Zhu Tian: Starting from the Laughing Proud Yue Buqun

Chapter 74: Fang Sheng, the old bald donkey, we meet again
The mountain wind was howling, and the night wind was like a cold knife blade that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Three young monks were walking on the path leading to Shengguan Peak. The road was rugged and difficult to see clearly as it was getting dark.

This caused the three young monks to suffer from the thorns.

"Master Fang Sheng is really something, I don't know what he's worrying about.

The abbot and many of the Fang generation's uncles and uncles, along with so many elite members of the Arhat Hall, are they unable to suppress a mere Huashan Sect leader?"

"Yes, I think Uncle Fang Sheng was seriously injured not only physically but also mentally by the Huashan Sect leader."

"How powerful is our Shaolin? In the martial arts world today, other than Wudang, no one can be compared with us. Other sects are never taken seriously.

Uncle Fangsheng has truly brought shame to Shaolin this time."

Three young monks were walking on the road, feeling somewhat unhappy about being sent to investigate the situation.

Moreover, they all disdain each other's worries.

As a disciple of Shaolin, the leader of the martial arts world, he was naturally arrogant and did not believe that the leader of the small Huashan Sect could withstand the siege of so many monks in Shaolin Temple.

"I think that Yue Buqun won't be able to withstand the Arhat Demon Subduing Formation for even a cup of tea before being suppressed."

"He's probably kneeling down right now, confessing his sins!"

"Hehe, that's right, that must be the case."

The three young monks shook their heads, their faces full of sneers.

boom!
The next moment, the little monk in the front seemed to hit a wall and was knocked back into the two monks behind him.

All three fell to the ground.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

"what happened?!"

"How did you lead the way?"

The three of them cried out in pain, and the two behind them were cursing and blaming the young monk in the front. The next moment, they finally discovered that there was a tall and straight figure in front of them.

Because it was too dark, it was difficult to see the specific appearance and figure.

But as the figure gradually approached, they discovered that behind the tall figure, there was a petite figure.

“Who…who are you?!”

The three young monks looked slightly horrified. They felt that the two figures that appeared out of nowhere were so frightening and mysterious that they seemed like ghosts and gods.

A tall figure stepped forward, and with the help of the moonlight, they finally saw the face of the person who came.

An extremely young and handsome face, eyes as dazzling and bright as the sun, wearing a yin-yang Taoist robe.

Buzz!
The three young monks' brains were buzzing at this moment.

So young!

Yin-Yang Taoist robe!

Such an image!

Isn't this the leader of the Huashan Sect?!
How would it appear here? !
The three of them were horrified. Xu Qing's appearance and image had already spread throughout the martial arts world. After Fang Sheng was seriously injured by him, the entire Shaolin also knew of Xu Qing's image.

They had also seen Xu Qing's portrait, which was a person as majestic and domineering as the one before them!
"Yue...Yue Buqun?!"

"How could you... appear here?!"

"This is impossible!"

The three monks were extremely horrified, their voices trembling, and their hearts filled with great terror.

Xu Qing waved his hand, and his soft sleeves, wrapped in true energy and strength, were like a fierce slash, cutting the three young monks in half.

Just before the three young monks lost consciousness, they gradually heard a deep voice coming from Xu Qing's mouth:

"Go down and ask your abbot; he will be happy to tell you all the answers."

As the voice fell, the bodies of the three young monks fell beside the path, their eyes wide open, their faces filled with fear and they died.

"It seems that Shaolin Temple has noticed something is wrong."

Ning Zhongze walked out from behind Xu Qing, which could be inferred from the words of the three little monks.

"It doesn't matter. After tonight, the Shaolin Temple in Songshan will no longer exist!"

Xu Qing smiled, passed by the three young monks who were no longer breathing, and walked towards Shaoshi Mountain.

Ning Zhongze nodded, his heart unmoved by the deaths of the three young monks. He could only blame them on the fact that they were Shaolin monks.

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The gate of Shaolin Temple was wide open, and two monks stood quietly in front of the gate like two door gods, guarding the gate.

"Uncle Fangsheng, please slow down."

At this time, Fang Sheng came to the mountain gate with the help of the little monk who took care of him.

The two monks heard the noise and turned around. Seeing that it was Fang Sheng, they clasped their hands together and bowed.

"Greetings, Uncle Master Fang Sheng!"

Fang Sheng frowned, feeling uneasy. He just nodded slowly, his eyes following the candlelight in front of the mountain gate and looking forward without saying a word.

The two monks looked at each other, somewhat puzzled as to why Fang Sheng suddenly came here instead of lying down to rest.

At this time, the young monk who was supporting Fang Sheng noticed the monk's doubts, and smiled bitterly and whispered:
"Two senior brothers, Senior Uncle Fang Sheng is a little worried about the abbot and the others who are heading to Shengguan Peak to subdue the demons, so he wanted to wait at the door."

After saying this, the little monk also felt that Fang Sheng was worrying too much.

This time, the demon-suppressing team has such a strong lineup, how could they fail?
This shows too much lack of trust in the ability of the abbot and others.

Could it be true, as others have said, that Uncle Fang Sheng was injured not only physically but also mentally?

The two monks were helpless when they heard this and wanted to persuade him, but at this moment, Fang Sheng suddenly shook his body, broke free from the little monk's support, and took a few steps forward.

"Uncle Master Fang Sheng?!"

The young monk was shocked, and the two monks were also stunned.

Fang Sheng said nothing, but his eyes were wide open, staring at the road leading to the mountain gate.

There seemed to be two figures coming in the dark road.

“That’s…?!”

The young monk and the warrior monk also followed Fang Sheng's gaze and noticed someone coming.

Fang Sheng stared at the front intently, his heart beating uncontrollably, and an inexplicable fear surged out of him.

Soon, he felt a familiar aura!

"It's...it's you!"

“How…How is it possible…!!!”

Fang Sheng's body couldn't stop shaking, his expression suddenly changed, his skinny and old face was filled with shock, grief, distortion and collapse.

"Uncle Master Fang Sheng?!"

"What’s wrong with you?!"

The young monk hurriedly stepped forward to support Fang Sheng, fearing that his injuries would relapse and he would fall to the ground.

Fang Sheng's eyes were red, and he didn't reply to the little monk. Instead, he roared at the two figures approaching the Shaolin Temple gate:

“How could it be you!!!”

Under the cold moonlight, Xu Qing and Ning Zhongze's steps seemed slow but were actually fast, and they suddenly passed the distance of dozens of feet.

"This is…!"

The young monk and the two martial monks finally saw who was coming. They were greatly shocked and their eyes widened, as if they had seen the most terrifying scene in the world.

Xu Qing saw the familiar figure in front of the Shaolin Temple gate and suddenly laughed:

"Old bald donkey Fang Sheng, we meet again."

"How could it be... Yue Buqun!!!"

The young monk and the two martial monks were extremely shocked. They recognized the person and found that it was the leader of the Huashan Sect who the abbot and other senior monks were going to subdue the demon and suppress it.

But why is the other party here? !

And seems to be unharmed!

This...how is this possible!

Shouldn't he have been suppressed by the abbot?
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