Zhang Sanfeng, the Poor Road, Convinces People with Reason

"If you can really eliminate the devil and defend the Tao, the poor monk is naturally willing, but..."

Zhang Sanfeng interrupted him.

"Okay, Pindao didn't see you wrong. Now, Pindao will give you a chance."

"You immediately leave Shaolin and go to the Wudang gate of Pindao, and Pindao will help you, kill Ding Chunqiu, and eliminate the harm of martial arts."

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Xu Zhu was shocked.

He had been a monk in Shaolin since he was a child, and it was like a bolt from the blue when he suddenly heard that he was asked to leave Shaolin.

"No, this is absolutely impossible, the little monk will not follow..."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled coldly.

"You said just now that you are willing to give up everything of yourself in order to get rid of demons."

"Now, it's just for you to quit Shaolin, don't you want it?"

"Monks don't lie, have you even forgotten this? What kind of monk do you still want to be?"

He was sternly accused by Zhang Sanfeng.

Xu Zhu suddenly fell into a glacier, sluggish and speechless.

"Xuzhu, do you really want to see that Ding Chunqiu continues to harm the martial arts and continue to kill and set fire?"

"Do you know how many people died because of your unwillingness, and their families were destroyed?"

"You let this happen, you don't care about it at all, and you just eat fast and recite Buddha. What's the difference between helping Zhou and abusing Zhou?"

"What will you look like in the future, to see the Buddha?"

Zhang Sanfeng's words, like thunder, exploded in Xu Zhu's mind.five.

Chapter 112

In an instant, Xu Zhu only felt that his mind was in chaos.

All five are burned.

He seemed to see the people who died tragically, weeping in front of his eyes, accusing him of being wrong.

"Is this all my fault?"

Xuzhu muttered to himself.

He once saw Ding Chunqiu kill ten coachmen with his own eyes.

Thinking of those people, they all died because of their own unwillingness.

Xu Zhu suddenly felt that he had committed an unforgivable sin.

But let Xuzhu quit Shaolin from now on, but it is extremely reluctant.

Therefore, he felt extremely entangled and painful.

Knowing that the time was ripe, Zhang Sanfeng sighed.

"Well, if you don't want to, the poor road can't force you."

"You just need to remember when you recite the scriptures at the Shaolin Temple. Those who were killed by Ding Chunqiu, part of the cause of their death, were blamed on your unwillingness."

"You kill countless people, but you pretend to eat fast food every day and meditate on Buddha..."

"If you still have any conscience, remember to recite the rebirth mantra several times for them."

Listening to Zhang Sanfeng's words, Xu Zhu felt that his head was about to burst.

He put his hands over his ears and drank suddenly.

"Don't talk, don't talk... please don't talk..."

Zhang Sanfeng sneered.

"Since you feel that you have sinned deeply, why are you unwilling to quit Shaolin?"

Although Xu Zhu covered his ears with his hands, Zhang Sanfeng was so cultivated that it was really easy to get the sound into his ears.

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Xu Zhu suddenly trembled.

He only felt that it was absolutely impossible to withdraw himself from Shaolin.

But I never thought about it, why not?

Just because he grew up in Shaolin, Shaolin is like home to him.

Even though Xu Zhu was already in his twenties, in fact, because he had been chanting scriptures and chanting Buddhas on the mountain, he knew nothing about the world.

Simple-minded, still childlike.

"Falling into hell, or leaving Shaolin, is more important, don't you really know?"

Zhang Sanfeng's voice, like a flash in the darkness, illuminated Xu Zhu's mind.

He raised his head slightly dazedly.

"If I leave Shaolin, will you really kill Ding Chunqiu?"

Zhang Sanfeng was overjoyed, knowing that Xu Zhu had been shaken.

"Of course, as long as you leave Shaolin and join my Wudang sect, I will definitely kill Ding Chunqiu."

Xu Zhu asked again.

"Ding Chunqiu has great martial arts, can you kill him?"

Zhang Sanfeng laughed.

"Using Pindao's martial arts to kill Ding Chunqiu, it is easy to turn back the palm of your hand."

After speaking, he slammed a palm towards the big tree next to him.

Tai Chi Subduing Dragon!

In an instant, nine dragon-shaped qi energy spit out from his palm.

Nine dragons fly to the sky, and wherever they pass, they will destroy the dead.

The tree fell down.

This time, I couldn't help but Xu Zhu, even the Four Swords of Mei, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum, was also startled.

The martial arts of the new venerable lord, compared with the original old venerable lord, may be even worse.

Xu Zhu was even more stunned.

Although he grew up in the Shaolin Temple, he had never seen any eminent monk in Shaolin who would be so powerful when he practiced martial arts.

Xu Zhu only felt that Zhang Sanfeng was like a fairy, and his ability was beyond imagination.

"Xuzhu, as long as you leave Shaolin and join Wudang, Pindao will kill Ding Chunqiu and never break his promise."

"The poor monk doesn't understand why he must leave Shaolin?"

Xu Zhu asked inexplicably.

Zhang Sanfeng sneered.

"Pin Dao hates the bald donkey in Shaolin Temple the most in his life. If you don't want to leave Shaolin, don't let Pin Dao kill Ding Chunqiu."

Xuzhu bowed his head sadly.

"Forget it, the poor monk promises you that from today, you will leave Shaolin and join Wudang. You must keep your promise."

After Xu Zhu said these words, he suddenly felt light all over.

I just felt that all the sins I had all over my body dissipated at this moment.

I thought it would be extremely painful to leave Shaolin.

Unexpectedly, when things came to an end, I didn't feel that way, but felt a sense of relief.

"Hahaha!"

Zhang Sanfeng was overjoyed.

Finally, this big hang was forced, and I received it from Wudang Gate.

He patted Xu Zhu on the shoulder.

"From today onwards, you are no longer a monk, stop calling yourself a poor monk, and call yourself a poor Taoist."

Xu Zhu opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled.

"Buddha is originally the Tao, and it is nothing more than seeking transcendence. If you stick to the struggle between Buddhism and Tao, you will have a skin and fall into the lower vehicle."

Xu Zhu's heart trembled.

He seemed to understand what Zhang Sanfeng said, but he felt that it made sense.

"From today, you will change your name to Xu Zhuzi and become my Wudang disciple."

The virtual bamboo is combined and even salutes.

"Disciple remember."

He still saluted according to Buddhist etiquette.

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't say anything more.

This kind of habit, to be corrected, is not an overnight thing, but there is no need to rush it.

Anyway, now Xuzhu has announced to leave Shaolin and join Wudang.

Next to it, the four swords of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum opened their mouths again.

"Honored lord, now the people from Thirty-six Caves and Seventy-two Islands are attacking Misty Peak."

"In order to prevent Li Qiushui from attacking, there were eight sisters, all of whom have gone down the mountain."

"Only the sisters of the Juntian tribe are staying in the Vulture Palace. They are outnumbered, and we need to quickly return to help."