Chapter 303: The Divine Religion Does Not Need Trash

Inside the Shaolin Temple, after the monks had bandaged Tong Baixiong and Zhang Fang, they pressed their acupoints and transferred the two to the Chuzu Temple, where they were guarded by three senior monks of the Fang generation.

Unfortunately, no matter how many questions the Shaolin monks asked, the two men were like clay sculptures and refused to speak.

Shaolin Temple has a way to deal with this tough problem.

So, three more old monks with white beards were added to the guard post. They held wooden fish and gongs and chanted sutras in Chuzu Temple, from the Diamond Sutra to the Heart Sutra. They didn't care whether the two liked to listen or not. They just kept chanting.

As for the other men in black, the injured ones were fine and were being looked after by the Shaolin monks.

Those who were not injured were assigned to do work. For example, the burned Heavenly King Hall and Xilai Hall, as well as part of the Main Hall that was burned, had to be rebuilt, right?

These people are the best laborers.

Under such circumstances, Dong Qianfeng shaved his head, disguised himself as a monk, and sneaked into Shaolin Temple through the mountains and forests again.

He hid in the dark, looking at the men in black who were assigned as laborers with complicated eyes. Although the brothers looked tired and heavy in their busy work, at least they were still alive.

Then he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and he was even a little fortunate.

Fortunately, the target of the sneak attack this time was Shaolin. After all, this holy place of Buddhism is merciful and did not use extreme means to retaliate.

In Dong Qianfeng's opinion, if the Divine Religion had encountered such a provocation, it would have been a bloody storm with widespread involvement.

Killing the participants is not enough to vent their anger. According to the style of the cult, the three clans of the organizers must be wiped out to vent their anger.

He narrowed his eyes. Since the men in black were not dead, then his eldest brother and third brother must still be alive.

So what we need to do now is to rescue those people!
But Dong Qianfeng knew that he could not rescue his brothers by himself, so he had to rely on the Divine Religion. It would be best if the Eastern Religion Master could come in person.
At this moment, a frivolous voice came: "So it's true that Shaolin was burned down!"

Dong Qianfeng turned his head and saw a delicate monk lying not far away, looking inside with excitement.

The man also noticed Dong Qianfeng. He fixed his eyes on him, then nodded with a smile and said, "Brother, are you from the same group? I am Iron Claw Flying Eagle!"

"Oh, it's Brother Feiying. My name is Guoshanfeng." Dong Qianfeng bowed. He had heard of this man. He was a master of light Kung Fu who had emerged recently.

"Guoshanfeng? This nickname sounds like my half-brother!"

Iron Claw Eagle was still trying to get close to Dong Qianfeng, when he suddenly heard a loud shout from inside the temple: "Who's there?!"

Dong Qianfeng was startled and turned his head to look. The iron-clawed eagle was like an arrow shot from a bow, and it flew out five or six feet away in a flash.

"Is this kid a rabbit? He'll run away at the slightest sign of trouble."

Complaining secretly in his heart, Dong Qianfeng quickly moved and slipped to the other side.

The Shaolin monks' martial arts skills are really amazing. If it happened during the day, Dong Qianfeng would probably be chased all over the mountain.

Unfortunately, dusk fell, and Dong Qianfeng relied on his long legs and arms to jump around in the dense forest and successfully shook off the monks.

By the time he ran all the way back to the town, the monk's robe that he had used for camouflage had long been discarded in an inconspicuous corner, and was replaced by an inconspicuous gray and brown robe.

When several brothers who had been waiting for a long time saw him return, they gathered around him tacitly and naturally formed a solid line of defense, protecting Dong Qianfeng tightly in the center.

Surrounded by the brothers, they walked through the slightly crowded streets and arrived at a simple courtyard on the edge of the town, where they temporarily rented a place. Dong Qianfeng entered the main room and saw the food and drinks on the table. Without saying a word, he grabbed a pig's trotter and started chewing it.

The brothers were not in a hurry either, and some were standing or sitting around the main room.

After eating and drinking, he wiped his mouth and said, "I have found out that the brothers were just captured by Shaolin and are still alive for the time being."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief. At least they were still alive.

Dong Qianfeng continued, "Prepare the carrier pigeons. Let's send a message to the Divine Religion. This time, we need the Divine Religion to take action. Only then can we rescue our brothers from Shaolin!"

"Yes!"

Early the next morning, when the first ray of sunlight illuminated the quiet town, Dong Qianfeng personally released two well-trained pigeons.

As he watched the carrier pigeons fly away, he suddenly noticed that in this small town, more than ten carrier pigeons took off and flew in different directions.

Dong Qianfeng was stunned. For some reason, he felt like these pigeons, seemingly able to fly freely in the air, but in fact, every time he flapped his wings, he was carrying the will of others.
When the sun set in the west, a carrier pigeon landed in the pigeon house at Heimu Cliff.

The disciple of the Divine Sect took out the note from the bamboo tube and took a look at it. He was immediately shocked and quickly ran to the attic where Yang Lianting was.

"Butler Yang!"

The disciple of the Divine Religion half-knelt on the ground. Although his voice was slightly trembling due to his haste, every word was clear and powerful:

"Emergency news has come from the Deputy Hall Master of Fenglei Hall, Dong Qianfeng! The Hall Master of Fenglei Hall, Tong Baixiong, the Deputy Hall Master, Zhang Fang, and more than 100 elite disciples under the Fenglei Hall encountered an accident while performing a mission and are trapped in Shaolin. Their lives are uncertain. Deputy Hall Master Dong begs the Divine Cult to quickly send reinforcements to Shaolin to rescue fellow disciples from danger!"

In the attic, besides Yang Lianting, there were several other confidants.

When he heard the news, Yang Lianting suddenly raised his head, his brows furrowed, but a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, but he quickly hid it.

Originally, he wanted to let Tong Baixiong and Ren Woxing fight each other, but he didn't expect that Tong was such a waste that he couldn't even pass the Shaolin Temple.

"Are all the people in Fenglei Hall idiots?!"

His voice echoed in the empty attic, carrying a majesty and anger that could not be ignored: "They are trapped in Shaolin. What qualifications do they have to ask the Divine Religion to rescue them? This is simply ridiculous! What use does the Divine Religion have for them?!"

"Remember this, the Divine Religion does not need this kind of useless person who is always causing trouble but can't do anything good!"

The disciple didn't expect Yang Lianting to say that. He asked hesitantly, "Then, do you need a reply?"

"What are you replying to? You're wasting your time on carrier pigeons. Get out!"

"yes!."

The disciple slowly left the attic and returned to the pigeon house. The room was dark and silent, with only the occasional sound of a pigeon's wings flapping.

He tossed and turned in the room for a long time, and finally released the carrier pigeon that came back to report the news under the cover of night.

Watching the carrier pigeon streak across the night sky, fly off into the distance, and gradually disappear into the night, the disciple slowly sighed and whispered, "Brothers from the Wind and Thunder Hall, I can only help you up to this point."

(End of this chapter)