Chapter 663 Is it possible to forgive people and forgive them?
"Injustice, injustice..." The sweeping monk's eyes were full of compassion, and he shook his head slowly, "The originally pure place of Buddhism has turned into a place where fame and wealth are fought for, and now it has become a killing ground for Shura, with corpses all over the palace. If Patriarch Bodhidharma is reincarnated,
I am just afraid that I will regret spreading the Dharma to the east. Amitabha, it is so good, so good..."
Xuanci looked gloomy and remained silent for a long time before clasping his hands together and saying, "Could it be that Master just saved the poor monk?"
The sweeping monk sighed and bowed slightly: "See the abbot."
Xuanci hurriedly returned the salute and was about to speak, but the sweeping monk turned his head, ignored him, and continued to look at He Xie.
"This little benefactor has reached the advanced level of Taoist martial arts. He actually combines Xiaoyao Sect's Xiao Wuxiang Kung Fu, Pure Yang Supreme Kung Fu and a pure Yin internal skill into one. He can carry Yin while embracing Yang. It's really amazing."
The sweeping monk spoke slowly, revealing the origin of He Xie's inner strength in one breath.
He Xie was not surprised. The sweeping monk could see where he was coming from, and he could also see where the sweeping monk was coming from.
Because the Sweeping Monk has a foundation in martial arts, he also has the shadow of the Xiaoyao sect. Although it is not any kind of Xiaoyao martial arts, it is definitely from the same origin.
He Xie has always suspected that the sweeping monk is Xiaoyaozi, but now it seems that this is not the case.
But he and Xiaoyaozi must have an extraordinary relationship.
who is he?
Thoughts in He Xie's mind were racing, but he said slowly: "Senior's martial arts combine yin and yang, and he has returned to his original nature. It's a pity, it's a pity..."
He shook his head, a look of regret on his face.
He could see that the reason why the sweeping monk seemed to have returned to his original nature was not because his cultivation had reached this level, but because the sweeping monk was injured, a very serious injury. His body was like a black hole, draining all his inner strength.
Locked within the body, nourishing his broken body.
Not only that, the old man is also walking the path of yin and yang, but his path has come to an end and there is no possibility of going any further.
However, the inner force that is always running in the Dantian of the sweeping monk still gave He Xie great inspiration and surprise.
Can internal force really only operate in the meridians?
Every move, every breath of this sweeping monk is a reflection of his practice. Every pore in his body can absorb the true energy at any time, and when necessary, his internal energy can also be emitted from every pore.
His inner strength has truly reached the point where it can be unleashed freely.
The sweeping monk knew what regret He Xie was talking about, and there was a hint of regret on his face: "Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things. All things bear yin and hold yang, and the energy is in harmony. It turns out that the most profound martial arts
The truth has always been widely circulated in the world. The poor monk traveled thousands of miles and wasted hundreds of years to pursue the answer. In fact, he has already been in front of him without knowing it. It is pitiful, sad and lamentable!"
Except for He Xie, only Qiao Feng and Huang Shang seemed to understand what he said, but the others just felt it was strange that what I said came from the mouth of a monk.
In fact, when a person reaches a certain level, whether it is Buddhism, Taoism, or Confucianism, all the principles in the world can be used to bless himself, and there will be no sectarian views at all.
As for He Xie, although he admires Taoism in his heart, he actually deeply believes in the Buddhist teaching of life and death, and the wonderful vacuum. As a Chinese, many Confucian ideas have long been integrated into his bones.
"If the poor monk had met the little benefactor forty or fifty years earlier, he would have been willing to give up his cultivation and practice again." The sweeping monk looked at He Xie with a complicated expression, "The little benefactor has shown the way forward at such a young age. Given time, he will surely
He has become the first person in history and his achievements are immeasurable."
The implication of his words is that he obviously believes that He Xie's path is the right one.
When the heroes heard the old monk's evaluation of He Xie, they all felt sad. In the battle just now, more than a hundred people died under He Xie's sword. This battle was unprecedented and unparalleled.
Be remembered by future generations.
"Senior stepped forward to stop this junior?" He Xie asked, looking deeply at the sweeping monk, with a vague hunger in his heart.
This is the excitement and anticipation of meeting a master of the same kind, a feeling I haven’t seen in a long time.
The sweeping monk smiled faintly: "If it were a martial arts competition, the little benefactor would not be able to withstand a hundred moves in the hands of the poor monk. But if it were a matter of life and death, I am afraid that the poor monk would die under the benefactor's sword within a hundred moves. The young benefactor is too violent, and the poor monk will not be able to withstand it.
I don’t dare to stop it, I just want to ask for a favor.”
After a pause, he sighed: "After all, the poor monk has lived in Shaolin for more than forty years. He really can't bear to have the hundreds of years of Shaolin heritage cut off."
He looked at He Xie and said with a smile: "I wonder if the little benefactor can show off his reputation as a poor monk?"
At this moment, a scream was heard from the other side, but it was Qi Liu who finally killed Chen Guyan with his sword using the martial arts he had learned from the Musashi Pagoda of Tianxiahui.
He Xie did not look back, he pondered slightly and suddenly smiled.
"If seniors comply with the six conditions, Shaolin will be free from disaster today," he said.
In fact, he had no intention of completely destroying Shaolin, because since ancient times, China has had a very unreasonable but ubiquitous rule.
That is - if you have to spare others, spare them, the dead are the greatest, and those who celebrate the New Year are here...
And so on.
Shaolin harmed Qiao Feng and wanted to destroy Tianxiahui, but He Xie pinned him to the ground and rubbed him. This causal relationship is reasonable.
But if it turns out that He Xie destroys Shaolin and the Shaolin Temple disappears, then He Xie will be criticized by thousands of people.
There is no reason to talk about this kind of thing. If you want to be happy and grudge, you can't do it unless you don't care about your reputation.
Therefore, those who are willing to enmity and enmity in the world have always become "evil" if they are lucky, and become demons if they are unlucky. If you want to be a hero and an upright leader, you must be broad-minded.
How can you show that you are broad-minded?
Repaying evil with kindness is what the world wants to see most.
He Xie has no way to change this thing that is integrated into the bones of Chinese people, and he has no interest in trying beyond his own capabilities, so he will not let Shaolin's brand name be completely cut off.
He will give Shaolin a breath and show his magnanimity.
In fact, many times, doing so is more cruel, but the world just accepts this, which is very strange.
"Is this so?" The sweeping monk also pondered slightly and smiled at He Xie, "Little donor, can you wait for a moment?"
He Xie stretched out his hand in a gesture of invitation: "Senior, please help yourself."
The sweeping monk smiled and thanked him again and turned around.
At this time, the remaining ten Shaolin disciples helped each other and walked to Xuanci's side.
There used to be more than 300 monks in the main hall, but now there are only a dozen or so monks left, with numbness and confusion on their faces.
The sweeping monk turned around, looked at Xuanci, sighed, and said: "The poor monk is brave enough to ask the abbot to abdicate and choose a wise man to inherit the position of abbot."
Xuanci looked sad, nodded slowly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Junior brother Xuanbei is superb in Buddhism and martial arts, far superior to the poor monk. He is the only one who can assume the position of Shaolin abbot."