According to official website data, the strength of the heads of the nine major sects is between level 120-150 and level 145, which is basically the strongest combat power of all major sects. Of course, the sect attracting people in Niujia Village is not counted. It is a boss with the same functional role as the guards of the sects, and cannot be determined by reason.

If he is only at level 50 or 60, such as a boss like Li Mochou Qu Lingfeng, Wang Yuan is sure to call someone to beat him to death, but the gap of 100 is definitely not something that can be filled by the number of people.

"Do you have anything else to ask?"

The man on the sacred mountain said again.

"It's gone!" Wang Yuan shook his head, and winked at Dongfang Weiming and said, "It's your turn!"

"I am here to find a monk named Xingchi!" Dongfang Weiming walked forward and said respectfully.

"Yes, stupid?"

Shenshan sneered and said, "I am a person outside the world. What does ordinary imperial edict have to do with me?"

"I……"

This person on the sacred mountain is really indifferent. Just like Wang Yuan’s experience, Dongfang Weiming was also disappointed.

"Damn it! What's this monk?" Dongfang Weiming was even more depressed than Wang Yuan.

No matter how Wang Yuan said that, he was a family with Shenshan. As an elder, Shenshan had to listen to Wang Yuan for a few words, but what is Dongfang Weiming's identity? The first Shenguan of the Divine Captain, the envoy of the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, was behind the entire court. At this time, he was treated like this by a monk. Dongfang Weiming's mood can be imagined.
Chapter completed!