"Hahahaha..." Looking at the many leaders and family heads of major sects surrounding him, Shi Yongxin suddenly burst into laughter.
Listening to Shi Yongxin's desolate laughter, everyone shook their heads.
"I didn't expect, I really didn't expect that I, Shi Yongxin, was smart and worked hard all my life and brought Shaolin to an unprecedented height, but I would be destroyed in the hands of a little kid like you.
I hate it. I regret that I didn’t send experts directly to kill you, a little bastard. I hate it.”
Shi Yongxin, whose eyes were scarlet, stared at Li Erdan with extremely malicious eyes.
"Shi Yongxin, you should have heard this saying, if you do too much unrighteousness, you will die. People are doing it, and God is watching. If you do too much unrighteousness, you will die.
Just because of the outrageous things you have done, even if I, Li Erdan, are not there, there will still be Wang Erdan and Zhao Erdan to deal with you.
As a Buddhist, don’t you know the relationship between cause and effect?
You have already been destined for this day.
Look up at the sky now. Those people you killed are all looking at you with their eyes open."
Li Erdan said with disdain.
"Well!"
Hearing Li Erdan's words, Shi Yongxin shivered inexplicably, as if a dark wind was blowing on him. A look of extreme horror suddenly appeared on his face. He really believed Li Erdan's words.
Looking towards the sky in horror.
"You are talking nonsense. I have never done anything wrong in my life. All I have done is for the development of Shaolin. Without me, Shi Yongxin, how could Shaolin develop and grow like it is now?"
I’m not wrong, I’m not wrong, hahahaha, I’m not wrong.”
Shi Yongxin burst into laughter, as if he was going crazy, and finally kept shouting, "I'm not wrong."
Seeing Shi Yongxin's appearance, Xiao Jiu next to Li Erdan suddenly had a cunning look in his eyes.
"Shi Yongxin, please give me back my life. I died so miserably. It was all you who caused me harm. I have been waiting for you for a long time. I have been waiting for you for this day. I will drag you to the eighteenth level of hell. I
I'm going to put you in a frying pan."
The voice Xiaojiu used was a secret sound transmission technique, and he deliberately made his voice colder.
"Who are you?
Who are you and where are you? You are Xiao Cui at the foot of the mountain. Don't come over. I am Buddha and I will not go to hell."
As the saying goes, if you don't do bad things, you won't be afraid of ghosts. When Xiaojiu threatened him, the image of a young woman dressed in simple clothes immediately appeared in Shi Yongxin's mind.
That was thirty years ago. Shaolin was not yet so prosperous. Shi Yongxin was still a young monk. When he was begging for alms at the foot of the mountain, he met a simple peasant woman and the two fell in love.
Later, this peasant woman named Widow Wang forced Shi Yongxin to return to secular life and marry her, but was eventually strangled to death by Shi Yongxin.
"Xiao Cui, I know I'm sorry for you, but why am I wrong?
I was wrong, don't come over."
"You deserved your death. I was in the Shaolin Temple at that time, and I was on the rise. You, a bitch, insisted on forcing me to return to secular life and force me to marry you. You asked for it all. You can't blame me."
Shi Yongxin suddenly seemed to have lost consciousness, with a look of horror on his face, and began to talk nonsense.
Xiaojiu just thought it was fun for a moment, so she deliberately scared Shi Yongxin, but she didn't expect that there would be an unexpected surprise.
"Shi Yongxin, you devil, you are so cruel, I died miserably.
I'm going to drag you, this cruel, heartless man, to hell.
"Xiaojiu said grimly again.
"No, no, I won't go to hell, so don't come over, Xiaocui, I was wrong, don't come over."
Shi Yongxin, who looked frightened, suddenly collapsed to the ground and his body kept twitching.
"Now you know it was wrong?
It's too late, because of you, I have turned into a vicious ghost, and I'm just waiting for the day when you get retribution, it's too late, it's too late."
This time, Xiaojiu simply gave up on transmitting the message and spoke directly.
Hearing Xiaojiu's voice, everyone felt a sense of surprise.
Originally, Shi Yongxin suddenly muttered inexplicably about Xiao Cui and "I was wrong", which made everyone confused and they all looked at Xiao Jiu.
"Don't come over, don't come over, don't come over, I won't go to hell..." Shi Yongxin's voice suddenly became weaker and weaker. At the end, his neck suddenly crooked, and he was no longer alive.
Sikong Laodao moved, and the next moment he came to Shi Yongxin's side, and stretched out his hand to feel Shi Yongxin's breath.
"He has expired."
The next moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Xiao Jiu.
"Why are you all looking at me like that?
I was just having fun, pretending to be a female ghost using the secret technique of sound transmission to scare this guy, but I didn’t expect that this guy had a guilty conscience and scared himself to death.”
Xiaojiu said a little cautiously.
"This..." Everyone looked at Xiao Jiu, and then at Shi Yongxin, who was still dead. They didn't know what to say.
Come to think of it, Shi Yongxin, who is considered a great hero of his generation, was actually scared to death by a little girl pretending to be a ghost.
"Amitabha, good deeds will be rewarded with good deeds, and evil deeds will be rewarded with bad deeds. It's not that there will be no retribution, the time has not yet come.
Shi Yongxin did many evil things and ended up in such a miserable end. This is retribution, retribution."
Shi Yongzhong clasped his hands together, and his eyes were astonishing. He looked a bit like an eminent monk.
"Shi Yongzhong, Shi Yongxin is dead, you can handle your own Shaolin affairs.
There's nothing wrong with you."
Li Erdan asked with a relaxed look.
"Almsgiver Li, this poor monk would also like to thank you.
If it hadn't been for your appearance, we in Shaolin would have been led into the endless abyss by the demon Shi Yongxin.
I hereby guarantee that from now on, under the leadership of Shi Yongzhong, Shaolin will be completely new."
Shi Yongzhong said with a happy face.
In this martial arts competition, almost all the masters of Shaolin's Yong generation died. Shi Yongzhong is already the number one master in Shaolin. Next, as long as some of Shi Yongxin's best friends and cronies are dealt with, the Shaolin Temple will be completely controlled by Shi Yongzhong.
In his hands, no one can pose a threat to Shi Yongzhong.
Li Erdan nodded slightly, his eyes flashed coldly, and he glanced around the entire scene.
"Fellow martial arts comrades, you have seen that Abbot Shi Yongzhong has made up his mind to change the face of Shaolin Temple and take on a new look.
I know that among you, there are many forces or individuals who have deep grudges with Shaolin.
But I hope that the culprit Shi Yongxin is dead and the past grudges can be put aside.
I don’t want anyone to take advantage of the situation where Shaolin’s vitality is severely damaged and come to Shaolin to seek revenge and cause unnecessary casualties.
If anyone dares to take this opportunity to attack Shaolin, he is my enemy, Li Erdan."
After Li Erdan finished speaking, a cold and stern aura erupted from his body. He glanced at everyone present, including the leaders of the twenty-two first-class forces. Everyone's eyes came into contact with Li Erdan's eyes. No one dared to look at him.
He lowered his head.
"Young friend Erdan is right, there is always a wrongdoer and a debtor. Now that Shi Yongxin is dead, the past grudges are over.
If anyone is looking for trouble in the Shaolin Temple, they are enemies of our Wudang Sect."
Sikong Laodao said with a serious face.
"And we, the Kongtong Sect."
"Our Kyoto Ryū family."
"Our Eagle Claw Sect..." In an instant, more than two dozen top martial arts forces all agreed.
The strength that Li Erdan showed today and Shi Yongxin's fate were deeply imprinted in the hearts of these martial arts people.
From now on, Li Erdan will become a legend in the martial arts world, and no force or individual will ever provoke Li Erdan again.