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People are floating in the rivers and lakes, how can they not be knifed? Either you cut me, or I cut you, what's the point?

Even fools can understand the truth, how could these widows and elders not understand?

Their sons, husbands or nephews and nephews, etc., wandering around in the world, practicing martial arts with Ge Ge, and going to Hengyang to hold a hello, me, and everyone's good viewing party, it was originally a good thing to eat, drink and lively, but they Because he was jealous of other people's martial arts secrets, he was killed.

How normal is this?

Doing business is still earning and losing, trying to steal treasures to kill people, but it turns out that Qingqing's life is lost. This kind of thing can be regarded as the main theme of the rivers and lakes.

However, these people all gathered at the entrance of the Shaolin Temple, wanting to seek justice for their dead relatives.

They can hate He Xie, and they can even use various conspiracies to kill He Xie and frame He Xie, but they are not qualified to seek justice.

The crux of the matter is, how did these people gather so neatly?

How did they come to the Shaolin Temple together, wanting Shaolin to come forward to seek justice for them?

If Shaolin really killed He Xie, or imprisoned He Xie, would they get their justice back?

Has their purpose been achieved? Have their souls been sublimated and their souls comforted?

He Xie sneered and looked around, seeing the pair of fearful and dodging eyes, he had an answer in his heart.

If it was Hong Guoguo's hatred that supported them to stand in front of He Xie, what were they hiding?

They don't even have the courage to hate someone generously, so who gave them the courage to stand in front of He Xie?

A bunch of used idiots!

"Master Lin!"

Fang Yuan was already bizarrely angry. He didn't expect this person to be so maddened. Outside the Shaolin Baocha Mountain Gate, he was blatantly ignoring people's lives!

"Sonsor Lin has deep thoughts, and he is so mad that he treats human life like a piece of shit!" Fang Yuan shouted angrily, "Will you want to kill people in front of my Shaolin Mountain Gate, does Master Lin really not take my Shaolin in the eyes?"

He Xie glanced at her and said slowly, "Master is blaming me?"

Fang Yuan glared at He Xie.

"But what does the master blame Lin for?" He Xie asked, "Do you blame Lin for killing? Or does it blame Lin for not taking Shaolin seriously?"

Fang Yuan said coldly: "Shizhu Lin kills people here, because he has deep roots, and he doesn't take my Shaolin seriously! It's just Shizhu Lin, although your martial arts are high, even if you are smashed to pieces, the poor monk will never allow you. Continue to do evil! I will never sit back and watch you kill another person!"

This is said, righteous and awe-inspiring!

If it is so beautiful, it will naturally attract people's applause.

"Master said it well! Lin Pingzhi, you scared..."

puff!

Halfway through the conversation, the man was stabbed to death by He Xie with a flying needle.

The little flame that had just ignited in the hearts of the widows and orphans was instantly extinguished by this needle.

He Xie turned around and said sincerely to Fang Yuan: "Master, Lin has deep roots and there is no cure. Otherwise, hurry up and smash your bones to pieces, so that I can kill them all."

Fang Yuan looked at the sneering and murderous intent in He Xie's eyes, and then looked at the people behind him who were silent again, and suddenly sighed: "Lin Shizhu, if you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself! The poor monk is not yours. Opponent, please, above the Mahavira Hall, there is a home for the benefactor."

He Xie said regretfully: "Master, how compassionate Bodhidharma used to cut meat and feed eagles? Master has the heart to sacrifice his life for righteousness, why not let Lin quickly send you to bliss?"

Fang Yuan's face was completely calm, as if the excitement, grief and anger had never happened before: "Amitabha, the poor monk has not cultivated enough, I absolutely dare not compare with the ancestors, Lin Shizhu, please."

He Xie shook his head and sighed, "Lin has never killed a monk..."

Fang Yuan's mouth twitched.

He Xie smiled and stared at Fang Yuan: "Master, since you don't want to sacrifice your life for righteousness, then if you dare to say a word to Lin, Lin will kill you immediately! Can you hear it clearly?"

Fang Yuan looked at He Xie in astonishment, and then his face flushed red!

He was shaking with anger, but he didn't say a word after all.

He Xie raised his head with a smile, and said in a mother's unquestioning tone, "It seems that you can't get your justice back by yourself. Lin will enter the Shaolin Temple to see if the compassionate masters in the temple can get it back. Get this justice for you."

"Go back and wait for the news!" He Xie turned his head and touched the hilt on his back, "If you still stand in front of me within ten breaths, you will never leave."

He Xie actually hoped that at least a few of the nearly 1,000 people would stand up and scold him, but unfortunately, none of them.

Almost before He Xie's words fell, these enemies who were originally "inseparable" with He Xie suddenly dispersed. In less than a while, not a single one was left, leaving only a few solitary corpses in place.

He Xie looked at Monk Fang Yuan, whose face was red and white, and smiled lightly: "Lead the way, Master?"

This way, Monk Fang Yuan seemed to be practicing a closed-mouth mantra, and he really didn't say a word to He Xie.

He Xie followed him through the Forest of Steles, around the Temple of Heavenly Kings, and went straight to the solemn and solemn Daxiong Hall.

In the treasure hall, it is already full of guests at this moment.

When He Xie strode in, hundreds of pairs of eyes suddenly looked at him.

Opposite the gate of the treasure hall, there are two seats. The one on the left is a monk. A monk with white eyebrows wearing a purple cassock, with cloudy eyes, is surrounded by monks and sits in the middle.

The group of Taoists on the right also surrounded a tall, silver-haired old Taoist like the stars and the moon in the middle.

Below the left head, there is a man with a gloomy complexion and long and narrow eyes, and more than ten sword-backed men in yellow shirts stare at He Xie coldly.

He Xie recognized that this was the costume of the Songshan School, and the middle-aged man with a gloomy complexion was Zuo Lengchan.

The next two are He Xie's old acquaintances.

The family is everyone in Huashan~lightnovelpub.net~ At this moment, Yue Buqun is smiling and nodding to He Xie. Behind him are Ning Zhongze, Yue Lingshan, Linghu Chong and others, who are among the few people here who show kindness to He Xie.

The other family is from the Taishan faction, and the face of Tianmen Laodao is very ugly.

On the right side, the leader is a thin, unremarkable old man with a worn-out erhu in his arms. I think it is Mr. Xiaoxiang Yeyu Moda from the Hengshan School of Nanyue. What made He Xie frown slightly was that Liu Zhengfeng was not among these people, and he suddenly thought of a lot in his mind.

The other seat was a group of young nuns, among them He Xie saw Ni Yilin, a young woman who had met once.

Looking around for a week, He Xie had a panoramic view of everyone present. Except for the seats of each faction, there was no one more in the hall. It seemed that there was no place for He Xie.

He Xie remained silent, and followed Fang Yuan to the center of the hall before standing still. Fang Yuan clasped his hands together, and then said the first sentence of the whole journey: "Qi, Brother Abbot, this is Shizhu Lin, the descendant of the evil sword. ."

Seeing that the monk Fang Zheng nodded slightly, Fang Yuan immediately stepped up and walked towards the seat of the Shaolin faction, as if he didn't want to stay longer.