Martial Arts: Start to Create a List of Behind-the-scenes Masterminds

　　"In the world, no man can resist Lin Xian'er."

　　"Although Xinjian has become a monk, he is still a man."

　　... Jay.

Chapter 99

　　The air smells the air's nose is crooked.

　　Unexpectedly, at this time, Xinjian was still thinking about Lin Xian'er's well-being.

　　"Xinjian, do you know how bad this thing is?"

　　"Even the Shaolin faction of the Song Dynasty already knows about it."

　　"Abbot Xuanci also sent a letter to ask for the reason."

　　"How do you ask Lao Na to answer?"

　　Abbot Kong Wen said in a calm voice.

　　This is where he is the most angry.

　　Although the Shaolin School of the Ming Dynasty and the Shaolin School of the Great Song Dynasty are not affiliated with each other, they have the same origin, so they can be regarded as the same spirit.

　　However, unlike the Da Ming Beggar Gang and the Da Song Beggar Gang who take care of each other, the Shaolin factions of the two countries have been fighting openly and secretly.

　　Everyone wants to completely suppress the other party and fight for a Shaolin authentic title.

　　These days, due to the repeated exposure of Tianjilou, all the scandals of Daming Shaolin have been exposed, and the reputation has dropped again and again.

　　Seeing that Shaolin's authentic name is almost impossible to keep.

　　Da Song Shaolin was naturally overjoyed when he saw this situation.

　　Abbot Xuanci even had to send a letter every time, called caring, which was a mockery.

　　"One person does things and one person is responsible, and it's just death."

　　Xinjian also has a reckless temper, and actually used the power to directly attack the heart, intending to kill himself on the spot.

　　"Confused."

　　At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded in the hall.

　　This voice contained an extremely strong internal force, which actually directly dissipated the internal force condensed by the monk of the heart.

　　In the next instant, a white-haired old monk suddenly appeared behind the monk Xinjian, his dry palm resting on his back.

　　Yi Jin Jing internal force works!

　　Soon, the turbulent inner strength in the body of the monk Xinjian was appeased by the pure inner strength of the old monk's Yi Jinjing, and returned to his dantian.

　　It all happened in a flash of lightning.

　　The monk Xinjian not only survived from the gate of hell, but his inner strength was also slightly strengthened due to the nourishment of the inner strength of the Yi Jin Jing.

　　"I have seen Uncle Pu Xuan Shi."

　　When the monks saw the white-haired old monk, they were all shocked and hurriedly bowed.

　　This monk Puxuan is the first of the Shaolin School of Taoism, and his seniority is scary. Even the abbot Kong Wen has to respect him by three points.

　　"Thank you, Uncle Puxuan, for your help."

　　The monk Xinjian also hurriedly bowed.

　　After passing through the gate of hell, he also became sober a lot.

　　"Amitabha."

　　"My Buddha has a cloud: put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

　　"Xinjian, you are a member of Buddhism, why can't you see through this?"

　　Divine Monk Puxuan said slowly.

　　The monk Xinjian folded his hands together and said, "Amitabha, Xinjian knows that he has sinned deeply and is ashamed of being a Shaolin disciple. He wishes to restore the reputation lost by the Shaolin School with his death."

　　"Confused."

　　"The so-called fame and wealth are just 853 passing by."

　　"Even if you die, the results that have been formed will not change."

　　Divine Monk Puxuan said lightly.

　　The monk Xinjian said, "What my uncle taught me is that Xinjian would like to hear the fate of my uncle and the abbot."

　　Abbot Kong Wen said, "Xinjian, do you know that Senior Nephew Wuhua and a group of Shaolin disciples have been taken captive to Mongolia?"

　　"Is there such a thing? Xinjian doesn't know."

　　Xinjian Divine Monk said with some surprise.

　　Kong Wen explained what happened.

　　"The very sinister Mongolian county master dares to do this evil thing in my Daming territory."

　　"But Senior Nephew Wuhua is always talented, how could he fall into such a low-level trap?"

　　The monk Xinjian said with a frown.

　　"Probably because of the Battle of Wudang Jinding, the Shaolin disciples were seriously injured, and even though Wuhua's nephew has talent, he has no room to use it."

　　"I told you about this because I have a task that I want to give you."

　　"There are dozens of sect masters who have been taken captive to Mongolia this time."

　　"This matter has greatly damaged my reputation in Daming Jianghu."

　　"Therefore, Mingjiao advocate Wuji came forward to form an alliance, intending to go to Mongolia to rescue the kidnapped disciples of various sects."

　　"The Yihua Palace, the Wuyue Sword Sect, the Beggar Gang, the Shenshui Palace, etc. have all agreed to participate, and I, Shaolin, cannot be left behind."

　　"This trip is destined to be full of crisis."

　　"Old Na looks at all the brothers and sisters, only your heart is the most suitable. Are you willing to take this task?"

　　Abbot Kong Wen talked and finally revealed his purpose.

　　The monk Xinjian said: "Thanks to the abbot's attention, Xinjian will take the blame and make merit, rescue Wuhua Shi and Nephew, and raise my Shaolin reputation."

　　"Uncle Pu Xuan Shi."

　　"According to the letter from the leader of Mingjiao Zhang, there are extremely strong experts in the Mongolian country."

　　"Even the jellyfish Yinji, the master of the Shenshui Palace, was surrendered and taken away."

　　"If Uncle Pu Xuan would go with the team, it would be foolproof."

　　Abbot Kong Wen looked at the monk Pu Xuan and said.

　　All the Shaolin monks nodded.

　　The monk Puxuan is a hundred years old, with high morals and good reputation, and he is almost as good as Zhang Sanfeng in Wudang.

　　If Divine Monk Puxuan also went to Mongolia, the chance of a successful rescue would be increased by at least [-]%.

　　Divine Monk Puxuan shook his head and said, "Lao Na broke out this time because he had an important matter to deal with and couldn't go to Mongolia."

　　When the abbot heard the words, he could only give up.

　　Not to mention him, the Sandu monk in the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain is not as senior as the Puxuan monk, and he can't command at all.

　　……

　　At the same time, the Song Dynasty was the head of the Beggar Gang.

　　In the council hall, the air seemed to condense into ice, and there was a (cabc) depression everywhere.

　　"bump!"

　　The leader of the big gang, Qiao Feng, who was sitting in the first place, slammed the table and said angrily: "Little Mengguo, it's too much to deceive people!"

　　"The Daming Beggar Gang has already experienced a civil strife, and then suffered a battle at Wudang Jinding, and there are not many elite disciples left."

　　"The remaining elites have been kidnapped by the Mongolian county master."

　　"If they can't be rescued in time, I'm afraid that the Daming Beggar Gang will fall."

　　The second gang leader Hong Qigong said in a deep voice.

　　Qiao Feng picked up the letter on the desk and read it again, and sighed: "Fortunately, there are people in the Daming Rivers and Lakes who have the overall situation in mind."

　　Hong Qigong nodded and said: "If you can organize a group of elite disciples to sneak into Mongolia all the way, and then suddenly attack, there should be a chance to rescue."

　　Qiao Feng said solemnly: "This matter concerns the life and death of the Daming Beggar Gang. We, the Song Beggar Gang, must help."

　　"This matter concerns the reputation of Daming Jianghu."

　　"If we send too many people, the scene will not look good."

　　"In my opinion, you and I are the only ones to go on this trip, and don't bring the rest."

　　Hong Qigong said calmly.

　　"That's exactly what I mean."

　　After Qiao Feng finished speaking, he looked at a shrewd man to the right and said, "After I and the gang leader Hong left, there will be the deputy gang leader of Rauma for all matters of the beggar gang."

　　"Please rest assured, the two gang masters, I am Ma, and the beggar gang will never have any problems."

　　Deputy gang leader Ma Dayuan said confidently.

　　……

　　At the same time, the Ming Dynasty, the capital, Hulong Villa.

　　In the discussion hall, Hou Zhu, God of Iron Courage, ignored the high seat and listened to Shangguan Haitang's report below.

　　He, who has always been quiet as a mountain, was trembling slightly at this time, and his long and narrow eyes were full of excitement.

　　"Father? Are you okay?"