Outside the Shaolin Temple, all the heroes have arrived.

Because of Murong Bo's heart-breaking words, Xiao Feng and the others were once again pushed to the forefront.

Xiao Feng looked at everyone's expressions, some showed some respect, some showed a little pity, some looked like they were watching a good show, and some had a fierce look in their eyes, obviously they had murderous intentions.

He thought to himself: "Today's events all depended on my good brother's planning for my father and my son. This forced the old thief out. Now that the situation is dangerous, we must let him escape unscathed no matter what."

When Xiao Yuanshan saw this, he was not satisfied. He thought: "Today is a great opportunity. No matter what, I must kill the old thief and avenge my wife. Even if I go to hell, I will be willing to do so."

At this time, he was already determined to die and would do anything to avenge his wife's murder.

Murong Bo was naturally happy when he saw this. He provoked them to fight each other with a few words, while he watched from the sidelines and took advantage of the opportunity.

However, at this moment, someone in the crowd winked at Murong Bo, quietly disappeared among the crowd, and left the scene.

Ao Bing meditated for three years and was in a state of mental distress. He had the most exquisite control over the changes in people's emotions. He could roughly figure out the thoughts of everyone present.

Just when everyone was getting more and more nervous, as if they were going to take action at the next moment and start a martial arts war, Ao Bing finally made a move.

He took a step forward, stood in front of Xiao and his son, looked up to the sky and roared, the dragon's roar shook the sky.

"Hooh"

A loud dragon roar made the heroes change their expressions upon hearing it, shocking the solemn atmosphere on the field.

Ao Bing changed his gentle temperament before, with a solemn expression and cold eyes. He looked at the heroes and said: "When did this river and lake become a gathering place for literati and poets, and they will be beaten to death for just two words?"

The heroes couldn't help but shrink under his momentum, but no one dared to answer.

However, there are also trolls who fish in troubled waters.

"Young Master, are you trying to overwhelm others with your strength?"

"The traitor Xiao Feng has killed so many of us Han people, we must not let him walk down Shaoshi Mountain alive."

"That's right, if we all come together, they can't beat four hands with just one fist."

…

There are always chivalrous people among the people who speak out and want to help justice in the martial arts world.

Murong Bo watched with a smile and said nothing, lowering his sense of presence infinitely, waiting to watch this good show.

Seeing this, Xiao Feng became more and more worried. He was not worried about himself, but he was afraid that Ao Bing would be implicated.

Seeing this, Ao Bing narrowed his eyes and took a look at a few people in the crowd. He suddenly took action, transformed one hand into a claw, and used the Beiming Magic to directly suck the people out of the crowd.

Ao Bing said jokingly: "Guys, I see that you are the loudest among the crowd. So you must have a blood feud with Xiao Feng and his son. I wonder who among yours they killed?"

Those people looked at each other with astonishment on their faces. When one of them saw this situation, he bit the bullet and said: "This Xiao Feng was raised by Han people, but he slaughtered Han people. He is actually a Liao dog traitor. Such a traitor, killing him is just for...

It’s just to support justice and eliminate demons and protect the way.”

As he talked, he felt that he was very reasonable and upright, as if he represented the supreme justice and could judge others at will.

Several other people seemed to agree with his point of view and were still cheering and waving flags in support.

Ao Bing sneered and said, "So you all want to be moral?"

"That's right. If you don't have moral principles when walking in the world, how can you be worthy of the title of chivalrous person?" The heroes all nodded when they heard this and agreed with their conversation.

Ao Bing smiled and said, "Well, I'll come and tell you about the morality of the world."

Between his breaths, he took a deep breath, and with a voice as loud as thunder, he spoke: "The greatest moral principle in this world is that whoever has a bigger fist is the moral justice of the world!

Today, if anyone thinks that his fist is bigger than mine, then come forward and give it a try to see which of us is the right one in this world."

Facing this hypocritical world, Ao Bing really didn't want to give in, so he simply tore off their fig leaf, exposed everything to the sun, and used his absolute strength to overwhelm all enemies.

In an instant, Ao Bing's whole body was filled with sword energy, and his aura soared to the sky, like an indestructible divine sword. A god could kill a god if he blocked it, and a Buddha could kill a Buddha if he blocked it.

The heroes present were forced by Ao Bing's momentum, and they all flinched for a moment.

Not to mention that he was already well-known in the world before, and was a man of the hour who was not inferior to Xiao Feng or Murong Fu. With his current spirit, no one can compare with his heroic spirit of taking on the heroes of the martial arts alone.

However, among the crowd, there are some who are not afraid of death and deliberately cause trouble.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. Does he really think he is invincible? There are also Shaolin masters here. Let's go together and kill them!"

"Yes, don't be afraid, kill them!"

…

Everyone present was instigated by the instigators in the crowd, and seemed to be preparing for a martial arts battle.

Suddenly, a loud Buddhist chant sounded, and a monk slowly walked out of the temple.

"Amitabha."

This sound is like the whisper of the Buddha, like the chanting of the Vajra Sutra, full of compassion and cessation of aggression.

When the heroes heard this, their hearts suddenly felt peaceful, and their violent aura instantly dissipated.

Ao Bing listened, but was not moved at all. Instead, his eyes were full of fighting spirit and joy.

He thought to himself: "When I came to the Tianlong World, it would be a pity if I didn't fight against the nameless divine monk. This old monk's profound Dharma can actually affect people's spiritual changes."

Everyone didn't understand why, and they only thought: "This divine monk's Buddha's teachings are boundless and unfathomable."

However, Shaolin is a little confused. There is no such a hidden master among the seniors of Shaolin!

They lowered their heads and talked, asking each other, and finally determined that he was an old monk sweeping the floors of the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple.

Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan were a little shocked. They never thought that every time they visited the Sutra Pavilion, they thought they were unaware of it, but they would actually fall into the eyes of this divine monk.

Ao Bing said with a smile: "The holy monk finally showed up. I thought the holy monk was really a saint and would no longer care about this mortal world!"

After hearing what he meant, everyone thought about his previous actions and thought: "It turns out that Mr. Duan is trying to lure this holy monk to show up. Is there any hidden secret in this?"

At this moment, everyone who was busy watching the show seemed to have forgotten Xiao Feng and the others.

The nameless monk smiled slightly, with a compassionate expression, and said: "I felt the benefactor's shocking sword energy in the courtyard. The benefactor deliberately forced the poor monk to show up to meet him, so how could I neglect him?"

Ao Bing smiled and said: "The sacred monk has profound Buddhist teachings. I am a junior who has entered the junior school and I am about to ask the sacred monk for advice!"

When the divine monk saw that his majestic sword energy had increased several times again, he knew that his mind had been made up and he had to fight.

The nameless monk said: "The donor seems gentle and easy-going, but his heart for martial arts is as hard as iron." Then he paused and said pointedly: "Forget it, if a martial arts dispute can be settled, then the poor monk can also

I am willing to fulfill the benefactor’s needs.”

"Thank you, holy monk." Ao Bing smiled slightly.

Then, he turned to Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, and told them that they had repeatedly sneaked into the Sutra Pavilion to steal Shaolin's secret knowledge and treasure pills, and regarded the Buddhist scriptures he had put aside as worn-out shoes.

The unknown monk then pointed out that they were unable to practice Shaolin's unique skills, which resulted in hidden diseases in their bodies, and advised them to cultivate their moral character.

However, they have not yet experienced the life and death situation in the original drama, so although the two are worried about their bodies, they are not willing to let go of their obsessions.

Ao Bing was making calculations in his mind at the moment, wanting to find another way to break the situation. Otherwise, he would have to follow the development of the original drama and wait for the divine monk to take action to break the obsession between the two people and resolve the crisis.

However, under the current situation, unless I overpower the crowd and suppress all opposition, it will not be easy for the Xiao family and his son to escape intact.

Ao Bing recalled the development of the original plot. The nameless monk appeared, captured Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, and decided life and death with a flip of his palm. Then, the three-foot Qi wall resisted the combined attack of the two top masters in the world, Xiao Feng and Murong Fu, and then let the two

Enemies who had been enemies for many years converted to Buddhism, and a martial arts dispute ended. All this seemed to Ao Bing to be no coincidence.

The nameless monk took action twice, both of which left a great deterrent to the world, not to mention that there was Shaolin standing behind him. Such a character, such a background, and such a result seemed to be the best and most reasonable.

way, but everything is reasonable, but the biggest unreasonableness is.

He was sure that there must be something he didn't know about, and there must be some reason why the unknown monk took action. Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken action so skillfully, unless it was as speculated by some netizens in his previous life...

Ao Bing couldn't figure out the hurdles involved at the moment, and he had no better way at the moment, so he decided to read on first.

As expected, the divine monk immediately restrained the two of them, sealed their internal strength, and then staged another scene of resurrection from the dead.

These two people had experienced life and death, and seemed to have really figured it out. They both said with guilty faces: "I have sinned a lot in this life, and I am willing to convert to Buddhism. From now on, I will quietly recite Buddhist scriptures at the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha to save the dead and pray for the living."

Pray for blessings to atone for your sins.”

Things seem to have ended successfully here.

Everyone also lamented that the past was like smoke and everything finally calmed down. They praised the great virtue of the holy monk and his immeasurable merits.

Ao Bing also felt as if he had watched a movie. At this point, the play ended and the actors exited. However, he felt that there was an unknown undercurrent hidden under the calm surface. However, he was also in the game, so he couldn't see through it, so he just waited.
Chapter completed!