Mistress, I am a real gentleman

The magic respects Lou's reputation.

Like locusts entering the rivers and lakes, they spread rapidly.

"Good guy, this Demon Zunzunlou dared to kill people from Nan Shaolin!"

"I heard that Northern Shaolin also announced that it will capture Mo Zunlou and let him repent in Shaolin Temple for a hundred years."

"Hundred years? Everyone in a hundred years is dead, so it's better to kill him with one knife."

"What do you know, Shaolin said it was compassionate, but in fact, it also broke his will, a hundred years, how many hundred years are there in a life?"

"Don't die! How dare you say these words!"

"Anyway, I heard that the Demon Zunlou is only a young man, but he is very powerful. I don't know where he is hiding now."

……

Lin Pingzhi didn't hide anywhere.

He just casually killed a monk and buried him in the wild.

Immediately afterwards, he changed into his appearance and mixed into Nan Shaolin.

His purpose is to find the marrow washing sutra.

But now where the Marrow Washing Sutra is placed, he doesn't even know.

So he had to be more careful, pretending to come in to investigate.

Walking in Shaolin Temple, Lin Pingzhi was vigilant about his surroundings.

He is not very familiar with the environment in Shaolin Temple.

Just as he was walking with his head down, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Stop kindness, stop kindness! I tell you to stop kindness!"

Lin Pingzhi thought for a while, are you calling me?

"Huh? Brother, did you call me?"

He hastily turned his head to look at the monk who had just called out to stop being good.

The monk froze for a moment.

"Zhiyan, I didn't call you."

Lin Pingzhi was embarrassed.

"Brother Zhishui, did you call me?"

At this time a monk ran over.

He is the real samadhi.

Those who call Zhishan are called Zhishui.

Lin Pingzhi also knew that the monk he was pretending to be was called Zhiyan.

"What's the matter with you two? Why are you in a daze all the time?"

Zhishui asked with anger on his face.

Lin Pingzhi just lowered his head and said nothing.

Zhishan looked at Zhishui resentfully.

"Senior Brother Zhishui, I'm afraid that the Demon Zun Zunlou will sneak into Shaolin Temple."

As he spoke, he started shaking all over.

Lin Pingzhi didn't expect that his reputation would be so great.

It can actually make the monks in Shaolin Temple tremble with fright.

Zhishui froze for a moment, then patted Zhishan's head.

"What are you thinking! This is Shaolin Temple, how dare the Demon Zunlou come here! Are you here to die?"

Zhishui scolded.

Zhishan nodded repeatedly.

"What the senior brother said is true, what the senior brother said is true."

Shisui seemed a little impatient.

"Okay, you two go to Master Xuanku and ask him if he has any orders."

Lin Pingzhi thought for a while.

Xuan bitter.

It's Qiao Feng's master.

He is not dead yet.

But he froze for a moment.

Why is Xuan Ku in Southern Shaolin?

He always thought that Xuan Ku was in Northern Shaolin.

So they racked their brains to lure Qiao Feng to South Shaolin.

Thinking about it now, aren't Xuannan Xuanbei and the others Xuanku's juniors!

Lin Pingzhi felt that he had made a big mistake.

When Zhishan heard Zhishui's words, he saluted quickly.

"Yes, brother."

Seeing that Lin Pingzhi didn't respond, Zhishui shouted at Lin Pingzhi with some dissatisfaction.

"Zhishui, why are you in a daze!"

Lin Pingzhi didn't react, he was still thinking about Xuanku.

He felt that he would not be so unlucky.

Just happened to meet Xiao Yuanshan, right?

Seeing that Lin Pingzhi didn't speak, Zhishan worried that Zhishui would beat him.

"Brother Zhiyan, brother Zhishui asked you something." Zhishan patted Lin Pingzhi lightly.

"Oh, okay, Brother Zhishui, don't worry."

Lin Pingzhi said quickly.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi's respectful attitude, Zhishui stopped fighting.

"Okay, you guys go quickly."

After saying that, he left.

Seeing Zhishui leaving, Lin Pingzhi couldn't help looking at Zhishan.

Zhishan's scalp tingles when Lin Pingzhi looked at him.

"Brother Zhiyan, why do you keep looking at me..." Zhishan resentfully said.

Lin Pingzhi had a faint smile on his face.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I'll ask you a question." Lin Pingzhi smiled.

Zhi Shan nodded in a daze.

"Brother Zhiyan, you ask."

"What happened to Master Xuanku?" Lin Pingzhi asked.

Zhishan looked at Lin Pingzhi, as if looking at a mentally handicapped person.

"Brother Zhishui, have you forgotten? Uncle Xuanku suffered from an old injury, and now he needs someone to take care of him." Zhishan looked at Lin Pingzhi and said.

"Then hurry up and lead the way!"

Lin Pingzhi slapped Zhishan on the head suddenly.

Stop kindness and suffer pain, but dare not fight back.

Who made Lin Pingzhi pretend to be his senior brother now?

"Understood, Senior Brother Zhiyan, why are you hitting me on the head just like Senior Brother Zhishui?"

Zhishan rubbed his head aggrievedly and led the way.

Lin Pingzhi didn't speak.

He didn't know the way to Shaolin Temple.

Someone must lead the way.

Besides, Zhishan looks so easy to bully, so he can only be bullied.

Lin Pingzhi followed Zhishan to a room.

Zhishan was about to knock on the door, but Lin Pingzhi stopped him immediately.

Because he heard the sound of fighting inside.

"Qiao Feng! I shouldn't have taught you martial arts!"

A weak voice came from inside.

Hearing the words, Zhishan was shocked.

He suddenly pushed open the door, but saw a big man slapping Xuan Ku's chest.

Xuan Ku was suddenly sent flying.

"Uncle Xuanku!"

Zhishan shouted hastily.

Lin Pingzhi looked at the big man who injured Xuanku.

Seeing his appearance, he was indeed the same as Qiao Feng.

It seems that he is Qiao Feng's father, Xiao Yuanshan!

"Humph!"

Xiao Yuanshan let out a cold snort, and went directly to the outside of the house.

Lin Pingzhi deliberately stopped him.

But he was afraid of revealing his identity.

Think about it or forget it.

He also followed Zhishan to Xuanku's side.

Xuan Ku glanced at Zhi Shan, there seemed to be deep meaning in his eyes.

Lin Pingzhi didn't pay attention either.

He just learned to be kind and kept crying.

"Uncle Xuanku, are you alright?" Lin Pingzhi shouted.

With the support of Lin Pingzhi and Zhishan, Xuan Ku continued to sit cross-legged.

"Zhishan, you go and call the abbot and the others."

Xuan Ku said softly.

Hearing Xuan Ku's words, Zhi Shan wiped away his tears and ran to find the abbot and the others.

Lin Pingzhi was at a loss, waiting here for Qiao Feng to come?

He doesn't want to do that.

"Your Majesty pretending to be my Shaolin disciple, what's your business?"

Xuan Ku looked at Lin Pingzhi and asked.

Lin Pingzhi didn't expect Xuan Ku to see that he was pretending.

"Dare to ask Master, how do you know that I am not Zhiyan?" Lin Pingzhi asked doubtfully.

Xuan Ku had a wry smile on his face.

"Zhiyan has always been by my side, and I am extremely familiar with his every move." Xuanku said, and he looked at Lin Pingzhi weakly, "Presumably, Zhiyan has been poisoned by you, right?"

Lin Pingzhi did not deny it.

"To tell you the truth, Master, it is true." Lin Pingzhi replied honestly.

Xuan bitterly showed bitterness.

"It's really troublesome." Xuan Ku said with emotion, "Maybe this is fate, Your Excellency, make a move."

Xuan Ku looked at Lin Pingzhi resolutely.

Lin Pingzhi looked at Xuan Ku in puzzlement.

"You have been seriously injured. If you fight with me again, even the gods will not be able to save you."

Xuan Ku didn't speak, he clenched his fists tightly.

It is Shaolin Arhat Fist!