On the narrow road, the horse galloped wildly.

The person at the front was wearing a black military uniform with ornately decorated corners. It was Huo Long, the warlord who had been dominating the Dengfeng area before. However, at this moment, this man seemed to have lost his former glory. Not only was his clothes messy, but his military cap was also thrown away.

Go, the look on his face is even more timid. Although he is holding a sharp sword in his hand, the panic of running away in embarrassment is clearly revealed.

Bang! Bang! Bang!!

A burst of gunfire rang out, and the number of followers around him decreased again. Amid the neighing of frightened horses, the pursuers became even more powerful. It is not difficult to guess how this pursuit will end.

The pursuers in gray military uniforms galloped past, shouting "kill them all" in the distance. They were not targeting the Shaolin monks, Li Kai and others, but the soldiers in black uniforms who had survived the previous battle and the fall from their horses.
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A round of gunshots rang out, and only the sound of horse hooves gradually faded away, and the sound of monks chanting the Buddha's name sadly in my ears.

"Jinghai, in that direction could it be..."

Li Kai suddenly broke the atmosphere by speaking out, pointing to the gray sky in the distance.

Jinghai looked at him and looked into the distance. His face suddenly changed and he hurriedly shouted: "Everyone, put down what you are doing, those soldiers are heading towards the temple!"

Upon hearing the call, the monks realized it later, hurriedly responded, and followed Jinghai towards the Shaolin Temple.

It’s just that legs are not as good as four legs when it comes to traveling. By the time Jinghai and his group arrive at the Shaolin Temple, I’m afraid everything will be over.

"Do you want to follow?" Yuan Lang asked, scratching his head as he looked at the monks running away.

"The guidance given to me by these pair of iron chopsticks seems to be that Fang Wen." Ye Piao and Li Kai looked at each other and said.

"Then there's nothing to hesitate about." Li Kai nodded.

In the 1920s, famines broke out in Henan, mainly floods and droughts. Warlords fought and man-made disasters continued, and banditry was common. The national government was weak and ineffective, which led to social unrest, displacement of people, and the rise of refugee trends.<

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Shaolin Temple.

Outside the thousand-year-old temple, hundreds of refugees have gathered, many of them old, weak, women and children, and they all rely on the relief of Shaolin monks.

But this hard life was disturbed again. As a group of soldiers in gray uniforms broke into the tents set up by the monks for the victims, panic shouts started one after another. If it was not stopped in time, just one gunshot would sound.

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The tragedy did not happen.

The fleeing warlord Huo Long regarded the Shaolin Temple as his last hope for survival. When facing the enemy, the newly emerged warlord commander Hou Jie, he even gave away the location of the treasure he had buried with the intention of making a comeback, to show that he would never fight with him again.

He wanted to be an enemy and win the other's pity at the same time. However, Hou Jie took away the map where he buried the treasure, but turned around and shot Huo Long, which not only killed Huo Long on the spot, but also penetrated and injured the abbot.

The disciples in the temple were so angry that they formed Arhat stick formations from top to bottom, hoping to slay demons!

Fortunately, Old Fang Wen was calm and solemn and immediately stopped his disciple's behavior. Otherwise, even if he had a wooden stick to protect himself, how much chance would there be for his flesh and blood body to encounter steel guns and iron cannons?

The warlord Hou Jie didn't bother to argue with these monks. He only paused for a moment in front of the "World Wuzong" plaque that fell in front of Yaowangyuan. Then he picked up a pen and wrote the four words "no more than this", then waved his hand and turned around to lead the crowd.

Leaving is so domineering.

Li Kai and others who followed Jing Hai and other Shaolin disciples passed by Hou Jie's army on the road halfway up the mountain. The two sides briefly looked at each other, but their Wing Chun bunt was lost in the Shaolin Temple.

The face-saving Lieutenant General Hou Jie, Cao Man, gave a dark sneer, which aroused a fierce reaction from Shaolin’s third generation Jingzi Jinghai.

Li Kai, who had been watching for a long time, immediately stepped forward when he saw this, grabbed Jinghai's arm with one hand, held down Jinghai's shoulders, and at the same time gave a comforting look to the Shaolin monk next to him.

He followed Jinghai's eyes and looked at the clean and handsome face of Cao Man, who would soon betray Hou Jie, destroy his family, and collude with speculators from foreign powers. He whispered in Jinghai's ear.

He said in a loud voice: "Calm down! Look at their condition. They don't look like they have just fought. Or do you think the people in the Shaolin Temple are just like meat on a chopping board when faced with guns and artillery, ready to be slaughtered by others?"

Hearing this, Jinghai looked startled. After all, he was a disciple of Shaolin, practiced Buddhism and martial arts, and was wise and proficient. Although he was temporarily blinded by worry, after a little persuasion, he came to his senses.

"Amitabha, thank you so much for the unknown benefactor." Jinghai took a deep breath, and after doing namasha, he shouted to the monks: "Go back to the temple!"

"Yes!!" Shaolin monks shouted in unison.

"The pull of fate is getting stronger and stronger." Ye Piao's eyes were bright, showing curiosity like guessing a riddle.

"Let's go, let's follow." Li Kai said.

Yuan Lang took two quick steps up, bumped Li Kai's shoulder, winked and said: "It's inexplicable, isn't it? Hehe!"

Li Cuo laughed and walked quickly.

But at the same time, his mood is not clear.

Just now, Jinghai's behavioral tendency almost exceeded the "original plot", which made him keenly aware of something abnormal.

The dungeon in the player's concept is a plot to him, and the plot has its own direction. Without the intervention of the player, it will flow like a predetermined river and will never branch into a second direction. However, Jinghai's actions just now are absolutely impossible.

Not in the plot.

Therefore, the conclusion is that the "plot" has been interfered by players.

It may have been the interference of the five of them, but it may also have been the interference of other players...

Based on his research on the dungeon, this kind of situation is slightly different from the "original plot" as soon as they enter the dungeon. Either they acted aggressively after entering the dungeon, causing big waves in the river with the established direction, or they were eliminated.

In addition to the player, there are other players entering the dungeon. Jinghai’s abnormal behavior is a warning from the dungeon to players who use tokens to open the dungeon.

Players who use dungeon tokens to open dungeons naturally enjoy some privileges, but few players realize it.

At least in addition to similar warnings, Li Kai also knows that if the player who uses the token to open the dungeon has seen all the players who entered the dungeon - whether the player's identity is recognized or not, it does not matter, then he can know the players who entered the current dungeon.

The total number will change in real time as players are eliminated.

"What's going on?" Li Kai suddenly caught a glimpse of Abao frowning and asked in a low voice.

Abao glanced at him, frowned and relaxed, then finally shook his head and said, "It should be fine."

"Yes." Li Kai nodded, and as everyone continued to rush up the mountain, he soon saw a large number of refugees gathered.

The five of them looked at Jinghai and confronted a young monk. After saying a few words, they hurried into the temple, and the young monk came to greet them.
Chapter completed!