After Shangguan Xiong left, Huo Yuanzhen knew that the 7,000 troops would come to Shaolin soon

Maybe it's today!

Shaolin Temple currently has more than 300 monks, including more than 240 monks, more than 70 monks, the oldest is Yichen has been sent away by himself, the youngest, not yet 17 years old

He is also young, but Huo Yuanzhen never thought that he was young, and he was a human being in two lives, which made him see through a lot of things, and he was still relatively old in his heart.

After seeing Yichen being taken away, the monks of Shaolin Temple slowly gathered around from everywhere.

They also all know that Shaolin is about to face an unprecedented catastrophe.

In the past, when the Jianghu people came here, they would use various means to provoke and fight, but those were not enough to shake the foundation of Shaolin.

But now it's different, these armies don't pay attention to any morality with the Shaolin Temple, and they don't play some conspiracy with you, they just use knives to kill people.

Three hundred against seven thousand, Shaolin has no chance of winning!

What's more, among these 300 people, we still have to get rid of those literary monks, and we also have to get rid of those ordinary warrior monks who have joined Shaolin for a short time and are not proficient in their skills.

There are definitely no more than two hundred that can really form combat power!

Yikong came to Huo Yuanzhen's side, sighed and said, "Abbot, we can't sit still like this. ”

"Do you think we're going to lose?"

Yikong shook his head: "The poor monk is not familiar with martial arts, and he doesn't dare to say anything about winning or losing, but in the eyes of the poor monk, no matter whether he wins or loses this time, the Shaolin Temple will suffer heavy losses, abbot, I Shaolin was first built, and it didn't take long to prosper, so I can't be destroyed in the war!"

Huo Yuanzhen didn't answer, but looked at the monks around him.

The people around didn't speak, they were all waiting for Huo Yuanzhen to make a decision, but Huo Yuanzhen could see that most of these people were deeply worried.

They were worried, fearing that they would die in this winless battle.

Huo Yuan could really understand their feelings, the foundation of Shaolin really couldn't be destroyed, but he didn't allow Guan Tianzhao's army to enter the temple he had established single-handedly.

Although most of the buildings in Shaolin are made of the system and are extremely strong, if the fire keeps burning, Huo Yuanzhen does not dare to guarantee that the system buildings will not be burned down.

After all, steel can be melted, and there is nothing really that cannot be destroyed.

Even if these buildings are preserved, what about the other related infrastructure of Shaolin?

What else can be preserved, those bedrooms, dining halls, and the construction of the back mountain, and even the ground, walls, and plants of this temple will be destroyed in one fell swoop.

Huo Yuanzhen couldn't accept such an ending, but what about the fate of the monks?

Huo Yuanzhen decided to give the monks a chance to choose freely.

"Shaolin disciples, this time it is time for my Shaolin life and death, this abbot can tell you that if you die in Shaolin, you may not be able to go to Elysium, let alone think that you can go to the Pure Land, you are likely to die and turn into dust, although we believe in cause and effect, but this abbot does not even dare to guarantee that you can enter reincarnation, because I have not been there. ”

Hearing that the abbot had a little humor at this time, the simple faces of the Shaolin monks showed a faint wry smile, yes, when it is really time to go to the end, who can guarantee where he will go after death?

Walking slowly into the middle of the crowd, people gave way anyway.

Walking all the way to the edge of the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda, Huo Yuanzhen went up the steps of the pagoda and silently stroked the railings of the white marble.

The quality of these railings is really good, it is obviously white marble, but there is still no trace of wear and tear.

"The poor monk does not ask you to live and die with Shaolin, because this time, it is almost the end of death, the poor monk hopes that my Shaolin can preserve the vitality, everyone can live well, and after this incident, Guan Tianzhao's qi will be about the same, so I Shaolin will definitely have a prosperous day." ”...,

"However, this is Shaolin, which was established by poor monks, and poor monks can't leave. ”

Huo Yuanzhen spoke, his eyes swept over the faces of the monks below one by one.

Seeing the abbot's gaze sweeping, many people lowered their heads in shame, and the abbot said that he couldn't leave, which has already shown his attitude, how should he deal with it?

Yijing next to him seemed to open his mouth to speak, but Huo Yuanzhen waved his hand to stop him.

"I believe that Guan Tianzhao's army is about to come, they have a clear purpose to come to my Shaolin, and as soon as they come, it will definitely be a tragic and crazy battle, defeated, will be slaughtered, so now, this abbot let you choose freely, I will now enter the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda to rest for a while, after a stick of incense, still choose to stay, then you have to stay and fight with Guan Tianzhao's army, choose to leave, please leave Shaolin within a stick of incense, after this time do not leave, the poor monk will regard it as automatically staying." ”

After finishing speaking, Huo Yuanzhen lit a stick of incense on the first floor of the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda, and then got up and went up to the second floor by himself, without saying a word to everyone.

Everyone in Shaolin stood outside the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda, you look at me, I look at you, and they didn't speak.

In fact, many people have the intention of retreating in their hearts, but they are just waiting for the first person to stand up.

Seeing that no one was talking, as one of the oldest people in Shaolin, he coughed and was about to speak.

But before he could say it, Yijing first said: "Senior Brother Yikong, you monks can't go into battle in person, you stay in the rear to cook food and water for us, don't let the warrior monks go hungry to fight!"

There was a pause, "Senior brother ̈." ”

"Don't be embarrassed, our logistics still depend on you, senior brother. ”

Yijing and Yikong said a few words, and then said to everyone: "Abbot, Senior Brother Yikong and me, our three brothers have been together since the day Shaolin was first built, and we have never separated. ”

was preempted by Yijing to speak, and Yikong was a little embarrassed, opened his mouth, and decided to wait for the time being and see how others reacted.

"Amitabha! The poor monk's life was saved by the abbot, and he entered Shaolin through it, he has long regarded Shaolin as his home, and was favored by the abbot, serving as the first seat of the Luohan Hall.

Hui Wu's voice rang like a bell, and he stood firmly by Yijing's side.

"Amitabha, our eighteen brothers are not leaving, how good it is in Shaolin, do you still want to be thieves when you leave?"

After Hui spoke, the eighteen arhats also walked out of the crowd and came to Yijing's side.

"Officers and soldiers are also human beings, and they will die if they go down with a sword, there is nothing to be afraid of. ”

After that, Huijian also walked out, at this time, the scripture pavilion has been locked, no longer open to the public, and the scriptures inside have been carried out, so there is no one to guard it for the time being.

The newly generated scriptures in it can be picked up every two days.

As someone took the lead, the warrior monks who had intended to stay came out one after another and expressed their willingness to stay.

After a while, the team of more than 300 people was divided into two sides, one side was the warrior monks led by Yijing, there were about 150 people.

On the one hand, there are literary monks led by Yikong, and there are some warrior monks who are weaker or not very optimistic about the future of Shaolin.

One of the empty opinions is very important, he has a high prestige among the monks, how he said to stay, many monks will choose to stay.

And if the monks all stay, then the warrior monks are probably embarrassed not to stay.

Seeing that Yikong was still hesitating, Yijing stepped forward again and said to Yikong: "Senior brother, in fact, the most terrifying thing is not the officers and soldiers, sometimes, the people around you can also make you ascend to Bliss early." ”...,

"Senior brother.!"

Yikong was suddenly shocked to find that his junior brother, who had never spoken much, had his eyes a little red at the moment, his breathing was heavy, and he seemed to be trying to suppress his emotions.

What's wrong with him!

And he is nakedly threatening himself, yes, Ichikong believes that if he still insists on leaving, I am afraid that he will not be able to get out of Shaolin today, and he will die in the hands of this junior brother before he meets the officers and soldiers.

sighed deeply, turned around, and said to the crowd behind him: "The poor monk is willing to stay, boil water for my Shaolin monks to cook, and heal the injured, although the poor monk is not skilled in martial arts, but these things can still be done."

Seeing that Yikong said to stay, Huizhen and Huiming also expressed their intention to stay.

In fact, these two people are inclined to stay in their hearts, but if you don't speak as soon as you are the capital of the monks, the two of them naturally want to wait and see.

All three of them said they stayed, and most of the monks were the only ones who looked to them, and immediately some people continued to express their willingness to stay.

Seeing that there are fewer and fewer people left in the monks, those warrior monks finally can't hold their faces and come out one after another.

More and more people were willing to stay, and in the end, only about forty people remained who had not made a choice.

These are all those who think that Shaolin's hope is no longer great, and it is difficult to shake their desperation.

Yijing saw that these people were not moving, he was annoyed, and he was about to speak, and suddenly in the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda, Huo Yuanzhen walked out.

"Senior Brother Abbot, these people are one. ”

Huo Yuanzhen waved his hand and said to Hui Zhen: "You go and get some scattered silver coins and distribute them to these disciples, after all, I am a Shaolin disciple, don't slack off." ”

Hui Zhen nodded in agreement, and immediately went back to get some silver taels and distributed them to the monk who was determined to leave

These silver taels given by Huo Yuanzhen were all a little whimpering.

"Amitabha, everyone, out of my Shaolin Gate, not for Shaolin people, although parting is imminent, but it is not worth being a child, I hope you will do it well!"

After finishing speaking, Huo Yuanzhen turned around and said to everyone: "The time has come, all Shaolin disciples who are willing to stay must perform their duties, and next, the poor monk will assign tasks to everyone." ”

Those who left began to go out, and the rest began to work on the battle plan.

And just at the foot of the mountain, the personal guards of the thousand Guan Tianzhao have almost arrived at the mountain gate of the Shaolin Temple!

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