City’s Peerless Immortal Doctor

Long Jingtian set out to come to Shaolin, in fact, he also meant to prevent Fang Bai's master and apprentice from sending him to death in vain.

Their grandfather and grandson arrived near Shaolin a day earlier and successfully tracked Fang Bai's master and apprentice.

When they saw the two of them running wildly with purely physical power without using any true essence, the Dragon Girl was puzzled, and Long Jingtian was also a little puzzled, but he would never think Fang Bai's master and apprentice would be boring to run casually. To the point, guess that should be some kind of cultivation method.

"Grandpa, do you want to stop them now?"

After tracking for a while, seeing Songshan where Shaolin is already in sight, Long Nu asked, turning her head.

Long Jingtian shook his head and said: "No! There is not much violence in the two of them, and maybe there will be no imaginary duel. As for me, I don't want to show up unless I have to!"

"I still hope they can fight..."

The Dragon Girl murmured.

"You girl, what good will they do to you?"

Long Jingtian said in a bad mood.

The Dragon Girl smiled and said: "The members of the'Dragon Guard' all said, Grandpa, you are the number one master in the world of ancient martial arts, and I want to see how grandpa you show off, but there is no chance! If they fight together , Grandpa is going to stop it, isn't this just an opportunity?"

Long Jingtian smiled and cursed: "You stinky girl, you know how to make a fool of yourself! What a master, that is speculated by others, I don't dare to be! The road to martial arts is endless. In this world, who dares to say that he has reached the pinnacle of martial arts? ,Invincible?"

"In my heart, Grandpa is number one! He is invincible in the world!"

"It's alright, don't flatter! Remember, after we dive into Shaolin, you'd better keep silent and watch silently. There are many masters in Shaolin. If you are not careful, you will be discovered by them. Then we will only I can show my face!"

"Know it!"

As the grandfather and grandson talked, they found that Fang Bai's master and disciple had arrived at the "welcoming pavilion" at the foot of Songshan.

The Yingke Pavilion is a small pavilion set up at the foot of the mountain by Shaolin Zhike Hall, which specializes in dealing with some incidents in Shaolin and the outside world.

For example, warriors from the ancient martial arts world often come to Shaolin to challenge them, wanting to become famous in the first battle. When encountering such things, Shaolin will usually send a scholar to the welcoming pavilion under the mountain to deal with it.

In the welcoming living room, there will be two monks on duty every day.

When Fang Bai and Guishou arrived at the welcoming pavilion, what they saw was an old and one young and two general notice guest monks sitting upright in the pavilion.

"Two donors, what's the matter?"

Seeing Fang Bai and Guishou walking into the welcoming pavilion, the two Zhike monks hurriedly got up, and the old Zhike monk joined together and asked respectfully.

"You tell the old monk Jueren, that the disciple Guishou from Wanyao Valley came to Shaolin to settle a grievance!"

Guishou said coldly.

Seeing the ghost hand suddenly showed a fierce look and murderous aura, the two knowledgeable monks couldn't help but hit a spirit.

"Donor, please wait..."

The old Zhike monk thought of the abbot's previous instructions, and immediately gave the young Zhike monk a wink.

Without saying a word, the young Zhike Seng spread his legs and ran up the mountain like crazy.

After the Yanyu Tower and Qingcheng Temple incident happened one after another, Shaolin also heard the news, so Abbot Jueren repeatedly told the wise guest monk who was on duty to report to the mountain as soon as he saw two young people appearing under the mountain, without delay.

Fang Bai and Guishou came to Shaolin this time to ask for justice in a frank and fair manner, so they were not in a hurry. Seeing the young scholar-visiting monk going up the mountain, the two sat down in the pavilion and waited patiently.

After a while, four middle-aged monks quickly descended the mountain road surrounded by a fat monk with big ears and a red face.

Looking at the physical fitness of the five monks, they are all monks with strong strength.

"One prefecture level elementary level, four profound levels consummated... Legend has it that Shaolin is the Taishan Beidou and one of the best ancient Wuzongs in the ancient martial arts world of China. Seeing it today, it really deserves its reputation!"

Fang Bai saw the five Shaolin monks descending from the mountain. The weakest was the Xuan-level Consummation, and there was actually a prefecture-level warrior. These alone were not comparable to Yanyu Tower and Qingcheng Temple.

According to rumors, Shaolin’s current abbot Jueren is a thin old monk of about 60 years old, holding a meditation stick, wearing a robes with a bright red background and bright gold thread, and the fat monk who is coming to the Yingke Pavilion and the rumored Shaolin abbot Jue Ren's image is quite different. Inferring from his strength, he should be an elder of Shaolin.

The fat monk flocked to the meeting pavilion surrounded by five middle-aged monks. After taking a look at Fang Bai and the ghost hand, he walked into the pavilion with a solemn expression, and said, "Dare to ask which donor is Wan Yaogu disciple ghost hand?"

"I am!"

The ghost hand stepped forward, his eyes glowing coldly, staring at the fat monk, and asked in a cold voice, "Are you Jueren?"

The fat monk said: "Old monk Jueming, now the elder of Zhiketang. The abbot brother is in retreat and it is inconvenient to go down the mountain. Please forgive me!"

Guishou sneered and said, "Retreat and practice? Haha, it's obviously a bad thing. You have no face to see people, right?"

"After the brother abbot knew that the donor was a disciple of Wanyaogu, he specially asked me to bring a sentence..."

Jue Ming greeted the hateful gaze of the ghost hand, and said in a solemn voice: "He said about Wanyao Valley. Although it was done by a small group of Shaolin monks without his knowledge, he was the abbot. Should be responsible for the ineffective supervision. He asked me to apologize to the donor on behalf of Shaolin, and at the same time return a Heaven-Rank Cultivation Technique copied from the Yanyulou to the donor..."

"Apologize... what a apology!"

The ghost hand watched Jue Ming put a transcribed Heavenly Step technique on the stone table of the Yingke Pavilion, laughed a few times up to the sky, and then angered his sight and said loudly: "I killed you monks and burned you all. Temple, and apologize to you, are you willing?"

"Amitabha!"

Jue Ming made a high-level announcement of the sound of Buddha, and said in a deep voice: "As far as I know, my Shaolin disciple withdrew from the Ten Thousand Medicine Valley incident and did not kill any of you..."

Guishou sternly questioned: "You are helping the monk to abuse. Although you did not kill, what is the difference with killing? You monks, who keep saying charity, secretly engage in murder and arson, don't you think this is blaspheming the Buddha? All should go to Abi Hell!"

After the ghost hand finished speaking, he walked to the stone table and grabbed the heavenly rank technique, the true essence penetrated into it, and then with a strong wave, a heavenly rank technique suddenly turned into confetti, and flew away with the wind.

For the martial artist of the secular world, the heavenly rank technique is a dream treasure. I didn’t expect that the ghost hand would ruin it without even looking at it. I couldn’t help but feel distressed and heard a few words from the ghost hand. Then, his face suddenly sank, and said: "Donor, the words are serious!"

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