"Amitabha!" An old Shaolin monk walked into the meeting hall, proclaiming the Buddha's name, and as the old monk walked in, the people behind him swarmed in, and the sword was unsheathed, as if facing a great enemy.

Yang Xiaolang laughed loudly: "Master Kongzhi, Song Daxia, the two masters are at the top of the light at the same time, and they are shining." ”

At this time, Zhang Wuji hugged Xiao Zhao horizontally, only to see her face like white paper, took a few steps, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, where her arms touched, her body was slowly cold, and her heart jumped suddenly, and she shouted: "Xiao Zhao!"

On that beautiful face, which was pitiful, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her lips were about to open, but she couldn't speak. Zhang Wuji felt more and more wrong, he didn't see her injured at first, he thought she was just prostrating, and hurriedly reached out to test her pulse, only to hear that her pulse was weak and her internal breath was disordered, and he was startled, and then he knew that she was injured internally.

As if he had been hit by a heavy object in his heart, he shouted, "Xiao Zhao, Xiao Zhao, how are you?" and put her down: "Don't be afraid, I'll help you heal your injuries." Zhang Wuji's luck helped Xiao Zhao heal his injuries.

At this time, the sound of killing was everywhere, and the two factions of Wudang Shaolin suppressed the disciples of Guangmingding, and everywhere they went, there were almost no opponents, and from time to time there was a terrible scream. Zhang Wuji's eyes are about to split, Shaolin Wudang, these two sects usually claim to be famous and upright, but at the moment they are killing on a large scale, do they hate Mingjiao so much? Is it true that every Mingjiao disciple is a heinous person?

Just as people from Wudang and Shaolin were passing by, they saw Zhang Wuji helping Xiao Zhao heal his injuries, and said to his companions: "He doesn't look like a person from Mingjiao." ”

The companion said, "How do you know?"

The Wudang disciple said, "If he is a demon of the Ming Sect, how dare he be unguarded against us?"

A bearded man walked over, this person was Mo Shenggu in the Wudang Seven Heroes, he disdained to participate in the killing of the Mingjiao disciples, so he patrolled around, but when he saw a strong enemy, he went up to help, but the masters of the Mingjiao went to defend everywhere, where did the masters come from on the top of the light? Just wait for the dawn, and then attack the mountain in one go, and wipe out those demon cultists.

He saw that Zhang Wuji, a young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and his aura was extraordinary, and he wondered in his heart, this person was not a disciple of his own faction, let alone a Shaolin monk, could it be the Huashan faction or the Kongtong and Kunlun factions? At this time, the Shaolin faction that was guarding the danger had already taken over with the disciples of the Ming Sect who hurriedly returned to help, Kong Zhi and Song Yuanqiao hurriedly came, and saw Mo Shenggu and others in a circle, I didn't know what happened, I didn't have time to ask more, I only saw Zhang Wuji helping Xiao Zhao luck to heal his injuries.

Everyone ignored Zhang Wuji and Xiao Zhao, and only sent two people to guard them, and the rest rushed to the top of the light. Zhang Wuji saw the people of the Shaolin Wudang faction rushing towards the entrance of Guangming Peak one by one, knowing that they had succeeded, he was worried about Yang Xiao and the others, although he expected that they would definitely refuse to kill them, but after all, he was worried in his heart, and he didn't think about it anymore. The cold assault, the two guards didn't snort, fell to the ground, and fainted.

Zhang Wuji pushed Xiao Zhao, who was asleep in his arms, and asked softly, "How are you?"

Xiao Zhao woke up slowly, and when he saw that he was in his arms, he couldn't help but feel ashamed: "Childe, where are we now?"

Zhang Wuji smiled: "We are still on the top of the light, you come with me." ”

Zhang Wuji pulled Xiao Zhao up and ran away, on the way, there was blood everywhere, there were corpses everywhere, he couldn't help but be angry in his heart, what kind of Amitabha Buddha the thieves of the Shaolin sect chanted all day long, what kind of goodness and goodness, what they did today, but where was it like a compassionate monk? While they were shouting that all beings were equal, weren't these people who died under their hands in the Mingjiao people?

Xiao Zhao saw such a tragic scene, tears kept flowing in his eyes, his hands and feet were cold, and he mechanically let Zhang Wuji pull her, and soon, Zhang Chaoqun looked around, and after being sure that there was no one, he placed Xiao Zhao, and Zhang Wuji rushed to the entrance of Guangming Peak.

Zhang Wuji knows very well that the icing on the cake will never be as good as sending charcoal in the snow, just like sending a million to a millionaire, people will thank you in their hearts, but sending a bowl of rice to a beggar who is on the verge of starvation can make the beggar give his life to you, and now is the opportunity to do so.

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Wuji's mouth, although he didn't want Mingjiao and the six major factions to fight too hard, when he saw the Mingjiao disciples who were killed everywhere, he was indeed extremely uncalm in his heart, the shouting and killing sound from afar was already earth-shattering, and the Mingjiao sect was killed in the middle of the night, and the members of the Mingjiao sect would definitely fight to the death to recapture the holy area, and the rest of the six major factions at the foot of the mountain could take advantage of the Mingjiao people's panic and rush back to help, and break through the Mingjiao's defense line in one fell swoop.

The six major factions took advantage of the fact that the Ming Sect had no leader and the sect was constantly strife, and it could be said that they had taken advantage of the time and people, and the secret path provided by Cheng Kun had lost even the little bit of geographical advantage that the Ming Sect had.

Zhang Wuji shook his head and hurried towards the council hall, he expected that in this hurry, the Shaolin and Wudang factions had nowhere to go except to detain them on the spot, and sure enough, in front of the council hall, there were more than a dozen Shaolin monks standing, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but sigh, isn't this clearly telling people, Yang Xiao and they are here?

"Who is the Venerable Driver?" a monk shouted loudly, took two steps forward, and stopped Zhang Wuji who was walking towards him, and the other monks were either sticks or knives, as if they were facing a great enemy. An old monk proclaimed the Buddha's name and walked out of it.

The group of monks got out of the way together, Zhang Wuji walked in front of the monks, looking at the appearance of this old monk, it should be the highest among these monks, and smiled loudly: "I heard that all the masters in the Shaolin Temple believe in Buddhism, I don't know if it's or not?"

The old monk clasped his hands together: "Exactly!" But he said in his heart: Isn't this nonsense? The monk doesn't believe in Buddhism, does he believe in Brother Chun?

Zhang Chaoqun saw that his hair was white, his eyebrows were kind, and he seemed to be a high-ranking monk, and he couldn't help but be surprised, the four great monks of Shaolin, empty news, empty view, empty nature, and empty wisdom, among which empty sight was dead, but he didn't know who this person was?

The old monk said solemnly: "Don't you dare to be a Zen master, the old man is empty, Shakyamuni cut meat and fed the eagle, naturally I have heard of it." ”

Zhang Wuji was secretly surprised, this old monk is not one of the four great monks, but he is an empty generation, thinking that he is a pedantic old man who sits in the temple every day and recites scriptures, and does not come out much to increase his popularity.

Zhang Wuji smiled and said: "Shakyamuni went out one day and met an eagle chasing a pigeon, Shakyamuni saw that this pigeon was going to become food for the eagle, and when he was compassionate, he hid the pigeon in his arms......

When the monks heard him mention the allusions of the Buddha, they all called the Buddha's name, abandoned the blade, and sat on the ground and crossed their knees.

The eagle said to Shakyamuni, "Shakyamuni, you have great mercy and saved the pigeon's life, can you bear to see me starve to death?" Shakyamuni said, "I can't bear to hurt this innocent pigeon, and I can't bear to starve to death because of it, I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" So Shakyamuni took out a scale, and put the pigeon on one side and the meat cut from himself on the other. When Shakyamuni cut off the last piece of meat, the scales were finally balanced, and the heavens and the earth changed color, and Shakyamuni became the ancestor of Buddhism. ”

Speaking of which, all the monks proclaimed the Buddha's name in unison, and the empty industry was even more pious, but Zhang Wuji was thinking, this Buddhist story is really interesting, and the pigeon doesn't know what breed it is, and it is so fat? Sakyamuni cut the whole flesh to balance the scales, but it is also strange, either the pigeon is too fat, or the Sakyamuni is too thin, or the scale is a fake and shoddy product.

"This story is about the Buddha's love for sentient beings, not leaving sentient beings, the master of emptiness, the precepts of the monks, and the younger generations also know a little bit about it, the eight precepts of Buddhism, abstaining from killing, abstaining from stealing, abstaining from beauty, abstaining from lying, etc., have all living beings included these people who were killed by your Shaolin Temple monks today?"

Kongye's body trembled, his face turned pale, and he pondered for a moment: "The five precepts in the Miscellaneous Ahama Sutra, the first one, the precept of killing, the precept of harming life with one's selfish desires, as for the dedication to defend the community, it is a manifestation of compassion and bravery. The demon sect and demons rape and plunder, and do all kinds of evil, so we Buddhist disciples should naturally fight and subdue demons and eliminate demons. ”

Zhang Wuji said with a smile: "Although these cadres and others are all in the top of the light, but there are also most ordinary miscellaneous servants who do not have martial arts, can they also do evil? Besides, no matter how deep the sin is, you should also use the Dharma to dispel their anger, so that they can change their evil ways and return to the right path, have you done this? The Buddha cut meat and fed the eagle, the pigeon is certainly good, and the eagle is evil, but did the Buddha abandon the eagle? Your Buddha said that all beings are equal, but in your eyes, are all beings equal? Master of Empty Karma, the sins you have committed today are not small. ”

The empty karma beard trembled, his face was like ashes, and he closed his eyes and recited the scriptures, without saying a word. Zhang Wuji stepped forward proudly and said, "Everyone get out of the way, I don't want to hurt anyone." ”

A stout monk shouted, "Boy, what are you going to do?"

Zhang Wuji smiled: "I'm going to go in and take people away, okay?"

The monk said, "So you are a demon of the Demon Sect!" picked up the long stick and swept it towards Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji laughed loudly, dodged and dodged, used fighting skills, and knocked the monk down with one punch, this punch was extremely fast, as fast as a dragon, and it was even more concise, just a few seconds, the monk was already muffled and collapsed to the ground. The group of monks exclaimed in surprise, picked up their blades one after another, and surrounded Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji turned a deaf ear to the group of monks, and only looked at the empty industry: "Master, I said, I don't want to hurt people, don't force me." ”

Kongye let out a long breath, slowly stood up and said: "Little donor, although you were reasonable just now, but Senior Brother Kongzhi confessed that he wanted Lao Wei to guard the people inside, and Lao Wei did not dare to disobey, if they are willing to be arrested, we should invite them to Shaolin Temple, listen to Buddhism, and resolve their sins, but they are stubborn, and we have to fight violence with violence, this is really a last resort, if you must go in, win the battle against Lao Gao." ”

Zhang Wuji said: "Master of the empty industry, please." But he said in his heart: The master has been telling you for a long time, but I don't want to do anything with you and lose strength, but you still want to fight, and you will fight, am I still afraid that you will not succeed?

The monks retreated one after another, blocking the door of the council chamber. Zhang Wuji thought to himself: It's okay, it's better to frustrate your sharpness.

He bowed: "Master, please." ”