After Mu Yi absorbed the Shaolin Xuanzi generation, as well as the wisdom of Xuzhu and Gumo, he didn't care that the sweeping monk and Xiao Yuanshan were on his side, and immediately crossed his knees to refine.

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound in Mu Yi's body, and the incomparably majestic true qi once again opened up a meridian!

"Click!"

His bones were ringing, adjusting, and endless true qi washed over every cell in his body, and a trace of waste blood and impurities was squeezed out of his pores little by little, and was shocked into powder by the true qi around him!

"Uncle Shi, you, you are so conniving at mysteries, my Shaolin is about to be destroyed!"

Xuan Ci's face was covered with sweat, and he lay on the ground extremely weakly, panting and crying to complain to the sweeping monk.

Decades of cultivation are once lost, he can't accept it, and every monk in the Xuanzi generation is difficult to accept.

"Amitabha!"

The sweeping monk lowered his eyebrows, sighed lowly, and said: "Abbot, I have lost my strength, but I can be honest and avoid disasters, how can Shaolin be in danger?" ”

"The old monk has been in Shaolin for more than 40 years, and he has seen Shaolin commanding martial arts with his own eyes, and he has also seen many disadvantages of Shaolin."

"Shaolin has been glorious for a hundred years, and it has been at the top of the world for a long time, so it is inevitable to be arrogant, to be domineering, and to be bent on fame and fortune."

"The brothers of the Lingzi generation have passed away, and the old monks do not praise the judgment, but more than 30 monks of the Xuanzi generation, except for the Xuanku, the rest do not practice Buddhism, although they are outside the world, but a heart has fallen into the rolling red dust, competing for fame and fortune, how can they be detached, how can they become Buddhas?"

"Now, if you lose your force, it is a good thing to be able to make you and others realize it!"

"Uncle Shi, martial arts are the weapon of protecting the Dao, and now that we have lost the weapon of protecting the Dao, how can we become enlightened?" Xuan said angrily.

"Did the Buddha Shakyamuni become a Buddha by force? Bodhidharma Patriarch's martial arts are at the top, and he has transformed the world, does he rely on force? ”

The sweeping monk bowed to the solemn, compassionate and solemn Shakyamuni Dharma in the temple, "Amitabha, the Buddha has never done anything with people in his life, and the Bodhidharma Patriarch would rather self-immolate and die in order to educate the bandits, does Buddhism need martial arts to protect?" ”

"Shaolin martial arts, not Buddhism, but fame and fortune!"

"This ......"

Xuan Ci, Xuan Lin and others were speechless, not to mention martial arts cultivation, even if they debated Buddhism, Xuan Ci and others were 108,000 miles away from sweeping monks.

In the end, Xuan Ci could only forcibly say: "Uncle Shi, this time the beggar gang is menacing, uneasy and kind, we have lost our martial arts again, how can we resist this crisis?" ”

"I'll resist!"

At this moment, Mu Yi stood up suddenly, his eyes were bright and sharp, blazing, and contained an extremely strong coercion.

His gaze swept over this group of Shaolin high-level officials, and said categorically: "Since I have absorbed your skills, then this crisis will be resolved by me!" ”

Xuan Lin and the others were swept away by Mu Yi's eagle-like gaze, and they all subconsciously dodged.

If the martial arts are lost, they can still practice again, after all, Mu Yi did not break their dantian.

But if he is angered and sent to the West Heaven Bliss by Mu Yi without saying a word, then it will really be empty and six pure.

However, Xuan Ci was not so afraid, he propped up his body, sat cross-legged, and did not lose the bearing of the Shaolin abbot, and said to Mu Yi: "Amitabha, Xuanji, even if you can repel them for a while, can you still make this group of lawless martial arts people not covet Shaolin for the rest of their lives?" When you're gone, I'm Shaolin just a fish on the chopping board, and I can't just let others slaughter it? ”

"Wouldn't it be nice to let these people who gather in Shaomuro Mountain enjoy the same treatment as you?" Mu Yi said casually.

Xuan Ci felt a chill in his heart, looked at Mu Yi with an expressionless face, and secretly said that this person had fallen into a demon.

"What about the imperial court? The martial arts are weak, how can the imperial court not seize the opportunity to wipe out the Central Plains martial arts? ”

Xuan Ci had a keen insight into the hidden dangers caused by Mu Yi's move.

"The Imperial Court?"

Mu Yi smiled and said, "You didn't gather in the mountains and forests and set yourself up as the king. Today, the Great Liao, Western Xia, and Tubo are eyeing the Song Dynasty, so the imperial court will not force the anti-martial arts at this time. ”

"Moreover, as long as all the Shaolin land, gold and silver are handed over, the destruction of Shaolin will not only be unprofitable, but will also cause internal turmoil, I think, those far-sighted ministers in the DPRK and China will not advocate doing anything to Shaolin."

"You're ......!"

Xuan Ci's face was pale, and he pointed at Mu Yi and trembled: "How can I hand over my Shaolin century-old foundation to others?!" Xuanji, you are a Shaolin sinner! ”

"Oh, all iniquity is upon me." Mu Yi flicked his sleeves and strode out of the hall, and a calm and indifferent voice came from afar: "If the Buddha blames, one day, I will ask him in person." ”

"After this battle, I will invite the king of Zhennan to enter the Biandu to face the saint, and present the Shaolin good deeds to the son of heaven, the abbot, and prepare the record."

Xuan Ci was stunned, and then sighed: "Uncle Shi, he has fallen into the devil......"

"Amitabha!" The sweeping monk sighed sadly, but didn't say anything, but folded his hands and said to Xuan Ci: "Abbot, the cycle of cause and effect, retribution is not happy." The cause and effect you owed back then should be repaid today. ”

"Cause and effect owed back then." Xuan Ci seemed to have been prepared, looked at Xiao Yuanshan, folded his hands and said: "Old donor Xiao, the first battle of Yanmen Pass was indeed the fault of the poor monks. ”

"Okay, since you admit it, then the account between us will be settled today." Xiao Yuanshan looked at Xuan Ci with hatred in his eyes, and said coldly: "Originally, I planned to let you Xuan Ci be ruined, so as to relieve the hatred in the old man's heart, but the master is kind to me, so the old man will settle accounts with you here." ”

"Please!"

Xuan Ci's white eyebrows lowered, his eyes were full of calmness, and he made a gesture of invitation to Xiao Yuanshan, showing the bearing of a sect master!

Seeing this, Xiao Yuanshan sneered: "Xuan Ci, you look like a man now, but you don't have a bit of manliness in what you do!" ”

"Lord Xiao, my Shaolin is the leader of the martial arts, and the abbot is my Shaolin master, and his status is noble, you can liquidate the cause and effect, but slandering the abbot and tarnishing my Shaolin's century-old reputation, my Shaolin will not agree!" The first seat of the Discipline Academy, Xuan Silence, shouted in a loud voice.

"Huh!"

Xiao Yuanshan sneered, pointed at Xuan Ci, and asked loudly at the two generations of Shaolin Xuan and Hui monks: "Fellow monks, a person abandons his wife and children, and does not bear a little responsibility, causing women to go crazy and kill people without calculation, can such people be called men?" ”

"Amitabha!"

The monks sang the Buddha's name, but they did not answer the question. Because the monks know that the person Xiao Yuanshan said is the abbot, if they agree with Xiao Yuanshan, wouldn't they be slapping Shaolin in the face?

"Hahahaha!"

Xiao Yuanshan laughed sarcastically, hearing hundreds of meters, and even laughed out of tears.

After a long time, he pointed to a group of monks and said sarcastically: "There is a huge Shaolin, and he says that he must abide by the rules and precepts, but no one has done it!" No wonder the monk allowed Namuyi to do something to you! ”

"It's no wonder that Na Mu Yi doesn't miss the same door at all!"

"If a monk doesn't speak the simplest precept, you can't do it, so what kind of face do you have to lead Buddhism?"

Xuan Lin and the others didn't care what Xiao Yuanshan said at all, in their opinion, what monks don't speak, is it important to be worthy of Shaolin's century-old reputation?

Only Xuan was so embarrassed that his face was red, but he didn't say a word.

Seeing this, Xiao Yuanshan was furious. You cherish feathers and value the Shaolin signboard, then I will let your abbot tear off this fig leaf with his own hands!

He turned sharply to Xuan Ci and said viciously: "Xuan Ci, you soft egg who has the courage to do it but doesn't have the courage to admit it, when you met a woman in the Purple Cloud Cave, and the woman became pregnant, you asked Granny Qiao to deliver her, all kinds of things, do you want me to say it in public?" ”

"If you confess it with your own mouth, I will tell you the whereabouts of your child; If not, I will go and kill the evil seed after this incident! ”

As soon as these words came out, the monks shouted in unison. The look of surprise, horror, contempt, anger, fear, and pity on the faces of the monks is indescribable.

The abbot of Xuanci is highly respected, and the Shaolin monks all admire him, who would have thought that he would do such a thing?

"Amitabha!" At this time, Xuan Ci finally couldn't hold back, he whispered a Buddha name, looked at Xiao Yuanshan and the monks and said: "Yesterday's cause, today's effect, the cycle of cause and effect is not happy." I made mistakes in the past, and it is too late to repay the cause and effect today. ”

Then he looked at Xiao Yuanshan again, and said sincerely and sadly: "Old donor Xiao, the battle of Yanmen Pass back then ruined your family, such a mistake, the old man is hard to redeem, but my son is innocent, I hope that the old donor Xiao will not implicate the innocent." ”

"Since the old benefactor Xiao wants the old man to tell him about his sins, the old man should repent and pray in front of my Buddha."

Saying that, Xuan Ci took off his abbot's robe, took off the abbot's rosary around his neck, and placed them neatly in front of the monks one by one, and made a Buddhist salute to the monks, saying: "Amitabha, the poor monks have a loss of virtue, all the junior brothers, please allow the poor monks to resign from the position of abbot." ”

After the ceremony, Xuan Ci turned to face Xiao Yuanshan, his face was extremely quiet and peaceful, and said, "Old donor Xiao, the poor monk will start before the battle of Yanmen Pass." ”

Then, in front of Xiao Yuanshan, Shaolin monks, Zhujian, Jujian and others, Xuan Ci slowly revealed the secret that had been sealed for thirty years.

"Thirty years ago, Lao Qu got the news from Murong Bo, who had always respected Gusu, saying that the Khitan warriors were going to come to Shaolin Temple to seize the martial arts classics, so the Central Plains martial arts were led by Lao Qu and gathered a large number of heroes to go to Yanmen Pass to ambush the donor's family......"

"Later, I fell in love with Erniang at first sight, because the identity of the old man was inconvenient to disclose, so it was convenient for Ziyun Cave and Erniang to have a tryst......"

The secret buried at the bottom of the long river of time was slowly excavated, and the monks realized that it turned out that all the causal cycles originated from a fake news thirty years ago, and Murong Bo's scheming was really unfathomable.

"Old Donor Xiao, now that Murong Bo has been killed by Xuanji, and his son Murong Fu has also died, you want to seek revenge from them, but you can't."

"Thirty years ago, in the First World War, a group of people such as me were killed by the donor, and the rest were also seriously injured due to internal injuries, and they flew to the Western Elysium one after another."

"Now, there is only one survivor of the first war, Mr. Xiao, whether you kill or scrape, listen to it!"

After speaking, Xuan Ci sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and waited for death!

At the gate of Shaomuro Mountain, there are gongs and drums, blowing and blowing, and those who don't know think that it is a trip for court officials.

Mu Yi held the sword in his hand, standing calmly under the gate of Shaomu Mountain, his eyes bright and deep with a little expectation, waiting for the arrival of the big battle......