The gate of Xingyun Village.
As soon as Chen Fan and Long Xiaoyun came out, they saw Lin Shiyin, Lin Xianer and Li Xunhuan Afei talking to each other.
Chen Fan walked forward with Long Xiaoyun, and at first sight he saw a solemn old monk wearing a red cassock standing in front of the door.
Beside him was a middle-aged monk in gray and black cassocks, and behind him were a dozen strong young monks holding wooden sticks.
Fortunately, Lin Xian'er saw that Chen Fan just said hello as before, while Lin Shiyin was a bit shy, her pretty face turned red instantly, and if it wasn't for the wrong timing, she might have turned away from Chen Fan and stayed away.
Li Xunhuan and A Fei saw Chen Fan coming and nodded slightly as a greeting. They had nothing to say when people from the Shaolin Temple came to their door.
"Are you Chen Fan? The new generation of martial arts leader who killed my master Shaolin Meimei for no reason?"
The middle-aged monk wearing gray and black cassock looked at Chen Fan and asked angrily.
“Be careful and don’t be rude.
Amitabha, the poor monk Shaolin abbot Xinhu, met Almsgiver Chen. "
The elderly monk wearing a red cassock first stopped the rude behavior of the monk Xinjian, then stood up with one hand and performed the Buddha salute and introduced himself to Chen Fan.
"Abbott of Shaolin?"
Chen Fan's heart moved, this was a big shot.
In the name of Shaolin, apart from Abbot Fang Zheng and several retired masters, this abbot is probably the most important.
(Popular science knowledge: Abbot is not equal to abbot, abbot is greater than or equal to abbot.
In this book, the abbot is the head of a large group in Shaolin, while the abbot is just the head of the Shaolin Temple itself. )
"Let's get on with it. You can't just say hello to me by name."
Chen Fan knew what Shaolin was here for, and he didn't want to talk nonsense with them about other Zen ideas. He held the Tang Dao in his hand and Gu Feng said the first words.
"Amitabha, Donor Chen, you are here today only for one thing, which is the death of Master Xinmei of our temple. Please give me an explanation from Shaolin, Donor Chen!"
Master Xinhu felt a little angry when he saw Chen Fan being so rude and arrogant, but he was profound in Buddhism and would not show anger on his face like the monk Xinjian next to him.
Instead, he still had a Buddhist demeanor and showed no emotion on the surface. He first said to Amitabha and bowed before explaining.
"explain?"
Chen Fan smiled half-heartedly and said to Master Xinhu meaningfully, "Does it count if he slandered me as a devil?"
"You wantonly killed my Shaolin master and his disciples, so why are you not a demon? Do you still need to be slandered for such an act? You are."
Before Master Xinhu could say anything, the monk Xinjian next to him shouted angrily at Chen Fan.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk...Master Xinhu, look, I'm in a dilemma too. Another one of you from Shaolin is slandering me."
Chen Fan first shook his head slightly to express regret to Shaolin Abbot Master Xinhu, and then with a "Clang!" sound, the sword flashed and he unsheathed it.
The sword is full of energy!
The first one cut the unsuspecting monk Xinjian in half.
"ah!"
Everyone present, whether it was Xingyunzhuang Lin Shiyin and the others or Shaolin Master Xinhu and his disciples, suddenly exclaimed. They did not expect that Chen Fan would cut monk Xinjian with his sword so suddenly after a disagreement.
Li Xunhuan and A Fei knew that Chen Fan was cold-blooded and murderous, but they really didn't expect that he would cut him off without mercy in front of the Shaolin abbot.
But Lin Shiyin and Long Xiaoyun really didn't expect that they were so shocked that they broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that just after they said a few words, the other party lost his life.
Is Chen Fan usually this cruel?
"Chen Fan, what are you doing? Do you want to fight to the death with me, Shaolin?"
Compared to Lin Shiyin and the others, Master Xinhu was shocked and even more unbelievable. What did this man think of Shaolin? How dare you kill someone in front of his Shaolin abbot.
At this time, he was more like an angry Jianghu guest but no longer looked like a solemn Shaolin abbot.
This sword strike was so sudden that even his advanced stage of martial arts could not stop him. He knew that Chen Fan, the swordsman in front of him, might have surpassed him in martial arts.
However, he has a solid foundation in Shaolin martial arts and strong internal strength. When facing the enemy head-on, he still feels unafraid of the opponent.
Seeing that the two halves of his body were still twitching, Monk Xinjian asked sternly while glaring at Chen Fan with his hands clasped together.
"This person has an open mouth. You can tell at a glance that he is not a person who practices Buddhism with integrity. Master Xinhu, I am helping you take care of the scum under your sect who are ruining the reputation of Shaolin. Why are you trying to attack me? You are a bit ungrateful."
Chen Fan casually shook away the non-existent blood on the blade and said calmly to Master Xinhu.
Chen Fan vaguely remembered that in the original work, it seemed that the monk named Xinjian had stolen the Shaolin Yi Jin Sutra or the Bodhidharma Heart Sutra. In short, he was not a good person. By killing him, he really helped to eliminate a scourge for Shaolin.
Unfortunately, the abbot of Xinhu didn't seem to appreciate it.
"No matter how many of my Shaolin disciples have things that are not my Shaolin's business, we will punish them, but Chen Shi took the initiative and took the initiative to kill with a knife. How is this different from the devil's way?
The evil spirit is permeating the air, and life and death are determined by the sword.
Do you think that the Five Mountains Alliance can continue to do whatever they want after losing two leaders of the Five Mountains Sword Sect in a row? "
Master Xinhu's face twitched when he heard Chen Fan's sophistry. He angrily turned his beads around in his hand and recited Amitabha silently to calm himself down and said angrily to Chen Fan.
"It's better for you, Shaolin, to punish you on your own than for me to send him to the Buddha to be taught. You should thank me properly. There is another Shaolin disciple serving in front of the Buddha.
In addition, I kindly remind you, stop slandering me as a demon or not. I am a demon or a righteous person, and it is not your Shaolin who has the final say. "
A smile appeared on Chen Fan's lips and he said sincerely to the furious Xinhu.
"You are full of nonsense and strong words. Looking at what you are doing now, do you think you are not a demon?"
Seeing that Chen Fan showed no regrets and no proper explanation, Xinhu stopped talking nonsense with Chen Fan and waved his hand to the disciple behind him:
"All the disciples obey the orders and set up the Eighteen Arhats to suppress the demons!"
"yes!"
"Humph!" In an instant, the dozen or so young monks behind Xinhu who were already burning with anger took up a mysterious battle formation with wooden sticks in their hands.
"Chen Fan, you are so murderous that you have become a demon. Follow me back to Shaolin and enter the Demon Suppressing Tower.
I, the Buddha, am merciful and will not kill you. I just hope that you will repent of your sins in the pagoda.
He could not leave the Demon Suppressing Tower for a day until he had eliminated the murderous intent in his heart. "
After all, Master Xinhu is a profound person in Buddhism. At this moment, he stood solemnly, all the anger on his face had disappeared, and he exuded compassionate and gentle persuasion to Chen Fan.
However, this is not persuasion, this is clearly the eve of the battle.
"Master Xinhu..."
After all, Li Xunhuan was soft-hearted and didn't want another fight to break out between the two sides. After all, judging from the strength of both sides, whoever wins or loses will pay a heavy price, so he wanted to be a peacemaker but was stopped by the host Xinhu before he could speak.
"Donor Li, there is no need to say more. The evil way is rampant and cannot be tolerated."
Master Xinhu held the Buddha beads in his hands and clasped them together in front of his chest. The energy in his body was flowing, his cassock was flying, and his eyes were fixed on Chen Fan.
Today, he is going to slay demons!
