I Signed in at Shaolin for Ten Thousand Years

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. The Dharma Ring was seized by the demon of the Bodhidharma Cave, and almost smashed the Buddha statue of Sakyamuni. However, at a critical moment, it was killed by someone..." Dharma Nature I repeated what I had seen before, the evils and disasters of Shaolin Temple.

"Ok."

The maid nodded, the smile on her face did not change, but her eyes gradually flickered with a complicated and solemn expression: "I didn't expect the legendary demon monk to really exist..."

That being the case, that "blood ancestor", I am afraid it also really exists...

It seems that my choice is not wrong. If the plan of worshipping the blood sect is successful, it will shock the martial arts and make the world awe-inspiring!

Yes, this small village turned out to be a gathering point for blood worship.

Almost all the villagers have become puppets of blood worship!

I am afraid that no one would have thought that a small village, and a small village at the foot of the Shaolin Temple, would turn out to be the headquarters of the blood worship!

Perhaps this is the so-called "black under the lights".

"However, since the demon monk exists and has successfully taken a Shaolin disciple. It stands to reason that he should be able to break through to the realm of the master in a very short time. Then why is there still someone in the Shaolin Temple who can take it away? Kill, who is that person?" The concubine couldn't help but wonder.

"According to Abbot Xuanci, that person's law name was Kongwen, and the abbot called him'Uncle Kongwen Master'!" Dharma Xing said.

"Uncle Kongwen Master..."

The concubine girl frowned slightly: "Is it really the legendary monk of Kongwen? However, this is also unlikely. If the legend is true, even if the monk is not dead now, it should not be possible to have such a powerful monk. Dharma is right."

"Vice-teacher, I don't know what the legend of the old bald donkey is?" At this moment, an old man next to him couldn't help but ask.

"Yes. Associate Master, you have a lot of knowledge and know a lot about the secrets of Shaolin Temple, right?" Another middle-aged man in a black robe also asked.

"Hmph, these things are just some illusory legends. Chen Zhima is rotten with corn. It is useless to say more than to mention it."

The concubine snorted coldly, looking for reasons casually, as if deliberately didn't want to mention this matter, and said: "Besides, if I expected it well, this disaster in Shaolin Temple can never be that simple. It should be someone who has heard about it under the guise of nothing It's a famous play!"

"Acting?" The old man frowned slightly and said, "Could it be that the Shaolin Temple deliberately released the news in order to attract us? Could it be that you exposed it?"

When the old man said the last sentence, he looked towards Dharma, his eyes flashed cold, with killing intent.

Facing the killing intent, Dharma didn’t show any fear, and said lightly: “I can’t be exposed. I worshipped Shaolin thirteen years ago and only started to learn about Shaolin martial arts two years later. For one year, I have never learned your blood worship technique. How could it be exposed?"

Yes, Dharma Nature is not a person who worships blood, nor has he learned the magic of blood worship. It is precisely because of this that he won the trust of Shaolin Temple.

This time, the blood worship was able to gain insight into the opportunity, and Shaolin Temple also suspected that there had been people with secret communicators in the temple, but in the end, it was only to the Dharma ring.

It can be said that if Shaolin Temple doubts anyone, it will not doubt him.

"The Shakyamuni Seal of Shaolin Temple has indeed become weak, and Abbot Xuanci seems to be seriously injured. If this news is true, then this will be the best time for me to worship the blood sect in a century. With today's Shaolin Temple, never It may have resisted my blood worship attack." The old man said.

Immediately he looked at the concubine: "Vice-teacher, if this monk can be trusted, then we can't hesitate. Later, it will change. It is better to destroy Shaolin now and save the bleeding ancestor!"

"No, the deputy leader, I think this matter is awkward and important. It's better to wait for the leader to recover from his injury, and then take action." The middle-aged man in black robes next to him said cautiously.

The two looked at the concubine together, as if waiting for the woman in red to respond.

The concubine picked up the blood tea on the table and took a sip. There was a thoughtful look on her delicate face. After a while, she said: "The injury of the leader, although he recuperated fifty-seven years ago, now there are more than ten thousand people. Blood sacrifice. But it will take at least two years to heal from the injury. If this matter is true, we cannot wait that long."

"However, there are indeed some doubts about this matter that have not been resolved. Moreover, if there is a monk who is at least a master at Shaolin Temple, then even if the Shakyamuni Seal becomes weak, we may not be able to destroy Shaolin so easily." Said softly.

"Then...what should I do?"

"I have sent Gu Ying to investigate the truth. What is the truth of the matter, when he comes back,..." The concubine was about to speak. But at this moment...

"Vice-teacher, it's not good, Elder Guying is dead! Moreover, his death is strange, and only half of his body is left!"

Suddenly there was an exclamation, and then a blood worshiper broke into the secret room.

The cultist broke in, and the concubine wrinkled her brows slightly and her eyes were cold, but she couldn't help being surprised when she heard the cultist's words.

"What, Gu Ying died?" The old man was shocked: "Gu Ying has six levels of innate realm, and has extremely high qualifications, and has practiced my teaching magic. How could he be intercepted so easily!? Can it be said that Shaolin Temple is serious Is there a master master?"

The middle-aged man in black robe heard the words and said: "No, with the hypocrisy of the bald donkeys in Shaolin Temple, even if they have the ability to kill Gu Ying, they will only be captured, at best, martial arts will be abolished. How could it be so easy? Kill, besides, only half of the body is left..."

"Move up Guying's body." Said the maiden.

The disciples quickly agreed, and then quickly did it. After a long while, half of the body appeared in front of everyone.

The wound of the corpse contained a slight dark purple, and no blood came out, and it was not known whether it was drained or solidified.

Seeing the deep purple, the maid's eyes flashed.

"It's so hot..." The old man frowned slightly: "And judging from the wound. It's not like a Buddhist disciple's shot, but there are traces of Fangxian Dao."

"No, this is not what Fang Xiandao did. This is a magic skill called'Heaven and Earth Conquer Yin and Yang Great Compassion Fu'!" Suddenly, the maid said.

"Heaven and earth conquer yin and yang great compassion!?"

As soon as the words came out, the old man and the middle-aged black-robed man were shocked together: "Is this true? But didn't this monk just said that, the demon monk has been destroyed!?"

Their eyes are on Dharma.

Dharma Xing also looked at the corpse carefully and folded his hands together: "Amitabha, this injury is indeed like that of the abbot and Master Xuankong."

After the legal nature was confirmed, the old man and the black-robed middle-aged man were suddenly shocked, and they didn't know what to do, they just looked at the maid.

The concubine paused and said: "It seems that my previous guess is really good. The demon monk is not dead."

"It's not the demon monk who died, but the so-called ‘empty smell god’s monk’!

The concubine uttered amazing words.