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Shaolin Temple, in the Daxiong Treasure Palace.

The four brothers of the abbot of Zhiyuan were all there, and the evil monk Ziwu looked stupid, restrained by hemp rope, sitting on the ground, and Yue Feng, the head of the Kongtong faction, stood beside him.

"Amitabha... I am not very grateful to have the head of Lao Yue come in person..."

With his hands folded, the old man's eyes looked at Yue Feng, and Abbot Zhiyuan said with gratitude.

After Zhao Lin'er died that day, the evil monk was imprisoned in the Kongtong faction, so the abbot of Zhiyuan asked Yiyangzi for someone.

Yiyangzi promised the abbot of Zhiyuan that he would send someone to send the evil monk back to Shaolin Temple.

But he didn't expect that it was Yue Feng, the head of the Kongtong faction, who came in person.

"Abbot Zhiyuan is polite... Now that the evil monk has been sent back to Shaolin, then Yue has taken his leave..."

Hearing this, he waved his hand, and after glancing at the evil monk, Yue Feng hugged his fists and said goodbye.

"Amitabha... Senior Brother Zhitong, you have to send Master Yue down the mountain..."

Seeing Yue Feng say goodbye and leave, Abbot Zhiyuan said a Buddha noise, looked at Senior Brother Zhitong, and said softly.

"Yes, Senior Brother Abbot..."

Nodding, Master Zhitong and Yue Feng walked out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall and sent them down the mountain to leave.

A moment later, Yue Feng left, and Master Zhitong returned to the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"Senior Brother Abbot, how is Ziwu?"

When he came back, he saw the abbot and senior brother taking the pulse of the evil monk for Ziwu, and Master Zhitong asked softly.

"Ziwu's body is really messy, it seems that he has gone crazy in practice, which has led to this..."

Retracting his big hand, Abbot Zhiyuan pondered for a moment before speculating.

"Go mad!"

Hearing the speculation of the abbot senior brother, the three masters of Zhitong exclaimed in surprise.

"Senior brother abbot, Ziwu has gone mad in his practice... Could it be that you have cultivated..."

Taking a step forward, he also investigated the true qi in Ziwu's body, but found that it was messy, just as the abbot senior brother said, Master Zhixin frowned, and said in a deep voice.

But only halfway through his words, Master Zhixin immediately fell silent, and then he glanced around and saw that there were only four of his senior brothers here, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Amitabha... What the junior brother said is indeed true..."

Hearing this, Abbot Zhiyuan nodded, turned the Buddha beads in his hand, and said with a solemn face: "It seems that the secret is true... This great day is really hidden in the Zen rod of the marrow washing sutra... But since ancient times, except for the successful cultivation of the Bodhidharma Patriarch, the rest of the cultivators have gone mad, either dead or crazy..."

"But... Senior Brother Abbot, now that Ziwu has gone crazy like this, how do we know where the Pulp Cleansing Sutra is hidden?"

Beside him, hearing the words of the abbot's senior brother, his heart was overjoyed, if he found the Pulp Washing Sutra, the strength of the Shaolin Temple would be even stronger! But now the only person who knows where the Purifying Pulp Sutra is hidden has gone crazy, how should this be good? Master Zhiming said in disappointment.

"Amitabha... It's all empty, don't worry too much... It's just my speculation, maybe Ziwu didn't go mad because of the Cleansing Sutra..."

After glancing at the senior brother of Zhitong, the abbot of Zhiyuan said a Buddha noise, and said in a serious voice: "Besides, except for the Bodhidharma Patriarch, no one has penetrated the marrow washing sutra so far, even if it is out, there is no need to worry..."

"So... Senior Brother Abbot, what should we do with Ziwu?"

Hearing the teachings of the abbot, the three Zhitong brothers nodded in agreement.

"Amitabha... The monks should not commit murder in vain..."

Hearing this, he shook his head, and after pondering for a moment, Abbot Zhiyuan said slowly: "Ziwu has committed all kinds of sins, and the Buddha cannot forgive... It's so good, think about him about the back mountain, face the wall for the rest of his life, and use this life to pay for his sins..."

"Amitabha... Listen to the instructions of the abbot..."

Hearing the order of the abbot, the three Zhitong brothers glanced at each other and said in unison.

...........

The mountain behind the Shaolin Temple.

Outside a cave, eighteen warrior monks held wooden sticks and guarded them with majestic faces.

Inside the narrow cave is a cell made of wood.

I saw a middle-aged man in a red robe, with a cloak and a disheveled head, sitting cross-legged and resting with his eyes closed.

This middle-aged man is the Shangguan Ao who was injured by the hand that amputated the pulse against the tendons, the martial arts of the whole body were abolished, the muscles and veins in the body were in chaos, and he was not allowed to practice martial arts for life!

"Flutter!"

Suddenly, his face flushed, and Shangguan Ao opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood!

"Why! Why is it still useless!"

Staring at the tiger and wiping the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, Shangguan Ao roared hideously.

I practice luck every day, hoping to resolve the muscles and veins that were injured by the hand that was cut off by the reverse tendons.

But no matter how hard you try, the messy muscles and veins in your body can never be recovered.

"Qin revenge! I want revenge!

His fists were clenched, his nails sank into the flesh of his palms, blood was dripping, and Shangguan Ao roared with a hideous face.

"Amitabha... Shangguan benefactor, when is the time for retribution, you have been facing the wall for more than a year, have you ever understood..."

Suddenly, at this moment, the four brothers of the abbot of Zhiyuan in front of the cell walked over, and the two warrior monks behind him escorted the evil monk Ziwu, and the old man's eyes glanced at Shangguan Ao, and the abbot of Zhiyuan said softly.

"When is the time for retribution? Fart! Fart!"

Hearing this, he looked at Abbot Zhiyuan with a vicious gaze, and Shangguan was arrogant and roared.

"Shangguan donor, give up the evil thoughts in your heart, and turn back to the shore, so that you can become a Buddha on the ground..."

Seeing that Shangguan Ao was still persistent in hatred, Abbot Zhiyuan sighed and comforted again.

"Senior Brother Abbot, this person is obsessed, no matter how much you say, it is useless... Why talk nonsense with it!"

Beside him, his long white eyebrows trembled, and he glanced at Shangguan Ao, who looked crazy, and Master Zhitong said angrily.

"Amitabha... Senior Brother Zhitong, don't be upset and irritable as a monk..."

Hearing this, his hands were folded, and the abbot of Zhiyuan said a Buddha noise.

Listening to the teachings of the abbot, Master Zhitong nodded, and then recited the Buddhist scriptures in his heart and calmed down.

"Shangguan donor, I hope you can put aside your hatred as soon as possible and take refuge in my Buddha..."

With a wave of his wrinkled hand, the two warrior monks opened the door of the prison and put Ziwu Evil Monk and Shangguan Ao together in the cell.

Watching with resentful eyes as everyone disappeared in front of him, Shangguan Ao turned to look at Ziwu Evil Monk.

"Who are you?"

Frowning deeply, Shangguan asked in a deep voice.

"Hehe..."

Looking at Shangguan Ao, Ziwu smirked madly at the evil monk.

Because he decided to think about the evil monk about the back mountain, but to avoid his recovery of his mind and escape again, the abbot of Zhiyuan abolished the skill of the evil monk Ziwu.

Today's Ziwu evil monks, like Shangguan Ao, are ordinary people.

"Hmph! It's a crazy monk!"

Seeing that the other party ignored him and kept laughing madly, Shangguan shouted arrogantly, sat cross-legged on the ground, and no longer paid attention to the other party.

........... (To be continued.) )