I have a sword that can sway the heavens

Unexpectedly, these two people came to inquire about their crimes. They came to Shaolin to inquire about their crimes!

The lay disciple Zhou Hai frowned, and he said to himself, "Lear, it's such a familiar name, I think I've heard it before."

The other disciples of the lay school came to their senses and asked, "You have heard about that person, who is he? If he dared to go to Shaolin to inquire about his crimes, he should not be an unknown person."

"I remember."

Zhou Hai blushed, became excited, and said to the people around him, "I remembered, he is Lear, the sword demon Lear!"

"Sword Demon Lear?"

Seeing the doubts of the people around him, Zhou Hai raised his eyebrows and said, "A few months ago, Lear went down to Wudang Mountain and killed sixty Jinyiwei at the foot of the mountain, including a Jinyiwei Qianhu. The imperial court was furious and went to the sea to arrest documents and offered a reward to Li Er. Level 10 taels of silver."

"At that time, the whole rivers and lakes were boiling. Countless heroes of the rivers and lakes flocked to take Lear's head, but those who went to take Lear's head were all dead, including Chen Zhenshan, the leader of the Jianglian Gang on both sides of the Han River, and Hong Lie, Fenglei Dao. , Blizzard Sword Zhou Song, Killing Gun Tang Shan, and Chain Leg Huang Ying. These are all giants who have been famous for decades!"

"It is rumored that Lear's swordsmanship is superb."

"His sword is magical, magnificent and gorgeous, and the sword will inevitably be stained with blood. Jiang Hu dubbed him the title of Sword Demon."

"Some people say that his swordsmanship is the best in the world!"

Zhou Hai looked excited and his eyes were full of fanaticism.

Who doesn't yearn for the rivers and lakes?

Who doesn't want to be famous in the world?

hiss!

All the lay disciples gasped, and the way they looked at Lear changed, which implied that this son was so terrifying.

Someone was puzzled and asked suspiciously, "Zhou Hai, didn't you say that he was wanted by the court for a reward, and the government didn't send anyone to arrest him?"

Zhou Hai laughed and said, "It's not that the government didn't send someone to arrest him, but that the government couldn't do anything about him. Later, the matter was left alone and the court also revoked the arrest warrant for him."

A group of lay disciples looked dazed, as if they were listening to a myth.

"Look, the presiding master is here, as well as the elders from the Chuangong Academy and the Bodhi Academy, so there is a good show to watch!"

"I don't know if Lear, the sword demon, has earned his name in vain. The host master and several elders are masters of martial arts."

Chapter 28 Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect

In front of the Daxiong Palace, under the eyes of the Buddha.

The abbot presides over a bright yellow monk's robe, a cassock of subduing demons, and a tin staff with eight treasures.

The host master saw Wu came, he walked steadily, with a square head and big ears, compassionate eyes, and a look of compassion.

Behind Master Jianwu is Master Jianxing, the dean of Chuangong, and Master Jiande, the dean of Bodhi.

Several people with the highest status in Shaolin came.

In the square, the lay disciples held their breath and did not dare to make a sound.

"My Buddha is merciful."

Jian Wu stepped forward, first made a Buddhist salute to Lear, and then continued to speak, "Benefactor Li came to return the Sutra of Washing the Marrow, I am very grateful, Amitabha!"

Jianwu has a compassionate face, a detached demeanor, and a sacred Buddha nature.

Seeing Xing and Jiande lowered their eyebrows, clasped their hands together, and said in unison, "My Buddha is merciful."

Li Er frowned, and said with a smile, "Monk, you made a mistake. Mr. Li said that he is here to inquire about crimes."

Seeing Wu smiled and looked at Lear, he was not angry, and asked in a calm tone, "I don't know what crime Li benefactor came to ask?"

Lear glanced at the Buddha's golden body and said with a smile, "You monks asked Li to return the marrow washing sutra. Didn't Li already return the body of Patriarch Rama and the marrow washing sutra together? How do you want Li to return it? "

"Waste a certain power of Li?"

Seeing Wu with a natural expression, he replied solemnly, "Naturally. The Sutra of Washing the Marrow is a magical skill of the Shaolin Town Temple, and others are not allowed to practice it. Donor Li has learned the Sutra of Washing the Marrow, so he should abolish all his skills. Only in this way can we maintain Shaolin orthodoxy."

"If benefactor Li doesn't want to waste all his skills, he can also worship under my Buddha seat and become a Shaolin disciple."

"Buddha is merciful, if benefactor Li wants to worship Shaolin, we are willing to give precepts for him, and we will not hold him accountable for stealing the marrow washing sutra."

"Amitabha!"

Jianwu seems to be blooming with the light of Buddha, sacred and solemn.

In the square, the lay disciples were all moved.

As expected of the abbot, he not only gave the person who stole the chance to learn the marrow washing scriptures, but also allowed him to worship Shaolin, what kind of heart is this!

Li Er sneered, Zeng Jing's expression was extremely ugly.

"Ridiculous! You monks are very good at playing tricks like turning things upside down and confusing black and white. Have you ever thought that if Mr. Li hadn't returned Rama's body, the marrow washing sutra would still be lost?"

"Li's trip is to ask about your crimes, not for you to ask about Li's crimes."

Seeing that Wu's expression remained unchanged, he said, "Benefactor Li's words are wrong. I am grateful for you returning the Sutra of Washing the Marrow. But you are learning the Sutra of Washing the Marrow without the consent of the old monk and others. You have learned the Sutra of Washing the Marrow." After the scriptures, I committed another crime of murder, which created a karmic karma for me in Shaolin.”

"The Buddha is merciful. The old monk and others do not want to hurt the life of the benefactor. As long as the benefactor loses all his skills and chant sutras under the Buddha's seat for 30 years, his sins can be washed away. The old monk pities the benefactor's talent and cannot bear the benefactor to go astray. Xu benefactor Why didn't the benefactor appreciate it when he escaped into the empty door?"

In the square, the lay disciples nodded frequently, feeling that what the abbot said made sense, and felt that Lear was a little ignorant of good and evil.

Lear's smile became even colder. He had chanted sutras under the seat of the Buddha for 30 years and cleared away his sins, which is quite grandiose.

Do you want to imprison him for 30 years in a disguised form to avoid spreading the Marrow Washing Sutra?

First of all, he, Mr. Li, did not steal the Marrow Washing Sutra.

Secondly, it is a great favor to Shaolin that he, Mr. Li, returned the remains of Patriarch Rama.

These monks obviously don't want to reason.

Those who are unreasonable must be suppressed.

Zheng!

The Pishui sword groaned softly, and the bright silver sword was unsheathed under the Buddha's eyes.

Li Er said coldly, "You don't want to be reasonable, and Li won't reason with you anymore. The last monk who said that he wanted to abolish Li's skills and imprison Li has already died under Li's sword, and I don't know him. Did he enter the underworld, or went to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss to worship the Buddha."

"However, you monks have impure six senses, too much utilitarianism, and you have violated the precepts. You will probably go to hell after death."

Jianwu was stunned, no wonder Junior Brother Jianwang hadn't come back after going down the mountain for several months.

Behind Jian Wu, Jian Xing was furious, and shouted, "Thief, you secretly learned the Sutra of Washing the Marrow, and even killed me, Brother Jian Wang, take your life!"

Jian Xing shattered the blue bricks with his foot, the cassock swelled, and a big handprint released immeasurable golden light, pressing down on Li Ergai, intending to shatter Lier Tianling Gai.

This is the palm of great compassion.

Seeing Xing's anger, eyes are wide open, beard and hair are all stretched out, just like King Kongming's wrath, performing the act of subduing demons.

Lear's eyes turned cold, and he faced each other with palms, the water-piercing sword straightened, and the wind whistled.

boom!

The sound of the explosion shook the eardrums, seeing Xing was blasted back by Lear, Lier bullied him, and the swords and swords merged into one, forming a line.

not good!This son's true energy is so strong and pure!

Seeing the monk, it was too late to be too shocked. The Learman came with his sword, swung the water sword, and pierced through the air with a single sword, like a celestial horse leaping over a waterfall. Monk throat.

See Wu frowned.

Jian De said, "Not good, this son is really powerful, and his swordsmanship is superb, Brother Jian Xing is probably not an opponent."

"Senior Brother Jianwu, I'll help Senior Brother Jianxing take this son down."

Jiande was very decisive. Just looking at Lear's sword posture, he could see that Jianxing was not Lear's opponent. He jumped up, raised his hand to be the Canaan Buddha, and pressed his palm on Lear's back.

Zeng Jing was on the verge of tearing apart, unable to save her in time, she exclaimed, "Master, be careful."

Lear sensed the wind behind him, and the corner of his mouth raised a mocking arc, allowing Jiande to slap Canaan Wenfo on his vest.

Hitting Lear with a palm, Monk De was shocked.

He didn't hit Lear on the back, it was more like hitting a ball of soft cotton.

Lear used his body as a line to separate Yin and Yang, and the long sword brought a pure and turbid air when turning.

The long sword sliced ​​across Jian Xing's throat, dripping blood.

quiet!

In front of the Great Hall of Great Heroes, there was deathly silence, except for the ticking sound of Lear's long sword dripping blood.

Behind him, Jian Xing squeezed his throat tightly with both hands, and he couldn't get rid of Lear's stunning sword just now in his mind.

With blank eyes, he asked with difficulty, "What kind of sword technique is this?"

Lear smiled, and said, "This swordsmanship is based on Taiji, and has forged the strengths of more than ten swordsmanship. I call it Wanjian Guizong."

"Wan Jian returns to the sect?"

boom!

Jian Xing pressed his throat, and his body collapsed.

Lear's Wanjian Guizong is not the Wanjian Guizong in the situation, but the master said that he is suitable for the way of smelting Wanjian, so Lear named his set of swordsmanship the Wanjian Guizong.

Now, he has only smelted a dozen swordsmanship, and there is still a long way to go to smelt Wanjian.

"It's your turn!"

Lear turned to Jianwu and Jiande, still smiling, but there was endless indifference in the smile.

Chapter 29 The Final Chapter of Sword Rain

"It's your turn!"

Lear turned around, blood dripping from his long sword.

Lear was smiling, but his smile was different from usual, with a biting murderous intent in it.

In front of the entire Daxiong Palace, there was deathly silence.

A group of lay disciples looked at the white clothes and the smiling face, their minds went blank.

Wang Wei stood in the crowd, his mind agitated.

If he also has such martial arts and swordsmanship, it would be great!

"See Master Sex!"

Some disciples from the Chuan Gong Academy rushed over, and they couldn't believe it when they saw the elder Chuan Gong who had fallen under the seat of the Buddha, and cried out in distress.

More and more monks arrived, and the whole square was noisy.

"Thief, you kill me, Senior Brother Jianwang, and Senior Brother Jianxing, take your life!"

Jiande trembled all over, his eyes were bloodshot, and the red cassock fluttered without wind, and the air around him seemed to freeze.

"Jiande, you have murderous thoughts, and you still haven't woken up!"

Seeing Wu frowned and looked at Li Er, his detachment was gone, the sacred Buddha light was no longer on his face, and he said in a slumped manner, "Benefactor Li, you go down the mountain. This time, I was wrong in waiting, and Shaolin was wrong."

"You killed Junior Brother Jianwang and Junior Brother Jianxing. We have already paid a heavy price. I only hope that after you go down the mountain, you will do less evil and do more good deeds."

"Amitabha!"

Jianwu seemed to have aged several decades, his body was no longer tall and straight, and he was a little stooped.

He is the abbot, he must bow his head.

Lear's martial arts and swordsmanship are too high, if he does not bow his head, the temple of the Buddha will be stained with blood, and the Buddha will cry.

"Brother!"

Seeing that De Yazi was about to burst, he roared, "This dog is too murderous, and the murder is too serious, we can't let him go down the mountain!"

"shut up!"

"This matter, we are wrong, Shaolin is wrong."

Jianwu turned his head, his tone was indifferent, which made Jiande stunned.

Looking at Jianwu's blood-red eyes, Jiande lowered his head, and he calmed down.

"Benefactor Li, let's go down the mountain. Sorry, I'm not feeling well, so I can't see you off."