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Chapter 1146

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, no one around dared to go forward, and the three Shaolin monks were injured and disabled by Ying Wugou in less than thirty rounds.

With such a ferocious power, now, who would dare to provoke Ying Wugou? Who knows if Ying Wugou is killing people now?Who dares to go up to seek death?

Even Zhang Wuji didn't dare to enter easily.

"Two benefactors, stop!" It was none other than Master Kongwen of Shaolin Temple who said this.

Goodbye everyone, the buildings on the top of Shaolin Temple Liantian Peak have been destroyed. Everyone looked at the broken stones, rubble, branches and cracked ground, and unconsciously remembered the turbulent battle scene just now.

"Ah!" A sigh came, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, Zeng Yunfeng suddenly raised his head to the sky, and a sound wave hit all directions, shaking away the smoke and dust present.

Walking out of the formation slowly was Zeng Yunfeng who looked like a god and demon in the eyes of everyone.

Zeng Yunfeng patted the clothes on his body, heaved a sigh of relief, "After all, we are still one step away!" There was an inexplicable sigh and helplessness in these words.

Zeng Yunfeng twisted his neck, glanced at Kong Zhi who was already standing there in a daze, and said, "Go and save them, maybe your three uncles can save their lives."

Kong Zhi and the Shaolin monks walked towards the three eminent monks of the Duzi sect one after another.

At this moment, in the smoke and dust, a person stood up and glared at Zeng Yunfeng, saying, "Ying Wugou, you've finished venting your anger!"

At this time, the clothes on the woman in the yellow shirt were torn and her face was covered with dirt. Zeng Yunfeng glanced at the woman in the yellow shirt and said, "I told you not to meddle in your own business!"

"Have you suffered a lot during this time? There must be some old guys in the world who are not dead, looking for trouble for you, right?"

The woman in the yellow shirt frowned, "You know, she even spread the news about the Nine Yin Manual."

Zeng Yunfeng snorted coldly and said: "I can't find them, and I want them to find you. After all, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are difficult to practice and master. Old guys like them are not interested, but the Nine Yin Manual is not It's the same."

The woman in the yellow shirt was so angry that her teeth itched. She had been hiding since she was in Dadu Dafo Temple, and even Zhong Nanshan didn't dare to go back. There may be a reason for this, and she hated Ying Wugou from the bottom of her heart.

Zeng Yunfeng glanced at her, and said disdainfully: "Looking at your clean body and fair face, you must have never suffered. Let you roll in the dust, so that you can understand the suffering of us beggars!"

"Hundreds of thousands of brothers from the beggar gang eat, if you say forgive them, you will let them go, if you say you don't need to be investigated, then you don't need to investigate. People like you who drink honey every day can't understand the suffering of us grassroots."

The woman in the yellow shirt was so angry that she didn't know what to say to him.

The appearance of the three eminent monks who were brought up was unbearable to everyone, and the most serious one was the monk in black.

The monk in the black robe had his bones broken every inch of his chest, and he had only his last breath left.

The white-robed and white-haired monk was blind in one eye and covered his left arm with his right hand, but his injury was much lighter, while the long-browed monk was unconscious at this time.

The white-robed monk slowly raised his right hand in front of his chest and said coldly, "Amitabha, Lord Ying should calm down, right?"

Zeng Yunfeng glanced at the three of them, turned his head, and said, "Calm down, it's still early!"

As Zeng Yunfeng said, he walked towards Xie Xun and Cheng Kun, Cheng Kun took a few steps back one after another, swallowed a mouthful of spittle and said flatteringly, "Master Ying, I am very useful, one of my disciples, Chen Youliang, is still working under your command, I can help you too, as long as, as long as"

Speaking of which, Cheng Kun pointed to the Mingjiao side and said, "As long as Gangzhu Ying destroys Mingjiao, I can give you all the martial arts secrets I have obtained over the years, and the gangs and disciples I founded can also be used by Gangzhu Ying!"

Cheng Kun looked at Zeng Yunfeng expectantly.

Hearing this, everyone in the Ming Cult frowned, in case, even in case, it would be troublesome if Ying Wugou agreed to this matter.

"Cheng Kun, you are despicable!" Zhao Min said angrily.

Zeng Yunfeng walked up to Cheng Kun with a smile and said, "Is what you said true?"

"It's true, it's true!" Cheng Kun said with his head bowed like a dog.

"Master Ying, of course it's true. Now that your miraculous skills are world-class, who in the martial arts world will not accept it? When the time comes, you can raise your arms and shout, you can be the emperor if you want, and you can do whatever you want!"

But there was a flash of resentment in Cheng Kun's eyes.

Zeng Yunfeng gritted out his white teeth, and the surrounding martial arts comrades seemed to see a devil.

But in an instant, his right hand was raised slightly, and Cheng Kun suddenly felt his body was frozen, and his whole body seemed to bump into Zeng Yunfeng's right hand with a whoosh.

Zeng Yunfeng's right hand tightly locked Cheng Kun's Adam's apple, and Cheng Kun's complexion gradually turned purple.

Zeng Yunfeng smiled again and said: "I, Ying Wugou, can accept many people, but I don't like the slaves of the three families."

"You voted for the Ruyang Palace, then Shaolin, and then the Seventh Prince of the imperial court. Now you vote for me. How dare you say I accept you? How dare you keep you!" Zeng Yunfeng's tone was slightly cold as he spoke, and he exerted a little force in his hands , the look in Cheng Kun's eyes peeled off his pupils little by little, and finally he quietly lost his vitality.

Kongzhi next to him and the Shaolin monks closed their eyes slightly, and recited a Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"

Zeng Yunfeng flicked his right hand lightly, and Cheng Kun's body fell to the ground like a white feather, without a sound, more like a duckweed, no one cared.

Life is like this, and it can be easily taken away. Seeing this scene, Shaolin disciples put their hands together again, "Amitabha!"

Zeng Yunfeng curled his lips, and turned his head to look at Shaolin Temple again.

"Cheng Kun's death was expected, but..." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this sentence, but Zeng Yunfeng's next sentence shocked everyone so much that they wanted to jump up.

"However, Shaolin Temple still owes us a debt of blood! How to settle this, our law enforcement disciples of the Beggar Gang are still waiting to explain!"

Many emaciated disciples of the beggar gang looked at the Shaolin monks with burning eyes.

Just at this time, an eminent monk came out from the crowd, "Amitabha, Lord Ying has killed too many sinners today!"

The old man who stood up was none other than Master Kongwen, the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

Kongzhi is also considered smart, knowing that he can't decide anything now, and the person who stands up to make a decision may become the blame, or even become the eternal sinner of Shaolin.

He had no choice but to invite Master Kongwen out of the Withered Wood Hall again.

"Wanfang is guilty, and I am guilty!" Master Kongwen said with his eyes closed.

"Master Ying, all the decisions made by our temple in these years are made by the old monk, the abbot of Shaolin. All the sins should not be attributed to Shaolin, but to me."

"My senior brother Kong saw that the master took in the Hunyuan Thunderbolt hand Cheng Kun and caused such a catastrophe, and let Cheng Kun do a lot of evil, which damaged the reputation of Buddhism. This old monk is really guilty."

After speaking, Master Kongwen, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, sat down cross-legged.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when practicing the deep prajna paramita for a long time, sees that the five aggregates are all empty, and overcomes all hardships. Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and the same is true for thinking and knowing."

"Shariputra, all dharmas are empty and empty, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing. Therefore, there is no color in the air, no thoughts, thoughts, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, colorless sound, fragrance, and touch. There is no world of vision, even the realm of unconsciousness, no ignorance, nor the end of ignorance, and no old age and death, nor the end of old age and death. There is no accumulation of suffering and destruction of the way, no wisdom and no gain. Because there is no gain."

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