Abbot Xuanci looked at the embarrassed Xuannan and asked, "Junior brother, didn't you go to Juxian Manor with Xuanji, why did you come back alone?"
Xuannan slowly calmed down as he listened to the sound of the Buddhist bells in the sky, and said: "Brother Abbot, Juxian Manor has been destroyed, and the world may be in trouble again."
Xuanci said: "Amitabha, could it be that Qiao Feng is causing trouble again? Junior brother, please don't be impatient. Please explain slowly."
Xuan Dong said: "It's not Qiao Feng, but another person? This person's evil deeds are several times worse than Qiao Feng's."
Xuanci said: "Who is it?"
Xuan Dong said: "This man's surname is Zheng Mingxie, and his reputation is not well known in the world. But when it comes to his other identity, senior brother must have heard that... he is the owner of Mantuo Villa."
Then, he told what happened in Juxian Village one by one.
"There are really people in the world whose martial arts are so high!"
Although Xuanci's words were filled with doubts, he already believed them in his heart. Xuannan was the head of the Bodhidharma Hall, and he was taught by the same master as him. Naturally, he knew his junior brother's character and skills very well. Since it was Xuannan
If you tell me personally, there is no truth to the matter.
Just when the two of them were frowning, a voice crossed the Buddhist courtyard and reached the abbot's room clearly.
"Zheng Xie of Mantuo Mountain Villa, come to pay homage to the mountain."
Xuannan immediately stood up and shouted: "It's him, it's him."
Xuanci proclaimed the name of the Buddha and said: "It is a blessing, not a disaster, but it is a disaster that cannot be avoided. Junior brother, please inform Xuanbei, and we will go to the Main Hall to welcome the guests."
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The rapid ringing of bells echoes continuously above Shaoshi Mountain, which is a signal to summon all the monks in the temple. Except for the annual birthday of Buddha and the birthday of Patriarch Bodhidharma, the temple rarely gathers all the monks.
"What happened in the temple? Could it be related to the man who came to worship the mountain?" all the monks in the temple thought.
The Shaolin Temple has strict laws and prohibitions, but within a moment, hundreds of monks gathered outside the Main Hall.
Right in front of the main hall are Abbot Xuanci and four Shaolin monks of the Xuan generation, Xuannan, Xuanbei, Xuanyin, and Xuandu. However, the two eminent monks Xuanji and Xuanku have been enthroned one after another in recent days, which has greatly damaged the strength of the Shaolin sect.
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Of course, the most eminent monk of the Xuan generation is still sweeping the floor in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in obscurity. No one cares about him. He became a monk halfway and entered Shaolin in his middle age, ranking in the Xuan generation. At that time, Xuan Bei, Xuan Ku, Xuan
Pain and others were still a group of young monks carrying water and chopping firewood.
"Brother Abbot, you hurriedly summoned me, but is it related to the visitor?" Xuanbei asked.
Xuanci raised his head and said, "Yes, Junior Brother Xuannan has met that person before, so let him tell you."
Xuannan quickly kept the story short and picked up the important points slowly.
"Are you masters welcoming Zheng?"
Zheng Xie climbed up the stairs and slowly appeared in the square in front of the Main Hall. He walked towards the hall. Wherever he passed, within ten feet, there seemed to be an invisible wall of air, squeezing all the monks away.
Come.
They didn't stop until they were three feet in front of the hall.
A group of warrior monks gathered in front of several Xuanzi monks and stared at them fiercely.
Seeing the divine power displayed by Zheng She, Xuan Ci, Xuan Nan, Xuan Yin, and Xuan Du were all frightened.
You're fine."
Zheng Xie said: "Master Xuanbei is well."
Xuan Bei said: "Amitabha, the poor monk is grateful to the donor for his life-saving act. I wonder why the donor came here this time?"
This question should have been asked by Xuanci, who is the abbot, but Xuanbei has some connections with him, so from his point of view, it is not considered Jiyue.
Zheng Xie said: "Zheng has been in a lot of trouble lately. I don't know which unscrupulous guy broke out the Langhuan Jade Cave. Now, more than a dozen groups of people come to the villa every day to stir up trouble. I can't bear the disturbance.
I have no choice but to come forward in person to warn those who have ulterior motives." He paused and then said, "Zheng came here this time in the hope that the eminent monks can help me solve my problems and uphold justice."
"Amitabha."
Xuanci said: "It is the duty of monks to relieve the sufferings of all sentient beings. Now this poor monk has informed the world and asked people in the world to refrain from their own duties. I wonder what Shi's idea is?"
Zheng Xie shook his head and said: "The abbot has intentions, but this can only guard against gentlemen, not villains. I am afraid it will not be able to serve as a warning to those with ulterior motives."
Xuanci said: "As a donor?"
Zheng Xie said: "Although Shaolin will produce some sanctimonious and polite scum from time to time, it is generally good. I don't want to overdo it. Why not do this? Shaolin will close the temple for ten years and do it for the martial arts comrades."
By setting an example and awakening the world, you can gain immeasurable merit."
Xuan Yin retorted and was furious, saying: "I, Shaolin, have been building temples for more than five hundred years since the Wei Dynasty. I am a martial arts master. How can I close the door and seal the temple just because of your words?"
Zheng Xie was not displeased at all and said unhurriedly: "Does Abbot Xuanci also mean this?"
Xuan Ci asked, "Donor, is there any other way?" As the abbot of a temple, he had to consider the reputation of the temple. If he closed the temple just because of a word, he would probably become a sinner of Shaolin through the ages.
Zheng She said: "I can only think of this method. Buddhism does not aspire to save all sentient beings. Now the world needs you to do this. If the abbot has any good ideas, we can also discuss it."
"This..." For a moment, Xuanci couldn't think of any way to have the best of both worlds.
Zheng Xie seemed to have expected this. He chuckled and said: "Shaolin's seventy-two stunts and one hundred and eight Arhat formations have been famous for a long time. I would like to ask the masters for advice."
Xuanci's face darkened, he was afraid that he would not be able to do anything good today, so he raised his voice and said: "Even if this is the case, Shaolin will not hesitate to fight and set up a formation!"
The ordinary monks in front of the hall immediately retreated. One hundred and eight monks from the Luohan Hall quickly surrounded Zheng Xie and set up the Arhat formation. Everything was in order.
"interesting."
Zheng Xie looked at the formation with great interest and said: "If all the monks in the formation have the level of martial arts of Abbot Xuanci, they can still pose a threat to me. The current situation is not enough."
Xuan Yin said: "You should wait for a while before talking."
Zheng She said: "Okay, let's see how Zheng breaks the formation, then take my move, Dragon Elephant Prajna!"
The tenth-level Dragon-Elephant Prajna Kung Fu is fully displayed, as if there are ten dragons and ten elephants galloping in the field, and the momentum is terrifying.
As the word "break" came out, the ten dragons and ten elephants struck in one direction with all their strength, and more than twenty monks flew backwards as if they were pulled by a string.
"change!"
Zheng Xie mobilized his true energy and his luck swept across. In an instant, more than twenty people left the formation.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, less than half of the One Hundred and Eight Arhats were left.
"The warm-up is complete. It's time for the five masters to learn the seventy-two stunts." Zheng Shehong said in a majestic voice.
The five eminent monks, including Xuanci and Xuannan, looked at each other in confusion.
No one can break the One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation, but no one has ever been able to do it as simply and crudely as Zheng She.
When the monks were struggling to advance or retreat, a whistle sounded, and then a heroic voice was heard saying: "Let Qiao come and meet Your Excellency."
But Qiao Feng arrived in time. (To be continued...)
