Chapter 408

A moment later, led by the little monk, Abbot Kongwen arrived at the back mountain nervously.

This is the forbidden area of Shaolin Temple, a place where ordinary disciples must never enter, not because there are any secrets or taboos here, but simply because the three uncles are practicing here.

Although Buddhists have always been compassionate and save all living beings, these three uncles have very strange tempers, even more domineering than ordinary Jianghu martial artists.

Ordinary disciples, as long as they disturb their cultivation, will be injured at best, or have their hands and feet broken on the spot and expelled from Shaolin at worst.

It is precisely because of this that the back mountain of the Great Ming Jianghu has been the forbidden area of Shaolin Temple for the past twenty years.

Even if the Abbot comes, he needs the disciple to report in advance.

Thinking of this, Kongwen felt an indescribable tension in his heart!

Soon,

The two arrived in front of an open field.

Looking around, in the east, south, north, and west directions of the field, there was a huge stone statue in each direction.

On the stone statues sat a withered old monk. The three old monks looked very old, their whole bodies like withered branches in winter, seemingly easy to break.

Their skin was dark and dull, like the sequelae of decades of malnutrition, their eye sockets were sunken, their skin and flesh were lusterless. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of their chests, they would have been treated as corpses long ago.

Because they had been practicing for many years, the three had not left seclusion. Looking at them now, the clothes on the three had already decayed by more than half, and the coarse cloth monk robes were draped in front of them, with cloth strips fluttering in the wind.

The three people in front of them looked strange no matter how you looked at them.

In short, these are not three corpses!

Seeing this, Abbot Kongwen stepped forward and said respectfully:

"Disciple Kongwen, come to disturb the three uncles, really have something to ask."

After hearing Kongwen's words, one of the withered old men slowly opened his eyes.

He didn't speak, but just a movement of his eyes, and an inexplicable sound came from the surrounding air.

"What exactly is the matter?"

"Disturbing the three of us in our cultivation!"

The old man's tone was full of blame, seemingly very dissatisfied with Kongwen's sudden visit this time.

Seeing this, Abbot Kongwen didn't dare to hesitate and immediately told what had happened recently. In addition, he also added fuel to the fire about Miejue Shitai being injured.

In this situation, the little monk didn't dare to interrupt, so he had to let the Abbot continue.

If he angered the three ancestors, and the old man lowered punishment, it would not be something he could bear.

Then, just when the little monk thought the old ancestor was unhappy, a burst of laughter came to his ears.

"Good! Good! Really good!"

"The three of us haven't left the Jianghu for thirty years; I didn't expect that there would be such an expert in the Jianghu!"

"Forget it, since Emei said so, just to meet this expert, the three of us will naturally make a move!"

"There are thousands of martial arts in the world, but in the end, we still have to look at our Shaolin orthodoxy!" ===== CHAPTER 410 =====