Chapter 77: Brother Sanzang is respectful; the appearance of the soul - Purple Ox!
"The second volume of the treasure book?!"

"where is it?"

The moment he heard this, the Black Fox King was shocked.

He stared at the leader with ghostly eyes and asked impatiently.

The sudden gaze made the man feel cold all over, and he lowered his head and replied:
"In reply to your Majesty, the second volume of the treasure book is in the hands of a white-haired, crazy, old monk!"

"His martial arts skills are not low, his strength is comparable to that of a Shaolin elder!"

"Fusha has already led his men there. They will be able to bring back the second volume of the treasure book in three days at the earliest!"

"Mad monk?"

When talking about monks, the Black Fox King's face was filled with disgust.

Back then, it was those three Shaolin monks who sealed himself!

Needless to say, after he made a comeback, he was suppressed by the monks of all sizes in Shaolin Temple!
"Can you find out where that crazy monk came from?"

Fu Sha is a master of the Black Fox Gang.

His actual strength has reached the level of controlling Qi!
He was originally a bandit, but later joined the Black Fox King.

"My subordinates fought with him and found that he used Shaolin Kung Fu."

Hearing this, the Black Fox King couldn't help but frown:

"There is someone with this martial art in Shaolin Temple, and he has white hair, but there is no such person as you mentioned."

That night, the Black Fox King went to the Sutra Library to snatch the first volume of the "Book of Power". During the fight, he only fought with Abbot Sanzang.

But during the fight, he also took a look at the big bald monks and the abbots of several academies in Shaolin Temple.

Now that I think about it, none of the ones with white hair, crazy and old appearance match me at all!
Besides, isn’t there only the first volume of the treasure book in Shaolin Temple?
Where does the second volume come from?

This might not be some Shaolin trick...

Think of this.

The Black Fox King's face darkened, he looked at him fiercely, and said angrily:

"Get out of here, and investigate that crazy monk for me before you come back!"

"Yes, yes, I'll go right away."

The leader responded tremblingly.

Then, he hurried out of this devil's cave.

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It's already chilly in the mornings in late autumn.

There was even frost deep in the mountains.

On a mountain path with fallen leaves, a tall old man, wearing a thin gray coat and carrying a bag, was heading towards the Shaolin Temple.

He had a head full of white hair that looked messy and had not been groomed for a long time.

His face is also full of wrinkles.

But from the coldness and murderousness that occasionally appeared between the old man's brows, it can be seen that he is not a simple person.

Suddenly.

The old man stopped and said in a cold tone:
"We're almost at Shaolin. You guys have been following us all the way, why don't you show up?"

The words fell.

No one responded.

He seemed to be talking to himself.

But the next moment, a violent sound of breaking through the air was heard.

A snow-white broadsword flew out from nowhere and swung towards him as fast as lightning.

The knife wasn't close yet.

Then a powerful sword force burst out, and the air wave it created directly splashed up the morning frost on the ground around it!
Keng!
When a knife came chopping, there seemed to be a solid wall of air in front of the old man, which actually bounced the knife away!
"He is really a Shaolin expert!"

A thug walked out of the forest and grabbed the sword that had flown out.

He showed up not long ago.

More than thirty people suddenly jumped out from all directions.

All dressed as Black Fox soldiers!

As soon as this group of people appeared, they looked ferocious, holding sharp blades, and surrounded him with bad intentions.

"Old man, hand over the second volume of the treasure book, and your master Fu will leave you with an intact body!"

"Otherwise, today will be the day you die!"

The leading thug raised his thick eyebrows, raised his big knife, came forward and said with a grim smile.

This man was none other than Fusha, a subordinate of the Black Fox King.

"Who are you and why do you want to take the treasure book?"

The old man asked indifferently.

Hearing this, Fu Sha interrupted coldly and said viciously: "Stop talking nonsense!"

"Hand over the second volume of the treasure book immediately!"

After saying this, seeing that the old man was still indifferent, Fu Sha didn't want to waste any more words with him. He activated the true energy in his hand, shouted angrily, swung his sword and killed him.

His sword skills were domineering. With one swing of the sword, the sword light as bright as frost and snow poured down and slashed straight towards the old man's neck.

however.

At this moment, the old man attacked fiercely.

A shoulder rushed straight forward!
There was only a cracking sound, and Fusha flew backwards!

"you you?!"

He fell to the ground in agony. Just as Fusha was about to get up, he vomited blood from his mouth and died instantly.

He didn't understand at that time, how could this old man have such strength?

Isn’t Shaolin a good fighter?

at the same time.

Fu Sha was killed by one blow from the old man!
All the Black Fox soldiers present were terrified.

Staring at him in amazement.

His face was filled with panic.

"You all deserve to die for coveting the treasure book!"

After killing Fusha, the old man's face twisted as if he was stimulated.

He couldn't help but roared like thunder.

At this moment, the old man's clothes and hair were dancing wildly, looking like a madman!

At the same time, wisps of purple true qi burst out.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into an extremely wild and strong purple bull.

There are two horns on the head and the eyes are red.

"Run!"

"This man is a Shaolin master!"

"..."

I don't know who shouted.

The group of Black Fox soldiers immediately dropped their weapons and armor and ran away in panic.

Moo!
A bull roar.

It was the old man who activated his primordial spirit and urged the purple bull to kill the enemy.

In just ten breaths, most of the Black Fox soldiers were killed or injured.

For a moment, there were screams and wails!
Some of the Black Fox soldiers were pushed up to the sky by the Purple Bull's brute force, and then smashed down heavily, causing their internal organs to be shattered!
More were pierced by the bull’s horns and covered in blood!
Some were knocked back hundreds of feet and never stood up again...

Not until this group of Black Fox soldiers were completely dead did the old man retract his spiritual form.

Seeing the tragic scene on the ground, he remained indifferent. He just looked in the direction of Shaolin and kept muttering:
"Abbot Tianlong, what on earth is going on?"

"Why would someone want to hunt me down and steal the treasure book..."

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Night falls.

Shaolin Temple.

Lin Xuan had just finished practicing the Prajna Zen Palm and returned to the dormitory when he heard Tang Xiaolong say with interest:
"Hey, Brother, Xiaohu, I heard that the inn at the foot of the mountain has a new dish called lamb leg soup pot. Shall we go and eat it tomorrow night?"

After saying this, Xiaohu immediately refused:
"No more."

"Tomorrow Elder Xuanfeng will be on duty at the temple. I dare not do that. How about next time?"

Xiaohu is well aware of Elder Xuanfeng's strict and old-fashioned character.

Last time he shot the arrow astray, he had to clean the sewers for half a month.

Hearing this, Xiaolong shook his head:
"What do you mean by next time? The later we go to the inn, the less mutton there will be. Let's do it tomorrow."

"Don't be afraid to spend money. My father gave me a lot of money."

"As for Elder Xuanfeng, there is no need to be afraid. We will call Xiaolan tomorrow and go through the secret passage. He will definitely not know."

As he spoke, Xiaolong saw that Lin Xuan hadn't spoken yet, so he couldn't help but ask:
"Senior brother, what do you think?"

Hear this.

Just as Lin Xuan was about to answer, he couldn't help but concentrate.

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(End of this chapter)