In fact, there is no need for God to return to call the abbot, the monk who knows the guest suffered a small loss, and went to the abbot to complain early, Zhiyue, this kid has no ability, and immediately went to invite the abbot. As if it had been discussed, Master Abbot Zhishen appeared at the last moment. The snow-white beard fluttered on his chest, reflecting the bald head extraordinarily brightly. The scarlet robe, the thief's thick staff, slammed into the ground. Cold-eyed each other.

It is also Wang Yuanzhi who is stingy, and his heart hurts the three taels of silver, otherwise the monk will bleed heavily. Zhishen looked outside, and his heart trembled with fright. Even Buddha, that person is coming!

On the face, of course, Master Zhishen was silent: Amitabha Buddha turned out to be a Taoist friend of Chaotianguan, and the old man was disrespectful. You are so bold, the whole Dharma Hall faces the wall for three days!

To say that twenty years ago, Zhishen's skills were much stronger than God's return to now. It's a pity that the years have passed, and the old abbot in his fifties and sixties is no longer the year of fighting, and he hasn't made a move for more than ten years. God returned the foolish thought that the abbot would be able to calm down. In fact, his own kung fu is already above the abbot! God doesn't understand, but the abbot can understand it. Wang Yuan didn't know it, and the abbot also pretended not to know. In fact, Wang Yuan knows what he looks like, although Zhishen has not seen it with his own eyes, he has heard of it a long time ago. Rushed up and did him? Inappropriate, inappropriate......

If the next scene is seen, it is guaranteed that the eyeballs will be messed up! Under the shade of the tree at the gate of Shaolin, a large group of monks and Taoists are talking and laughing happily!

Wang Dazhen also educated that Zhishen Zhiyue: People take contentment as pleasure, money and jewelry are harmful to the cultivation of the mind, and today's poor road is scattered with thousands of gold, but also intentionally ignite you, etc., if you understand this painstaking heart, the blessing of the people.

Zhiyue Zhishen Qi said: Exactly, exactly.

But no one mentioned the return of the money. Wang Dazhen was not annoyed in his heart, until the sunset, and finally he didn't want to leave, seeing the silver in that place, the flowers were white......

On the way back, there were laughter and laughter, and the "Taoist priests" were very happy, who in the rivers and lakes could smash the world's largest faction with silver? No! This is the first time for us!

"Master, look," Wang Yuanzhi overheard Li Yuanba shouting. I saw seven or eight villagers lying at the entrance of the village, and when I looked inside, there were all the wounded, not even women and children! The whole village was full of wailing.

It turned out that soon after Wang Yuan knew that they left, one or two hundred thugs came, and when they entered the village, they beat people when they saw them, and three hundred young men came over from the nearby Tugang Village, and finally repelled the bad guys. However, 19 people were killed and more than 400 wounded. Wang Yuanzhi ran to the ancestral hall to see that the dead man was lying on the ground! The village chief, the eldest son of the Fang Bo family, was also among them.

Wang Yuanzhi was extremely angry, it turned out that the monks did not plan to do it themselves, but they had hired accomplices long ago. There were too many wounded, and all of them were knife wounds, gunshot wounds. Under the leadership of Wang Yuanzhi, he was busy in the middle of the night, and then all the injured were drugged, and two more died during this period.

The bloody descendants of the village wanted to take revenge, but the elders stopped them. The night was still dark, the crying was endless all night, and with a cool breeze, Wang Yuanzhi shivered, and suddenly remembered something. Hurriedly found the village elders and gave a few orders. The time was not long, and more than 800 villagers from Tugang Village came, carrying salutes and driving cattle, sheep and livestock. The two villages are one village, and Wang Yuanzhi is a little relieved. At that moment, let the villagers turn off all the lights and let the young people go out to investigate. Sure enough, just after the ugly time, someone reported that a group of people had entered Tugang Village!

Wang Yuanzhi said in his heart: A group of ordinary people, what can they do if they really surround you? It's like an empty city plan.

As soon as the day dawned, people from more than a dozen nearby villages came. Over the years, many villages have been killed and wounded, but there has never been a case of dozens of deaths and hundreds of injuries at a time. In the afternoon, the elders of 25 villages, large and small, gathered in Mugang Village to discuss countermeasures. Wang Yuanzhi didn't say a word. When it got dark, the villagers finally made up their minds. Burned Shaolin tonight!

Wang Yuanzhi seemed a little surprised when he heard the news, these old farmers dared to do such a thing, but he felt that it was also reasonable, and if there was no way to live, he would go to a dead end!

Ziyi learned to stew chicken today and pulled a leg for him to eat. But Wang Yuanzhi didn't taste anything when he chewed it. Outside the window, the villagers were holding firewood in their arms, carrying lard and soybean fat that they were willing to eat during the festival on weekdays, and flocked to the foot of Shaomuro Mountain in groups.

Men and women, young and old, no less than five or six thousand people from all villages, surrounded the Shaolin from all sides, and threw firewood, oil, and torches. The Shaolin Temple was finally set on fire, and hundreds of monks rushed out to kill it. Facing it were thousands of iron hoes and sickles.

The fire burned for three days and three nights, and that night, more than 30 people died in Mugang Village, but this time no one cried.

Wang Yuanzhi and the others changed into civilian clothes and traveled to Shaolin again, which was already a ruined wall. An old monk sat on the ancient steps and laughed: Let's burn incense elsewhere. The Buddha is the old man, and he can't protect himself. Hahaha, it's burned well, it's a positive fruit, it's a positive fruit!

The catcher of Dengfeng County was questioning, and when he saw that the old monk was crazy, he asked more than a dozen little monks next to him. The little monks said: A monk went to refill the lamp oil in the middle of the night, and accidentally set the temple on fire, and he himself burned to death.

The general arrest said: I said, where did the chaotic people make trouble, let this little monk draw a charge, don't say it.

After the confession was recorded, an oil lamp was found from the ruins as physical evidence. It was this lamp that ignited the fire. So the human and material evidence were all available, and then he left satisfied. Before leaving, they interrogated Wang Yuanzhi and his party, but they only said that they were burning incense and worshiping Buddha, and the headhunters couldn't see the depth and ignored them. He also said: The monks are all cults of Fanbang, and the great teachers are strong, so it is better to worship Laojun.

Wang Yuan knew that the old monk was pretending to be crazy, and he must have asked the little monks to speak like this, so he stepped forward and saluted: Master, you can save thousands of lives with one sentence.

The old monk smiled and said: Shaolin has finally been innocent after this fire, just like a pebble, slippery and hard, so burned, it has become ashes, and it is innocent! The rest of the old and young happened to live in this dilapidated temple and chanted the scriptures as usual. It's so good

Wang Yuanzhi was afraid of the government and the monks. I stayed in Shaomuro Mountain for half a month. The old monk Zhikong is really a master, and the little monks are innocent and cute. It's okay to be idle, waiting for the guards to teach the little monks martial arts, and Shaolin is finally a little angry again. Since the fire, there have been no more people to give. Even if someone comes, they will turn around and leave.

In front of the house and behind the house, a lot of vegetable seeds were sown. If there is a bumper harvest in autumn, it will be enough for a few monks to eat. Nearby villagers also came here to visit Wang Dazhen, and saw that there were still a few monks who did not run, and they did not embarrass them anymore.

Wang Yuanzhi finally put his mind at ease and left them some silver taels. The group headed east......

Continue to find his secluded cave, the elixir that makes people fly.

White Horse Feidian is still brave, but Duck hasn't moved for some days. Wang Yuanzhi immersed his mind in the phantom beast space, and saw that under the tall mage tower, two hammocks were built, and on one side lay the black dragon Dake, and on the other side lay the combined doll. Darker turned over and said: Master, the fluctuation of magic power is getting smaller and smaller, and there are also magic elements in this plane. There was a magic element near the ruined temple where you stayed yesterday. If you are there, Benlong can also move freely. The little baby can also advance quickly.

The fitting doll also woke up: Daddy, Black Daddy!

The black dragon said angrily: You are not allowed to call Ben Long's father, and you are not allowed to call your black father!

Fit Doll: That even called grandma?

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