Sleeping Arhat

Chapter 258
It turns out that the reason why Cheng Kun has the confidence to fight against the Beggar Gang and Mingjiao is because he has hidden a lot of thunderbolts on the mountainside of Shaoshi Mountain. This is an artifact he brought from the Great Food Kingdom in the Western Regions. The gunpowder can raze a hut to the ground, and its power is unfathomable.

Chengkun has hidden two boxes of thunderbolts in three places on the mountainside, and the three places are horns of each other, and they are all in the weak parts of the mountain. So many powerful thunderbolts, perhaps all It is possible to blow up this mountain, and the Shaolin Temple on the mountain, not to mention the result.

Wu Xian frowned. Now that he knows these three locations, he can quickly remove them all, and immediately eliminate all hidden dangers. However, Cheng Kun's last hope will also be shattered, and there is no chance for Cheng Kun to die together. Knowing this situation, Kun would not even have the courage to fight to the death, and would want to run away whenever he had the chance.

After contemplating for a moment, Wu Xian thought about it, and decided to leave these shocking thunders for now, because he has already scared the snake, and he can no longer disrupt Cheng Kun's plan.

To deal with these strange things, Mingjiao is the most sure.The heroes of their five-element flags have their own abilities. Zhentianlei is the least afraid of fire and explodes when touched, except for the fire flag. The thick soil flag is best at drilling holes in the ground. Spears and axes, extraordinary sharpness, the giant wooden formation used by the giant wooden flag to attack the city, it is really most suitable for the brothers of the Five Elements Banner to deal with the bandits guarding Zhentianlei.

And in order to protect everyone's safety and hide Cheng Kun's gaze, it is best to act the night before the meeting, or to have a sneaky change of day to replace Zhen Tianlei early.

After Wu Xian inquired about the situation, he went back down the mountain and lived in a small town a hundred miles away for a while. On this day, it was the sixteenth day of the seventh lunar month, and suddenly there were countless footsteps from the east. , some residents of the small town hid early, but there were quite a few gangsters, all of them were spectators. They climbed to the high place and looked into the distance as if they were surprised.

I saw hundreds of people approaching in a dark manner, all of them had blue cloth headbands and were hale and hearty. They were all dressed neatly, with white robes with black borders and a red flame embroidered on the sleeves. After passing by outside the town in a hurry, they headed west again.

"This...isn't this a Mingjiao person?" Someone asked with a surprised expression.

"Hey, I heard that the Five Dispersed Men of Teaching and Teaching had just set up an altar a hundred miles away from the foot of the Shaolin Temple Mountain. In less than a month, they were maimed by a certain monk in the Shaolin Temple. , and Zhang Zhong, another Taoist with the iron crown, was even more miserable, one of his arms was cut off, you explain that the teaching has suffered such a big loss, can they face it cautiously." Another bearded man said.

"This 'Lion Slaying Conference' is very interesting. It seems that the grand event on the sixth day of October will be brought forward." A wretched and short man said.

"I don't think it will be earlier. Don't you know why the 'Lion Slaying Conference' is set for the sixth day of October?" A slightly older old man shook his head. His face was full of grooves, and the years had left indelible marks. "It seems that the old leader of the Beggar Gang was killed by the Shaolin faction, and the date of death was the sixth day of October last year. Before that, the Beggar Gang came to threaten Shaolin to hand over the culprit who killed the leader of the Beggar Gang, but Shaolin refused, so the beggar gang In a fit of rage, the gang members gathered all their strength to go to the Shaolin Temple on the sixth day of October, get rid of the culprit, and avenge their gang leader!"

"Old leader of the beggar gang? Could it be Shi Huolong, the gold and silver palm who has not been heard from more than ten years ago? Didn't he die a long time ago?" A young man asked suspiciously with a look of surprise.

"Don't fucking talk nonsense, be careful..." A muscular middle-aged man patted the young man on the head and said with hatred.

The young man rubbed his head and quickly covered his mouth. He looked around and his heart trembled. Fortunately, there were no beggars around. Threat to life.

The young man bowed his hands to the middle-aged man and said gratefully, "Thank you, senior."

"Yeah." The middle-aged man smiled with vacant eyes, very useful.

Wu Xian's gaze followed the Mingjiao Giant Wooden Bannerman. Unexpectedly, the situation was so serious. Mingjiao had already started to gather disciples. Are they ready to fight Shaolin?He was worried about the thunder on the mountain, so he decided to tell Wuji first, lest they suffer Cheng Kun's loss.

That night, Wu Xian arrived at the rocky hill to the west, which was the base of Zhang Zhong and hundreds of Mingjiao disciples. There is a big tent, probably the place where the wounded live. The fire inside the tent is brightly lit, and there are people outside the tent. There are people patrolling inside and outside, making it even more difficult for Wu Xian to sneak in.

Wu Xian swung his body and jumped onto a branch of a tree five or six feet high in the distance. This place has the best view. He looked down and saw tents set up in the center of the chaotic hill, and countless small tents. The fire pile spread to the distance along the flat ground on the mountain. Wu Xian carefully estimated that there were more than 100 flames.It seems that only two or three Mingjiao five-element flags have arrived, and not all the troops have arrived.

Today the moonlight is very bright and the weather is very warm. There are almost no clouds on the clear night sky, which makes the sky stretch as far as the eye can see. Countless stars are twinkling with starlight. Wu Xian stared at the sky with big eyes. After a while, his eyes became blurred. The stars blinked and blinked, like a fire that was flickering on the distant land. For a while, he couldn't tell the difference between the stars and the torches.

Time passed slowly, and many people on the ground fell asleep. The fire was extinguished because there was no firewood added, leaving only a dark pile of charcoal.And even if it has not been extinguished, there are only scattered flames. When the mountain wind blows, the flames will drift left and right. No one knows which wind will blow the flames out.

Wu Xian waited for so long, and when his figure quickly approached, he saw that among those tents, the one in the middle was the tallest and the largest, and even the firelight from the tent was the brightest, so he couldn't guess wrong. The person who lives in the tent must be the Mingjiao who advocates Wuji.

So he took out the letterhead that he had already prepared, and inserted a flying knife into the corner of the envelope. With a slight flick of his wrist, and a skillful move, he heard a "swish", and the flying knife pierced through the white cloth and entered the envelope. Inside the tent.

And Wu Xian also turned around and ran out, disappearing in the dark night, while the figure in the tent held a throwing knife in his hand, and shot out immediately, but it was still a step too late, he only saw the pitch black, did not see anything silhouette.

(End of this chapter)