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Chapter 184 Shaolin Bureau 1
"Chaos starts from the mud, and the white lotus blooms and prospers!"

"Chaos starts from the mud, and the white lotus blooms and prospers!"

"Chaos starts from the mud, and the white lotus blooms and prospers!"

Deafening shouts resounded through the sky and the earth, and the murderous aura spread wantonly on the Shaoshi Mountain shrouded in night, from bottom to top, like the giant mouth of an evil dragon, baring its fangs, spitting out scarlet letters, spreading and devouring.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" The bell of the Drum Tower rang in the middle of the night, and the four monks punched and clapped around the two-meter-high copper bell with all their strength. There was no rhythm, only annoying Annoying mess.

"The villain Bailian attacked the mountain!"

"The villain is attacking the mountain, report to the abbot immediately!"

"Meet the enemy! Meet the enemy!"

"Chaos starts from the mud, and the white lotus blooms and prospers!"

From nowhere at the foot of the mountain, six hundred Bailian believers suddenly appeared, chanting the slogan that had been spread all over the world, brandishing swords, and rushing towards the ancient temple from all directions without fear of death.

The whole temple was immediately mobilized. The monks roared loudly, held various weapons in their hands, and used their own moves, or no moves at all, to fight with these madmen!
"This is a group of lunatics! Their mothers and protectors are still in the temple, how dare they! How dare they!"

"Evil demons act heretics, which are beyond the imagination of people!" Ling Yun said, waving his sleeves, and rushed towards the gray and white frenzy.

"How could this happen!" Shi Zhen was also stunned, and so was Mrs. Zhao.

The battle started suddenly, and the congregation, who were already at a disadvantage in the inner court, also inexplicably fought with the stick shadow Jiedao in front of them.

"Someone is plotting against us!" Sikong Xuan gritted his teeth.

"Maybe it's not those monks!" Wu Sheng's eyes were bloodshot.

"Mother Buddha!"

"Buddha mother!" Feng Bolei looked at Tang Sai'er.

"It's useless to explain, kill! Get out, let's talk about other things!" Tang Sai'er's voice was still as clear as an oriole, but the anger in his voice could not be suppressed.

"kill!"

"Brothers, the Buddha mother has an order, kill!"

"Chaos starts from the mud, and the white lotus blooms and prospers!"

"kill!"

"Can you kill it?!" A stick facing the sky smashed down with infinite force, silently, just the concentration of force.

"I'll show you!" Sikong Xuan frowned and raised his eyes, a beam of Limang shot out from his sleeves, Wei Dongfeng held the knife in both hands to support the heavy stick, and the flying knife pierced into the monk's chest Eye sockets, red and white discharge.

"Amitabha." A resounding Buddha's name sounded next to his ears: "Lao Na Bodhi Yuan Lingyun, please teach me the best moves of the almsgiver."

Another ray of cold light came, Lingyun touched his hand, and the golden needle flew out backwards, and out of nowhere, a white lotus disciple fell to the ground.

"I've heard for a long time that Master Lingyun, the first master of the Bodhi Academy, has reached the pinnacle of feudalism and attained perfection. Sikong Xuanyuan..."

Wusheng, covered in blood, came from nowhere and leaped into the air, pounced on Lingyun: "You should help others with your hidden weapon, and leave this bald donkey to me!"

He punched down, but before the punch came, he started to move straight towards Lingyuntian Lingbaogai: "Take my punch!"

. . . . . .

"Our family has heard a very interesting theory." Xu Ruyi waved a cut blade that was shot from below, threw it on the ground, and said with a slight smile: "The sheep flock is a very scattered organization, and they are usually blind when they are together. But once a sheep moves, the other sheep will rush forward without thinking, completely ignoring that there may be wolves ahead, or that there may be sweeter grass not far away."

"Follow the crowd." Nangong Caiyun's voice was as cold as ever.

"Yes, it's following the crowd." Xu Ruyi nodded with a smile: "If they were all sheep, our family would not want to deal with them, but they are not, they are just a pack of wolves in sheep's clothing.

After the story of the thirteen stick monks rescuing the king of Tang, Li Shimin allowed Shaolin Temple to raise [-] monks and soldiers, and there was no change in the subsequent dynasties.But look at it now, the six hundred disciples of our Dongchang entered the temple, but only five hundred monks and soldiers rose up to resist in this temple?As far as the eye can see, there are at least seven hundred.On weekdays, one by one eats vegetarian food and recites Buddha's name, as if they are about to melt into a rainbow in the next moment, but when they pick up a knife, they are three points more ruthless than us thieves in Dongchang. "

"Supervisor, do you want your subordinates to take action?"

"Not for the time being." Xu Ruyi glanced at Fang Tianyou, waved his hand and said: "This kind of chaotic battle, no matter how advanced the martial arts is, it is useless. We still have to kill one by one, which is inefficient. Our purpose is only one, to find that bull-nosed man, and kill him." killed him."

. . . . . .

The moon is dark and the night is killing, and the wind is high and the sky is set on fire.

The moon is not dark tonight, but very bright, but it is still a murderous night.

The wind tonight is not in a hurry, it is gentle and slow, but the fire still ignites.

The billowing smoke is accompanied by the fierce flames. The Temple of Heavenly Kings, the Hall of Guanyin, the Hall of Arhats, and even the Hall of Daxiong, some of which are on fire, some of which are small. The monks are busy fighting the fire while fighting, and the burden of manpower is getting heavier. heavy.

The fist wind howled, the shadows of fingers were heavy, Sikong Xuan disappeared, Wusheng and Lingyun were still fighting fiercely.

Wu Sheng's boxing technique is fierce and powerful, wide opening and closing, Ling Yun's figure is tossing and turning, showing no signs of oldness.

All of a sudden, Lingyun pointed out and pressed against Wusheng's fist, both of them let out a muffled groan, and then each took three steps back, staring at each other with fixed eyebrows.

As the saying goes, fists have no palm power, and palms have no finger essence.Being able to equalize with one finger to one punch shows that Lingyun's skill is extraordinary.

"Great momentum to Guangming Fist, the master was originally from Lanke Temple." Lingyun turned his breath and looked at Wusheng: "Gu is a monk, how could he do such a thing of destroying the temple and destroying the Buddha?"

"Hey." Wu Sheng laughed twice: "Lanke Temple has long been turned into dust, what's the point of mentioning it. But you old monk, you are still alive and have fun at your age, why don't you let the little monk go Send you to see the Buddha!"

Lunge forward, body shape is like an arrow from the string, fist with wind and thunder, push to Lingyun's heart.

Lingyun's eyes were all bright, but he still pointed flatly, like a prison like a deep pool.

With a sound of "bang", an old Taoist priest climbed over the wall and stepped on the moon, saying, "It's so hostile, how can there be a Zen mind in Buddhism."

Liuyun flew his sleeves, and lightly slapped Wusheng's back heart with his palm.

Just before the seven-inch distance fell to the real place, a slightly thin figure stepped in, and the purple air rose up, and the invisible energy blocked Xuan Cong's palm, and another sword light pierced through the body. The night, glowing with cold light, pierced into the back of Lingyun's heart.

"Deng Deng Deng" Xuan Cong stepped back three steps, his eyes serious.

"Poof!" A mouthful of bright red blood spread all over Wu Sheng's head and face, and the fishy smell filled the air.

Nangong Caiyun drew his sword, and Lingyun's body fell to the ground.

The strength of the fist is bent down, and the sword pierces the heart, even Da Luo Jinxian can't do anything.

Wusheng looked at the enchanting "woman" in front of him, but didn't look back. Her sword was still pointing at him. Whether it was an enemy or a friend is unknown.

A soft laugh came from behind: "Master Xuan Cong, you only see other people's hostility, but you can do sneak attacks yourself. Which god do you worship?"

"Wuliang Tianzun." Daoist Xuancong gave a slap in the face, looked at Xu Ruyi with doubts in his eyes: "I don't know when the White Lotus Sect will produce a young talent like you again, sorry for the poor and lonely."

"I want to know." Xu Ruyi smiled: "I won't tell you!"

"Qing~" Mo Jian groaned softly, stabbing Xuan Cong's vitals with chaotic trajectory and extreme speed.

Xuan Cong's eyes were solemn, he didn't dare to hold his hand too much, his palms were flying up and down, seemingly slowly but really fast, randomly intersecting like lightning and thunder.

The white clothes are better than blood, but because of this light-like speed, they become black, the black shadows are like ghost shadows, the swords don't stop, and the screams of the ghosts don't stop.Wusheng couldn't see the scene behind him, but at this moment he already knew the "benefactor" behind him from the voice, and also recognized the "friend" in front of him.

"Enemy?" Wusheng forced a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Yes and no." Nangong Caiyun didn't shake her hands or sword, but just tilted her head: "Go away, you are a variable here."

"You told me to go." Wusheng nodded without hesitation, and left in a flash.

There were still white lotus believers and monks fighting fiercely all around, but there was one more Fang Tianyou among them, and now there was another Nangong Caiyun, with windy fingers and claws, cold sword light, everyone in front of him was friend or foe.Whether it's a monk or a white lotus, or even a few Dongchang fans among them, they are also the targets of their attacks.

Blood flowed like a river, and countless dead bodies fell on the ground, either to be reborn in bliss, or to hell forever, or simply dead, there is no white or black.

"bang bang bang"

"laugh"

"Tear!"

Mo Jian cut off a section of Taoist robe sleeve, and at a tricky angle, the dust whisk from Xuan Cong's waist was also thrown at Xu Ruyi's waist.

The Tiangang gas shield offset most of the strength, but the feeling was still uncomfortable.

The two figures suddenly separated.

"Taoist, be careful!" A yellow-robed monk holding a knife saw the poisonous claws that were grabbing at Tianling suddenly turned around, and he couldn't help shouting, he fit himself and threw himself out, trying to block the god of death in front of him.

"Pfft!" With five fingers like swords, like wearing rotten soil, Fang Tianyou's hand had a beating heart, beating, and then gradually fell silent.

In the open space in front of the Palace of Heavenly Kings, only Daoist Xuan Cong was left, frowning and squinting, confronting Xu Ruyi, Fang Tianyou, and Nangong Caiyun.

"Who the hell are you guys?" The chaos tonight is really strange, but with swords and lights together, how can there be time to gather and discuss?Shaolin's defense tried its best, and the rest of the Triangle Seven Sects couldn't help themselves.

Killing all the way here, there is no one else around. Seeing that Wusheng and these three people did not seem to be on the same road before, Taoist Xuan Cong faintly felt that he seemed to have caught some inspiration.

Life and death after that are unpredictable, but he still wants to make things clear.

"Is it important?" Xu Ruyi fingered the blade of the sword, feeling the warmth and coldness on it: "You will be seriously injured tonight, and you will die tomorrow, knowing so much what to do."

"You don't want to kill me?" Daoist Xuan Cong was taken aback.

"It's not that I don't want to kill you, but I can't let you die too easily." Xu Ruyi smiled sinisterly.

Taoist Xuan Cong's aura gradually changed, becoming calm and breezy, as if the three people in front of him were just three children, not a threat at all.And he himself is just a fallen leaf in the wind, without cause or effect.

Slowly raise your hands, and at the same time as you lower them, squat your knees slightly. After falling together, hold your hands in circles, press down with one hand, and stick out the other hand.The yin palm and yang palm go up and down, and the feet lunge forward.

This was a loose-looking, non-threatening posture, but Xu Ruyi felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, sweating slightly on his forehead.

This is holding the bird's tail, and it's a Tai Chi starting move. It's hard to say how powerful this move is, but it reminded Xu Ruyi of one thing, something she had been ignoring all along: Zhang Sanfeng!

The ancestor of Wudang Kaipai who met by chance, the unfathomable strength of the Earth Immortal, the veritable number one in the world, the enemy of ten thousand people, he. . .He is still alive, if he kills his disciples and grandchildren, the consequences will be. . .

But the current situation is already difficult to ride a tiger. Wu Sheng saw that it doesn't matter to him. Anyway, no one will believe the words of Bailian's right guardian, but the weight of Xuan Cong, the head of Wudang, is different. Once he speaks afterwards, he will provoke The plans of the Three Religions, Seven Sects and White Lotus Sect have all been missed!

"?" Sensing Xu Ruyi's hesitation, Nangong Caiyun and Fang Tianyou turned to ask questions.

The arrow is on the string and has to be sent.

Xu Ruyi gritted her teeth and clenched the Gentleman's Sword in her hand, and was about to make a move when she suddenly felt her mind shaken. A gaze fell on her from the roof of the Heavenly King's Palace. It didn't have murderous intent, but it was more dignified than murderous intent. It was a kind of command. A feeling of suffocation.It was as if someone had thrown him into the Nine Nether Sea Eyes.

. . . . . .

The chaotic situation in Shaolin has not subsided yet, it is different from two armies confronting each other, killing through the opponent's battle formation, killing the generals and capturing the flag is the victory.In the melee in the temple, unless one side is completely defeated, there will be no end.

There are still two pure lands in the Shaolin Temple. One is the Sutra Pavilion. Three divine monks of the Wuzi generation sit around the attic. Even if someone breaks in here occasionally, they will kill them on the spot without retreating.

The second pure land is the Bodhidharma Hall.

The Bodhidharma Hall is located in the deepest part of the temple. It is not big and has no grandiose impression. It can only be regarded as a small building at best.But the meaning of this small building is still above the Sutra Pavilion.

If a metaphor is needed, the Sutra Pavilion is the body, and the Bodhidharma Hall is the soul.

There is no statue in the hall, only a cassock stacked on Liantai Mountain, gray and shaggy, looks very shabby, but it is a keepsake of Shaolin inheritance, even the abbot of Shaolin can only wear it symbolically for an hour when he succeeds to the throne.

The name of this cassock is very simple, it is called kapok.

Master Lingxin bowed his head in front of the lotus platform and recited unknown scriptures, twitching the beads in his hands, but he did not hear the shouts of killing in the distance. He was waiting for someone.

Soon, when the rosary beads reached 214, the person he was waiting for arrived.

"Abbot, you called me?"

The voice behind Lingxin closed his mouth, opened his eyes, turned around, and let out a sigh: "Junior Brother Lingchong is of secular blood, the old monk's direct disciple, the peerless talent that has never been seen in a century, and the next host of Shaolin. Today in this Bodhidharma hall, the old monk Lingyun, aside from being an abbot, I just want to ask you as your uncle, can you still not let go of the hatred in your heart?"

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