Clan Leader, the Aura Recovery Is Finally Here

Chapter 133

There are mountains and plains near Wudang Mountain, but even if there are many mountains and forests, it can’t stand the hot weather.

As a major disciple of the Shaolin generation, Hui Jue is also a fire in his heart at this moment.

Moreover, after searching for the animal for nearly 800 kilometers, he was about to catch it, but it was a pity that he escaped, looking at this range of Wudang Mountain to leave.

Huitong’s face was full of exhaustion, the second disciple of the first generation, with sweat on his face, panting hard, holding the stick made of fine iron in his hand to support his exhausted body.

The dozen or so Shaolin disciples behind him also looked tired, and they no longer looked like monks who were calm and calm about everything.

Huijue turned to look at the scene in front of her, but she was also annoyed. There was no kindness and open-mindedness on her face, and she roared, “You guys, do you want to go back to Shaolin safely? If this matter becomes a big trouble, we people. It’s okay to be punished when I go back.”

“If this matter is known to the world, then the face of Shaolin Temple is really gone, but it is impossible for the master to forgive us!”

Now when I think of her 19-seeming abbot master who is kind and like a Buddha, Huijue is also trembling with fear in her heart, and a chill unnaturally emerges from the soles of her feet.

Huitong looked helpless and said, “Big brother, now you have entered this Wudang Mountain site, and the group of people who helped our capital at first did not want to come in this area.”

“It is said that the current ancestor of Wudang Mountain is the ancient martial artist, and has just been honored by the capital’s official title of exquisite title. After all, the ancient Wu family does not participate in complicated matters.”

When Hui Tong remembered that the group of guards who had helped them so well at the beginning, they were so angry that they said such things when they were leaving.

When is Wudang Mountain so powerful, and it is obvious that Shaolin Temple is the most powerful ancient martial art in the world, right?

Moreover, the strength of their master abbot has still become the Martial Master Realm, surpassing the realm of mortals early.

Actually, he still can’t get the respect and recognition of the capital government. Why can this unremarkable Wudang ancestor Zhang Changsheng get such a superb title that the capital government has to respect.

And now the most important thing is that the beast who hides the great secret of Shaolin has entered the Wudang Mountain range.

This is also the time for these Shaolin disciples to ride a tiger. Let’s go in and search for them. I am afraid that Wudang Mountain will not be happy.

If you don’t look for the beast, I’m afraid that you won’t be able to avoid the pain of a meal if you go back, and there is also the problem that Shaolin might lose his face.

Huijue gritted his teeth and added a cracked mouth with a sullen expression, “Whether it is Wudang Mountain or Zhang Changsheng, let’s go in to find our Shaolin spirit beast, and take care of them about Wudang Mountain.”

“What’s more, what old ancestor, don’t you sell my Shaolin abbot a face? I feel wronged if they don’t come out to entertain us well!”

Immediately, Hui Jue, as a major Shaolin disciple, did nothing and did nothing, and directly greeted himself that a group of Shaolin disciples had entered the forest of Wudang Mountain.

Through the flowing stream, look for the trail of the beast that Damn it escaped.

Located at the foot of Wudang Mountain, in a clear stream, a wave of water ripples suddenly appeared on the surface of the river that was originally blocked by lotus leaves.

“Goooooooooooooooooo…”

A sound of bubbles on the water surface sounded.

Accompanied by this sound, even under the scorching sun, a weird fish with huge golden and red scales braved the transparent golden and red rays of its body to jump up from the water.

This mountain stream is a place off the beaten track. Its mountain roads are rugged and there are a lot of wild creatures and poisonous insects wantonly.

As a result, no outsider dared to enter the forest on the side of Wudang Mountain.

This golden-red glowing strange fish is more than three meters in size, if you count its huge tail with golden, white, and red colors.

I am afraid that the size of this weird fish is more than five meters long, and it is already a fish that cannot be considered by common sense.

And this big fish seemed to be spiritual, with eyes full of wisdom, staring at the top of Wudang Mountain.

Then, under incredible circumstances, he moved further away from the stream and climbed directly on the mountain of dry soil and rocks.

The fish’s tail seemed to be missing a large piece, still infiltrating with red blood.

But judging from this wound, it is not a new wound, but an old wound.

The different fish’s soft belly fins carried a sense of strength, and they moved quickly toward the earth and rocky ground step by step.

And its goal seems to be this Wudang Mountain at the beginning, those huge and transparent fish eyes with human nature, moving towards the top of Wudang Mountain.

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Even at this twenties, Shen Mubai was a bit cautious in the dining hall of all Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain.

Although this canteen is not very big and can only accommodate hundreds of people, it is still a good environment.

Hundreds of Taoist priests had a meal together, and no one made any noise or noise. It seemed that they had always been so aware of the rules.

Instead of saying that Shen Mubai went up the mountain today, what about the Wudang Taoist priests going to pretend.

Looking at the simple four dishes and one soup on the wooden table, they are all light home-cooked dishes. The only difference between Shen Mubai’s table is that there is an extra braised elbow and a pot of good wine.

At this time, Shen Mubai also knew what Wudang Patriarch, who was leisurely tasting his elbows and drinking fine wine in front of him, liked.

But in line with the rule of not saying anything, Shen Mubai and Qin Yin sat on one side and did not say anything, but silently abide by this rule.

A rule that has been set since ancient times in our country, and no matter how the times change in Wudang Mountain, no one has changed it, and no one has surpassed it.

But Wang Ye’s cell phone rang suddenly in this quiet cafeteria.

Originally, Wang Ye planned to turn it off. After all, there was nothing important. He didn’t want to disturb the ancestor Zhang Changsheng eating.

But when he saw the name of the contact on the phone, Wang Ye, who hadn’t talked a few words, quickly hung up the phone, and Wang Ye’s face suddenly changed.

Then he got up from his own table and quickly walked to Zhang Changsheng’s side.

Wang Ye attached one hand to the corner of his mouth, with a hint of surprise and anger on his face, whispered to Zhang Changsheng, “It’s not good old Patriarch. I don’t know what the wind is in the Shaolin Temple, which is more than 800 kilometers away from Wudang Mountain. At the foot of the Wudang Mountain, I have entered the gate.”

“The two juniors who were in charge of guarding the gate have been injured by Shaolin people!”

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