Super Soldier

One day, two days, three days.

On the night of the third day, a voice suddenly appeared in the Shaolin Temple: "Please ask Xiao Bing to enter the interior!"

This sound sounds old but also full of energy.

Xiao Bing slowly stood up. He took off his sunglasses, put the sunglasses in his pocket, and carried his hands toward the temple.

At this time, Xiao Bing’s breath was even more sturdy than before. He sat here for three days and three nights. Every day, many tourists were treated as monkeys for exhibitions and discussions. Xiao Bing was not only angry and embarrassed, but instead I feel that my state of mind has improved a bit, because these are things that Xiao Bing has never experienced before. Xiao Bing does not feel that it is humiliating, nor is it like many high-ranking people who are generally faint and even faint. I have not heard it.

Xiao Bing listened carefully to the discussion voices, those who talked about their own voices. Xiao Bing never had this in his life. Instead, he enjoyed it, and used shame as a treat. He visited the three days as a life. Valuable experience, and in this, Xiao Bing's heart and realm have actually improved, although the degree of promotion is not to break through, but it is not small progress.

"Wu Xue really still has to understand from life." Xiao Bing felt secretly, some happy, these three days time can not let Xiao Bing give birth to a trace of anger, but let Xiao Bing feel a little happy, three days of harvest It is enough for the last three months.

Xiao Bing walked into the monastery. There was a 50-year-old sorghum waiting in front of him. He gave a gift to Xiao Bing and said: "Amitabha, Xiao Bing, our abbot has a request."

Xiao Bing took a look at this sorghum. This old monk looks like a kind-hearted, good-looking elder, but his strength has reached the peak of the enthusiasm, and there is only a long distance from breaking the void.

Xiao Bing couldn’t help but feel a glimpse of his heart. The strength of a high-spirited singer can already rival the eight members of the Diablo World Summit. The martial arts of Shaolin is worthy of the name!

Xiao Bing smiled and said: "Thank you for taking the lead."

The master looked at Xiao Bing in amazement. In his opinion, a person was waiting outside for three days and three nights. At this time, it should be full of grievances, but Xiao Bing actually made you not happy, no anger, as always. Bin is polite, the master said with emotion: "Amitabha, Xiao Bing, the lord is not only a martial arts realm, but also a human heart."

Xiao Bing smiled and said: "The master is very polite. I don't know what the master should call it?"

"The old man is the law."

Xiao Bing knows that the current Shaolin abbot's law number is Zhiming, and the Zhengzi generation should be Shaolin's second generation disciple.

Zheng Ren took Xiao Bing and walked into the abbot's residence and left. Xiao Bing knocked on the door. Someone in the room said: "Please ask the Xiao Bing donor."

With a bang, Xiao Bing pushed open the wooden door and then walked in, but saw a white-browed old man sitting on the wooden bed with his knees and saw Xiao Bing coming in. He gently pointed to a chair next to him. Said: "Shou Bing donor please sit down, do not know what Xiao Bing donors look for the old man?"

This old man seems to be stunned, like an old tree, giving people a feeling of vicissitudes, old age, and with unspeakable details.

Xiao Bing looked at the past. After contact with Laojiao’s eyes, Xiao Bing was surprised to see another world from his gaze. It was a world of heavenly Buddhas. Countless stilts around him were singing Dharma. Xiao Bing was surprised. Quickly broke free from that spiritual power.

The abbot of Zhiming said with a smile: "The martial arts of Xiao Bing’s lord should be regarded as a contemporary genius, and the world is rare."

Xiao Bing said: "The old abbot, regardless of martial arts or mental strength, is far from me. If I say that I am a sharp sword, then the old gentleman is a continuous mountain."

Xiao Bing sat down on the chair. The more he saw, the more he felt that the realm of the abbot in front of him was like the sea. Wang Yang could not see the depth.

Xiao Bing said: "The abbot, I came here this time to want to inquire about the specific location of the fairy door."

Zhiming’s abbot said quietly: “We Shaolin Temple never participated in the martial arts’ grievances, not to mention that the fairy door has long been closed, and it will only appear once in 20 years. Even if it is hundreds of years ago, our Shaolin is also Regardless of the world, Xiao Bing’s donor asked the wrong person."

Xiao Bing said: "The fairy door caught my friend."

Zhiming abbot sighed: "The fairy door is not an evil sect. After your friend is taken away, there is absolutely no danger to life. It is estimated that it will be accepted as a disciple and follow the art."

Xiao Bing smiled and said: "If the arrested is the parents and family of Zhiming abbot?"

The abbot of Zhiming shook his head and said: "When you enter Buddhism, all four are empty. Since everything is just empty, where is my family?"

Xiao Bing heard that Zhiming’s abbot actually said so, suddenly stood up and laughed loudly: “I have waited for three days and three nights. If I only exchanged four words for all four, then I will give you Shaolin today. The fire is burning, what about it?"

After Xiao Bing finished, he walked toward the door and said: "So Shaolin, burn it out! I will go and put a fire now, so that everything is empty!"

The vicissitudes of wisdom and abbot, the wisdom and the depth of the sea have finally risen a bit. The Shaolin Temple is a holy place. Even after so many changes in history, there have been so many changes, but no one has ever said that it is going to set fire directly. Burning Shaolin Temple, and the person in front of him is because he is not willing to help him a lot, he actually wants to set fire to the temple.

The abbot of Zhiming moved his anger and directly reached out to the volley of the palm to grab Xiaobing. However, he saw a golden force in the room forming a huge palm. Like the huge palm of the Buddha, he will immediately The body is caught in it.

Xiao Bing’s body was wrapped in a huge golden giant palm, and then a horrible breath erupted from the inside of Xiao Bing’s body. The breath of the palm was disordered, then collapsed and dissipated.

Xiao Bing turned and looked at Zhiming. He had no anger on his face, but with a smile, he said: "Zhi Ming abbot, you said that when you enter the Buddha's Gate, all four are empty, but I want to burn you Shaolin Temple, but you still move anger, this Is your four majors empty?"

The abbot of Zhiming stunned for a moment, then revealed a bit of shyness and folded his hands together: "Amitabha, the donor said very much."

Xiao Bing sighed: "My friend is now in the hands of the fairy door. I need to save. You feel that there is no difference between saving and not saving. In the eyes of the abbot, even if the parents and family are empty, but you are on your mouth. If you say this, can you do it in your heart? I want to burn your temple. You are still like this. If I kill your family, can you turn a blind eye? The abbot, you can’t, how can I let my friends? Fall into the hands of others, life and death are unknown?"

Zhiming’s abbot sighed: “Xiao Bing’s lord is a man of great wisdom. This is really a shame to the old man’s words.”

Xiao Bing also put his hands together and read: "Amitabha, Buddha is in your heart, you feel that you can put down everything in this world, but it turns out that you still can't let go, facing the harm to your own, or harm If you want to let go of your anger, you can't help it. Now I want to ask the abbot, I talked to you so much, you seem to have some understanding, if I burn your temple now, you will still Block it?"

Zhiming abbot shook his head and said: "It will block."

Xiao Bing smiled and said: "So, the abbot changed his position and thought about it. If you change it to be you, will you let your family and friends be kidnapped? If the abbot of Zhiming is so arrogant, if it is changed I can't do any thinking, but also talk about how I can't go to **** and who goes to hell? The master's martial arts realm is deep, but the ideological realm still belongs to the mortal."

The abbot of Zhiming said with emotion: "What Xiao Bing’s lord said is that in the realm of Dharma, I am still too far away."

There was a bit of regret in the tone of Zhiming’s abbot. He thought about it for a moment. He finally sighed and was about to talk. Suddenly, the entire Shaolin Temple began to shake the mountain. The face of Zhiming’s abbot changed and immediately rushed from the room. Going out, although Xiao Bing was amazed at what happened in Shaolin, he also knew that it was definitely a major event, and he hurriedly followed.

Out of the room, Xiao Bing clearly felt that Shaolin Temple was originally a sea of ​​arrogance, but at this moment, suddenly a very evil atmosphere began to spread, and it spread from the depths of the earth.

Is there something hidden in the underground of Shaolin?

Xiao Bing chased in the direction of Zhiming Abbot. At this time, many people in Shaolin had been alarmed, and countless people flew in the same direction.

However, seeing the abbot of Zhiming flew over a cliff at the back of the temple, Xiao Bing and some of the young monks of Shaolin also followed. Xiao Bing looked at it casually and felt even more incredible about the foundation of Shaolin Temple. In the crowd, Xiao The soldiers actually saw that the strengths of several big monks broke through to break the virtual realm. They even saw that the strength of an elderly monk reached a half-step realm, and the strength of Shaolin’s first master, Zhiming’s abbot, was in Xiao Bing. On the top, even Xiao Bing can not see the depth, it can be seen that the foundation of this Shaolin Temple is indeed deep enough.

But at this moment, these people are all looking dignified, each person's eyes are exposed to the taboo color, and in the cliff, the evil black breath continues to spread upwards, Xiao Bing can even vaguely hear the inside of the cliff Far deeper, it seems that there are wild beasts in the roar of anger!

Ps: I usually spend too little time with my children. I have to take time to spend time with my children, so there are only two more every day on weekends.