I Signed in at Shaolin for Ten Thousand Years

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. The dharma ring was taken away by the demon head of Bodhidharma Cave, and the statue of Sakyamuni Buddha was almost smashed. But at the critical moment, it was suppressed by someone..." Fa Xing He recounted what he had seen before, the Shaolin Temple's calamity and robbery.

"Um."

The girl nodded, the smile on her face remained the same, but a complex and dignified expression gradually flashed in her eyes: "I didn't expect the legendary demon monk to really exist..."

That being the case, the "Blood Ancestor" probably really existed...

It seems that my choice is not wrong. If the plan of worshiping the blood religion is successful, it will shock the martial arts and make the world awe-inspiring!

Yes, this small village turned out to be the gathering point of the Blood Worship Cult.

Almost all the villagers have become puppets of the Blood Worship Cult!

I'm afraid no one would have thought that a small village, and a small village at the foot of the Shaolin Temple, would be the headquarters of the Blood Worship Cult!

Perhaps, this is the so-called "darkness under the lamp".

"However, since the demon monk exists, he has successfully captured a Shaolin disciple. It stands to reason that he should break through to the realm of a master within a short period of time. Then why, there are still people in the current Shaolin Temple who can Zhen Mie, who is that person?" The girl couldn't help being very puzzled.

"According to Abbot Xuanci, that man's name is Kongwen, and the abbot called him 'Uncle Kongwen Master'!" Faxing said.

"Uncle Kongwen Master..."

The girl frowned slightly: "Could it really be the legendary monk Kongwen? Buddhism is right."

"Deputy leader, I don't know what the legend about the old bald donkey is?" At this time, an old man next to him couldn't help asking.

"Yes. Deputy leader, you have seen a lot, and you should have a lot of knowledge about the secrets of Shaolin Temple, right?" Another middle-aged man in black robe also asked.

"Hmph, these things are just some illusory legends, Chen Zhima rotten millet, it's useless to talk about it, so don't mention it."

The girl snorted coldly, and said: "Besides, if my predictions are correct, the chaos in Shaolin Temple could never be that simple. It should be a play staged by someone in the name of Kong Wen!"

"Acting?" The old man frowned slightly, and said: "Could it be that Shaolin Temple deliberately released the news in order to lure us? Could it be that you exposed it?"

When the old man said the last sentence, he looked at Fa Xing with a cold light in his eyes, with killing intent.

Facing this murderous intent, Faxing showed no fear, and said lightly: "I can't expose it. I entered Shaolin twelve years ago, and only started to learn Shaolin martial arts two years later. For years, I have never learned the skills of your Blood Worship Sect. How could it be exposed?"

Yes, Dharma Xing is not a member of the Blood Worship Sect, nor has he ever learned the magic skills of the Blood Worship Sect. It is also because of this that he won the trust of Shaolin Temple.

This time, the Blood Worship Sect was able to see the opportunity, and Shaolin Temple also suspected that there was a secret informer in the temple, but in the end, it only blamed Fa Jie.

It can be said that Shaolin Temple will not doubt anyone if it suspects him.

"The Sakyamuni Seal of Shaolin Temple has indeed become weak, and Abbot Xuanci seems to be seriously injured. If this news is true, then this will be the best time for me to worship the Blood Sect. It may be able to resist the attack of my Blood Worship Cult." The old man said.

Immediately he looked at the girl: "Deputy leader, if this monk can be trusted, then we can't hesitate. If it's too late, there will be changes. Why don't we destroy Shaolin now and save the blood ancestor!"

"No, deputy leader, I think this matter is weird and important. Why don't you take action after the leader recovers from his injury." The middle-aged man in black robe next to him said cautiously.

The two looked at the girl together,

It seemed to be waiting for the woman in red to respond.

The girl picked up the blood tea on the table, took a sip, her delicate face showed a thoughtful expression, and after a while, she said: "The injury of the leader, although he recuperated fifty-seven years ago, is now tens of thousands of people. Blood sacrifice. But it will take at least two years for the injury to heal. If this thing is true, we can't wait that long."

"However, at this time, there are indeed some doubts that have not been resolved. Besides, if Shaolin Temple has an eminent monk who is at least at the level of a master, then even if the Sakyamuni seal is weakened, we may not be able to destroy Shaolin so easily." The girl said softly.

"Then... what should I do?"

"I have sent Guying to investigate the truth. What is the truth of the matter, when he comes back, then..." The girl was about to speak. But just then...

"Deputy leader, it's not good, Elder Guying is dead! Moreover, the death is strange, only half of the body is left!"

There was a sudden exclamation, and immediately, a Blood Worshiper broke into the secret room.

When the cultist broke in, the girl frowned slightly, her eyes flashed coldly, but after hearing what the cultist said, she couldn't help showing some surprise.

"What, Gu Ying is dead?" The old man was shocked: "Gu Ying has a congenital sixth-level realm, and his aptitude is extremely high, and he has practiced the magic skills I taught. How could he be intercepted so easily!? Could it be said that Shaolin Temple really Is there a master master sitting in the town?"

The middle-aged man in the black robe heard the words and said: "No, with the hypocrisy and righteousness of the bald donkeys in Shaolin Temple, even if they have the ability to kill Gu Ying, they will only capture him, and at most they will abolish their martial arts. How could it be so easy? kill, and there is only half of the body left..."

"Bring up Gu Ying's body," the girl said.

The believers quickly agreed, and then hurried to do it. After a while, half of the corpse appeared in front of everyone.

The wound on the corpse was slightly dark purple, and no blood flowed out, and it was unknown whether it had dried up or had solidified.

Seeing this deep purple, the girl's eyes flashed immediately.

"So fierce..." The old man frowned slightly: "And judging from the wound, it doesn't look like a Buddhist disciple shot, but there are some traces of Fang Xiandao."

"No, this wasn't done by Fang Xiandao, it's a magic art called 'Heaven and Earth Interaction Conquering Yin-Yang Great Compassion Fu'!" the girl said suddenly.

"Heaven and Earth Conquer Yin-Yang Great Compassion Fu!?"

As soon as this remark came out, the old man and the black-robed middle-aged man were shocked: "Is this true? But didn't the monk just say that the demon monk has been suppressed already!?"

Their eyes are on Dhamma.

Fa Xing also looked at the corpse carefully, clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, this injury is indeed similar to that suffered by Abbot and Uncle Xuankong."

After the legality was confirmed, the old man and the middle-aged man in black robe were terrified, and they didn't know what to do, they just looked at the girl.

But the young girl paused, and said: "It seems that my guess before was really good. The demon monk is not dead."

"It's not the demon monk who died, but it may soon be the so-called 'Kongwen Divine Monk'!!"

The girl uttered shocking words.