Daming: Becoming a Jinyiwei at the beginning

Shaolin used to recruit lay disciples widely, but later there were too many lay disciples, causing trouble and ruining Shaolin's reputation, so many lay disciples were expelled from the mountain gate.

Although the person left, but after all, he inherited a love.

After all, after practicing in Shaolin for so many years, how could it be irrelevant.

The lay disciples who left Shaolin all had a very good development.

Lin Mang glanced at him, looked down at Jin Hong who was full of hope, and suddenly smiled.

Between the lightning and the flint, the light of the knife slashed at an extremely fast speed.

This knife is arrogant, domineering, and full of unrivaled momentum.

The sword light that was approaching to the extreme only left a shadow of the sword in Mohu.

The kingly way is not what I want, so my way is-overbearing!

This is what he realized, and it is the path he walked.

He has already touched the threshold of a master.

What he lacks is only realm.

"Pfft!"

Jin Hong's head soared into the sky.

Lin Mang looked at Wuming indifferently, and said with a sneer, "When did Shaolin dare to take care of my Jinyiwei?"

Chapter 113 Debating Buddha

Lin Mang slowly wiped off the blood on the knife, and walked towards Yu Canghai.

Lin Mang narrowed his eyes slightly, looked down at Yu Canghai, and said calmly, "Guan Yu, as I said, we will meet again."

Yu Canghai was so frightened that he looked at Wu Ming who was at the side, and said in a panic, "Master, save me!"

He cursed again and again in his heart, startled and angry.

Before the voice fell, it stopped abruptly.

In his sight, a headless corpse spewed blood.

【Energy Point+】

"Amitabha Buddha!" ​​Wu Ming recited the Buddha's name, twirling the beads in his hands, with a look of compassion on his face, quietly looking at the corpse on the ground, and advised: "Almsgiver, don't commit any crimes again."

Lin Mang glanced at him coldly.

The so-called Shaolin is just a sect that eats people.

It encloses tens of thousands of mu of land under its name, occupies a large number of the most fertile fields, and squeezes ordinary people. They are not much different from the so-called aristocratic sects.

If it is said that wealth can rival a country, Shaolin will not be much weaker than the No. [-] village in the world.

The dynasties have changed several times, but Shaolin has never fallen.

Lin Mang walked towards the remaining two people.

"Murder?"

"You said that I committed murder, why don't you ask them, do they have less blood on their hands?"

"How many innocent people's blood are on their hands!"

"Entering the rivers and lakes is easy, leaving the rivers and lakes is difficult!"

That Duan Changqing from the Blood Fiend Sect showed panic, hurriedly struggled to get up, and ran towards Wu Ming.

"Master, save me!"

"I am willing to convert to Buddhism!"

"Excellent!" Wu Ming recited the Buddha's name with a look of relief in his eyes.

Wu Ming looked up at Lin Mang, and said, "Almsgiver, since this person has converted to Buddhism, he will spend the rest of his life in Buddhism to atone for his sins, why not let him go."

"Pfft!"

Pain appeared on Duan Changqing's face, and he lowered his head slowly.

A embroidered spring knife came from behind and pierced his heart.

There was a cold light rippling above the tip of the knife.

The splashed blood sprayed Wu Ming's face.

Feeling the passing of life, Duan Changqing was full of remorse, and roared sadly: "Zhong Yue, Yu Canghai, you misled me!"

Lin Mang slowly pulled out the knife and kicked Duan Changqing's body away. Looking at Wu Ming who wiped the blood on his face with his hand, he asked with a half-smile, "What did you just say?"

"All four are empty?"

"But did you really do it?"

"Snapped!"

Lin Mang slapped Wu Ming with his backhand, and said calmly, "Are you angry?"

"If you are angry, how can you have the face to teach others that all four things are empty."

"You really can't tell what this person is practicing. How is it different from the Devil's Cult?"

Wu Ming was taken aback suddenly.

The skin on his old cheeks twitched slightly, and there seemed to be anger in his eyes, which quickly disappeared.

Lin Mang sneered and said, "I hate the faces of you monks the most."

"You haven't reached home in your own practice, yet you dare to teach others."

"Amitabha~" Wu Ming chanted the Buddha's name for a long time, and the breath on his body suddenly became chaotic.

His eyes were scarlet for a while, and clear for a while.

The beads in his hand turned faster and faster.

Shaolin Buddhist disciples will not practice any martial arts within ten years, but practice Buddhism.

Cultivating martial arts first cultivates the mind, which was once the purpose of Shaolin.

But this kind of practice method is unacceptable to many people, coupled with the rise of various sects, especially the emergence of Wudang, it overwhelmed Shaolin in one fell swoop.

"Above the Sky"

Therefore, a certain generation of Shaolin masters reduced the time for young disciples to practice Buddhism and changed it to Buddhist and martial arts fellow practitioners.

In today's Shaolin, after practicing Buddhism for three years, they will start to practice martial arts.

Lin Mang turned and walked towards the last person.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell and shone on Lin Mang.

The figure dragging the knife seems to contain majestic power.

One step down, the surroundings are instantly silent.

Slashed with a knife!

"Boom!"

A century-old giant tree fell slowly, accompanied by a rain of blood.

【Energy Point+】

Wuming recited the Buddha's name for a long time, with a sad expression on his face: "Almsgiver, killing can't solve all the problems in this world."

Lin Mang suddenly smiled and asked, "If I want to kill you today, will you let me kill you?"

The Buddhist beads that Wuming was spinning in his hand stopped suddenly.

Lin Mang laughed, with sarcasm in his laughter: "You hesitate."

"The moment you hesitate, the answer is already clear. There is no Buddha in your heart!"

"Pfft!" Wu Ming spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, as if he had aged decades in an instant.

Wu Ming coughed up blood, and staggered towards the top of the mountain.

"Benefactor, I have been taught."

The ethereal voice gradually disappeared.

Tang Qi came over and said hesitantly: "My lord, this Master Wuming seems to be quite famous in the world."

"Oh?" Lin Mang showed surprise, and said, "Tell me."

Tang Qi replied: "He used to be the host of a room in Room 36 of Shaolin. Later, he resigned from the position of host and traveled around the world. He heard that he saved many people."

"The most famous thing is that he has a senior brother who does the opposite of what he does. Once this person entered the rivers and lakes, he killed countless villains with a single sword, and all the villains he met eventually died tragically by the sword."

"One is to persuade those wicked people to convert to Buddhism, while the other wants to kill the wicked."

Lin Mang sneered and said, "How can a wicked man become a Buddha by putting down his butcher's knife?"

"If I put down the knife now, will I become a Buddha?"

Tang Qi smiled awkwardly.

He dared not answer this question.

Lin Mang put the knife back into its sheath, and looked at the one-horned Pixiu in the distance.

"Come with me, I'll change you to a safe place."

"Since your hiding place has been exposed, there will be countless troubles in the future."

This one-horned Pixiu is not that little Pixiu, its wisdom is not weaker than that of humans.

Even if his obsession Dafa practiced to perfection, it would not be able to disturb its mind.

He believed that it could understand.

The one-horned Pixiu looked down at the little Paixiu, his eyes were full of thought, and after a long time, he shook his head slightly.

The one-horned Pixiu slowly opened its mouth, and a silver round wheel flew out of its mouth.

Lin Mang showed surprise on his face, and said in surprise, "Full moon scimitar?"

Devil's Cult Supreme Treasure!

The round moon scimitar hovered quietly in front of Lin Mang.

Lin Mang looked at the one-horned Pixiu and asked, "For me?"

The one-horned Pixiu nodded, then looked down at the little Pixiu with a trace of reluctance in his eyes.

As a strange beast from heaven and earth, it has already been extraordinary.

This human being has great luck, which was never possessed by that human being before.

As soon as Lin Mang grasped the Yuanyue scimitar, a cold touch invaded his palm.

cold!

A layer of frost gradually spread on the hands.

Lin Mang activated the Pure Yang Sovereign Kung Fu, and the cold air dissipated.

Lin Mang was overjoyed immediately.

Although there is already an Xiuchun knife that is comparable to a peerless weapon, but facing such a peerless weapon, who can refuse.

"Thank you!"

Lin Mang cupped his hands and said, "Don't worry, I will take good care of it."

The one-horned Pixiu gave a low cry, looked back at the little Pixiu, jumped into the forest, and walked away along the mountains.

Lin Mang beckoned, calling for little Pixiu, and stretched out his hand to gesture.

Little Pixiu looked at Lin Mang blankly, puzzled in his eyes.

Lin Mang grabbed the round moon scimitar and stuffed it into its mouth.

The next moment, there seemed to be a vortex in the mouth of little Pixiu, swallowing the full moon scimitar.