In the world of wind and clouds, Shaolin Wudang has been closed for many years. And today, a man dressed as a swordsman stood under the gate of the Shaolin Temple again.

The Sword Emperor stood in front of the temple gate in Shaolin, and his eyes were filled with the dilapidated gate and the cobwebs on the mahogany door.

"Knock knock" The Sword Emperor stretched out his hand and slapped heavily on the door, making a dull sound.

The "Crunch" Sword Emperor kept knocking for a while before the gate of the Shaolin Temple was opened. First of all, a bald little monk poked his head out of the crack in the door.

"This benefactor, my Shaolin has closed the mountain for a hundred years, and I don't see outsiders!" The little monk folded his hands and bowed to the Sword Emperor.

"Get the Great Evil King, I'll turn around and leave!" The Sword Emperor glanced at the little monk, and then pushed open the door under the opposition of the little monk, and walked in without saying a word.

"Donor, donor!" The little monk hurriedly followed, but the Sword Emperor ignored it and walked towards the main hall.

The brick-paved ground is pitted, the brick joints are overgrown with weeds, and the houses inside the temple are in ruins. A qiē and a qiē are all showing the decline of this thousand-year-old temple.

"Amitabha, the old Shaolin abbot Shi Yongxin, I have seen the donor!" An old monk in the main hall walked out lightly, and after a little glance at the Queen of the Sword, he saluted.

"You are the abbot of Shaolin! Where's your martial arts! Looking at the old monk in front of him, the Sword Emperor frowned, because this monk was dressed in a monk's uniform and looked like he had no martial arts at all.

"Amitabha, the old man is practicing Buddhism, not martial arts!" The old monk smiled compassionately, as if the Shaolin Temple really wanted to practice Buddhism!

No, what does Shaolin Temple do if it doesn't practice Buddhism!

It's not right, only practicing Buddhism in the rivers and lakes is inevitable, but it is inevitable that swords and soldiers will be added!

"Monk, I won't talk nonsense with you, hand over the Great Evil King and I'll turn around and leave!" The Sword Emperor, who thought about it for a while, was relieved of the doubts in his heart, and said in a deep voice to the old monk.

"Amitabha, the old man doesn't know what the donor is talking about!" The smile on the old monk's face remained unchanged, and his eyes were full of sincerity.

"I don't know! Toast without eating and eating penalty wine! The Sword Emperor snorted coldly, and the Zhengming knife in his hand swung out, cutting the little monk beside him into two pieces.

"Amitabha!"

Blood splashed on the old monk's face, and the old monk gently closed his eyes and chanted the Buddha's name, not changing the calm color on his face.

"Do you know now?" The Sword Emperor put the Zhengming knife in his hand on the old monk's neck and asked word by word.

"Monks don't speak!" The old monk still shook his head, not wanting to say a word.

"Who dares to come to Shaolin to make trouble!"

"Quick, protect the abbot!"

With the stalemate between the two, dozens of Shaolin warrior monks armed with monk sticks rushed out from all directions, tightly surrounding the Sword Emperor in the middle.

"Stand down," the Shaolin abbot glanced at the monks beside him, and said in a deep voice.

"Abbot!" Dozens of monks were puzzled and did not understand what the abbot meant.

"Stand down," the abbot snorted as he watched the monk unmoved, and waved his sleeves behind him.

"This!" The warrior monks looked at the blood stains on the ground, and then at the smiling Sword Emperor, and they didn't worry that the abbot was with this person.

"Old monk, hand over the Great Evil King, otherwise I will wash Shaolin in blood today!"

The sword in the sword emperor's hand glittered in the sun, but the old monk looked like he was looking at his nose, nose, mouth, and heart.

"Good bald donkey, I'll see how long you can endure it!" The Sword Emperor is not a fasting Buddha, seeing that the old monk looks like he can't splash water, the Sword Emperor raised his big knife and slashed behind him.

The silver-white sword qi was beautiful in the sun, and the flying blood mist after the sword qi made this thousand-year-old temple even more beautiful to kill.

"Monk, say it or not!" The sword emperor raised and fell, and the rolling head fell to the ground.

"Amitabha"

"Shaolin Temple actually doesn't practice martial arts! It's ridiculous! Kill" The Sword Emperor swung out again, and the dozens of monks behind him were killed or injured in more than half.

"Amitabha, good, good!" The old monk chanted the Buddha's name and did not explain why today's Shaolin does not practice martial arts.

The Great Evil King is a jealous soldier of heaven, which contains an incomparable evil nature and a curse on the heavens. And after the Shaolin monk brought the great evil king back to the Shaolin Temple, every year the master lost his mind and became a murderer.

And after three hundred years of exploration, the Shaolin monks found out why. That is, the great evil king is fierce and evil, and three hundred years of suppression not only failed to eliminate his evil nature, but made it even worse. And around it, as long as it is a person with martial arts, it will be induced to have the demonic nature of the heart, until it falls into the demonic path. Therefore, today's Shaolin Temple is forbidden to practice martial arts, and the monks who practice martial arts are all scattered out of the Shaolin Temple.

According to the recent table of the Great Evil King, as long as there are decades of time, Shaolin can use Buddhism to completely suppress the evil nature of the Great Evil King, so there is no room for error.

"Monk, don't hand over to the Great Evil King!" The Sword Emperor shouted loudly and raised the big knife in his hand again.

"Buddhism says, the Buddha cut the meat to feed the eagle, with the heart of the small self, into the meaning of the big self, Amitabha Buddha" The old monk couldn't bear to see the killing of the Sword Emperor anymore, but turned around and sat down cross-legged in front of the main hall.

The great bhikshu asked the elder Subodhi if he could see it with his body. Elder Su Bodhi replied that every qiē Dharma appearance is false, and it is not allowed to see it as it is."

The old monk crossed his knees on the ground and spoke high-pitched scriptures, and then the scriptures came and went, and finally disappeared between heaven and earth.

"Abbot!" The monks cried in unison, because with the end of the scriptures, the old monk had passed away in front of the main hall of Rulai, and he showed his persistence by dying.

"Okay, good monk, what a couple of hits! But the Great Evil King, I am determined to win, Master, offended! ”

Looking at the abbot who would rather die in front of his eyes than tell the whereabouts of the Great Evil King, the Sword Emperor bowed his head slightly to show his respect. After all, such a person is rare in the world.

The Sword Emperor flew to the main hall, and his body was shocked by the abbot's body, and he stepped into the main hall.

"Where? Where is the Great Evil King? The Sword Emperor kept rummaging in front of the Buddha statue, and behind him there were more and more cries, and finally they rang out.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour. The Sword Emperor kept rummaging through the Great Evil King, and the sound of chanting sounded outside the door.

"If I hear it, in the future life, if there is a good man or a good woman, who hears the name of the Jizo Bodhisattva Mahasattva, or who is a gassho, a person who admires, who worships, or who admires, then a person who transcends the sins of the thirty eons."

The sound of chanting is connected and resounded in this thousand-year-old temple. It seems that in the blink of an eye, the Shaolin Temple, which was dilapidated after many years of mountain closure, has been brought back to its heyday.

"Senior Brother Abbot!" Just as the chanting was heard one after another, a cry of grief suddenly came.

"Master Shi Wuzun!"

"Uncle Shi! Abbot, he died so miserably, he was forced to die! ”

"Uncle Shi, you have to be the master for us!"

"Uncle Shi, that wicked man is in the main hall now, and many of our brothers have died!"

Shi Wuzun, who was dressed in a fiery red monk's robe, fell from the sky under the shouts of countless disciples, and knelt in front of the abbot with a plop.

"Senior brother, you said that there was a catastrophe today, why did you sue me so late! If we don't practice martial arts, what kind of Shaolin are we, the Great Evil King, is the Great Evil King really that important! ”

Shi Wuzun kowtowed again and again on the abbot's body, recalling the bits and pieces of the past like tears. The bearing of the Shaolin monk in the past has long been lost.

"You are the junior brother of the old monk! Then you say, where is the great evil king? Listening to Shi Wuzun's words outside, the Sword Emperor decisively gave up the blind search, but walked out of the main hall and stood in front of Shi Wuzun.

"The whereabouts of the Great Evil King are known only to my senior brother in the entire Shaolin, and my senior brother is kind-hearted and dedicated to enlightening Buddhism. Such a person who has no quarrel with the world, how can you do it! Shi Wuzun raised his head, and his angry gaze appeared on the Shaolin monk for the first time.

"Whew! This old monk can't think of it himself, I haven't even touched his finger! The Sword Emperor was furious when he heard this, and said in denial.

"Amitabha, the disciple is not filial, and today he is going to open the killing ring in the Mahavira Treasure Hall. I don't go to hell, who goes to hell! ”

Shi Wuzun ignored the Sword Emperor's explanation, and when he stood up, the expression on his face had changed from compassion to murderous intent.

"Amitabha!" As soon as the robe on Shi Wuzun's body swung, he bowed down to the Sword Emperor.

With Shi Wuzun's movements, a black swastika appeared at Shi Wuzun's feet, and the monks behind him couldn't help but take a few steps back in unison.

After getting the Great Evil King, such a scene is no stranger to everyone. And the current Shi Wuzun is what the demons look like after they enter the body.

"My Buddha is merciful, let me send you to the Western Bliss" Shi Wuzun shouted, and instantly became a Buddha into a demon. In response to the old saying, the path of cultivation is short for a thousand years, and the day of entering the devil is long