The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers fall?
Early in the morning, the first rays of the morning sun were rising, and the mist was swirling around. The entire Central Plains was crazily spreading the news that the Shaolin Temple had suffered a surprise attack last night.
On Mount Song, the mountains depend on each other, and the mist is thick. The murderous aura lingered in the air and refused to dissipate.
At midnight last night, a drizzle was born in the weather with signs of rain, falling on the mountains.
The atmospheric troposphere was always an active area. Wind, rain, thunder, and lightning never stopped here.
The flowers are similar year after year, but the people are different year after year.
The Shaolin Temple of Mount Song in Henan Province, which had existed for thousands of years, had fallen overnight. All the seventy-two arhats who were highly skilled in martial arts had died heroically. This was somewhat unacceptable.
To make matters worse, the Shaolin abbot, Master Zhikong, had unexpectedly disappeared in the fire at the headquarters.
From the first report from the local yamen, it could be seen that the coroner had carefully investigated the inside and outside of the headquarters hall where the fire had occurred. There were no ashes in the ashes of the door and window ruins.
Then, where were Master Zhi Kong's ashes?
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