"Injustice and injustice..." The sweeping monk was full of sympathy, and slowly shook his head, "The originally pure place of Buddhism has turned into a place to compete for fame and fortune, and now it has become a killing field for Asuras, with corpses lying in the temple, if Patriarch Bodhidharma is reborn, only Afraid of regrets, I will pass on the Dharma to the east, Amitabha, good is good..."

Xuanci's expression was gloomy, and after a long silence, she put her hands together and said, "Could it be that the teacher and father saved the poor monk just now?"

The sweeping monk sighed and bowed slightly: "See the abbot."

Xuanci hurriedly returned a salute, and was about to speak, but the floor sweeper turned his head, ignored him, and continued to look at He Xie.

"This little donor is a Taoist martial artist who has reached the realm of transformation. He has combined the Xiaowuxianggong of the Xiaoyao School, the Pure Yang Supreme Gong and a pure Yin internal power into one. It is really amazing." The sweeping monk slowly said that he actually broke the origin of He Xie's internal strength.

He Xie was not surprised, the sweeper could see his origin, and he could also see the sweeper's origin.

Because Sweeping Monk has the foundation of martial arts, there is also the shadow of the Xiaoyao School. Although it is not any kind of Xiaoyao martial arts, it definitely has the same root.

He Xie has always suspected that Sweeping Monk is Xiaoyaozi, but now it seems that this is not the case.

But he must have an extraordinary relationship with Xiaoyaozi.

Who is he?

He Xie's thoughts turned a hundred times in his head, but he said slowly: "Senior's martial arts complement each other's yin and yang, and return to the original, it's a pity, a pity..."

He shook his head, a look of regret on his face.

He could see that the reason why Sweeper Sweeper seemed to return to his original state was not because his cultivation had really reached this level, but because Sweeper Sweeper was injured, very seriously. Locked in the body, moisturizing his broken body.

Not only that, the old man is also taking the path of yin and yang, but his path has come to an end, and there is no further possibility.

But the sweeping monk's dantian's inner power running all the time still gave He Xie great inspiration and surprise.

Can internal force really only work in the meridians?

Every move, every breath and every breath of this sweeping monk is all about cultivation. Every pore in his body can absorb infuriating energy at any time, and when necessary, his inner strength can also be emitted from every pore.

His inner strength has really reached the realm of volatile freedom.

The sweeping monk knew what He Xie was talking about, and there was a trace of regret on his face: "Tao gives birth to one, one life to two, two to three, and three to all things. The truth has always been widely circulated in the world, the poor monks have traveled thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, wasted hundreds of years, and have been searching for the answer, in fact, has already been placed in front of him without knowing it, pitiful, sad, and deplorable!"

Apart from He Xie, Qiao Feng and Huang Chang could not understand what he said, but the rest of them just felt weird. Lao Tzu's remarks came from the mouth of a monk.

In fact, when a person has reached a certain level, whether it is Buddha, Taoism, or Confucianism, all the truths in the world can be used to bless themselves, and there will be no door-to-door views at all.

Just how evil, although he advocates Taoism in his bones, in fact, he believes in the truth that Buddhism flows into the birth and death, and there is a vacuum, and as a Chinese, many Confucian ideas have long been integrated into his bones.

"If the poor monk saw the little benefactor 40 or 50 years earlier, even if he abolished his cultivation base and re-trained, he would be willing." The sweeping monk looked at He Xie with a complicated expression, "The little benefactor will shine brightly at a young age. The first person in history, the achievements are limitless."

The meaning in the words is obviously that He Xie's path is the right one.

When the heroes heard the old monk's evaluation of He Xie, they all felt a sense of sympathy. In the battle just now, more than a hundred people died under the sword of He Xie. remembered for future generations.

"Senior came forward, do you have to stop the junior?" He Xie looked at the floor sweeper and asked, with a faint hunger in his heart.

This is the excitement and anticipation of seeing similar masters, a long-lost feeling.

The floor-sweeping monk smiled lightly: "If you compete in martial arts, the little benefactor will not be able to support a hundred moves in the hands of the poor monk. But if you want to divide life and death, I am afraid that the poor monk will die under the sword of the benefactor within a hundred moves. The little benefactor is too hostile and the poor monk will die. I don't dare to stop it, I just want to ask for mercy."

After a pause, he sighed: "After all, the poor monk has lived in Shaolin for more than 40 years, and he can't bear to cut off the inheritance of Shaolin for hundreds of years."

He looked at He Xie, smiled and said, "I don't know if the little benefactor can sell the face of a poor monk?"

At this moment, only to hear a scream from the other side, but Qi Liu finally slashed Chen Guyan to the sword with the new martial arts he learned from the Musashi Pagoda of the World Association.

He Xie didn't look back, he pondered slightly, and suddenly smiled.

"Six conditions, if the seniors agree, today Shaolin can be exempted from the disaster of fame." He said.

In fact, he did not intend to completely destroy Shaolin, because since ancient times, China has a very unreasonable but ubiquitous rule.

That is - to forgive people and forgive them, the dead are the greatest, the big New Year's ones, come here...

and so on.

Shaolin killed Qiao Feng and wanted to destroy the World Association, but He Xie pressed him to the ground and rubbed it on the ground. This causal relationship is reasonable.

But if it turns out that He Xie destroys Shaolin, and the Shaolin Temple disappears since then, then He Xie will be accused by thousands of people.

This kind of thing is unreasonable. If you want to be happy, unless you don't care about your reputation.

Therefore, those who are happy and enemies in the arena have always become "evil" with good luck, while those with bad luck have become demons. If you want to be a hero and a decent leader, you must be broad-minded.

How can you show that you are broad-minded?

Repaying grievances with virtue is what the world most wants to see.

This kind of thing that is integrated into the bones of the Chinese people, He Xie has no way to change it, and he is not interested in trying it out of his capacity, so he will not let the Shaolin brand be completely cut off.

He will give Shaolin a sigh of relief to show his magnanimity~lightnovelpub.net~ In fact, many times, doing so is more cruel, but the world recognizes this, it is very strange.

"Is that so?" The floor sweeper also pondered slightly and smiled at He Xie, "Can you wait a moment, little benefactor."

He Xie stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "Senior, please do it yourself."

The sweeping monk smiled and thanked again, and turned around.

At this time, the dozen or so remaining Shaolin disciples walked to Xuanci's side, supporting each other.

There were more than 300 monks in the hall before, and now these are all that are left, and all of them have numbness and confusion on their faces.

The sweeping monk turned around, looked at Xuanci and sighed, and said, "The poor monk is bold, ask the abbot to abdicate, choose another wise man, and inherit the position of abbot."

Xuanci looked sad, nodded slowly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Junior Brother Xuanbei is superb in Buddhism and martial arts, far superior to the poor monk. Only he can take the position of abbot of Shaolin."

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