One person's royal painting

Chapter 67 Let the old man bear it!

call!
A shock wave spread out in all directions from the thick smoke, dispelling the smoke and dust covering the small courtyard, revealing the figure of Monk Baowen, but...

"Where is Xia Liuqing!"

Xie Yun's gaze was a little dull, and he thought to himself: Not good!Did you let that old thing go?
And Monk Baowen in the middle of the battlefield had a gloomy face at the moment, making it difficult for people to see his face clearly.

After a while, Monk Baowen, who was standing there motionless, finally came to his senses.

At this moment, Monk Baowen was also a little surprised. Just now he was...

He recalled the scene of the last blow just now.

At the moment when Monk Baowen's Guangming Fist was about to collide with Xia Liuqing's steel whip, Xia Liuqing seemed to take out a ball of oil paint-like Dongnan from his left hand and threw it at him...

After that, there was a brief gap in his memory...

When he came back to his senses, Xia Liuqing had long since disappeared.

"Damn!"

Without saying a word, Monk Xie Yun turned around and rushed towards the scripture storage pavilion.

All the monks behind me also looked at me and I looked at you, not knowing what to do for a while!
despair!despair!despair!
When Monk Xie Yun rushed to the scripture-defining pavilion, his eyes widened involuntarily, and his mood suddenly sank to the bottom.

In front of him, the door of the Sutra Pavilion has been completely smashed, the entire first floor is in a mess, and the scriptures are scattered all over the place.

And on the three-story wall, there are densely packed holes like a hornet's nest...

"This this……"

The current abbot of Xingjiao Temple who dared to come later looked at the scene in front of him, and he couldn't believe it.

Because he knew that on the third floor of the Sutra Pavilion, there was a Sanskrit barrier on the wall as a protection.

Ordinary aliens can't break it at all, but...

What are you going to do this time?Are they going to start a war with Shaolin?

He is still the abbot of Xingjiao Temple. Although he did not make any achievements during his tenure, he did not have any troubles.

But on the eve of retiring, this incident happened.

Thinking of this, the abbot of Xingjiao Temple felt like crying more or less!
But the monk Xie Yun at the side didn't notice the slightly rich expression on the face of the host standing beside him.

Monk Xieyun took three steps and made two steps, stepping directly to the place where the treasures are placed on the third floor.

When he saw the devastated third floor, his face was very flat, and there was a look of expectation in it, because he had already thought of the worst outcome below.

"Hui Xian..."

Xie Yun looked at the leading monk who was handling the remains of Zhiguang and Zhiying, and he couldn't say something when it came to his lips.

After Hui Xian heard what Monk Jie Yun said, he turned and glanced at him.

After confirming who was coming, Hui Xian stood up, clasped his hands together, lowered his head and said, "Master, I am willing to accept any punishment... This time I was succeeded by a monster with all sexes, it was all my mistake..."

"Brother!"

The bearded monk beside him hurriedly interrupted Huixian's words.

Xie Yun looked at Hui Xian with a complicated look on his face.

The treasure is lost!

Such a serious matter cannot be handled by Hui Xian alone.

Once this news gets out, the Buddhist sect will lose face in the circle.

"Just explain the situation briefly..."

Xie Yun opened his mouth and said hoarsely, "I am also responsible for this matter..."

Hui Xian still lowered his head, and in just a few words, he told the ins and outs of the whole thing to Monk Xie Yun.

After listening, Xie Yun shook his head and said: "Your command is not wrong. It is true that they cannot be put into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. If they fight here, maybe the barrier cannot withstand the attack of the six of you..."

"Yes! It's a pity that I still underestimated the strength of the thief this time..." Hui Xian bowed his head and said.

"I understand, I will go to the Discipline Hall with you for training later!" Xie Yun lowered his head slightly and clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha!"

Just after the two had made up their minds, suddenly an old voice came from the stairwell, it was Master Jiekong who came.

Seeing this, Xie Yun and Hui Xian quickly saluted and said, "Abbot!"

"If you lose something, you lose it, as long as you can find it later..."

Xie Kong looked at them kindly, and there was no sense of blame in his tone: "But I still hope that you will not suffer from this, Xie Yun..."

"Brother!" Monk Xie Yun hurriedly lowered his head.

He entered Shaolin at about the same time as Baowen, but he was given the title "Jieyun" only because he was accepted by Master Jiekong's master, the previous abbot of Shaolin!
It's just that the abbot at that time was too old to teach Xie Yun to solve his doubts.

Therefore, this burden naturally fell on the elder brother Xie Kong.

For Xie Yun, Master Xie Kong is not so much his senior brother, but more like a master.

"You..."

Master Jiekong walked up to him and said, "It's more or less the same as Baowen, with too much anger and hysteria! Originally, I planned to let you come to this remote place to cultivate your mind, but it's a pity..."

"Forget it, let me explain this matter to all the disciples!" Master Xie Kong said with a smile.

"But, brother!"

Xie Yun's expression tightened, but Master Jie Kong interrupted him before he could speak, "There is no need to say anything! I am about to resign as an old monk."

"After a while, I will go to Lingyin Temple to serve as the abbot, so you don't need to bear this responsibility! Cultivate your mind here, and don't forget what your brother said."

After finishing speaking, Master Jiekong turned around and took Monk Baowen down the wooden ladder of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, leaving only Xie Yun with a slightly dull expression behind him.

……

On the other side, in the jungle.

Gudong!Gudong!
After Barron turned on the kettle and took a few sips, he let out a long breath.

Wang Bin on the side asked curiously: "After you practice Liuku Immortal Thief, don't you no longer need to eat and drink..."

"Indeed! If it is normal, I really don't need it! But this time I have consumed a lot of energy, so I can recover a little faster!"

Barron gently wiped the water stains from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and asked, "Is there really no need to help Xia? He's under a lot of pressure!"

"No, don't worry, even if all your sex is gone, that old man will be fine!"

Wang Bin said with a smile that after consuming a large number of elves, his aura gradually stabilized, "Old man Xia has a lot of cards in his cards! If you don't use them up quickly, is it possible that you plan to bring them all into the coffin in the end?"

"Humph!"

As soon as Wang Bing finished speaking, a cold snort came from not far away, Xia Liuqing walked out of the woods with a tired figure, "Little bastard, you two ran very fast, leaving the old man and me alone behind."

"Don't come!"

Wang Bing retorted: "We are here to help you anyway! But what happened? The information is not accurate at all!"

"Those monks are definitely not at the level of ordinary aliens. They are in the middle and upper reaches of any sect!"

"I... hum!"

Old man Xia was speechless because Wang Bing was right, this time it was indeed that he did not do enough intelligence work.

Moreover, Wang Bing and Baron were also invited by him, and he also advocated stealing the relics.

"Have you got the item?" Xia Liuqing opened her eyes, looked at Wang and said.

"I got it, didn't I agree, this thing belongs to me!"

Wang Bin pretended to be puzzled, looked at Xia Liuqing and said, "Old Xia, you won't go back on your word!"

"I want to remind you, I'm almost recovered now! Looking at your current state...it's not very good. If we really fight, it's uncertain who will live and who will die."

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