A group of black-clothed people were terrified, and they basically lost their fighting spirit in fright, and they fell to the ground one after another in the merciless attacks of Feng'er and Ouyang Mei'er, as well as Sun Wuya and Belle. In a short time, more than a dozen people were killed! The ground was full of corpses.

Wei Tongtian, who was sitting on the ground, opened a small cage next to him and released a carrier pigeon. It turned out that he had already written a letter to the police, and he wanted to report everything that happened here. The pigeon went straight up.

"Boss Wei, it's late, it's too late. Tie Xiangbei finished breathing at this time, his hand pointed to the sky, and Hai Dongqing, who stayed on his shoulder, chased after him almost at a speed several times faster than the speed of the pigeon, and in an instant, under Hai Dongqing's sharp claws, the pigeon was torn in half.

"Boss Wei, you can do it yourself, don't leave lifelong regrets. Tie beckoned to the north, and the group got on their horses and galloped south, leaving Wei Tongtian, who was sitting on the ground......

Wei Tongtian sat on the ground, Tie Xiangbei's words kept ringing in his ears, and he kept asking himself in his heart: "Did you choose the wrong one?" Joining the mysterious organization to save your own life and the whole faction, is it wrong?" Turning his head to look at the corpse of the black-clothed man in this place, and the corpse of Fang Shengcai, who was still falling in the distance, he suffered from gains and losses for a while, and his heart was a little more sad......

Shaolin Temple, a thousand-year-old temple, once in the martial arts of Mount Tai and Beidou, but continued to decline for nearly a hundred years, no longer holding the ears of the rivers and lakes, finally a few decades ago out of a monk with three smiles, known as the first person in the temple for a hundred years, whether Buddhism or martial arts can be called the first talent in the world at that time, so that the people in the whole temple saw hope, feel that Shaolin Temple can stand again at the peak of the martial arts, but it backfired, this monk stayed in the temple for 20 years, suddenly said goodbye, traveled the world. Since then, the Shaolin Temple has been in a slump and gradually lost its voice in the rivers and lakes. But after all, it is a thousand-year-old faction, the tiger is not invincible, the background is not comparable to other sects, and the martial arts roots are also profound, coupled with the reputation of Master Sanxiao in the rivers and lakes, although a new sect has risen in the world, no one dares to go to Shaolin Temple to make trouble. Coincidentally, the Wudang faction, which was once as famous as Shaolin Temple, is now similar to Shaolin Temple, and it has gradually declined.

Today's Shaolin Temple, although the incense is still quite vigorous, but gradually faded out of the rivers and lakes, and does not participate in the disputes in the rivers and lakes, the young monks in the temple, the practice of martial arts, the practice of martial arts, are holding back a force, hoping that they can also reach the realm of the master of three laughs, and revitalize the majesty of Shaolin Temple. And the elder heads of the halls, the Dharma protector Arhats, or the temple supervisors and abbots, all with the intensive study of Buddhism, the heart of indifference to fame and fortune has become stronger, and there is no longer the heart of red dust, and the daily morning recitation is faint, transcendent from the world. And the gate of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple is not often opened, only a side door is left for good men and women to enter and exit when they burn incense and ask for Buddha. Although the days are dull, they are also leisurely.

On this day, pilgrims are very scarce, and the sun has just set in the western mountains, and there is no pilgrim in the temple. The Shaolin Temple of Nuoda is very quiet. It was almost time for fasting, and all the monks were busy with their own business.

"A flower is a world, a leaf is like a come, spring flowers are green, autumn leaves are scattered, infinite like the heart is at ease, silent movement and static body are natural. "A kind old monk, sitting under a thousand-year-old tree, brewed his own tea on the tea table made of bluestone slabs, and chanted Buddhist verses while soaking.

"Uncle Shi, what do you mean by that?" asked a young novice who was about ten years old with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes.

This is the saying of Buddhism, which means that the heart should be quiet, to be clear, to be clear, to be indisputable with the world, all kinds of fate, red lotus, white lotus, green lotus leaves, the three religions were originally one. In Taoist terms, this passage is pure and inaction, as the Taoist 'Qing Jing Sutra' says: 'Man can always be pure, and heaven and earth will return'. This is what it means, and the Confucian advocacy of 'quiet mouth, self-cultivation, and self-cultivation' also means this. The old monk said with a smile, touching the bald head of the little novice as he spoke.

"Uncle Shi, I understand, is the rumored Master of the Three Laughs in the temple as deep as Uncle Shi's ancestors, so he chose to follow fate into the world and refine his heart in Hongchen?"

"You three laughing uncle, is the temple in the hundred years of Buddhism and martial arts of the first person, although is my junior brother, younger than me, but the understanding is extremely high, I can not compare with him, Buddhism enlightenment high depth, not the true appearance, the monk is also at home, at home is also a monk, you three laughing uncle ancestor, has already been transcendent, Buddha in the heart, ordinary people see through the red dust, only to become a monk, and you are the three laughing uncle ancestor, but the opposite way, the temple for 20 years, but see through the sand door, born as a monk, tsk, just like you said, he thinks that the world, the purification of all beings, the red dust refining the heart。 It is the true meaning of the Buddha. The abbot of the head of the house also respects the three laughing brothers, thinking that he is the candidate for the head of the temple, but your three laughing uncles refuse to be the head of the house, which means that this door is not the other door, and it is not the palm of the hand. After leaving this sentence, he drifted away. The old monk recalled the Master of the Three Laughs, and said with a look of admiration.

"Uncle Qingyun, I understand, Uncle Sanxiao, the Dharma name is Qingwu, it seems that people are as their name, and there are really many enlightenments, I will also take him as an example in the future, and in the future, I will study Buddhism intensively, purify all sentient beings, have the world in my heart, and be compassionate to all things. The little monk said with understanding.

The old monk Jingyun looked at this little novice with the legal name of Zhenhui, and liked it very much in his heart, and secretly exclaimed, this kid has a very high understanding, maybe this little monk is the master of three smiles who will not be born in the next hundred years.

"True wisdom, your master Jingming Zen Master is the first seat of the Dharma Hall, Buddhism and martial arts are the third person in our temple, second only to the head of the senior brother Master Qingkong and me, is the first person in the 'pure' generation, usually teach you well, however, I think you will follow me in the future, I will personally teach you Buddhism and martial arts, can you be willing?"

"This, I am naturally very willing, to be able to get the personal teachings of my uncle and ancestor is the dream of many people in the temple, and I am naturally no exception, but I still have to show my master. The little monk Zhenhui said very happily.

"I'll go to your master's place, as long as you want. The old monk Qingyun said.

"Okay, Uncle Ancestor, the disciple and grandson will follow your old man's decree. Zhenhui said with a grin.

"In this case, it will be time to break the fast in a while, so go first, go to your master, and ask him to come to the abbot's room to meet me, and settle this matter before fasting. ”

"Obey" Zhenhui folded his hands respectfully, bowed three times, and turned to go.

In the abbot's room of Shaolin Temple, an old monk with white eyebrows almost down to the bottom of his eyes was meditating, and suddenly there was a knock on the door

"Senior brother in charge, Qingyun asks to see!" said the old monk Qingyun outside the door.

The old monk who is meditating is the abbot of the Shaolin Temple. Hearing this, he slowly opened his eyes and said, "Senior Brother Qingyun, please come in." ”

"Senior Brother in charge, I came today to discuss important matters with you, because I found a little monk with a very high understanding in my temple, who is a third-generation disciple of the true character generation, this kid, I have been observing for a long time, if it takes time, his achievements may not be under the junior brother of Sanxiao. So I want to teach him personally, he is the first seat of the Dharma Hall, your eldest disciple Jingming Zen Master's little apprentice, Jingming is usually busy with temple affairs, I am afraid of delaying this child, and I, the superintendent of the temple, is usually idle, can be trained well, maybe in the future, the hope in the temple is on this kid. Old Monk Qingyun said slowly.

"Oh, there are such talented people in the temple? Hey, I am usually busy with my own cultivation, but I don't pay attention, and Jingming is even more troubled, if it is really as you said, our Shaolin Temple finally has a successor, I usually blame myself, so that the Shaolin Temple, a thousand-year-old faction, gradually declined, I am really ashamed of the various ancestors of Shaolin, junior brother, if you want, Jingming there I will say, you have to train this little monk called Zhenhui. The abbot said earnestly.

"I've already told Jingming to come to you, and I'm sure I'll be there soon. Qingyun replied.

"Master, disciple Jingming is ordered to ask to see" There was a knock on the door from outside the door.

"Come in!" said Kiyoku.

"I don't know what Uncle and Master have called me to do, what are your orders?"

The two of them told Jingming about the true wisdom of the little novice.

"The disciple is stupid, he didn't even find that there is such a perceptive person around him, he is really ashamed of the master's teachings, I obey the orders of my uncle and the master, from tomorrow, I will let Zhenhui follow Uncle Qingyun, one is to listen to the teachings of Uncle Qingyun, and the other is that Uncle Qingyun is now old, and there is a little novice by his side to serve him. Said with a clear and honest face.

"That's very good, that's it, let's go to iftar in a moment." "After fasting and chanting, Senior Brother Qingyun, you take this little novice, and I will see you.

"Yes, senior brother in charge" Qingyun and Jingming Shi Li retired. The two of them had not yet exited the room, and suddenly the bell rang loudly, it was the bell of the alarm, and it seemed that the matter was very urgent, and the strong enemy had invaded the Shaolin Temple? The three of them glanced at each other. It has been almost a hundred years since the alarm bell sounded, although Shaolin is no longer the Taishan Beidou of martial arts in the past hundred years, but no matter which new sect rises, it will not go to Shaolin Temple to make trouble, after all, the fame of nearly a thousand years is there, and the people in the rivers and lakes still have a little respect for Shaolin Temple.

The abbot slowly stood up and said, "Don't panic, don't mess up with yourself first, let's go out and have a look together." "Master Abbot is really a master in the world, and his cultivation is extremely profound, I am afraid that he has reached the point of "adding without anger for no reason, and not being surprised when he comes suddenly".

The three of them went out of the room and came to the front of the "Daxiong Treasure Hall", many disciples in the square in front of the main hall had already been fighting with a group of black-clothed people, there were about 100 black-clothed people, and the two sides were in a scuffle. There were casualties among each other, and the two black-clothed masked men led by them watched the melee for a long time, as if they were confident. But he did not immediately enter the war.

"Amitabha, stop!" A Buddha horn, like a bell, sounded deafeningly, the internal strength of the Buddhist family "lion roar" really deserved its name, the two warring sides immediately stopped, each retreated to their own side.

"Papapa", the two masked people led by them, applauded and said: "Shaolin Temple is really a big faction that has stood in the rivers and lakes for nearly a thousand years, and it is deeply hidden, but this Buddhist 'lion's roar' is enough to stand alone in the rivers and lakes, yes, the abbot is really a master." ”

"Amitabha, the donor has praised it falsely, I don't know what the donor wants to lead the crowd to offend my Shaolin, what is the intention? I and other Buddhist disciples have already faded out of the rivers and lakes for many years, and I have never been wronged with you in the past, and there is no enmity in the near future, I don't know if there is anything to offend, can you please inform?" said the abbot of the empty house.

At this time, the first Jingming of the Dharma Hall and the first Jingfan of the Luohan Hall also led the monks to rush over and stand side by side with the abbot Qingkong Master, and the little novice named Zhenhui also quietly hid behind Qingyun.

"It's such a big battle, Shaolin Temple is worthy of its name, and the background is indeed not comparable to the newly rising sect. Master Abbot, as you said, we did have no grievances in the past, and there is no hatred in the near future, but Shaolin Temple is tired of fame after all, and our sects want to rise in the rivers and lakes and become famous in the world. Then we must take the famous sects in the rivers and lakes, and the Shaolin Temple is our best stepping stone, today the Shaolin Temple may not be spared, and it will become a branch of our sect in the future, and our sect will step on the various sects and Shaolin Temple in the rivers and lakes and rise, so as to dominate the martial arts and dominate the rivers and lakes. The masked man at the head said with a smile.

"Amitabha, when you think about it, it's heaven, and when you think about it, it's hell. Donor, for thousands of years, have you ever seen a sect that can truly dominate the rivers and lakes and dominate the martial arts? No matter how strong your martial arts are, they will eventually turn into a pile of loess and disappear into the vast world. Why should the donor make more killings? How about becoming famous? What about being nameless? But they are just members of a vast number of sentient beings, like a drop in the ocean, insignificant. Good and good!" Master Empty still did not want to increase the killing, so he persuaded him with kind words!

"Master, what you said is plausible, don't you think your Shaolin Temple has stood for thousands of years without falling, holding the ears of the bull in the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, and dominating the coquettish rivers and lakes? Since your Shaolin Temple can, then my sect can still do it, and we will definitely become the second Shaolin Temple, even surpassing the Shaolin Temple, and becoming the first major sect in the rivers and lakes. The man in black argued.

"Do the donors think that our Shaolin Temple has stood in the rivers and lakes for nearly a thousand years and has not relied on martial arts? Donor, you are wrong, the reason why Shaolin Temple has been able to stand for thousands of years without falling down is not because of martial arts, but because of a compassionate heart of compassion for the heavens and people, as well as the supreme Dharma, and the grand wish of purifying all sentient beings. Throughout the thousands of years of rivers and lakes, strange people and talents have come out one after another, and the martial arts are above the abbots of the Shaolin Temple, such as the carp that crosses the river, and there are countless of them, but are their names and the sects they established still there are still today? I am afraid that they have long been forgotten by the rivers and lakes, and the reason why the Shaolin Temple has been able to come to this day is definitely not because of martial arts, but by compassion. Master Abbot said bitterly.

"Big brother, what nonsense are you talking about him? You go to debate with the bald donkey, have you talked about him? These bald donkeys have nothing to do all day long, and they have studied how to debate, and when they are strong, they come forward to mediate the disputes between various factions, and they regard themselves as the bosses of the rivers and lakes, and when they are in decline, they close the mountain gate and pretend to be their grandson, no matter what they say, it is their reason, which is also one of the reasons why the door owner looks down on them. In my opinion, don't talk so much nonsense with them, just step on the Shaolin Temple. If things don't work out well, and your master and my master blame them, the two of us won't be able to bear it. The second man in black said.

"Amitabha, this donor is also right when he says this, when the Shaolin Temple was strong, it was indeed in order to calm the disputes in the martial arts, and came forward to mediate the fight of various factions, and now the talent is withering, so close the mountain gate and practice hard, isn't it right?" Master Emptying said slowly.

"Okay, master, let's not do a war of words, let's see the real chapter under our hands, right?" The masked man led by the second spoke: "I am not talented, I am willing to learn the master abbot's high skills, please give the abbot some advice." With that, he walked into the middle of the field.

"Master Abbot, good words are hard to persuade damned ghosts, although my Buddha is merciful, but he also punishes evil and promotes good, and surpasses them. The first Jingming of the Dharma Hall couldn't help it a little and said. I just wanted to play, but I was stopped by the Empty Master.

"Since this is the case, then the old monk will learn your Excellency's tricks. "The leader on the other side came forward.

In order to reduce casualties, the Master of Clearing had no choice but to fight. "If the old man is lucky enough to win a move and a half, please let go of the monks of Shaolin Temple. ”

"Okay, according to what the master said, if you can win against me, I will lead the people to retreat, if the master is not defeated, then tonight's Shaolin Temple will become a purgatory on earth, and the Shaolin Temple will be removed from the rivers and lakes. The black-clad masked man led by the second said.

"Please!" The black-clothed masked man led by the second one posed in the middle of the field, and his two hands were shown in a claw-shaped posture, and his two hands were black and translucent, which was very terrifying.

"Amitabha" remembered the Buddha's horn, and the abbot's robe puffed up without wind, flying towards the man in black like a goshawk and a rabbit, and his palms conjured up a golden palm shadow, and the volley was used as a hood to the man in black.

"Great Compassion Palm? Okay, good to come. The man in black cheered, and his hands alternately went up, meeting the golden palm shadow falling from the sky.

Cracking sound. After a sound, the abbot landed in the air and retreated three steps in a row, while the man in black only took a small step back.

"Great Compassion, but that's it, Abbot, be careful. Before the words fell, the black-clothed man staggered his claws and conjured up a claw wind, as fast as lightning, his feet kept exchanging, and he rushed forward, and the claw shadows in the sky went straight to the abbot.

Empty the abbot, don't dare to slack off, enough to protect the body, the robe is agitated, and the robe subdues the demon skills, with the great compassion palm and the man in black are fighting together, for a while, there are two figures in the field, the faster they fight, the dizzying ones, and they have exchanged twenty or thirty moves in an instant. The black-clothed man and Master Qingyun led by him have taken a fancy to the abbot, and he is definitely not the enemy of the black-clothed man, the black-clothed man's claws are flying up and down, and the claws are highly poisonous in the wind, and the abbot master is already very difficult to catch. Defeat is probably a matter of moments.

With a loud "bang", the two finally separated, and the abbot master was hit by one of the claws and legs of the man in black, flew upside down, fell to the ground, and spat out a mouthful of blood. The man in black was also hit by a big pity, and he took three steps back, his face was a little pale, and it seemed that the injury was not serious at all.

"Abbot, all the disciples of Shaolin Temple, including Master Qingyun, rushed up, surrounded the abbot in the middle, and hurriedly checked the abbot's injury. I saw that the abbot was emptied, and his chest was first hit by a claw, and five paw prints penetrated deep into his chest, constantly leaving black blood, and it seemed that there was indeed a claw with severe poison. Then he was hit in the leg again, his sternum was basically shattered, and the injury was extremely serious, and he was afraid that he could not be saved.

"Abbot, how are you?" the disciples asked eagerly. Master Qingyun also hurriedly took out the small pill of Shaolin Temple and fed it to the abbot.

"It's useless, wasting a small pill, but it's just giving me time to explain what happened. The abbot spat out another mouthful of black blood, gasped for breath, and said very weakly.

"The eight hardships of life: birth, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, resentment for a long time, can't ask for it, can't let go. "It's a pity that I have been participating in Zen meditation for many years, and I can't understand these eight sufferings, and I still can't let go of the survival of Shaolin Temple and your safety. Because looking at it like this, there is basically no escape, this man in black has a high level of martial arts, maybe even if the junior brother of Sanxiao is here, at most it will be half a catty and eight taels, and the man in black who is the leader is afraid that his martial arts are still above this. I can only fight to the death, but I still want to leave a little seed for the Shaolin Temple, the millennium Shaolin monks can't just be wiped out, you fight to protect the temple, cover me and Brother Qingyun with the little monk Zhenhui into my abbot's room, there is a secret way to escape, go to find the junior brother of Sanxiao, and leave this little fire for Shaolin. Amitabha!" The abbot master emptied himself and weakly shouted out a Buddha name.

More than 100 people rushed to a group of black-clothed people in the field, and at the same time, Master Qingyun grabbed the abbot with one hand and the little monk Zhenhui with the other, and flew up in the air and flew towards the "Daxiong Treasure Hall......