How can a person wander around in the world without getting stabbed? Either you cut me, or I cut you, what's the point?
Even silly strong people understand the truth, how could these widows and orphans not understand?
Their sons, husbands, nephews, etc., wander around the world, practice martial arts, and go to Hengyang to hold an observation party where everyone is good and everyone is good. It was originally a good thing to eat, drink and lively, but they
Because he was jealous of other people's martial arts secrets, he was killed by others.
How normal is this?
There are profits and losses in doing business. You want to seize treasures and kill people, but end up taking your life. This kind of thing can be regarded as the main theme of Jianghu.
But unfortunately, all these people gathered at the gate of Shaolin Temple, wanting to seek justice for their dead relatives.
They can hate He Xie, and they can even use various conspiracies and tricks to kill He Xie and frame He Xie, but they are not qualified to seek justice.
The key to the question is, how did these people gather so neatly?
Why did they come to Shaolin Temple unexpectedly, hoping that Shaolin would come forward to seek justice for them?
If Shaolin really killed or imprisoned He Xie, would they have received justice?
Have their goals been achieved? Have their souls been sublimated and their hearts comforted?
He Xie looked around with a sneer, and when he saw the fearful and evasive eyes, he knew the answer in his heart.
If it was Hong Guoguo's hatred that supported them in standing in front of He Xie, then what were they hiding from?
They don't even have the courage to hate someone openly, so who gave them the courage to stand in front of He Xie?
A bunch of idiots who were taken advantage of!
"Donor Lin!"
Fang Yuan was extremely angry. He didn't expect this man to be so heartless and crazy, and to blatantly kill people outside the gate of Shaolin Temple!
"Donor Lin has such evil thoughts that he is so crazy and considers human life as nothing!" Fang Yuan shouted angrily, "You kill people wantonly in front of my Shaolin Mountain gate. Does Donor Lin really not take my Shaolin seriously?"
He Xie glanced at her and said slowly: "Master, are you blaming me?"
Fang Yuan stared at He Xie.
"But what does Master blame Lin for?" He Xie asked, "Is it because Lin committed the murder? Or is it because Lin didn't take Shaolin seriously?"
Fang Yuan said coldly: "Donor Lin kills people here because he has deep evil roots and he doesn't take Shaolin seriously! It's just Donor Lin, although your martial arts are high, the poor monk will never allow you even if he is shattered to pieces.
Keep doing evil! I will never sit back and watch you kill another person!"
What he said was righteous and resounding!
Such beautiful words will naturally attract people to applaud.
"Master said it well! Lin Pingzhi, are you scared..."
puff!
Halfway through what he said, the man was stabbed to death by He Xie with a flying needle.
The little fire that had just been ignited in the hearts of the widows and the elderly was instantly extinguished by this needle.
He Xie turned around and said sincerely to Fang Yuandao: "Master, Lin's demonic roots are deep and there is no cure. How about you hurry up and break your body to pieces, so that I can drive them all away."
Fang Yuan looked at the sarcasm and murderous intent that flashed across He Xie's eyes, then looked at the people behind him who were once again silent, and suddenly sighed: "Almsgiver Lin, if you do many unjust things, you will die! This poor monk is not yours.
Opponent, please come, there is a benefactor’s destination above the Mahavira Palace.”
He Xie regretfully said: "Master, in the past Bodhidharma cut off his flesh to feed eagles, how merciful he was. Since Master has the heart to sacrifice his life for righteousness, why not let Mr. Lin send you to bliss as soon as possible?"
Fang Yuan's expression remained as calm as ever, as if the previous excitement, grief and anger had never happened at all: "Amitabha, this poor monk has not practiced enough. He never dares to compare with the Patriarch. Donor Lin, please do it."
He Xie shook his head and sighed: "Lin has never killed a monk..."
Fang Yuan's mouth twitched.
He Xie stared at Fang Yuan with a smile: "Master, since you are unwilling to sacrifice your life for righteousness, if you dare to say a word to Lin again along the way, Lin will kill you immediately! Do you hear me clearly?"
Fang Yuan looked at He Xie in shock, and then his face turned red!
He was so angry that he was shaking all over, but in the end he didn't say another word.
He Xie raised his head with a smile and said in a maternal tone: "It seems that you can't get your justice back by yourself. Lin will go to the Shaolin Temple now to see if the compassionate masters in the temple can get it back."
I seek justice for you."
"Go back and wait for the news!" He Xie turned his head and touched the hilt of the sword on his back, "If you are still standing in front of me within ten breaths, you should never leave."
He Xie actually hoped that at least a few of the nearly a thousand people would stand up and scold him, but unfortunately, there was not one.
Almost as soon as He Xie finished speaking, these enemies who had been "sworn in" with He Xie suddenly dispersed like birds and beasts. After a while, not even one of them was left, leaving only a few lonely corpses in the same place.
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He Xie looked at Monk Fang Yuan, whose face turned red and white, with a faint smile, and chuckled: "Lead the way, Master?"
Along the way, Monk Fang Yuan seemed to have practiced silent meditation, and as expected he never said a single word to He Xie.
He Xie followed him all the way through the forest of steles, bypassed the Heavenly King's Hall, and went straight to the solemn Main Hall.
The palace was already full of guests at this moment.
When He Xie strode in, hundreds of pairs of eyes suddenly looked at him.
Opposite the gate of the palace, there are two seats. The one on the left is filled with monks. A white-browed monk wearing a purple-red cassock with cloudy eyes is sitting in the middle surrounded by monks.
On the right, a group of Taoist priests also surrounded a tall Taoist man with silver hair in the middle.
Below the left head, sat a man with a sinister face and narrow eyes. Behind him, a dozen men wearing yellow shirts and carrying swords stared at He Xie coldly.
He Xie recognized that this was the costume of the Songshan Sect, and he thought that the middle-aged man with a gloomy look was Zuo Lengchan.
The two families further down are old acquaintances of He Xie.
The family is from Huashan. At this moment, Yue Buqun is smiling and nodding to He Xie. Behind him are Ning Zhongze, Yue Lingshan, Linghu Chong and others. They are the few people here who show kindness to He Xie.
The other family is from the Taishan Sect, and the Tianmen Master has a very ugly face.
On the right hand side, the leader was a thin, unattractive old man with a worn-out erhu in his arms. He must be Mr. Xiaoxiang Yeyu Moda from the Nanyue Hengshan Sect. What made He Xie frown slightly was that Liu Zhengfeng was not there.
Among these people, he suddenly thought of many things in his mind.
On the other side of the table were a group of young nuns. Among them, He Xie saw Yilin, a young nun whom he had met once.
Looking around, He Xie had a panoramic view of everyone present. Apart from seats for each faction, there was no more seat in the hall. It seemed that there was no place for He Xie.
He Xie remained silent and followed Fang Yuan to the center of the hall before he stood still. Fang Yuan clasped his hands together and said his first words along the way: "Brother Abbot, this is the heir of the Evil Exorcist Sword, Donor Lin.
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Seeing Monk Fang Zheng nod slightly, Fang Yuan immediately walked up to the Shaolin Sect's seat, as if he didn't even want to stay for a breath longer.
