There was a burst of laughter in the teahouse. The strong man who had just thrown the copper coins laughed and scolded: "Nonsense, how can one person kill so many officers and soldiers? I have also heard about this. It was said that a Shaolin monk killed many officers and soldiers, scaring Governor Li Henian to escape on horseback. I am never very credible. Unless the god who sprinkled beans and became soldiers came to the world, mortals would not have such skills. If there were such people, how could the Manchu dogs seize the Ming Dynasty at the time..."

When the man said this, his voice suddenly stopped and the entire teahouse became quiet. The tea guests looked at each other and looked at the strong man at the same time.

The strong man dared not stay for too long, so he bowed to everyone, got up and walked out of the teahouse, and strode away.

After the strong man left for a while, the teahouse became lively again. The storyteller continued: "These three-eyed monks are so murderous. They kill thousands of people without blinking. Recently, people in the world gave him a nickname called the Three-eyed Arhat, the Monk of Killing! I heard that he was wandering around in our Zhejiang area recently, and he was not afraid of officers and soldiers. He was swaying and lawless, and even the government did not dare to do anything to him!"

A tea chef said "There are still murderers in the world who don't take any official positions? But I don't believe it!"

The storyteller hurriedly bent down and nodded: "Yes, yes, what I'm telling is just a story, everyone doesn't have to take it seriously."

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves at the door sounded, and a big man came on a horse. After tying the horse in front of the teahouse, he lowered his head and walked in. The big man was too tall and the door of the teahouse was not very tall, so the big man had to bow his head to enter.

"Shopkeeper, give me two snacks and a pot of tea."

After the man entered the door, the entire teahouse became quiet. Everyone looked shocked when they looked at the man.

The big man's long eyebrows are all over his temples, and his tiger's eyes are powerful. His figure alone is enough to be scary, but what is even more shocking is the short head on his head and a red mark on his eyebrows. Seeing this person's appearance, when he thought of the story told by the storyteller just now, everyone at the scene was worried.

This person was Li Xiake. After killing a group of officers and soldiers, he walked back and forth in Fujian in an extremely high profile, and was not afraid of people at all. For this reason, the government officials from all over the country sent troops to surround him and howled several times, but they were all counter-killed. Even he killed several officials in the government.

After he went down the mountain, he was not only killing the officers and soldiers, but also looking for the whereabouts of Monk Yanwu.

In the entire Shaolin Temple, the person who deals with Li Xiake the most is Monk Yanwu. The Vajra Indestructible Body and the Viagra Palm that Li Xiake is practicing now are all taught to him by Monk Yanwu. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is half of Li Xiake’s teacher.

After learning that he was injured by Yankong Design, Li Xiake has been searching for his traces everywhere.

Later, after meeting a monk who escaped from Shaolin Temple, he learned that Yanwu was hiding in Jiangsu and Zhejiang to recuperate. However, the monk didn't know where it was. Li Xiake had no choice but to search slowly.

Now seeing the people in the teahouse looking dull, Li Xiake frowned and gently patted the table: "Tea, dessert, hurry up!"

He slapped the table with no loud noise, but it was shocked that the people in the teahouse shivered, looked at each other for a few seconds and left quietly.

Li Xiake burst into laughter and reached out to take out a piece of silver and threw it to the shopkeeper who had changed his color on his face: "Don't worry, I won't eat for nothing!"

The shopkeeper trembled and said, "The villain dares not accept your money!"

Li Xiake glared at him and said, "What? Isn't my money money?"

After the waiter served the tea, Li Xiake quietly drank tea. The tea shops in the whole store were gone, and everyone was hiding from Li Xiake as if they were hiding from the plague. The waiter in the tea shop also stuck to the wall and looked at him nervously.

Li Xiake looked at this as if nothing had happened. After eating a few snacks, he was suddenly stunned. His ears moved, he rose up and walked outside.

Seeing him leave, the shopkeeper, the waiter and others cried with joy: "This must be a three-eyed arhat! It looks scary, I'm so scary!"

After Li Xiake walked out of the teahouse, he heard the sound of fighting coming from not far away. He only heard the shouts and exhalation of the fighters, and knew that the people who were fighting must have Shaolin disciples. His skills are basically derived from Shaolin, and he is very familiar with Shaolin's mind method. He is confident that he will never hear it wrong. He walked forward quickly and turned a corner and saw a strong man fighting with several monks holding convenient shovels.

This strong man had a thick joint and a single sword in his hand. His sword skills were not weak, but the skills of several monks who besieged him were not inferior to him. A few convenient shovels shone brightly, surrounding the middle-aged strong man and shoveling them alternately, making the strong man in a mess.

"Bang"

The middle-aged man was not careful and was slapped on the shoulder by a shovel. He staggered. When he realized that he had several shovels pressed on him.

A monk shouted, "Hong Laosan, tell me quickly, where is he?"

The middle-aged strong man was not afraid and cursed: "You fake monks, eating, drinking, gamble, rape and looting, and all of them will die!"

Furious for the monk, he slapped the strong man hard in the face with a backhand: "You have a habit! I will punish you later, but you will still be stubborn! Let's go... Hum? Who are you?"

At this time, several monks found Li Xiake standing not far away.

Li Xiake looked at the monks and the middle-aged strong man with curious expressions: "You monks are Shaolin disciples? Why are you so murderous? And this guy, why are you having a conflict? I can barely be considered half a Shaolin disciple. If you have any conflicts, can you tell me carefully? Maybe I can give you an idea."

After seeing Li Xiake's appearance clearly, the monks' faces changed color and their bodies were trembling slightly.
Chapter completed!