Murong Bo was now disheartened, and now that he had a broken arm, he knew that struggling would be useless and it was not appropriate to humiliate himself, so he simply closed his eyes and waited for death.
Seeing that Qiao Feng and his son were about to succeed.
A figure quickly appeared in front of Murong Bo, and received the palm power of the two men with both hands.
Xiao Yuanshan took seven or eight steps back with a look of horror in his eyes!
Qiao Feng also took three steps back, his thick eyebrows furrowed.
A skinny monk wearing a green robe. This monk is not young. His sparse long beards are all white. He looks very old.
The monk took the palms of the father and son, looked at Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo calmly, and said: "You two have secretly practiced Buddhism in Shaolin Temple for so many years. You should know that it is better to dissolve enemies than to end them. Why don't you put down your grudges and stand upright?" Become a Buddha."
"Hahaha......."
Ma Dayuan burst into laughter.
The sweeping monk frowned and said, "This donor, why are you laughing?"
"Should I call you Monk Huizhen, or should I call you Long Qianyuan?"
"There is no Huizhen in Shaolin, and there is no Long Qianyuan. The poor monk is just an unknown monk who sweeps the floor." The sweeping monk said expressionlessly.
Ma Dayuan said with a smile: "No matter who you are? Do I still not understand your thoughts? The reason why I let these two people secretly learn martial arts in Shaolin is just because I want to have the opportunity to recruit Senior Xiao and Murong Bo into your Buddhist sect in the future.
You have reached the age of destiny, and you don’t even know how many years you have left to live? I want to train the two of them, maybe there will be two more people like you in Shaolin in the future. "
The sweeping monk was told the central point by Ma Dayuan. He looked at him with lightning eyes and said coldly: "Who are you? Why do you want to distort the meaning of the poor monk? What grudges do you have with our Shaolin?"
"I, Ma Dayuan, have no grudges against your Shaolin. There are other people who have grudges against your Shaolin."
I saw a group of women coming to the center of the square. The leader was an old woman, followed by two young and beautiful girls. Behind them were a group of people wearing rich clothes.
The old woman came to Ma Dayuan, and two young and beautiful girls also came to her. Ma Dayuan said to them:
"If you have any grievances, just tell them in front of the world."
The old woman looked at the sweeping monk and said, "Old monk, do you remember the Jade Spirit Gate? Do you still remember the jade butterfly that you injured?"
"So it's you." The sweeping monk narrowed his eyes!
"The remnants of the Demon Sect...you dare to show up instead of hiding in the mouse hole."
"Why can't they show up? They are worthy of heaven and earth. Just because of your Shaolin words, they were labeled as a demon sect. They are like the Taishan Beidou of martial arts, and they are like Shaolin." Ma Dayuan shouted sarcastically. explain.
Many people in the martial arts community present did not understand the Yuling Sect. Knowing that it was another martial arts secret, everyone pricked up their ears.
"Hmph!" The sweeping monk snorted coldly: "The Jade Spirit Sect is not called the Demon Sect, so what is the Demon Sect?"
"Okay, you keep saying that the Yuling Sect is a demonic sect. Then I, Ma Dayuan, will tell you the origin of the Yuling Sect. My fellow martial arts practitioners here, please also listen. What exactly is the Yuling Sect... sect?"
Ma Dayuan spoke with admiration:
"At the end of the Sui Dynasty, there was a senior named Yu Jiao Nu. By chance, she accidentally obtained a treasure. Yu Jiao Nu was a chivalrous and righteous woman. At that time, the world was in strife and war, and countless orphans and widows were left. The mother is helpless.
Senior Yu felt pity and used the money in his hands to establish Yulingmen.
However, as more and more people were admitted to the sect, Senior Yu's money soon ran out.
In desperation, Senior Yu asked for the consent of his disciples, and allowed those women who did not have the talent to learn martial arts to imitate others and set up brothels. The pressure on the sect was alleviated, and more homeless people were taken in. Yu Ling Menyi continued to the Song Dynasty.
But because of one person, the Yuling Sect was destroyed. I would like to ask everyone here, is such a sect a demon sect? "
The whole place was in an uproar, whispering to each other. No one would think that such a sect was a demon sect. Although they were following a low-level path, they were forced by circumstances and had no choice but to do so.
"Amitabha, as the benefactor Zhenruma said, this Jade Spirit Sect is by no means a demon sect. Instead, it has immeasurable merits. But I don't know what the relationship between this Yu Ling Sect and my Shaolin is?"
Master Mingyue read poetry and books, spoke impartially, and couldn't help but ask.
Ma Dayuan moved his hand, and Yu Linglong dragged an old man forward.
When the old man saw the sweeping monk, he was stunned for a while, and immediately burst into tears and shouted: "Uncle, save me, I am Yuanyi, I am your nephew...Long Yuanyi."
The sweeping monk glared angrily and asked Ma Dayuan: "Donor Ma, what do you mean?"
Ma Dayuan did not answer him, pointed at Long Yuanyi, and said loudly to the people around him:
"This man's name is Long Yuanyi, and he is the nephew of the sweeping monk Long Qianyuan. He was also a lay disciple in Shaolin back then, but later he learned nothing.
When I returned home, I was so obsessed with the fireworks that I spent all the money I had with me!
This man was shameless and wanted to have sex for free. During the dispute, he had one of his legs broken. He came back to find his uncle and complained that it was this sweeping monk.
The younger brother of the sweeping monk was the abbot of Shaolin at that time. He did not investigate the cause of the incident clearly and insisted on labeling the Yuling Sect as a demon sect.
The martial arts people from all over the world were summoned to fight against it. Unfortunately, tens of thousands of members of the Yuling Sect were killed and had no place to redress their grievances. The remaining members of the Yuling Sect were only able to survive by hanging on to their last breath and hiding in the wilderness. "
Everyone in the martial arts community present was shocked. Even the Shaolin disciples showed unbearable expressions and glared at the two uncles who were the culprits.
The sweeping monk Long Qianyuan looked at his nephew fiercely: "Is everything he said true?"
Long Yuanyi was submissive and obviously had a guilty conscience!
The sweeping monk closed his eyes helplessly, took a deep breath, opened his eyes and looked at Ma Dayuan: "Donor Ma, this is the end of the matter, what do you want?"
"Pay debts with money, kill people with lives." Ma Dayuan said categorically.
The sweeping monk turned back to look at the people in Shaolin: "What do you think?"
"Donor Ma is right, you are wrong." Mingyue hates evil so much that even if this person is from Shaolin, she will not favor him.
Xuan Ming, the head of Bodhidharma Academy, also said: "You are a senior in Shaolin, but your sins are serious. You should commit suicide!"
Everyone in Shaolin expressed their position one after another.
The sweeping monk looked calm on the surface, but was furious in his heart. He always regarded himself as the patron saint of Shaolin, but he didn't expect that everyone in Shaolin would betray him.
"Hahaha....."
After a burst of wild laughter, the sweeping monk's eyes were red, and he lowered his head and said grimly: "You all want my life, but my fate is up to me."
Around the sweeping monk, a black mist visible to the naked eye gradually rose.
Mingyue was shocked and shouted loudly: "Be careful...he is possessed."
The sweeping monk's figure was like lightning, and he caught Long Yuanyi in a flash. Ma Dayuan quickly pulled Yu Linglong away and protected her behind him.
The sweeping monk looked at his nephew coldly: "It's all you who have ruined my reputation for the rest of my life."
He grabbed Long Yuanyi's neck with one hand and his feet with the other, and pulled hard, Long Yuanyi was torn in half.
Blood dripped on the head of the sweeping monk, which was hideous and terrifying. A burst of black smoke enveloped him. In the black mist, he could only hear the sweeping monk yelling: "The great method of disintegrating the demon."
When the black fog dissipated, the sweeping monk's white hair had turned into black hair. He seemed to be several decades younger. He licked the corners of his lips and looked at the rest of the Long family greedily.
"Thank you very much. If it weren't for you, I, Long Qianyuan, would not have reached this point."
The sweeping monk clenched his fists, felt his new self, and looked around:
"This is what power feels like, and it's fascinating."
"If I become a Buddha, there will be no demons in the world. If I become a demon, there will be no Buddhas in the world, and all of you here today will die..."
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