While Ming Xiaohe was chatting with them, an old monk with white temples and a robe walked towards Ming Xiaohe with a group of young monks.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is lonely, and he has seen the benefactor!" Xuan Lin recited the Buddha's name to Ming Xiaohe, bent down slightly and saluted:

"I don't know why the donor wants to embarrass my Shaolin Temple, is there anything about my Shaolin Temple that offends the donor?"

"Master Xuan Lin laughed, the master just wants to borrow the "Yijin Sutra" of your temple to take a look, and he also wants to kill someone here! If your temple cooperates, I promise that it will not cause any adverse effects on your temple. ”

Ming Xiaohe said it was easy, the treasure of the town temple of Shaolin Temple in "Yijin Sutra", Shaolin will borrow!

I also want to open a killing ring in Shaolin Temple, the place of Buddhism, and let the face of Taishan Beidou in Shaolin Temple go!

"Hehe, if your temple doesn't cooperate, I can only make your temple pay some price, and ask the master to transfer my original words to Abbot Xuanci."

Ming Xiaohe smiled and said, as for what the Shaolin Temple thinks, he doesn't care, anyway, he is ready to fight.

"In this case, the poor monk also asks the donor to think twice, as for your words, I will pass them on to the abbot as they are."

Since Ming Xiaohe is determined to come to find trouble, there is no need for him to waste time with quotas.

After Xuan Lin finished speaking, he left with a group of monks.

Those high-level officials of Shaolin Temple were furious after hearing Ming Xiaohe's original words, "Yijin Sutra" is the treasure of Shaolin Temple and can be shown to people at will, if they are like this, let others look at Shaolin Temple like this, how can this Taishan Beidou be.

They don't believe that a Ming Xiaohe can turn their Shaolin Temple upside down.

Abbot Xuanci just said plainly: Please let him go down the mountain!

This time, it was not those high-ranking monks who went to the Xuanzi generation, but sent a little monk who didn't know martial arts.

Let this be secretly said to Ming Xiaohe: You Ming Xiaohe is nothing in front of my Shaolin Temple, learn to be smart, and go down the mountain quickly.

"Little monk Xuzhu, I have seen the donor, Abbot Xuanci asks you to leave this Shaomu Mountain." Xuzhu respectfully bowed to Ming Xiaohe and saluted.

Because Ming Xiaohe cut off Hu first, Wuyazi passed on his skills and took away Xuzhu's luck, so that Xuzhu is still a little monk who doesn't know martial arts.

"Xuan Ci, you sent your son over, but don't blame me."

Ming Xiaohe grabbed the Xuzhu who didn't know martial arts on the spot, and handed it to Li Qingluo for them to guard.

Ming Xiaohe took Ling Bo with slight steps, came to the martial arts arena outside the gate of Shaolin Temple, and used his internal force to gather in his throat: "Today, I invite the world's heroes to gather in Shaomu Mountain, in order to tell you a few things for more than 20 years. ”

Ming Xiaohe's voice expands through internal force, and basically anyone in the entire Shaolin Temple can hear it.

Those Shaolin high-level officials in the Daxiong Treasure Hall heard Ming Xiaohe's voice and walked out of the Daxiong Hall angrily.

Xuan Xiao looked at Ming Xiaohe and scolded:

"Ming Xiaohe, we don't care about you, just let you leave Shaolin Mountain, but you are still trying to provoke me Shaolin, is it really easy for me to bully Shaolin Temple?"

"Hahaha! What about bullying you Shaolin, you Shaolin is not clean, and you don't let others say it? ”

Ming Xiaohe laughed and said, as long as the sweeping monks don't come out, they can do anything about me.

"You ......" The group of senior monks of the Xuanzi generation in Shaolin Temple were all angry and unable to say anything.

"Haha!"

Those martial arts heroes who came to see the play laughed when they heard Ming Xiaohe's words

"Demons, Hugh is rampant! Pick me up. ”

"Shaolin Luohan Boxing!"

Xuan Lin couldn't stand Ming Xiaohe's words, and directly shot to teach Ming Xiaohe a lesson, and as soon as he made a move, it was Shaolin 72 stunts.

"Kanglong has no regrets!"

"Don't measure yourself, give me a retreat!"

Ming Xiaohe shouted, and directly played a move to descend the dragon eighteen palms, and the surging internal force like the sea was instantly released from Ming Xiaohe's body, attacking Xuan Lonely.

Xuan Lone's strength is also the realm of the congenital peak stage, how can he catch Ming Xiaohe's palm, Ming Xiaohe's palm instantly broke Xuan Lone's "Shaolin Arhat Fist", hit Xuan Lonely's body, shook it nearly ten meters, and fell to the ground.

"Hahaha! Your Shaolin Temple is really interesting, as long as you are an enemy, you will deduct the title of a demon to others. ”

Ming Xiaohe laughed at first, then looked at the kind-looking abbot Xuanci and asked:

"Abbot Xuanci, do you have a rule in Shaolin Temple: no killing.

May I ask the highly respected abbot Xuanci, has he ever killed a woman who has no power to restrain a chicken? ”

After Abbot Xuanci heard Ming Xiaohe's words, he hesitated a little, as if he was recalling something.

"My senior brother usually walks for fear of hurting ants, let alone killing people."