Chapter 205: The Storm at the Mountain Gate (October 300
Entering Zhaoti Road, I visited Daolin.
The stone niches are covered with moss, and the fragrant path is deep with white clouds.
This is the first time He Xie has come to Shaolin Temple, no matter in his past or present life.
Compared with Shaoshi Mountain, which has been completely commercialized in later generations, Shaolin at this time had a quiet Zen environment, dense forests, and quite elegant scenery.
He Xie admired the beautiful scenery all the way, climbed up the stairs, and felt at ease.
The only flaw was that around him, dozens of monks followed him step by step as if they were facing a formidable enemy, as if they were afraid that his farts would pollute the purity of Buddhism.
He Xie would not care about anything compared to these ordinary monks.
Although he has been unable to practice in seclusion for the past month, with such a huge commotion in the world, how could He Xie not know everything that happened in the Shaolin Temple?
In fact, He Xie didn't expect that the facts were so clever. In this world, he actually earned the nickname "Bloody Man Slaughterer".
This is definitely not a good name. If put in modern times, it would almost mean "murderer" or "pervert".
He Xie didn't care about these false claims, but he knew very well that this was abnormal.
You know, even someone as despicable as "Mu Fengfeng" still has the nickname "Saibei Mingtuo". He was responsible for Lin Ping's cause and effect. He just killed some people to save his parents, but he was labeled as a murderer.
hat, and spread throughout the world.
It is absolutely impossible to say that no one here is causing trouble!
As for who it is, it can't be hidden from He Xie's eyes.
The Qingcheng Sect can be considered a well-known and upright sect, and the hundreds of martial arts people He Xie killed in the battle at Leiyang, although they were all at the bottom, were all fellow martial arts practitioners invited by Liu Zhengfeng.
He Xie has killed so many decent people, so naturally he cannot be a hero, he can only be a massacrer with bloody hands.
Otherwise, if he becomes a knight, wouldn’t so many righteous people become evil spirits?
If the title of "Bloody Hands Human Slaughter" was barely logical at first, then if He Xie kills whatever he wants and Dongfang Bubai, how can he be regarded as having received the certificate of surrender?
Even if he doesn't get the title of a hero, he can still be regarded as a righteous man who turned from darkness to light, a prodigal son who changed his ways from evil to right, right?
But He Xie still slaughtered people with bloody hands.
Although He Xie didn't want to admit it, and he tried hard to become a simple-minded young hero, he knew in his heart that he was just an old yin... so what.
Therefore, he knew clearly what was going on here and why he could not take off his bloody-handed massacre hat.
He Xie doesn't care about this title, really.
But not caring, definitely doesn't mean I like it.
No sane person would ever like others calling him or her derogatory names.
What's more, this is not a simple name at all.
In this day and age, a bad reputation is basically equivalent to depriving you of your "political rights."
For example, if He Xie wanted to recruit a disciple, a child from a decent family would never take a bloody-handed human being as his disciple.
If he wants to establish a sect, then the sect will be labeled as a demonic heretic from the moment it is born.
Let’s take a detailed look at the sects that have been labeled as evil heretics throughout the ages. No matter how hard their founders work and how chivalrous they are, in the end, the sect will still become a gathering place for all kinds of villains and become a mess.
Why?
Because the elements of your sect are demons and heretics, and everyone’s opinion makes money. Even if you say you are, you have to be if you are not!
If you weren't, then what's the point?
So, this is not a matter of name.
This is shrimp and pork heart!
Although these decent people bullied He Xie, He Xie was still not angry.
Because He Xie knew in his heart that at least decent people had not wronged him.
He, He Xie, is here to destroy the harmonious and loving situation in the martial arts world!
At the mountain gate, an eminent monk of Shaolin generation Fang stood outside to greet him.
Although He Xie had established his attributes as a master in three battles, he was still a junior after all. He was not qualified yet, so he asked the Shaolin abbot to go out to greet him in person.
In addition to the eminent monks of the Fang generation, there were nearly a thousand people wearing sackcloth and wearing filial piety standing on both sides of the mountain gate, glaring with hatred at He Xie who was slowly approaching.
These people are the widows and elders of the hundreds of martial arts figures that He Xie killed in the battle of Leiyang.
They used this special way to welcome He Xie's arrival.
He Xie glanced at these people and smiled indifferently, but in his heart, his evaluation of the Shaolin abbot lowered a few points.
Too petty.
"Amitabha……"
The leading monk with white eyebrows called out the Buddha's name and bowed slightly: "The poor monk Fang Yuan, who is the head of the Discipline Hall of our temple, has met Almsgiver Lin. Almsgiver Lin has come from afar. I am disappointed but hope to atone for my sins."
He Xie responded with a courtesy: "Master Fang Yuan is polite."
The old monk Fang Yuan straightened up and said with piercing eyes: "Donor Lin is much younger than the poor monk thought. What a pity, what a pity! He was a young and promising man, but he went astray, which is really disappointing.
"
The corner of He Xie's lips curled up: "Master, it's a pity that it was too early. Whether Lin is Zhengxie, the master's say doesn't count, and even the abbot of your temple doesn't count."
Fang Yuan clasped his hands together and said: "Justice lies in the heart of the people. Right and wrong are all determined by the people of the world. No one has the final say."
He Xie laughed: "So there is no need for pity, Master. Let the people of the world take their time to measure it."
Fang Yuan chanted the Buddha's name again, looked into He Xie's eyes, pointed at the crowds of people wearing sackcloth and mourning on both sides of the road, and asked in a deep voice: "Is it possible that when Almsgiver Lin met these people, his heart was not disturbed at all?"
He Xie frowned: "I was about to ask the master, has anyone died in Shaolin Temple? Why are there so many people wearing hemp and mourning? Could it be that the abbot master has passed away?"
"..."
Fang Yuan's eyes widened, and his face suddenly turned from white to black, and then from black to purple. The expression on his face was extremely exciting!
"Donor Lin talks about virtue..." Fang Yuan said while suppressing his anger.
But he only said half a sentence before he was interrupted by He Xie with a wave of his hand: "Master, please also accumulate some virtue for Shaolin! Shaolin is here to solve problems, not to listen to your nonsense!"
"You..." Fang Yuan was extremely angry, but in the end he forced himself to endure it, took a deep breath, turned sideways, and said in a deep voice: "Donor, please!"
He Xie chuckled and walked forward.
At this moment, an angry roar suddenly came from the side: "Evil thief named Lin, you have done so many injustices and you will be punished by God!"
This sound is like the fuse that detonates a gunpowder keg, and suddenly the public is aroused and angry!
But He Xie didn't wait for them to get angry. He moved his ears, accurately identified the direction, and popped out a flying needle with his backhand.
Someone in the crowd suddenly screamed and flew backwards!
"The evil thief is killing people!"
Someone shouted again.
With a smile on his face, He Xie flicked out another needle. The person who had just spoken immediately screamed and flew backwards.
"Lin Xiao'er..."
puff!
Another person fell!
He Xie smiled and looked around. Wherever his eyes passed, everyone bowed their heads!
"Donor Lin, you are too..." Fang Yuan could no longer contain his anger, his momentum suddenly surged, and he spoke in a deep voice.
But he still only spoke half of it before being interrupted by He Xie.
"Master, please be patient," He Xie said with a gentle smile, "Please allow Lin to cut off the roots first."
After a pause, He Xie looked around again and said with a smile: "Who else has something to say?"