At the beginning of Niujia Village, my sister-in-law and I depended on each other.

Chapter 34 I just wanted to give Master Shang a slap in the face

Niu Dingtian held the bell in his arms, struck it forty-nine times quickly, and then flew out of the building.

He turned over and crossed the temple gate, ignoring the group of monks at the door and speeding down the mountain along the mountain path.

In Shaoshi Mountain at night, there is no one on the mountain road, only a full moon is shining with silver light.

The rapid shuttle rush made the cold wind of winter rustle in Niu Dingtian's ears like ice knives.

The steps under his feet continued, and Niu Dingtian's heart gradually calmed down under the cold wind.

Speaking of which, what he did today was against the moral principles of the world, and was even the same as the old thief Murong Bo back then.

But how many people who really talk about the morality of the world will end well? Jue Zhen and Sue Xing's behavior today may not necessarily be morally righteous, but they just realize that they are a powerless scholar and seem easy to bully.

Regardless of whether they are evil spirits or crooked people, or the so-called upright sects, they are all fighting for themselves or their sect's interests when they are in the rivers and lakes.

The devil has his own way to go astray, and the noble and upright people also have their own methods. If there was no tyrannical force, he did not believe that the Shaolin Temple would not kill him when he learned that he was pregnant with such miraculous skills as Arhat's Demon Subduing Technique.

Even many years later, when the Dragon-Slaying Sword and the Yitian Sword came out, it was the same. In the face of the interests of the world, there was no distinction between good and evil, only bloodshed. This is Jianghu!

Maybe the difference between me now and Murong Bo's disciples, or even the upright people from famous families, is that they can kill people for the sake of profit, but I am not willing to kill innocent people.

The rivers and lakes are just a corner of the world. If we can't even break through this obstacle, how will we be able to make it to the end in the coming troubled times?

Today's move may have been a bit hasty. I originally planned to spend two or three days to slowly get it done.

I just didn't expect that Jue Zhen would change his mind at the last minute and only gave him half a day. Moreover, there is a very skilled sutra protector in the Sutra-Tibetan Pavilion, whose aura is far above the level of enlightenment.

If he were to directly capture and kill him alone, and then deal with Jue Zhen Jue Xing, it would be no problem. If the three of them attacked the enemy together, he might not be able to escape unscathed.

This is why he forced his way onto the second floor, as time was running out.

Unexpectedly, because of his benevolence, the old monk would abandon him and pursue Han Xiaoying.

If he had been in the Sutra Pavilion at that time and had directly slapped the old monk to death, perhaps Han Xiaoying, Niu Ben, and those who came up the mountain to assist him would not have been in danger.

Still not ruthless enough!

But is that kind of result what you want?

Niu Dingtian began to have some conflicts in his heart. In the midst of the entanglement, the aura in his body suddenly became a little disordered.

At this moment, the breathing method started to operate autonomously, the Niu Ding Tian Ling Gate cleared instantly, and his breath calmed down again.

In the blink of an eye, Niu Dingtian felt his heart pounding.

Damn!

I almost went crazy!

At this time, the cold wind in the mountain road did not suppress his cold sweat.

But after calming down, I felt relaxed again, and my mood suddenly felt sublimated:

Just do whatever you want!

That’s right, it’s all up to you!
Putting aside his thoughts, he even felt relaxed, and continued to fly along the mountain road, speeding down the mountain.

A few breaths later, in front of the mountain road, a figure suddenly appeared, galloping towards Niu Dingtian.

It's the old monk in sackcloth.

After seeing the figure clearly, Niu Dingtian felt a little relieved when he saw him returning empty-handed.

"Master, please stay!" Niu Dingtian had not yet confirmed the safety of Han Xiaoying and others, so he could not let them go. He just dodged away and blocked the way a few feet away. His face was cold and he spoke in a quiet voice.

"Why do donors have to be so hard on each other?"

The old monk knew that he was no match for this man, so he could only persuade him hard.

Niu Dingtian said nothing, staring closely at the old monk's old face without moving his eyes. After a while, he said coldly:
"Master knows what I want!"

When the old monk heard this, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes. After being silent for a while, he slowly said:

"Donor, don't worry. The poor monk at the foot of the mountain has not caught up with the female benefactor. As for..."

"As for those who blocked the road, I, the Buddha, are merciful. The poor monk did not kill him, but he still has to suffer a little."

After saying that, he stood there silently, but his aura also increased slightly, as if he was preparing for it.

After listening to the old monk's words, Niu Dingtian was completely relieved. However, after a moment of silence, he still grinned and said:

"Master, you know, before I came down just now, I wanted to give you a slap in the face."

"Amitabha!"

After hearing this, the old monk in sackcloth blurted out a Buddha's name, followed by a period of silence, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly to show that he was not calm.

It seems like you were the one who took the scriptures by force, right? But the words were not spoken and were meaningless.

"but."

Seeing the other party's silence, Niu Dingtian seemed to feel that it was a bit too much. He paused, and then continued seriously:

"But it's better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. We can't get to know each other without fighting. After all, it was me who took the initiative today. The fact that the master injured one of my subordinates can be regarded as an offset."

When the old monk in sackcloth heard this, he couldn't help but clasped his hands and said slowly to Niu Dingtian:

"The poor monk failed to protect the scriptures this time and should return to the temple to be punished. However, the scriptures taken by the donor are the property of our temple. Please return them as soon as possible."

The old monk also understood in his heart that the opponent was strong enough but never killed him, so he must not want to form a deadly feud with the Shaolin Temple. Now that I have been able to settle down from the mountain, I am afraid that I am no longer able to defeat my true awareness.

Now that we have reached this point, it is impossible to directly retrieve the scriptures, but the attitude must be expressed.

The scripture belongs to the Shaolin Temple, and sooner or later it must be returned to its original owner. Whether you return it or I take it, this is a matter of principle and position, and it cannot be changed even if you continue to fight at the risk of defeat.

Niu Dingtian heard the looseness in the old monk's mouth, and of course he knew that saying these words could not be because the other person was kind-hearted, and the Buddha was ruthless towards the behavior of disturbing the foundation.

If he hadn't been strong enough, the other party would have slapped him with his palm.

But Niu Dingtian had no intention of possessing the scriptures for a long time. Seeing that the other party was so understanding, he did not want to continue to offend him. He immediately calmed down and replied warmly:
"Don't worry, Master. I am also a scholar. I am just borrowing the scriptures, so I will naturally remember to return them."

Having said this, he paused again, ignoring the twitching expression on the old monk's face, and said seriously:

"Two years from now, on the eighth day of August, on Jiugong Mountain outside Xiangyang City, a ceremony will be held to establish the sect. I have invited Master Juezhen of your temple to attend the ceremony, and I will give your temple a satisfactory explanation then!"

"That's it for today, I'll take my leave!"

After Niu Dingtian said that, without waiting for the old monk to reply, he spread out his body skills and rushed down the mountain. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the mountain road.

"Amitabha"

The old monk silently watched Niu Dingtian's disappearing figure, but his heart was not as calm as his face.

(End of this chapter)