"Master Xuanbei..." the sweeping monk muttered slightly, with a smile on his face, "That is really appropriate. Please pass it on to the abbot."
"Yes." Xuanci bowed respectfully to the sweeping monk.
The king is successful and the bandits are defeated. At this point, Xuanci has nothing to say.
He knew that he was dead, and even if He Xie was willing to let him go, he would have no shame to live any longer. Shaolin has inherited hundreds of years of tradition, but because of his wrong idea, he suffered this disaster. He is Shaolin's eternal sinner.
.
He had long been determined to die, and the only thing he could think about at this moment was to keep the last bit of Shaolin alive no matter what.
Xuan Bei is the most suitable candidate and the only one who can save Shaolin.
Xuanci whispered a few words to a monk and went to call Xuanbei.
Here, after He Xie checked the injuries of Huang Shang and Qi Liu, he was slightly relieved that both of them were fine.
The surviving heroes silently gathered together in the viewing area.
No one wants to continue this brutal battle, but no one has forgotten how it started.
Naturally they hate He Xie and Tianxiahui, but what they hate most is Shaolin.
This is also a very strange "human nature".
About half an hour later, the Shaolin bell suddenly rang. Amidst the melancholy sound, Xuan Bei walked into the main hall from the back door under the leadership of the monk just now. Behind Xuan Bei, there was a large group of people.
Shaolin disciple.
As soon as these Shaolin disciples entered the main hall, they were immediately shocked by the bloody and tragic scene in front of them. Some were so frightened that they trembled and collapsed on the ground. Others saw familiar monks or seniors lying in a pool of blood and immediately cried.
He howled out, and for a moment, the hall became chaotic again.
Xuan Bei seemed to be deaf to everything. His face was very sad and he walked very slowly, as if every step he took had used up all his strength.
He walked up to Xuanci without saying a word, clasped his hands together and bowed.
Xuanci had a look of remorse on his face, and he hesitated several times, but in the end it turned into a long sigh, and he just bowed deeply to Xuanbei.
Then, Xuanci turned around and looked quietly at the monks in the hall who were crying or at a loss, with a deep look of sadness on his face.
He just stood there, as if he had completely lost his soul.
The bell rang ninety-nine times before it stopped. The Shaolin disciples in the hall wiped away their tears in unison, walked to Xuanci, and knelt down on the ground. Even Xuanbei and the sweeping monk were no exception.
Xuanci looked around at the monks below and said in a deep voice: "Monks, please listen to my order."
All the monks spoke in unison: "I sincerely accept the decree of the Dharma."
"From now on, Xuanbei is the fifteenth abbot of this temple. He will inherit my Shaolin mantle, promote Buddhism, and save the world."
The abbots of the past dynasties started with the tokens, and then the great gifts were completed."
After saying that, Xuanci slowly knelt down on his knees, took off his cassock, and took out a simple wooden fish and golden bowl from his waist, and then said: "Junior brother Xuanbei, please come forward."
Xuanbei stood up slowly, walked forward, and knelt down in front of Xuanci.
Xuanci handed the three tokens to Xuanbei one by one, and finally prostrated himself deeply on the ground: "Unworthy disciple Xuanci, please see the abbot."
"See the abbot!" The monks all bowed down.
Xuan Bei stood up slowly, holding a wooden fish in one hand and a golden bowl in the other. He looked around, with a sad look on his face.
He slowly shook his head and made a supporting gesture, signaling the end of the ceremony.
"Xuanci knows that his sins are serious, please ask the abbot to punish him." Xuanci prostrates himself and says sadly.
Xuan Bei's face became more sad. He shook his head, turned around and bowed deeply to the sweeping monk. The sweeping monk did not dare to neglect and hurriedly returned the salute.
Xuanbei stretched out his hand and wrote in the void: "Master, please pass it on for me."
The sweeping monk pondered for a moment, then bowed and said, "I will obey the abbot's decree."
Xuanbei also wrote: "It is no longer Shaolin's business, we should ask the people of the world."
The sweeping monk immediately smiled happily and said: "Amitabha, this poor monk has understood the abbot's intention."
After that, he turned around, smiled at He Xie and said, "Little donor, please wait for a long time."
"It doesn't matter," He Xie said.
"Xuanci committed the five major precepts of sexual intercourse, killing, lying, destroying others and being angry," the sweeping monk said, "According to the precepts of this temple, he should be punished with a rod of five hundred and be imprisoned for thirty years. He and
How about the cause and effect of the benefactor, why not wait until after the punishment?"
After five hundred sticks, everyone is dead, so why bother?
He Xie shook his head, he knew very well that if Xuan Ci had received five hundred strokes before his death, Shaolin would have won a lot of sympathy points.
Looking at Xuanci's look, I'm afraid this person would like to receive five hundred sticks and then cut off his heart as in the original plot.
He did this not because he felt guilty about the dead people, but because he wanted to save Shaolin's life and reputation as much as possible.
This monk even died for utilitarian purposes.
"Senior, do you still remember what I said before?" He Xie asked with a smile.
The sweeping monk was silent for a moment, took a deep look at He Xie, and sighed: "Of course I remember. In this case, please ask the donor He for advice."
"Don't take it seriously." He Xie cupped his fists slightly.
"If it weren't for Shaolin's selfish interests, why would today's tragedy happen?" He Xie said loudly, "The world will go on a killing spree today. I don't know how much hatred will be forged? How many lives will be affected in the future?"
He Xie said in a slightly cold tone: "Xuanci called on all the heroes in the world, intending to kill us and then hurry up and destroy the world and feel at ease. This is the revenge of destroying the whole family. I originally thought that not only everyone in the hall would die today, but also this person
Ancient temples that have been built for hundreds of years will also be buried together!"
These words were said with such murderous intent that everyone felt chills in their hearts.
"However, God has the virtue of a good life," He Xie changed the subject, "I am not a person who likes to kill. Since my predecessors have interceded, I have been a good person since then. But as the instigator, Shaolin must be taught a lesson for this!"
The sweeping monk sighed and said, "The donor might as well talk about the six conditions you mentioned before."
He Xie smiled slightly.
"First, Xuanci must die at the hands of my second brother!"
"Second, Shaolin will be closed for fifty years from today. No fireworks will be allowed. Only a hundred people can be left as successors. Within fifty years, this number must not be exceeded. The remaining disciples must be dismissed within three days!"
"Third, from now on, Shaolin only teaches Buddhism and does not practice martial arts, and we must swear that the disciples in the temple will never keep or practice martial arts in secret! All martial arts books in the Sutra Pavilion must be handed over as compensation to the Tianxiahui."
"Fourth, except for the Shaolin Temple area, all property deeds in Shaoshi Mountain must be handed over to compensate Tianxiahui!"
"fifth……"
He Xie paused and smiled slightly: "Fifth, it cannot be regarded as a condition. The junior requested it at that time."
"The junior wishes to compete with the senior, and the limit is one hundred moves. Within the hundred moves, if the senior can defeat the junior by one and a half moves, any one of the first four conditions can be cancelled."