Chapter 301 Shaolin, ah Shaolin!

At the foot of Mount Song, Deng Bagong was awakened from his sleep by his personal guards.

He roared angrily, "Friend De, if you can't tell me something, I will chop you down tonight!"

"Master."

"Don't try to get close to me!"

"Shaolin Temple seems to be on fire."

"If Shaolin Temple is on fire, then it's on fire!"

Deng Bagong was stunned, and looked at his good disciple Sun Deyou with surprise, "Are you sure that the Shaolin Temple is on fire?"

Sun Deyou nodded and said, "It's almost certain. Our night patrol brothers reported it when they came back."

"What are we waiting for? Get some help, and go put out the fire!" Deng Baguo excitedly buttoned up his clothes, picked up his sword and rushed out.

Unfortunately, it was late at night and most of the soldiers of Songshan Guard had gone to sleep. Deng Bagong selected two hundred people and rushed towards Shaolin Temple with torches.

When we reached the stone archway, we could already see the flames burning in the Shaolin Temple.

"Hey, Shaolin! Oh, Shaolin!" Deng Baguo felt that he could no longer suppress the smile, so he led two hundred men from Songshan Guard and ran towards Shaolin Temple.

At the same time, I couldn't help but sigh that the wind tonight was not noisy enough!

At this moment in the Shaolin Temple, Master Fangzheng found a new cassock and put on it. More than sixty of the three hundred men in black were killed or injured, nearly a hundred were captured alive, and only more than a hundred actually escaped.

However, among the three leaders, only Tong Baixiong and Zhang Fang were captured. Dong Qianfeng injured Monk Fang Ping and successfully withdrew.

The fire was still burning. Fortunately, the monks of Luohan Hall practiced basic skills by carrying water on a daily basis and were very familiar with the mountain road between the temple and the river.

They gathered quickly, picked up buckets, ladles and other available tools, and rushed to Shaoxi River against the clock.

Under the moonlight, their figures shuttled through the mountains and forests like tireless worker ants. The river water was transported back to Shaolin Temple bucket by bucket and scoop by scoop, and then accurately poured into the raging sea of ​​fire.

When Deng Bagong arrived with two hundred soldiers, the Heavenly King Hall and Xilai Hall of Shaolin Temple had already been burned down, but the fire was under control and did not spread to Ciyu Hall and the Bell Tower and Drum Tower.

Upon seeing this, Deng Bagong immediately found Master Fangzheng, bowed and said, "Master, we Songshan Guards saw the Shaolin Temple on fire and immediately rushed over to support! If you need any help, just let us know. I see that the fire is spreading to the Sutra Library, so we are willing to step forward and defend the Sutra Library to the death to ensure its safety!"

"Amitabha."

Master Fang Zheng clasped his hands together in return and said calmly, "Captain Deng is so kind, and the whole Shaolin Temple is grateful. However, Shaolin has been prepared to deal with unexpected events since ancient times. The fire has been brought under control, and the Sutra Library has been given special protection. There is no major problem for the time being, so I will not bother you, Captain Deng."

"Really not going to use it?" Deng Bagong asked unwillingly.

"Monks do not tell lies, there is really no need for that." Master Fangzheng spoke gently but firmly.

"In that case, we will help Shaolin clean up the mess." Deng Bagong saw this and didn't want to force it. He then asked, "Who did Shaolin offend? How dare they come here to cause trouble so boldly?"

Master Fang Zheng looked at the joy in his eyes and was speechless for a while before he said, "May I ask if you are asking this in the capacity of the Songshan Sect or the Songshan Guards?"

"Is there any difference?"

"Songshan Sect is a friendly neighbor of Shaolin Temple. Songshan Guard has no connection with Shaolin. Shaolin's affairs will be handled by Shaolin itself."

Deng Bagong knew that the old monk was angry, and he didn't want to offend him, so he explained: "Master, you misunderstood. I didn't mean any harm. I just felt deeply concerned about what happened to Shaolin Temple, so I dared to ask. Whether it's the Songshan Sect or the Songshan Guard, I have the same concern for Shaolin Temple!"

Upon hearing this, Master Fang Zheng's expression softened a little, but he did not intend to tell Deng Bagong the truth.

He sighed lightly and said slowly: "Donor Deng's words make sense. Shaolin Temple and Songshan Sect have been supporting each other for many years and jointly maintaining peace. I am going to conduct a thorough investigation into the fire that happened in Shaolin Temple this time. At present, I don't know who is responsible."

At this point, Master Fang Zheng's tone became a little heavy: "The grudges and hatreds in the martial arts world are complicated. Although Shaolin Temple strives to retreat from the world and practice, it is inevitable to be involved in it. This fire may have been caused by some old grudges, or perhaps someone intended to destroy the stability of the martial arts world and put the blame on Shaolin Temple."

This time it was Deng Bagong's turn to be speechless. As expected of Master Fang Zheng, it seemed that he had answered, but upon closer thought, what he said was all nonsense.

But Deng Baguo also realized that his skills were still too shallow and he was no match for this old fox.

So, he simply laughed it off and asked the soldiers of Songshan Guard to help carry some things and do some small things within their ability, and then take the opportunity to gather some information. He didn't believe that everyone in Shaolin Temple could keep their mouths shut.

When the first rays of dawn appeared in the sky, the fire in the Shaolin Temple was finally completely extinguished, leaving behind a piece of scorched earth and broken walls.

After half a night of hard work, the monks were already exhausted, their clothes were soaked with sweat, and their faces were blackened by the ashes.

Even so, they did not relax at all. They all sat cross-legged in meditation, recovering their strength while practicing Qi.

When Deng Baguo saw this scene, he felt a little admiration in his heart. No wonder Shaolin had stood tall in the martial arts world for a hundred years. This state of mind was not something that ordinary martial arts sects could possess.

After having breakfast in Shaolin, Deng Bagong led his soldiers back.

However, after leaving Shaolin Temple, Sun Deyou came over and whispered, "Master, I saw Shaolin Temple capture a lot of men in black last night, and heard a few monks talking about 'Donor Tong' and 'Devil Cult', but after they noticed our people eavesdropping, they rarely talked about it."

"Child Demon Cult"

Deng Bagong pondered for a while, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind. He said, "Among the Demon Cult, the only expert with the surname Tong is Tong Baixiong from the Wind and Thunder Hall! Could it be that the Demon Cult attacked Shaolin last night? But why did the Demon Cult do this? Apart from losing some face and burning down two buildings, Shaolin didn't suffer much loss!"

Sun Deyou stood aside, also puzzled.

In recent months, as Ren Woxing has become more and more domineering, the Demon Cult is almost split into two factions. How could they still have the mind to provoke Shaolin?
"Forget it, if you can't figure it out, just stop thinking about it!"

Deng Bagong said to his disciple, "Hurry up and go to Luoyang to inform the headmaster and tell him what happened. Tell him as much as you can along the way. Make sure everyone in the martial arts world knows that Shaolin was attacked by the Demon Cult."

"Yes!" Sun Deyou responded, and without even taking a rest, he turned around and left.

(End of this chapter)