This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 1086 Chapter of Karma

Hatred is a very magical thing. It seems to be something that is as innate as flesh and blood. Once the seeds of hatred take root and germinate, they will continue endlessly. Even after death, hatred will not dissipate. Rather, it is passed on to the next generation as life continues.

However, although hatred will not disappear, it will be transferred by human will.

For example, when the object of hatred exists at a height that you cannot reach anyway, the avenger who is on the verge of despair has to choose between giving up revenge or lowering his standards.

Most of the time, people will subconsciously choose the latter in their hearts. This is not an ostrich mentality, but a reality forced by helplessness.

Five years ago, the new emperor ascended the throne, and rebel forces in the north and south arose. The aristocratic families were ready to stir up trouble, and the world was in chaos. Originally, this matter had little to do with Jianghu, because at that time, all the factions in Jianghu had suffered huge losses in years of fighting, and they did not have the ability to unite. The ability to rise up and cause chaos.

But just when the world was silent, one person stood up and did something that shocked the world. That was Master Lingwu, the new abbot of Northern Shaolin. He led the Northern and Southern Shaolin under the banner of Jin Yiwei. .

Originally, everyone would just curse at most for this kind of thing. If you like to kneel down and beg for food, that's up to you. As long as it doesn't interfere with me, no matter how big the mess is, you can still treat it like a barking dog.

However, after Shaolin knelt down, he suddenly became the eagle dog and minions of the imperial court, obeying the orders of the Jin Yiwei and began to kill his fellow Jianghu comrades.

At first, everyone dared not speak out. Seeing that the imperial army wiped out the Northland, Xuantian Sect, which used to be powerful in the world, became a passing thing. All the illustrious demons in the Northland disappeared. Shaolin embraced the imperial court. They could not afford to offend them. .

But now the situation is different. The imperial court - to be precise, the Jin Yiwei have shown their dissatisfaction with Shaolin several times, and the cooperative relationship between the two parties has begun to become ambiguous.

Jin Yiwei's promise to Jianghu people is no different than a piece of waste paper, so no one finds it strange that Jin Yiwei burns bridges when he crosses the river.

Now that Shaolin has no support behind him, the time has come for blood for blood and revenge. The court and the Jin Yiwei are too far away. They can't afford to offend or defeat them, but Shaolin can't escape!
Almost at the same time, from south to north, the entire world began to denounce Shaolin. The anger that had been accumulated for a long time finally began to explode. Even the Buddhist sects chose to avoid its sharp edges at this time and quickly cut Shaolin out of Buddhism. pulse.

In the midst of the storm, Southern Shaolin's actions dealt another fatal blow to Northern Shaolin. At the moment when Jin Yiwei turned his back and refused to recognize anyone, Southern Shaolin elected a new abbot at an extremely fast speed, and at the same time announced that Northern and Southern Shaolin were not the same family. As the abbot of Northern Shaolin, Wu should not continue to interfere in the affairs of Southern Shaolin.

Northern Shaolin was isolated and helpless, and Abbot Lingwu became the target of public criticism, because it was the other party's decision to join Jinyiwei, even though the masters of Northern Shaolin knew that this decision was made by the former Abbot Lingxu.

But the dead cannot speak, and no one in the world will believe it. At this moment, all the spearheads are pointed at Abbot Lingwu, and even many people in the North Shaolin Temple are whispering.

This time, various factions in the rivers and lakes are coming fiercely, vowing to get rid of this evil man who colluded with Jin Yiwei to bring disaster to the rivers and lakes.

Yes, under the guidance of some expert, this time Jianghu pointed the finger at Abbot Lingwu instead of the entire Northern Shaolin. Although there is no difference in doing things, whether it should be targeted at Northern Shaolin or Northern Shaolin, this attitude is Very telling.

At least it can give the monks of Northern Shaolin the illusion that as long as the culprit is eliminated, Northern Shaolin can immediately turn the corner and return to its former position as the leader of the righteous path.

"This is trying to get me to kill each other," Monk Lingjing said worriedly: "Could it be that Jin Yiwei has such a vicious plan?"

"Junior brother, whether this is true or not is meaningless now."

Abbot Lingwu shook his head: "I don't understand what Senior Brother Lingxu's plan was, but I think it must have failed. Now that Shaolin has fallen to the point where everyone in the world is the enemy, someone must stand up and take responsibility for this."

Lingjing was stunned for a moment, and then said anxiously: "Senior brother! No!"

Northern Shaolin could no longer afford to lose another qualified abbot, and Lingwu had only followed Lingxu's orders. It would be too unfair to place all the blame on him.

Ling Wu just smiled and said: "Everyone has his own destiny. Junior brother, there is no need to say it anymore. Now that I am the abbot, I should consider the future of Northern Shaolin."

Lingjing tried to persuade him again, but Lingwu had already closed his eyes and meditated and stopped talking. He sighed helplessly and left. When he was leaving, he met Huo Yunqi, who was leading training in Shaolin.

"Uncle Lingjing." Huo Yunqi saluted.

Lingjing nodded. When Huo Yun first entered Shaolin, he indeed made many disciples dissatisfied. He had a blood feud and had no intention of practicing Buddhism. Forcibly bringing him into Shaolin would be counterproductive.

It's a pity that Abbot Lingwu insisted on going his own way, but the results are quite satisfactory. Although Huo Yunqi leads the practice, he is not out of tune with the disciples. Although he has little interest in Buddhism, he will follow the abbot's instructions every day. , go and listen to the lectures of the eminent monks of the Lingzi generation.

"Master." Huo Yunqi walked into the room and looked at Lingwu who was meditating with his eyes closed, with hidden worries in his eyes.

"How did you finish your homework today?" Ling Wu opened his eyes, his calm expression not disturbed by the difficulty in Shaolin.

"The disciples have completed everything." After Huo Yunqi answered, he couldn't help but said: "Master, the people in the Jianghu are very excited now. How should we deal with it?"

"Don't worry, the teacher has his own solution for this matter." Monk Lingwu's expression was as kind as ever, but in Huo Yunqi's view, it made him feel some inexplicable worry.

Huo Yunqi left worriedly. He returned to the Zen room and meditated on the futon, but found that his mood could not calm down no matter what.

There was a terrible sense of crisis that was constantly stirring up his already restless state of mind. The scenes of the Huo family being destroyed twice came to mind. Huo Yunqi closed his eyes, and a blood color appeared in his mind. He was so shocked that he opened his eyes immediately. Blinded.

"call"

Huo Yunqi silently recited the Buddhist teachings and slowly suppressed the sudden surge of hatred. After he calmed down, someone suddenly came to him outside the door.

"Junior Brother Huo, there is someone outside looking for you."

"I'm coming here."

Huo Yunqi got up and went outside the mountain gate. He saw a strange young man. He asked doubtfully: "I wonder what Master Xun is doing here?"

This young man was Dongfang Fu. He glanced at Huo Yunqi and said, "I am a poor Taoist, Yunxi."

"Taoist disciple?" Huo Yunqi was stunned.

Dongfang Fu nodded and said: "Master Yushu of the Qingcheng Sect, my master."

"Qingcheng Sect" Huo Yunqi flashed a bit of surprise in his eyes. He was once the young master of Zhujian Villa. He knew a few people from all the sects in the world. However, after the battle at Zhujian Villa, he I never had contact with these people again.

No, when it comes to the Qingcheng Sect, it seems that he really has some connection with one of them, and coincidentally, that person is also a disciple of the Qingcheng Sect's Master Yushu.

Huo Yunqi looked at Dongfang Fu in front of him again, calculating his age with a thoughtful expression.

After a moment, he asked: "Taoist Master Tianquan, Xiaojian in Qingyi, who are you?"

Dongfang Fu's eyes narrowed and he said seriously, "It's Senior Brother Pindao."

"really."

A look of surprise appeared on Huo Yunqi's face, and he said calmly: "I understand the purpose of Taoist Master's visit. It's just that what happened back then, I don't know why your senior brother got involved with that demonic witch. There are various reasons."

A bit of disappointment flashed in Dongfang Fu's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure: "Master Huo misunderstood, Pindao came here today to ask you about someone."

Huo Yunqi looked confused and heard Dongfang Fu say in a deep voice: "The great disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, Yue Lifeng."

Huo Yunqi was stunned. This name was naturally very familiar to him. Back then, this person was traveling with Tianquan in the Eastern Capital, and the two seemed to be friends.

What disappoints Dongfang Fu is that Huo Yunqi doesn't know much about Yue Lifeng. When he was in Dongdu, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the confrontation with the three major families, whether it was Tianquan or Yue Lifeng. Li Feng is just a passerby to him.

Huo Yunqi told Dongfang Fu very straightforwardly that he didn't know much about either of them. Looking at the young man's gradually declining expression, he seemed to see his former self.

Feeling so natural, Huo Yunqi felt it and said: "The Taoist priest traveled all over the world to find the truth about the death of his fellow disciples. I admire this friendship, but I really can't do anything about this matter. Alas. If Brother Lu is still here, even if the world It’s so big that he can capture many clues at his fingertips.”

"What?" Dongfang Fu was stunned.

As soon as the words came out, Huo Yunqi himself laughed and shook his head. What he just remembered was Lu Shiqi, who had some friendship with him at Zhujian Villa. If the Beggar Gang is still there, as long as the leader Lu gives an order, he can find a clue to return the gang. Not a piece of cake.

Seeing the surprise on Dongfang Fu's face, Huo Yunqi explained to him: "Forgive me, Taoist Priest, but I was thinking of an old friend below, so I blurted out that Taoist Priest should have heard of his name. He He is the last leader of the Beggar Clan.”

"Lu Shiqi!" Dongfang Fu exclaimed in surprise.

Huo Yun started to nod, and then heard the other party say surprisingly: "Do you know Brother Lu?!"

"what.?"

Huo Yunqi's eyes widened slightly, and he was equally surprised: "You also know Brother Lu?"

Having been in the martial arts world for several months, Dongfang Fu showed a rare smile on his face. He even felt a bit of intimacy when looking at Huo Yunqi at this moment: "When Pindao went to Qingcheng Mountain to learn from his master, it was Brother Lu who escorted him all the way. "

"It's such a fate." Huo Yunqi also didn't know what to say at this moment. Like Dongfang Fu, he looked at the young Taoist priest with some affection.

Since the defeat of Zhujian Villa, Huo Yunqi's former circle of friends has almost disappeared. After making a comeback with the only remaining clan members, he has never made any other close friends.

Although the reputation of the Beggar Gang changed suddenly in the world later, and Lu Qiqi himself was labeled as a righteous traitor who colluded with Jin Yiwei, Huo Yunqi always regarded him as a friend in his heart, even if his uncle died in the end. hands.

But this doesn't seem to matter. After all, his biological father was also harmed by his uncle. After all, he couldn't understand this hatred at all.

"Brother Lu, let's just not mention the past." Huo Yunqi hesitated to speak. After death, the lights are extinguished, and it seems meaningless to move forward with the past.

"Mr. Huo, Pindao doesn't think Brother Lu will be assassinated so easily."

There was stubbornness hidden in Dongfang Fu's eyes, and he said, "I believe in Brother Lu."

Huo Yunqi looked at Dongfang Fu like this and sighed in his heart. He didn't want to shatter all the young man's hopes, so he said: "When Brother Lu and I met, he was always accompanied by several girls."

Dongfang Fu's eyes lit up and he said, "It must be Sister Ji. When Brother Lu sent me to Qingcheng Mountain, Sister Ji was there."

"There may be such a person in Ji, but if you want to find Brother Lu's whereabouts, maybe you should find another person," Huo Yunqi said with complicated eyes: "This person is a descendant of Hongchen Guest, named Ah Lan is good at wielding two swords, and she and Brother Lu are also close friends."

"Alan."

Dongfang Fu carefully wrote down the name. Although he could not find any clues about the death of Senior Brother Tianquan during his trip to Shaolin, he accidentally snooped out a person who might be able to contact Brother Lu. It was considered a worthwhile trip. .

"Master Huo, I wonder where this girl Alan is now?" Dongfang Fu asked quickly.

"She disappeared after we said goodbye to Zhujian Villa," Huo Yunqi shook his head, but he added: "The last time I heard about her was when she wiped out a group of horse thieves in the Western Regions. Maybe you can go there have a look."

Huo Yunqi had not deliberately paid attention to the news about A Lan. Zhujian Villa was originally located in the northwest. Since Huo Tianya's death, almost all the remaining Huo family members stayed in the northwest to make a living, except for those who were willing to go east with him.

For some unknown reason, these people discovered the traces of Alan, the descendant of Hongchen Guest, and sent the news to him thousands of miles away.

Although Huo Yunqi intellectually told himself that the Huo family's sins were caused by himself and not others, he would still often be awakened by nightmares of revenge at midnight.

"Northwest? Thank you Mr. Huo for informing me." Dongfang Fu has already made a decision. He is going to meet this girl A Lan.

"Taoist priest, you've been working hard all the way. Why don't you follow me into the temple to rest for a while." Huo Yunqi saw Dongfang Fu's dusty appearance and invited him.

Dongfang Fu thought about it and did not refuse. He had his own considerations. Now he was being followed by many people. The two disciples of the Kunlun Sect hated the Qingcheng Sect very much and had planned to kill him many times.

Dongfang Fu was able to walk safely from the south of the Yangtze River to the North of Shaolin without a lot of trouble along the way. It would be good if he could rest at the Shaolin Mountain Gate for a while.

But now Northern Shaolin seems to be in trouble as well. Dongfang Fu has followed Tianquan since he was a child, and he also has a chivalrous heart. He will not worry about being implicated by Shaolin, and even plans to help him because he relies on the other party's protection.

It's just that he is worried that if the Kunlun Sect also takes action against Shaolin because of his relationship, it will be his fault.

However, this was unfounded. The Kunlun Sect was now unable to protect itself. These two Kunlun disciples never expected that there would be dragons, snakes, tigers and leopards outside the Shaolin Temple in endlessly.

On the surface, everyone denounces Shaolin, but privately, this group of people has begun to secretly gather strength to prepare to visit Shaolin to "demand justice."

The most terrible thing is that among the masters lurking outside the Shaolin Temple, there are not only forces from the world, but also the imperial guards who are hiding in the darkness and controlling everything.

The two Kunlun disciples thought highly of themselves, but unfortunately they were hit by the muzzle of a gun.

"From the Kunlun sect?"

Several Jinyi guards escorted two Kunlun disciples forward. Cui Yixiao, who had been promoted to Qianhu, raised his eyelids slightly, then waved his hand: "Get rid of them, keep them as an eyesore."

"Yes!" Several guards in royal robes blocked their mouths and wiped their necks with a sharp knife. The two men suddenly burst into blood and soon fell into a pool of blood without making a sound.

"unlucky."

Cui Yixiao frowned and came to the side. Looking at Yan Feng who was leaning against the tree and whistling leisurely, he said helplessly: "Master Zhenfu, you might as well think of something. Let's just squat here every day." That’s not an option either.”

After Ying Wushang soared from Zhenfu to Commander, the important responsibility of the North Town Fusi fell on Yan Feng. However, he was promoted from Qianhu to Zhenfu, so he didn't seem to have much enthusiasm.

According to Yan Feng's own words, his career has almost come to an end, and no matter how hard he works, it won't change much. It's not that he doesn't have enough luck. As someone who has shown his face in front of His Majesty the Emperor, he has plenty of luck. The reason why he chooses to live a miserable life now is because Yan Feng believes that his ability is nothing more than this.

"As the saying goes, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. These people from all corners of the country came to the gate of Shaolin Mountain. It's not necessarily for a picnic, right?" Yan Feng didn't look very anxious.

Cui Yixiao did not have the Qi-nurturing skills of Yan Feng. After the main change of throne, although the emperor was not very interested in government affairs, he never procrastinated in doing things, which led to the increasing momentum of the imperial court.

During the time of the late emperor, there was almost nothing to do in the capital apart from taking care of the elderly. But now, leaving the capital is the real way to take care of the elderly. The court has countless things to do every day, and Cui Yixiao doesn't want to miss these opportunities.

"Haha, Cui Qianhu, don't worry. Look, isn't it about to begin?" Yan Feng pointed at the mountain gate and saw a group of people coming up the mountain road.

Cui Yixiao regained his energy and immediately ordered his surroundings to get ready. Now Jin Yiwei will no longer simply interfere in Jianghu affairs. It is not because he is afraid of anything, but because he feels that his price has dropped.

The court mentioned it more than once that it was enough to deal with the current police officers in the Jianghu local yamen, and sending out the Jin Yiwei was simply overkill. If they hadn't considered that His Majesty was once a Jin Yiwei, they might have had to scold him a few times.

So Cui Yixiao's appearance here this time is just to ensure that Northern Shaolin can take a real blow. When the last pillar of the world falls, there will be no need to worry about another turmoil in the world for the next 80 years.

The alarm bell in Northern Shaolin rang loudly, and the gray-robed monks gathered in front of the mountain gate, nervously watching the menacing crowds.

To be fair, it would be very difficult for these people in the world to "tear down Northern Shaolin" as they say, but if they really get into a fight today, then they will truly eliminate Northern Shaolin.

Today's battle cannot be too big, but it must be fought. How to control this speed is the key point.

In front of the mountain gate, a group of knights and knights from all corners of the country spoke loudly, denouncing Northern Shaolin and the Jin Yiwei for conspiring to kill fellow martial artists, while at the same time shouting that they would uphold justice for heaven and eliminate the traitors to the right path.

Monk Lingjing looked at this scene with a bitter look on his face and sighed: "Amitabha, all donors, please listen to my words."

"Shut up, old monk! No one believes in your great principles now!"

At the head, a black-faced man with a steel knife in his hand said loudly: "The rules of the world are that one person is responsible for what he does. If you Northern Shaolin still consider yourself a member of the world, don't be so annoying and hurry up and get rid of that old bald Lingwu." Hand over the donkey!”

"Hand over Ling Wu!"

"If this bald donkey doesn't go to hell! How can he be worthy of his fellow Jianghu fellows who died in vain!"

The anger of the people in the world was aroused, and they all pointed the finger at Northern Shaolin Abbot Lingwu. Monk Lingjing spoke up to argue, but his words were like stones thrown into the sea, and were drowned out by the roar of mountains and tsunami in a moment.

"Hand over the old bald donkey!" the black-faced man shouted sternly, waving the steel knife high in his hand and shouting in a very domineering manner.

"Common man! If you insult my master, first ask if your knife is sharp enough!"

In the midst of everyone's exclamations, a figure jumped out from behind the Shaolin Mountain Gate, hitting the black-faced man with a long stick in his hand. The latter swung the steel knife in anger, and the two hurriedly exchanged a few moves, each attacking Back away.

Huo Yunqi landed in front of Monk Lingjing who was about to speak but was hesitant to speak. He held a long stick and stood upright: "If you want to see my master, you must first pass through me!"

"Who are you!" The man looked Huo Yunqi up and down. This man had not lost his hair. Could it be that he was a disciple of an outer sect? But if that's the case, how could his martial arts be so powerful?

At this time, someone in the crowd shouted loudly: "I recognize him! He is Huo Yunqi!"

Although many years have passed since the incident at Zhujian Villa, Huo Yunqi's name still evoked many people's memories. I guess it must have been some not-so-good pictures.

"Huo Yunqi? Young master of the Huo family? Why are you here?" The black-faced man said in surprise. The Huo family had disappeared for a long time. It was also a flash in the pan in the Eastern Capital. Few people knew about this former young master of the Huo family. In fact, he became a disciple of Shaolin.

"Stop talking nonsense, do you dare to compete with me?" Huo Yunqi was too lazy to talk nonsense. Looking at this posture, he planned to vent the anger that he had accumulated for a long time.

"Good boy, do you want to be a hero? Then it depends on how much skills you have learned in this Shaolin Temple." The black-faced man snorted coldly, showed the steel knife, and slashed him with three steps.

Huo Yunqi danced his long stick to attack and defend in a controlled manner. He fought with the man for more than ten rounds. Just when he found some flaws, he suddenly saw the opponent's sword change. He originally held the sword with two hands, but switched to one hand. The left hand that came out turned into a fist, which was powerful and heavy, and hit him directly on the shoulder.

With the sound of broken bones, Huo Yunqi's face turned pale. He was careless. He thought he was a reckless man who relied on sword skills to show off his violence. Unexpectedly, the opponent actually practiced horizontal body kung fu. In terms of the power of this punch alone, It is not inferior to the blows launched by those masters of internal energy who mobilize their true energy.

With one punch, Huo Yunqi was beaten back repeatedly, and the long stick in his hand fell to the ground. His slightly trembling right hand could not even hold the stick.

"What a powerful fist. Did this person just show weakness to the enemy on purpose?" Monk Lingjing's eyes darkened. Just now, this man used the steel knife in his hand to fight Huo Yun, and shouted like a gangster. They all thought this was just a A chess piece that was pushed out and used as a gun.

In this first game, Shaolin fell behind and tricked others.

"Amitabha."

Monk Lingjing came out and stopped Huo Yunqi, who was struggling to fight again: "You are no match for him, go to the back and have a good rest."

"I am, Uncle Lingjing." Huo Yunqi did not continue to force himself. He was no longer a child, and he had already understood that some things would not have results if he persisted.

"This benefactor is good at martial arts, let me help the poor monk next." Before Monk Lingjing could finish his words, he heard a voice from behind -

"Junior brother, step back."

Abbot Lingwu finally appeared. Under the worried gazes of the eminent monks, he walked up to a group of Jianghu people with fierce expressions on their faces.

"Amitabha."

Abbot Lingwu clasped his hands and bowed his head in salute: "All the donors came here today just to ask for an explanation from the poor monk. The past cannot be traced back, and all the sins must be borne by the poor monk alone."

"Good come!"

The black-faced man sneered: "Old monk, today you are not a coward in the temple. A certain family respects you as a man. You, the Shaolin Temple assistant, killed so many of my fellow Jianghu people. This blood feud, why don't you say a word today?" , what are you going to do!"

Abbot Lingwu sighed deeply and said Amitabha Buddha, and then smiled slightly: "What's so difficult about this? Although the poor monk is a monk, he is still in the world. In this case, he might as well follow the rules of the world and pay for his life with one life. yes."

"Easy to say!"

Another old man with a hooked nose jumped out from the crowd. He glared at Abbot Lingwu and said, "You have killed hundreds or even thousands of heroes in Shaolin. How many people is your life worth?"

"How about adding a poor monk?" Monk Lingjing took a step forward with a solemn look on his face.

"Junior brother, step back."

Abbot Lingwu didn't look back, but there was a meaning that he could not refuse in his words. After stopping Lingjing, he said to the person who spoke: "What the donor said makes sense. One person's life is naturally not worth it." Thousands of lives.”

"It's good that you know!" The old man said coldly: "In that case, how many bald donkeys do you plan to use in Shaolin today to pay for your life?"

This sentence made everyone in Northern Shaolin angry and shocked, but Abbot Lingwu said: "There is only one poor monk."

The old man was stunned, and then said angrily: "You bald donkey! Are you kidding me?"

Lingwu shook his head and said: "I'm not just talking nonsense. The world is about the rivers and lakes. If you have any grievances, you can take revenge on me. I'm standing here today without hiding. I ask you to agree to this." The monk has one condition: before I fall down, I ask you not to vent your anger on Shaolin. If you agree, then the life of this poor monk today will be left to your discretion."

"Abbot!" Monk Lingjing and other eminent monks all cried out in shock.

"You-" The old man was horrified. Could this old monk be planning to deal with all of them with one person? How arrogant!

At this time, the black-faced man just now shouted: "Okay!"

I saw him stand up and say: "Old monk, I have the guts. Today, a certain family will put down the words. If you can take three punches from a certain family, the certain family will wipe out the past hatred and never come to trouble you in Shaolin again!"

Abbot Lingwu raised his head and glanced at the dark-faced man, and calmly replied: "Amitabha."

"Look at the punch!" The dark-faced man's eyes suddenly changed. He punched out with a powerful force like a rainbow. The violent momentum was like a tiger descending from the mountain. With just one punch, it was like a huge wave crashing towards the shore. The huge fist It hit Monk Lingwu on the chest, and even the stone bricks under his feet cracked.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the frail old monk, only to see that his clasped hands did not move at all, his calm eyes just lowered slightly, and there was a faint golden light around him, peaceful and gentle, completely incompatible with the killing power of the black-faced man. Meaning the opposite.

After one punch, the old monk did not fall down. The black-faced man's expression became much more solemn: "As expected of the abbot of Northern Shaolin, a certain family has surrendered!"

After he finished speaking, he punched out two more suddenly, and the punch landed on Abbot Lingwu like a thunderous force. His feet did not move back even half an inch while he stood still, but blood gradually appeared on the corners of his mouth.

"Good monk!"

The black-faced man withdrew his fist, took a deep look at Abbot Lingwu, and then the murderous intent around him slowly subsided: "I've finished the three punches of a certain family, and the past grudges have been wiped out. Let's say goodbye."

Having said that, this man actually turned around and left. This neat move stunned everyone in the world, and also made the faces of Shaolin people look hopeful. But then, the old man who just spoke again stood up.

"Abbott, I don't have anything else to say. I just want to be like the black man just now, fight the abbot for three moves, and then the grudges will be resolved. How about that?" the old man said.

"Amitabha." Abbot Lingwu lowered his eyes and sighed, still keeping his hands clasped and standing still.

"Hey, abbot, be careful!" The old man chuckled sinisterly, then turned his palm into a hook and hit the vital part of Lingwu's neck.

The monks all raised their hearts when they saw this. Lingjing even wanted to jump out and stop him several times, but Lingwu remained as motionless as a green pine. It wasn't until the hook fell on him that he silently recited a Buddhist verse. Golden lights appeared on the body, some turned into Buddhist sounds, and some turned into scriptures, which seemed to have a sense of sacredness that could not be blasphemed.

"The old monk fought back!" The old man was shocked and angry, but then he discovered that the golden light was as gentle as water and would not cause any harm to him, so he took action with confidence, but although the golden light did not hurt anyone, it would protect him. With spiritual enlightenment, in the shining golden light, the power of the three claws was easily removed.

"Okay, okay - old monk, you are awesome, I'm leaving!" In full view of everyone, the old man couldn't help but show off, so he had to say angrily and leave.

All the people in the Jianghu looked at each other, and soon someone stood up and said loudly: "Abbott! Shaolin killed seven of my brothers. Today, you take my seven swords and cancel this hatred with one stroke. How about that!"

Abbot Lingwu nodded slightly, and then the man pulled out his sword and stabbed out seven rays of sword light, but they were all resolved by the golden light. After everyone observed carefully, they found that in the golden light, in addition to the scriptures and Buddhist sounds, there was actually a A sword.

Monk Lingjing looked at this scene and whispered to several senior monks of the Ling generation beside him: "Senior brother, this martial art seems to be somewhat similar to the breaking sword technique, but how is this possible? The breaking sword is a martial art of attack. Why? Senior brother used it, but he didn't even have the slightest intention to kill."

On the other side, as the Jianghu people stood up to fight with Monk Lingwu, the golden light on his body, which was originally as bright as a thousand lamps, was now mostly dimmed. Although everyone did not understand the secret of this Buddhist martial arts, they could roughly see it. , if the golden light dissipates, the monk must have run out of oil and the lamp has dried up.

So all the Jianghu people came up one after another, and secretly Cui Yixiao also became interested. He suddenly picked up his bow and nocked an arrow, and then a meteor shot out of the string, passed over the crowd, and hit the golden light, screaming. It immediately dimmed by three points.

"What kind of martial arts is this? It's as hard as a tortoise shell. Shaolin Temple still has such martial arts?" Cui Yixiao asked in surprise. His archery skills are not invincible, but even if he is a master of martial arts, he wants to be as perfect as Lingwu. It is impossible to ignore his arrows.

"Although this martial art seems to be just for self-protection like a turtle shell, there seems to be some meaning of sword skills in it." Yan Feng stared at it for a long time, and suddenly said in surprise: "This is - the Blood Demon Sword. Law? No, this is impossible, why can that monk use this martial arts to be like this?"

When the two Jinyi guards were surprised, a sword light suddenly burst out from the crowd, and then a man in black rushed out and cut off the remaining golden light on Abbot Lingwu's body with a sword.

"Guihong Sword Technique! With this kind of skill, can you say that -" Monk Lingjing was shocked, then he looked at the man in black and said angrily: "Yuan Muhan! It's no wonder that you are also the leader of a sect! You actually hid your identity and plotted a sneak attack! Do you still want to be shameless or not?"

When the identity of the man in black was revealed, he simply pulled off his black robe to reveal his true appearance. Just as Monk Lingjing said, this man was Yuan Muhan, the head of the Kunlun Sect.

"Stop talking nonsense! Today, the poor Taoist will first kill this bald donkey who eats the inside and outside of the body to eliminate harm to the righteous way!"

Yuan Muhan struck with another sword, watching Abbot Lingwu's body of golden light dissipate, as if he had no backup plan. At this critical moment, his body seemed to go back in time, and the golden light as bright as the sun once again appeared on his body. Burst out.

"How is that possible!" Yuan Muhan's sword failed, and he backed away a few feet in shock, staring at Abbot Lingwu with uncertain eyes: "Is his true energy endless?"

This scene shocked everyone in the world. Many people already wanted to retreat after seeing this. This monk could not be killed. How many people had worked hard for a long time to cut off the weird golden light. Now everything was restored to the original. This called them what to do.

Secretly, Cui Yixiao was shocked, while Yan Feng's eyes lit up: "So it's the same!"

"Sir?" Cui Yixiao asked in confusion.

Yan Feng glanced at Abbot Lingwu who was glowing with golden light, and said to Cui Yixiao: "There is no more time to sing in Shaolin, let's go back."

"This -" Cui Yixiao was stunned: "Sir, that monk has achieved such a magical skill now, how can we let him go!"

"You are wrong. He did not achieve magical power, he is seeking his own death," Yan Feng said with a firm tone: "Look carefully at that monk, he is already dead!"

With a word that woke up the dreamer, Cui Yixiao quickly looked back and saw the monk covered in golden light. At this moment, his eyebrows were slightly closed, and his eyes were dark. He had no look at all, but the golden light around him was still there. Burning like a flame.

"How is this possible?" Cui Yixiao said in shock: "When a person dies, the light goes out, he is already dead, why does the true energy not dissipate?"

Yan Feng glanced at the old monk bathed in the golden light from a distance, and said leisurely: "Who knows, there are always some things in this world that cannot be explained clearly. Let's go, we have nothing to do here anymore."

In August, various sects from Jianghu besieged Northern Shaolin. Abbot Lingwu made an agreement with the masters of each sect to repay the sins of Shaolin with his own strength. He blocked the masters of each sect without repaying a single move and prevented anyone from entering the mountain gate. , after the war, the grudges disappeared like smoke, and all the factions in the world dispersed immediately. Later, Abbot Lingwu passed away in front of the mountain gate.

(End of this chapter)