"Hahaha, Senior Brother Fanyin's question is interesting, of course I will inherit the position of abbot of Shaolin Temple when I come here. The demon monk Fankong laughed loudly.

"Shut up, you have repeatedly violated the rules of Buddhism, and you were expelled from the sect by your master in your early years, and you are no longer a senior disciple!" Master Sanskrit said in a deep voice.

"That's it, Fankong, you are not welcome in Shaolin Temple, leave quickly!" Fan Tong and several other senior monks with the word "Sanskrit" next to him also hurriedly spoke.

"Hey, a few senior brothers have misunderstood me too deeply. The demon monk Fankong shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm afraid you don't know yet, in fact, the master didn't expel me from the master, he just let me go out to practice, so that I can inherit his mantle later." Now that I have returned from my travels, I am preparing to inherit the position of abbot of my master, how can you snatch my position from my junior brother!"

"Shameless!" Fantong and several other senior monks trembled with anger, and the rest of the disciples and grandchildren also glared angrily, and some young and vigorous little novices scolded angrily: "Demon monk Fankong, get out of Shaolin Temple, what qualifications do you have to compete with Master Fanyin for the position of abbot." ”

In the face of the demon monk Fankong, the entire Shaolin Temple can be said to be the same enemy.

"Hahaha, what qualifications do you ask me?" The demon monk Fankong sneered: "Just rely on my strength is stronger than you, whoever is stronger is qualified but the abbot, Fanyin, you have the courage to come out and compete with the poor monk, if you win, I Fankong will leave immediately, if you lose, how about you immediately give up the position of abbot?"

"Amitabha, Lao Qu is the heir of the abbot appointed by Master Kongyun during his lifetime, which is obvious to all in the entire Shaolin Temple and even many martial arts colleagues. Master Sanskrit said loudly: "Lao Wei is not greedy for the abbot's high position, but if the Shaolin Temple is handed over to a fierce and brutal person like you, I am afraid that the Buddha is not like the Buddha, the temple is not like the temple, and there is a miasma of black smoke." ”

"What is the black smoke miasma?" the demon monk Fankong said coldly: "The Shaolin Temple is now weakened to such an extent, only I, Fankong, become the abbot of Shaolin, can lead the Shaolin Temple to true glory!"

"It's nonsense, Fankong, if you don't get out of the Shaolin Temple again, don't blame me for being rude!" Fantong and several other Shaolin masters said angrily: "Today is the inauguration ceremony of Senior Brother Fanyin, how can you allow this demon monk to come here to make trouble." Where are the eighteen Arhats of the Dharma Academy, blast this demon monk out of the Boundless Mountain for me!"

As soon as the words of Fantong and others fell, the energy in the Shaolin Temple was rolling, and one after another bald monks holding iron rods and naked shirts rushed out of it, and the muscles on their bodies were as hard as iron, and there were eighteen of them, all of whom were quasi-overlord-level powerhouses with golden bodies and treasure bodies.

The eighteen Arhats of Shaolin Temple are powerful in the Central Plains, which can be described as famous all over the world. As soon as the Arhat Array is formed, even if the Heavenly Rank Supreme is not careful, he will be trapped and die in it, and the power is extremely huge. I have to say that the heritage of Shaolin Temple in Wuliang Mountain is indeed profound, and it is worthy of being the first of the six holy places.

Eighteen Arhats, eighteen quasi-overlord-level horizontal training golden body powerhouses roared, one by one black and golden, intertwined together like a terrible cage, and the sonorous sound made people's hearts tremble.

As soon as the eighteen Arhat arrays came out, the demon monk Fankong suddenly changed color. If he fights alone, or only ten or eight, he is not afraid, but there are eighteen of them, and the Arhat formation is one, even if he is confident, he knows that he will definitely not be able to bear it.

Seeing that the eighteen Arhat arrays were about to surround him, the demon monk Fankong was secretly anxious in his heart, and suddenly-

That's when —

"Whoosh!"

A sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded, and I saw a fiery red figure churning around his body, and one of them landed steadily on the high platform, directly blocking the eighteen arhats and the demon monk Brahman.

"Rising Sun Dongsheng, this is my Shaolin Temple's business, why do you repeatedly stop it!"

The mud bodhisattva still has three points of anger, and the rising sun Dongsheng has repeatedly provoked trouble, and Master Sanskrit can't help but be angry in his heart.

"Master Sanskrit has misunderstood, this seat is not going to meddle in the affairs of Shaolin Temple. I just can't bear it in my heart, and I want to come out and preside over justice. It's a bit unreasonable for so many people in your Shaolin Temple to bully a monk from Fankong. The Holy Fire Sect Leader Rising Sun Dongsheng said in a deep voice with a straight face: "Besides, this Brahman Kong is also a disciple of Shaolin Temple, and he also explained just now that Abbot Kongyun did not really expel him from Shaolin Temple. As a high-ranking disciple of the late Abbot of Kongyun, he should be eligible to run for the abbot election!"

"Ridiculous!"

On the other side, a shout suddenly sounded from the seat, and I saw a tall and thin old man stand up and sneered: "If the demon monk Fankong is qualified to participate in the abbot election, then everyone in the world can participate...... Cough...... Ahem...... Participated!"

The tall and thin old man seemed to have an injury on his body, and as soon as he said a few words, a slight tingling pain came from his lungs, and he coughed for a while.

When the Holy Fire Sect Leader Rising Sun Dongsheng heard this, he immediately frowned, looked at the tall and thin old man, and said coldly: "Sikong Wuxian, you don't take care of your injuries in your broken inn, come out and make trouble." ”

"Hmph, if the old man doesn't come in a hurry, I'm afraid that some people's unsavory conspiracy will succeed!" The tall and thin old man Sikong Wuxian sneered, and then said loudly to the surroundings: "Fellow martial artists, the demon monk Fankong was expelled from the Shaolin Temple by the abbot of Kongyun more than ten years ago. Moreover, this person drinks and eats meat, which kind of disciple is Buddhism, this person is not qualified to run for the position of abbot of Shaolin Temple at all. ”

"Hahaha, what's wrong with drinking wine and eating meat? Who here hasn't drunk wine or eaten meat? The demon monk Fankong laughed loudly and said: "There is a way that wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart." As long as the poor monk has the Buddha in his heart, even if he drinks and eats meat, what does it matter, my heart is open. Unlike some monks, who do not drink alcohol and eat meat on the surface, they are actually hypocritical and insidious in their hearts. ”

"Okay, that's a good point! Master Fankong's words come to my heart, and it's so good. On the high seat, the head of the Qingyun Sword Sect, Qingyang Dao Chang, stroked his beard and smiled: "My Taoist believes in Dao ancestors, and the rules and regulations of your Buddhism should have been changed a long time ago." Drinking and eating meat, living happily, seeking to be free and easy, what's wrong?"

"Hmph, I didn't expect the dignified Qingyun Sect to be in the same stream. The tall and thin old man Sikong Wuxian snorted coldly: "The old man only said less than half of what he said just now, this demon monk Fankong has not only broken the wine ring and meat ring, but also even the color ring! The old man will make all the crimes he put down public to the world today!"

As soon as Sikong Wuxi's words fell, the demon monk Fankong's face suddenly changed, and there was a trace of imperceptible anxiety and ferocity hidden in the depths of his eyebrows.