"Master Xuanbei..." The floor-sweeping monk pondered slightly, with a smile on his face, "That's really suitable, please ask the abbot to pass it on."

"Yes." Xuanci respectfully bowed to the sweeping monk.

Winning the king and defeating the bandit, Xuanci has nothing to say.

He knew that he was dead, and even if He Xie was willing to let him go, he would have no face to live any longer. Shaolin has been inherited for hundreds of years, but because of his wrong idea, he was destroyed by this disaster. He is a sinner of Shaolin through the ages.

He has long been determined to live and die, and at this moment there is only one thing in his mind, that is, no matter what, he must keep the last incense of Shaolin.

And Xuan Bei was the most suitable candidate and the only one who could save Shaolin.

Xuanci and a monk whispered a few words and went to call Xuanbei.

On this side, after He Xie investigated the injuries of Huang Chang and Qi Liu, he was slightly relieved that both of them were fine.

The surviving heroes gathered silently and watched the field.

This tragic war, no one wants to continue, but no one forgets how it started.

They naturally hated He Xie and the World Association, but they hated Shaolin the most.

This is also a very strange "human nature".

About half an hour later, the Shaolin bell suddenly rang, and in the gloomy sound of the bell, Xuan Bei walked into the Daxiong Hall from the back door under the leadership of the monk just now. Shaolin disciple.

As soon as these Shaolin disciples entered the main hall, they were immediately completely stunned by the **** and tragic scene in front of them. Some people were even frightened and fell to the ground. Others saw a familiar monk or senior fell in a pool of blood and immediately cried. Howling loudly, for a while, the hall was in chaos again.

Xuan Bei seemed to be deaf to everything, his face was very painful, and he walked very slowly, as if every step had exhausted all his strength.

He walked up to Xuanci without saying a word, put his hands together, and bowed.

Xuan Ci's face showed remorse, and he hesitated several times, but finally turned into a long sigh, just a deep salute to Xuan Bei.

Then, Xuanci turned around and quietly looked at the monks who were crying or bewildered in the whole hall, with a deep sadness on his face.

He just stood there, as if he had completely lost his soul.

The bell rang ninety-nine times before it stopped. The Shaolin disciples in the hall wiped away their tears in unison, walked to Xuanci and sat on the ground, even Xuanbei and the floor-sweeping monk were no exception.

Xuanci looked around at the monks below, and said in a deep voice, "Monks, monks, listen to my orders."

All the monks said in unison: "I sincerely accept the decree of the law."

"From now on, Xuanbei will be the fifteenth generation abbot of this temple. He will inherit my Shaolin mantle and mantle, promote Buddhism, and save the world." Xuanci said slowly, "If you are in a hurry, you will follow the authority, so you will not take over as the law code, and will take over from my temple. The abbot of the past dynasties began as a token, and the great gift was completed."

After saying that, Xuanci slowly knelt on his knees, took off his cassock, and took out a simple wooden fish and a golden bowl from his waist, and then said, "Junior Brother Xuanbei, you come forward."

Xuan Bei slowly got up, walked forward, and knelt in front of Xuan Ci.

Xuanci handed the three tokens to Xuanbei one by one, and at the end, he crawled deeply on the ground: "Unworthy disciple Xuanci, see the abbot."

"See the abbot!" The monks bowed in unison.

Xuan Bei slowly got up, holding the wooden fish in one hand and the golden bowl in the other, and looked around, but his face showed sadness.

He slowly shook his head, made a gesture of virtual support, and signaled the completion of the ceremony.

"Xuanci knows that his sins are serious, and asks the abbot to punish him." Xuanci couldn't stand, and said sadly.

Xuan Bei's face became even more sad. He shook his head and turned to bow deeply to the sweeping monk. The sweeping monk did not dare to neglect and hurriedly returned the salute.

Xuan Bei stretched out his hand to write in the void: "Please ask the master to pass it on for me."

The floor-sweeping monk pondered slightly, then bowed and said, "Follow the abbot's decree."

Xuan Bei also wrote: "It's no longer a Shaolin affair, it's time to ask the people of the world."

The sweeping monk immediately smiled with relief, and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk has understood the meaning of the abbot."

After that, he turned his head and smiled at He Xie: "Little donor, thank you for waiting for a long time."

"It's okay." He Xie said.

"Xuanci committed the five precepts of prostitution, killing, lying, destroying others, and anger," said the monk. "According to the precepts of this temple, according to the precepts, he should be punished with a cane of five hundred and imprisoned for 30 years. The donor is the cause and effect, why not wait for the punishment and then make a calculation?"

After five hundred sticks, everyone is dead, what else is there to care about?

He Xie shook his head. He knew very well that if Xuanci suffered five hundred sticks before he died, Shaolin would have won a lot of sympathy points.

Looking at Xuanci's appearance, I'm afraid that this person is eager to get five hundred sticks, and then cut off his heart like the original plot.

He did this not because he felt guilty for the dead, but to save the life and reputation of Shaolin as much as possible.

This monk, even death is utilitarian.

"Senior, do you still remember what you said before?" He Xie asked with a smile.

The sweeping monk was silent for a while, looked at He Xie deeply, and sighed: "Of course I remember, and that's the case, I also ask He Shizhu to teach me."

"I don't dare to teach you." He Xie clenched his fists slightly.

"If it weren't for Shaolin's own selfishness, why would the tragedy happen today?" He Xie said loudly, "The world will start a massacre today. I don't know how many hatreds will be forged? How many lives will be affected in the future?"

He Xie said in a slightly cold tone: "Xuanci called on the heroes of the world, intending to kill us and then hurry up, destroy the world and feel at ease, this is the revenge of the sect, this seat originally wanted not only everyone in the hall to die today, but even this one. The ancient temples of hundreds of years will also be buried together!"

These words were so murderous that everyone felt chills in their hearts.

"Of course, God has the virtue of good life," He Xie's words changed, "This seat is not a person who likes to kill. Since the predecessors have interceded, this seat has been good since then, but Shaolin, as the initiator, must learn a lesson for this!"

The sweeping monk sighed and said, "The donor might as well talk about the six conditions you mentioned earlier."

He Xie smiled slightly~lightnovelpub.net~ First, Xuanci must die at the hands of my second brother! "

"Second, Shaolin has closed the mountain for 50 years from today. There will be no fireworks. Only 100 people can be retained as heirs. In 50 years, the number must not exceed this number. The rest of the disciples must be dismissed within three days!"

"Thirdly, from now on, Shaolin only teaches Buddhism, not martial arts, and swears that the disciples in the temple will never keep and practice martial arts secretly! All martial arts books in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion must be handed over as compensation to the World Association."

"Fourth, except for the local Shaolin Temple, all property deeds in Shaoshi Mountain need to be handed over to compensate the World Association!"

"fifth…"

He Xie paused and smiled slightly: "Fifth, it can't be counted as a condition, the junior asked at that time."

"The junior wants to compete with the senior, so the limit is 100 moves. Within a hundred moves, if the senior can beat the junior by one and a half moves, one of the first four conditions can be canceled at will."

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