Chapter 385 A thousand years of monstroy, one day long

In the world of wind and clouds, Shaolin Wudang has been closed for many years. And today, a man dressed as a swordsman stood under the gate of the three characters of Shaolin Temple again.

The knife emperor stood in front of the temple gate in Shaolin, looking at the somewhat dilapidated gate and the spider web on the mahogany door.

"Dong Dong..." The knife emperor stretched out his hand and slapped heavily on the door, making a dull sound.

"Gak..." The knife emperor had been knocking for a long time before the gate of Shaolin Temple was opened. First of all, a bald monk poked his head out of the crack in the door.

"This benefactor, I, Shaolin has been sealed off the mountain for a hundred years, and I don't see any outsiders!" The little monk put his hands together and bowed to the knife emperor.

"Get the Great Evil King, and I will turn around and leave!" The knife emperor glanced at the little monk, then pushed the door open under the opposition of the little monk, and walked in without saying a word.

"Lord, Lord!" The little monk quickly followed, but the knife emperor went to the hall without reason.

The ground paved with green bricks is full of potholes, there are weeds in the bricks, and the houses in the temple are also dilapidated. Everything shows the decline of this thousand-year-old temple.

"Amitabha, old Shaolin abbot Shi Yongxin, I have seen the donor!" An old monk in the Buddha Hall walked out gently and looked at the knife queen for a moment.

"You are the abbot of Shaolin! Where's your martial arts!" Looking at the old monk in front of him, Daohuang frowned, because the monk was dressed in monk's clothes and looked like he had no martial arts at all.

"Amitabha, what the old man practiced is Buddhism, not martial arts!" The old monk smiled compassionately, as if the Shaolin Temple really wanted to practice Buddhism!

No, Shaolin Temple doesn't practice Buddhism!

is also wrong. Only Buddhism is practiced in the world, and swords and soldiers are inevitably added!

"The monk, I won't talk nonsense with you. I'll turn around and leave after handing over the evil king!" After thinking for a while, the knife emperor was relieved and said in a low voice to the old monk.

"Amitabha, I don't know what the donor is talking about!" The smile on the old monk's face remained unchanged, and his eyes were full of sincerity.

"I don't know! Don't drink a toast!" The knife emperor snorted coldly, and the fighting knife in his hand waved out, cutting the little monk beside him into two sections.

"Amitabha!"

Blood splashed on the old monk's face, and the old monk gently closed his eyes and recited the Buddha's name, without changing the calmness on his face.

"Do you know now?" The knife emperor put the fighting knife in his hand on the old monk's neck and asked word by word.

"The monks don't talk about it!" The old monk still shook his head and didn't want to say more.

"How dares to come to Shaolin to make trouble!"

"Quickly, protect the abbot!"

With the stalemate of the two, dozens of Shaolin monks with monk sticks rushed out from all directions and surrounded the knife emperor tightly in the middle.

"Recede..." The abbot Shaolin glanced at the monks around him and said in a low voice.

"Abbot!" Dozens of monks were puzzled and didn't understand the meaning of the abbot.

"Recede..." The abbot looked at the monk's unmoved look and muffled, and put his sleeves behind him.

"This!" The monks looked at the blood stains on the ground and the smiling sword emperor. They were not sure that the abbot was with this person.

"Old monk, hand over the great evil king, or I will wash Shaolin with blood today!"

The scramble knife in the knife emperor's hand shines in the sun, while the old monk looks at the nose, nose, mouth and heart.

"What a bald donkey, how long can I see how long you can stand it!" The knife emperor did not eat fast and recite the Buddha. Seeing that the old monk could not splash in, the knife emperor raised a big knife and split it behind him.

The silver-white knife gas is beautiful in the sun, and the flying blood fog after the knife gas makes the beauty of killing in this thousand-year-old temple.

" Monk, don't say anything!" The knife emperor's hand fell, and the rolling head fell to the ground.

"Amitabha..."

"The Shaolin Temple does not practice martial arts! It's ridiculous!..... Kill..." The knife emperor waved another knife, and the dozens of monks behind him were suddenly more than half of the casualties.

"Amitabha, good and good!" The old monk recited the Buddha's name without explaining why Shaolin does not practice martial arts today.

The Great Evil King is a jealous soldier, which contains unparalleled evilness and a curse on the sky. After the Shaolin monk brought the evil king back to the Shaolin Temple, every year, some masters lost their minds and became killed.

After 300 years of exploration, the monks in Shaolin found out the reason. That is, the great evil king is the most vicious. Three hundred years of suppression not only failed to eliminate its evil nature, but also aggravated it. And around it, as long as people with martial arts will be induced by the magic of their hearts until they fall into the magic way. Therefore, today's Shaolin Temple is forbidden to practice martial arts, and all the monks practicing martial arts have been dispersed from Shaolin Temple.

However, things must be reversed. According to the recent performance of the Great Evil King, as long as there are decades, Shaolin can completely suppress the evil nature of the Great Evil King with Buddhism, so it is not allowed to fail.

"The monk, you can't make friends with the evil king!" The knife emperor shouted and raised the big knife in his hand again.

"Buddha's saying, Buddha cut meat and feeds the eagle, and with the heart of the little self, he becomes the meaning of the big self, Amitabha..." The old monk couldn't bear to watch the killing of the knife emperor, but turned to the door of the hall and sat down cross his knees.

"The big monk asked the elder if he could see the Buddha with his body. The elder Xu Bodhi replied that all Dharma is false and should not be seen in person..."

The old monk crossed his knees and spoke high-sounding scriptures, and then the scriptures rose one after another and finally disappeared between heaven and earth.

"Abbot!" The monks cried in unison, because with the end of the scriptures, the old monk had died in front of the Buddha Hall to show his persistence by death.

"Okay, good monk, it's really good! But I am determined to win the great evil king, master, I have offended!"

Looking at the abbot who would rather be silent in front of his eyes than tell the whereabouts of the evil king, the knife emperor bowed his head slightly to show his respect. After all, such a person is rare in the world.

The Sword Emperor flew to the hall, and his body passed the abbot's body and walked into the hall.

Where is it? Where is the Great Evil King? The knife emperor kept looking in front of the Buddha statue, and behind him was more and more crying, which finally sounded into one.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour. The Sword Emperor kept looking for the Great Evil King, and there was also the sound of chanting scriptures outside the door.

"If I hear it, in the future world, if there is a good man or a good woman who hears that she is the name of the Tibetan Bodhisattva, or the person who joins hands, admirers, the ceremonies, and admirers, it is a person who surpasses the 30 disasters."

The sound of chanting resounds in this thousand-year-old temple. It seems to bring back this dilapidated Shaolin Temple back to its heyday after being closed for many years.

"Brother abbot!" Just as the chanting came one after another, a cry of grief suddenly came.

"Master Shi Wu!"

"Master! The abbot died so miserably. He was forced to die!"

"Master, you have to make the decision for us!"

"Master, the villain is now in the hall. Many of our brothers have died!"

Shi Wuzun, dressed in fiery red monk's clothes, fell from the sky under the shouts of countless disciples and knelt in front of the abbot with a plop.

"Brother, you said there was a big disaster today, why did you tell me so late! If we don't practice martial arts, are we still Shaolin, the great evil king, and the great evil king really that important?"

Shi Wuzun kowtowed repeatedly on the abbot's body, recalling the tears of the past. In the past, the Shaolin monk's demeanor had long been lost.

"You are the elder brother of the old monk! Then tell me, where is the Great Evil King? Listening to Shi Wuzun's words outside, the Sword Emperor decisively gave up his blind search and came out of the hall and stood in front of Shi Wuzun.

"Only my brother knows the whereabouts of the Great Evil King in the whole Shaolin, and my brother is kind-hearted and dedicated to Buddhism. How can you deal with such a person who has no dispute with the world!" Shi Wuzun raised his head, and his angry eyes appeared on the Shaolin monk for the first time.

"Bah! The old monk can't think about it by himself. I haven't even touched his fingers!" The knife emperor was furious when he heard this and denied it.

"Amitabha, my disciple is unfilial, and I will kill him in the Daxiong Hall today. If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!"

Shi Wuzun ignored the sword emperor's explanation. When he stood up, the expression on his face had changed from compassion to murderousness.

"Amitabha!" Shi Wuzun waved the samurai on his body and bent down to worship the sword emperor.

With Shi Wuzun's action, a black sling appeared at Shi Wuzun's feet, scaring the monks behind him couldn't help but take a few steps back.

After getting the Great Evil King, such a scene is not strange to everyone. And now Shi Wuzun is what the heart demon looks like after entering the body.

"My Buddha is merciful and let me go to the West..." Shi Wuzun shouted loudly and instantly became a Buddha. In response to the old saying, the practice of Taoism is short for thousands of years, and it is a long day to be enchanted...