Trapped for 10 years

Chapter 156 The Old Monk

The second big round didn't take more than half an hour, and it was over.

Eight dead, three seriously injured and one slightly injured.

Then they competed for the top twelve.

In the third round, five died and one was slightly injured.The top six decide.

In the fourth round, two died and one was slightly injured.

The top three decide!

After four rounds, some people cried and some laughed.

But most of the people must be crying because they lost nothing.

And a small number of people are naturally most of the bosses on the hanging stage.

They made a lot of money, and they were very happy.

So in gambling, very few people win, but most people lose. It is just a game in which the money of the majority is transferred to the pockets of a small number of people through some form.

The losers are naturally the ordinary people, and the winners must be the masters of the game—those big shots.

Within two hours, they lost all their life's efforts. Many people jumped directly from the windows of the gymnasium because they couldn't accept this fact, and died on the spot.

And in the square, someone had already prepared knives in advance, and when they were all lost, they would drag a few to be buried with them.

For a while, no matter in the stadium or on the square, there were quite a few riots.

Because there were too many suicides and murders, the situation suddenly got out of control.

The competition had to be interrupted for half an hour.

Fortunately, the organizers had already prepared relevant countermeasures in advance. The dead were quickly pulled away, and the crazy ones were killed on the spot.

In short, relying on iron fists, a riot was quickly quelled.

King Wu fights for hegemony, continue.

Seeing this, Su Qing and Murong Ting's hearts couldn't help but feel heavy.

"Sincerely, what age is it now, why does this murderous Shura field still exist? Isn't this going back to the barbaric state of society thousands of years ago?"

"That's right, it's simply too barbaric and bloody. Why is there no one to take care of this kind of Martial King Contest, which exists in such a grand manner?"

The opinions of the two girls were surprisingly unified this time.

Lu Jinyan also took the two of them's words seriously, so he secretly made a decision in his heart.

When the matter is over, you must use your own strength to completely disintegrate this martial king's hegemony.

From now on, this kind of competition will never appear again, and this kind of Shura field will completely disappear from the world.

Doing such a thing is not for the sake of sentient beings, but just to make my beautiful woman smile all over the city and no longer be sad because of it.

The host here has already started announcing the top three winners, and then started to arrange bonuses.

All eyes.

On the biggest arena in the center, there are three people standing. No.1 is a middle-aged man with a mighty appearance, and the second person is a tall and thin old man. Between them, there was a viciousness.

The last person is an orthodox Shaolin monk. This person is wearing a monk's robe, with an incense scar on his head, and a kind face. He looks more than 60 years old, and he looks like an eminent monk.

Lu Jinyan didn't understand why such an eminent monk also participated in such a bloody competition.

However, this eminent monk did not go against the compassionate thoughts of the Buddhist school. Just after the martial arts competition, no matter how vicious his opponent's moves were, he would show mercy.

The lightly injured in each round are those who fought against him.

It can be seen from this that the person who fought against him today is the lucky one in misfortune.

If it weren't for meeting this compassionate old monk, I am afraid that more people would die today.

When it came to the awarding session, both the old man and the middle-aged man readily accepted it, but the old monk clasped his palms together and did not receive the bonus, which made the person in charge of the organizer a little embarrassed.

The old monk then snatched the microphone from the host and started to speak.

Everyone thought he would give some acceptance speeches, but what everyone present did not expect was that he actually talked about the principles of chanting scriptures and worshiping Buddha.

"The poor monk's dharma name is void, and he comes from Shaolin. Today, I am not here for this dung-like bonus, but to say a few words through this highly anticipated platform.

Every year, many people are killed or injured in the King of Wu Contest. The poor monk doesn't know why there is such a violent platform in the world.However, the poor monk would like to appeal to everyone again, whether you are driven by profit or violence, please stop earlier.

The poor monk also advised the organizers not to hold such a competition again, it is really a crime.The poor monk originally thought that this year's No King Contest would be the same as the previous ones, with at most a dozen people killed or injured.But judging from today's situation, it has to be chilling.What happened to the sentient beings, did they waste their lives for the sake of petty gains?
The Buddha said, if you plant good causes, you will get good results, and if you plant evil causes, you will get bad results.If the benefactors don't stop as soon as possible, I'm afraid they will suffer retribution.The so-called put down the butcher knife, turn around and be right. "

"Fuck you, you old bald donkey, what nonsense are you chattering about here! If you don't want to receive the award, get out! The 1000 million is divided equally between us brothers, and you're talking about it here, it's interesting What! Who listens to your nonsense!"

The old Taoist couldn't stand it anymore, and pointed at the old monk's nose and cursed.

The middle-aged man also looked disdainful, and then cursed: "Yes, you don't want the bonus, so I will share it with our brothers. You said that you are so great, if you didn't come here for money, what kind of martial arts are you competing here! "

Not only the two of them, but the behavior of the old monk also aroused the dissatisfaction of the organizers and the audience.

All of a sudden, my husband pointed and cursed.

What kind of old bald donkey, hurry up, what kind of hypocrite is really a villain, whoever says one thing and does another set to show off Buddhism.

In short, all kinds of ugly words came.

But the old monk stood still, clasped his palms together, and seemed to be silently praying for these sad people.

Seeing this, Lu Jinyan couldn't help sighing in his heart. In the world, the most common normal is that everyone is drunk and I am sober, but often the sober people are said to be ignorant by the drunks and pushed out to the bottom of society. Edge, not even leaving a way out.

This is human nature!

Su Qing and Murong Ting, as bystanders, also expressed sympathy for the experience of the old monk.

"Be careful, look at that old monk, how well he said it, why can't these people listen to it?"

"Is there any explanation? They are all crazy. I sincerely say that this monk is too lonely. Why don't we speak up for him and help him."

"Okay." Lu Jinyan respected the suggestions of the two girls and nodded.

But at this moment, the old monk suddenly roared loudly like a bell.

"Hey, so-called I don't go to hell, who will go to hell! Since the sentient beings don't listen to persuasion, the poor monk has no choice but to use force to let the sentient beings understand the truth!"

After the sound fell, the old monk took a step forward, then turned around, looking at the old Taoist and the middle-aged man.

"The poor monk is going to challenge the two benefactors. I wonder if you are willing to accept it? That's right, you two can come together."

(End of this chapter)