While Chu Lingyun and the beauties around him were enjoying wine under the moon and talking about love, Shaolin Temple far south was filled with sorrow and silence.

Yan Zheng's body and the eighteen seriously injured Arhats have returned to Shaolin overnight.

At this time, in the martial arts hall of the Precepts Academy, the eighteen Arhats stood on top with pale faces as snow.

Not far ahead of them, an ice coffin exuded a scent of coldness.

The person inside was not someone else, but the elder of the Precepts Academy and the Great Monk Yonghui.

"Yonghui, don't worry! Yan Zheng and you will not die in vain. I must make Chu Lingyun pay a heavy price."

In front of the ice coffin, Yongyi, the head of the precepts courtyard, held the ice coffin with his hands, stared at Yonghui inside with a pair of glaring eyes, and said gritting his teeth.

"Cough cough... Master, please feel sorry." Yan Jue coughed out a trace of black blood heavily and stepped forward and comforted quietly.

"Sad to mourn? Do you want me to mourn?!" Yongyi's eyes were filled with a raging fire, as if he was about to swallow everything he saw, and his voice was so cold that it was shocking.

Yan Jue and others were shocked by his eyes, and they couldn't help but avoid his gaze. They didn't dare to take a breath, for fear of angering him.

"Amitabha, junior brother, you are attached to the image."

And at this moment, a thick and powerful voice sounded from the door of the Discipline Court, instantly relaxing the originally suppressed air, and many people breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that it was the abbot of Shaolin Temple who came.

Immediately afterwards, three old monks wearing red robes and talismans on their heads walked in.

"The Eighteen Arhats have met the abbot and two uncles."

After seeing the visitor, the eighteen Arhats put their hands together and bowed respectfully to them, shouting in unison.

The three monks who slowly walked over, the head of the monks had kind eyes, nine talismans on their heads, and their long white eyebrows were hanging down from the corners of their eyes.

On the old face, a pair of wise eyes seemed to be able to see through everything and point directly into the heart.

The old monk on both sides of him was about the same age as him, about ninety years old, and there were six papas on his head.

The three of them seemed to be walking slowly, but after the soles of their feet fell, they were three feet away. It can be seen that their cultivation is so high that they have reached a shocking level.

After seeing the monk with long eyebrows, Yongyi immediately stepped forward and bowed, and then said angrily: "Senior brother, you must make the decision for my precepts. Yan Zheng and Yonghui must not die in vain."

"Amitabha!" The monk Changmei gave a bow, glanced at the eighteen arhats with pale faces, and his long eyebrows trembled slightly, "Junior brother, don't be impatient, I'm still waiting for me to find out the reason for this."

Monk Changmei is no one else, but is the current Shaolin abbot Yongshan.

When he learned that the Eighteen Arhats and Yonghui were sent back, he rushed over.

"Senior brother, I understand the matter very well. Chu Lingyun relies on the support of the Nangong family and the Long family. If he doesn't take our Shaolin seriously, he must die." Yongyi gritted his teeth fiercely, stared at his red eyes, and said indignantly.

Abbot Yongshan waved his hand gently, moved his eyes away from Yongyi's body, and asked at the Eighteen Arhats: "Yanjue, why have you been so seriously injured? You told me the matter of this trip to the imperial capital in its entirety, and there should be no false words."

"Yes, abbot!" Yan Jue quickly clasped his hands together and responded respectfully.

Then, he told them in detail about their trip to the imperial capital in detail, and indeed he did not dare to hide or exaggerate them at all.

Through his story, Abbot Yongshan finally understood the cause and effect of the matter.

They first went to Baiyun Villa. In order to force Lu Yu to surrender, Yonghui not only injured Lu Yu's subordinates, but also killed Huang Lei with one palm.

I originally wanted to wait for Chu Lingyun to visit Lu Yu when he came to Baiyun Villa to visit him alone, and took the opportunity to avoid several big families and bring him back, but I didn't expect to meet Nangong Wushi.

And that day, Yonghui and Chu Lingyun made a three-day appointment.

The third day of duel followed. As for Yonghui's trip to the Eastern Family, the Eighteen Arhats didn't know at all, so they didn't mention it.

However, when he talked about the eighteen golden body arhat formation being broken by Chu Lingyun, except for the abbot, the expressions on Yongyi and the other two old monks changed.

Yongyi looked at Yan Jue with a burning gaze and asked in a deep voice: "Did Chu Lingyun use his powerful strength to forcibly break the formation?"

Yan Jue shook his head bitterly: "No, the cultivation level he showed at that time was only 4 stars in the extreme realm. He seemed to have found the weakness of our formation, and thus broke our formation in three moves, seriously injuring us."

"How is this possible?! It is impossible and absolutely impossible! Since ancient times, there are only a handful of people who have found the weaknesses of the formation to break it. How could he do it? How could he do it?!"

Yongyi shook his head in disbelief, as if he was in a state of hysteria, and kept saying.

At this time, Abbot Yongshan couldn't help but ask, "So is he injured?"

Yan Jue shook his head, and a look of horror appeared on his face: "No, he seems to be practicing a powerful body refining technique, and I can even feel that his body is much stronger than our Golden Bell Cover."

Hearing this, the two old monks who accompanied Yongshan exchanged their eyes with each other. The person on the left chanted the Buddha's name and spoke to him:

"Senior brother, it seems that Chu Lingyun is not simple. If he has such combat power at such an age, he is probably a top genius."

The old monk who spoke was the head of the Luohan Hall, the great monk Yongzhen.

The head of the Taoist Academy, the great monk Yongning couldn't help but say, "Senior brother, since Chu Lingyun is facing such a monster, he must do his best to eliminate it, otherwise there will be endless troubles."

Abbot Yongshan nodded calmly, then asked: "Yanjue, what exactly is Yonghui? He died at the hands of others?"

Yan Jue lowered his head and said, "That day, his uncle and Chu Lingyun were in serious injury when he was cut off his legs, and then Lu Yu took action to kill him."

Before the abbot Yongshan could speak, Yongyi's eyes were almost spitting out of fire.

He only heard him roaring angrily: "What a Lu Yu, you dare to betray our Shaolin. Did he eat the courage of Xiong Xin and Leopard?! Senior brother of the sect, we must clear the door, otherwise it will be difficult to intimidate the warriors in the world."

At this moment, Yongyi was trembling all over, his fists were pulling together tightly, making a sound of a princess.

At this moment, he wanted to go to the imperial capital immediately and kill Chu Lingyun and Lu Yu in his palms, so that he could relieve the hatred in his heart.
Chapter completed!