President Bingshan's personal husband

Chapter 142 Southern Shaolin

Putian!

The weather was very overcast, with black clouds pressing down on the city, and the spring thunder intermittently sounded from last night to the daytime. The continuous drizzle was not like the torrential showers in the north. It was unknown when it would stop.

The mountain streams are gurgling, and the green bamboos are jubilant, sprouting and exuding vitality.

The glazed tiles of Southern Shaolin were washed by the rain, and the colors contained a lot of historical precipitation.

This was rebuilt on the ruins after the Shaolin Temple was burned down by the anti-Qing Fuming fire. If you look carefully, you can still find some traces.

In front of the temple gate is a big slope, which connects to the foot of the mountain. There are pavilions on the way and forests on both sides.

The sound of the rain was soft, and the leaves were dripping. Slowly, a black spot appeared, and then it became higher and higher. It was obviously a person's head.

The drizzle made his figure a little blurry, but gradually, he finally got closer.

His clothes were completely wet from the rain, and water droplets fell down the ends of his hair. In his hand, he tightly held something wrapped in sackcloth.

As he got closer, he looked up, and the word Shaolin Temple was very clear.

Suddenly the wind blew up, and the branches on the side swayed, blowing the rain obliquely.

shhhhhh!
Three voices appeared, and three monks jumped out from the side, obviously the gatekeepers.

On the slope, many people rushed up one after another, looking at the man warily.

Among them are Jiang Xunhe from Mount Hua and Xie Sasa from Mount Emei.And some experts from the Southwest, but there are more people coming this time. After all, it is the Southwest, unlike the last time I went to the Northwest.

The reason why they were able to follow was entirely because Li Sanya swaggered to the southwest, but looking at him, it was obvious that something was wrong, and Li Sanya's skill was so high that ordinary people could not be hostile, so the people here just followed, wanting to see Let's see what Li Sanya is going to do.

Who knew that along the way, they actually arrived at South Shaolin.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, unable to figure out what Li Sanya meant.

"Amitabha! Donor..."

One of them said something to Li Sanya, but Li Sanya slowly tore away the sackcloth, revealing the weird weapon inside.

The monk frowned slightly, with a look of wariness in his eyes.

"Hey, this Li Sanya, is he going to commit murder in front of the temple gate in Southern Shaolin?"

"I think he is courting death!"

"It's not enough to give him ten guts!"

"Not necessarily, I think he just came to Shaolin Temple to find bad luck."

"Amitabha, the almsgiver is here, the so-called..."

Clang!
The sword crossed.

After cutting off the rain line, the monk remained the same, but everyone shut their mouths.

When the wind blows, heads fall!
hiss.

Those who thought Li Sanya didn't dare to do anything just now were all shocked.

Don't dare to do it?

Obviously not, not only did he strike, but he didn't hold back at all.

As the head rolled down on the ground, some timid ones took a step back inadvertently.

The remaining two monks finally regained their composure, and ran into the temple in a panic, their fear could be heard from afar.

Li Sanya stood in front of the temple, with a corpse in front of him, the sackcloth had fallen to the ground, and the rain was flowing down the weapon.

Many people's eyes fell on that weird knife or sword.

snoring...

"What is he crazy about?"

"I don't know!"

"This Li Sanya is really crazy!"

Is Li San vulgar?
His own answer is no, otherwise he would not have gradually forgotten Nan Shaolin in the gentle hometown of Sun Moon Sky.

But in this arena, if you don't provoke others, others will come back to provoke you.

And once you come in, if you want to leave, it will be as difficult as climbing the sky.

This corresponds to the saying: people are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves.

People are rivers and lakes, grievances are also rivers and lakes, there is no escape, they will only sink deeper and deeper.

"Hmph, who is it that dares to commit murder at the gate of my Shaolin Temple!"

The voice was filled with anger, but it was very familiar. Insulation pushed the door out, glanced at it, and paused.

Immediately, with a perplexed face, he secretly cursed how this tortured disaster star would come here.

But he also hurried out, bewildered and took care of everyone.

"I don't know what you are all talking about here?"

When he spoke, he looked at Li Sanya, and the meaning was self-evident.

After bringing back Jingtian Sunyue's words, Master Abbot immediately issued an order not to make trouble for Li Sanya from the people in the temple.

What kind of person Jingtian Sunyue is, regardless of her mysterious strength, just talk about her reputation in the northwest, and with a shout, the older generations of those families or sects will definitely stand on their backs.

Moreover, in the past 50 years, many forces in the Northwest have disappeared. Could it be that they have been wiped out? Who knows why?
It's just that they didn't expect them to give up. This Li Sanya ran here in a rage, what was the reason for this.

Of course, no one in the crowd spoke, and most of them looked at Li Sanya.

Li Sanya stared at the insulation lightly, and said a word: "Hand over the sun, the moon and the sky!"

Insulation was taken aback for a moment, and then he immediately understood that Ri Yuetian would be the granddaughter of Jingtian Riyue.

He trembled and said hastily: "Don't talk nonsense, benefactor Li, he is not in our Southern Shaolin."

It's just that he was also very puzzled, this woman of Sun Yuetian has profound skills, judging by Li Sanya's appearance, could it be that she is missing.

"Not in your temple?" He frowned, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I have heard that Southern Shaolin has a fist and kick stunt called Buddha's Wrath, is it true or not."

Insulation frowned slightly, feeling confused, but he didn't understand Li Sansu's meaning, but he still nodded: "That's right, this was created by a senior from Nan Shaolin a hundred years ago!"

Li Sansu said, "Only one copy?"

Insulation nodded: "Only one!"

With a movement of the weapon in Li Sanya's hand, he said sharply, "Then it can't be wrong!"

He said with a cold snort, and the weapon in his hand slashed at the insulation.

Insulation had been staring at Li Sanya, and stood very carefully.

But he still underestimated Li Sanya. After the knife fell, he immediately ran wildly, but was still cut on the arm.

Blood flowed out.

"Benefactor Li, you..." Insulation was shocked, his face was as white as paper.Just when he was about to speak, Li Sanya came again, and he didn't care about the embarrassment, he kicked open the door that was not locked, and rushed in.

It made the people behind him laugh.

"Tch, why do I admire this kid a little bit!"

"Hey, I think he looks good."

"Who is that Sun Moon Sky?"

No one can answer.

Li Sanya's face was gloomy and cold, he turned his weapon over and over again, and looked up at the gate of the temple.

Standing up and jumping up, the blade hits the word Shaolin Temple.

"presumptuous!"

"Wait a minute!"

"No!"

Three voices appeared almost at the same time, and three yellow shadows emerged from the door.

As soon as the three of them went out, they shot directly at Li Sanya with strong and fierce qi.

If that ferocious zhenqi hits someone, it may kill half of them.

A cold light flickered in Li Sansu's eyes, but he didn't dodge it at all. With his appearance, people in the distance suddenly screamed.

(End of this chapter)