"Abbot, what should I do about this? The leader of the Demon Sect blocked the mountain gate and the monks in our temple had to walk around the back mountain when they went out. This was something that had not happened in a thousand years. We must think of a way to persuade him to go down the mountain!" Shaolin Kongzhi monk saw Yang Yi sitting at the temple gate for a long time and blocked the door and wanted someone. He was extremely embarrassed and annoyed, but he had no choice but to do anything.

Shaolin abbot Kong Wen looked sad, "Amitabha, this Master Yang has amazing magical skills. Who can resist the entire temple when he sees the whole temple? If Yuan Zhen is not handed over, I am afraid that no matter how much you say, it will be useless."

Kong Zhi said: "You can't let him block the temple gate like this. In this blink of an eye, it's more than ten days. If my Shaolin disciple goes out now, he must jump over the wall. If this is spread, how can I have my Shaolin face?"

Kong Wen said: "It's hard to beat it, but it doesn't make sense. This matter is really difficult to deal with."

Kong Zhi said dejectedly: "Can you have to go down the mountain secretly even if you buy noodles with water?"

Kong Wen said: "Let's bear with it for a few days, I'll go and discuss it with the three uncles."

Kong Zhi said: "Even if the three uncles come forward, can they defeat Master Yang?"

Kong Wen said: "I have to try it before talking about it."

Unlike the monks in Shaolin Temple who looked sad, Yang Yi was lying on a rocking chair, holding a wine pot in his hand, and pouring a few mouthfuls from time to time. The breeze blows his shirt and the white clouds are looking at him. His expression is leisurely and comfortable, and he is indescribably chic and comfortable.

The chair was placed in front of the gate of Shaolin Temple. There were two barbecue racks on the side of the gate. Two Ming scholars were busy grilling things, chicken wings, lamb legs, leeks, and pork chops. They flipped on the grill. The grease dripped on the silver charcoal, making a "sizzling" sound from time to time. The aroma of cumin and the smell of barbecue were blown by the mountain wind, and they kept drilling into the Shaolin Temple along the big holes that were punched in the gate.

Shaolin monks kept the precepts very strictly and did not eat wine and meat. At this time, the aroma of wine and meat floated into the temple, which was a bit confusing to the mind and disturbing his concentration.

It was true that the Buddha ate wine and meat in front of the Buddha's door, and the Bodhisattva made a sound of killing around him.

Xiao Zhao stood beside Yang Yi with a round fan and poured wine and tea for Yang Yi from time to time, and beat mosquitoes. Seeing that it was getting late, he asked Yang Yi softly: "Master, do we still have to eat our supper today in front of this door?"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Eat, of course, it's just here. How many people have been able to eat alcohol and kill animals in front of Shaolin Temple since ancient times? With this opportunity, how can you not have a good experience?"

Xiao Zhao smiled with a pursed lips and said, "Master, is it really good for us to do this?"

Yang Yi said: "We have the final say whether it is good or not!"

At this moment, the gate of Shaolin Temple behind them opened, and a group of monks rushed out with long sticks in their hands, but before they could cross the threshold, they were pushed by Yang Yi, all of them were shaken out, and they fell into the yard and cried out in pain. There were so many bones broken in the "click" sound.

Xiao Zhao and others are no longer surprised. They have seen this situation more than these days.

Amid the pain of the monks, an old monk with white beard and white eyebrows walked into the courtyard and shouted to the monks on the ground: "Yuansheng, Yuantong, who made you collide with Master Yang? What kind of person is Master Yang? You can also provoke him? Why don't you retreat quickly!"

A chubby monk on the ground shouted: "Uncle Kongming, this demon blocked the gate of my temple for so many days. He ate alcohol and killed animals in front of my temple and slandered my Buddha. How could everyone in my temple tolerate him? He asked me to tell me that everyone rushed out and worked together to dismiss him! What other rules should I tell this demon?"

Kong Ming said in a deep voice: "The leader Yang is alone and fights thousands of miles away, killing tens of thousands of people. Can hundreds of monks in our Shaolin Temple stop it? It is more than the people. The people with millions of Ming Cult are spread all over the world, so how can you compare?"

The fat monk Yuanxing said, "So what? Just be so angry with this coward?"

Kong Ming was silent for a long time and said, "Can we be angry. That's why Master Yang respects us!"

Yuanxing, Yuantong and others took a deep breath and said, "Is it so blocked?"

Kongming refused to answer, but said, "You guys go back to the precepts to receive punishment first. Without the abbot's instructions, no one can leave the temple!"

Yuanshi, Yuantong and several others staggered up and left with hatred.

Kongming walked to Yang Yi, bowed and closed his head and said, "Master Yang, Shaolin Temple is a pure place for Buddhism. You are the future lord of the world, so why bother to make things difficult for the outside world? You have repeatedly hurt my monks in the past few days and destroyed my temple gate, so that you will not let you enter and exit. Although you have suppressed me, Shaolin, you are so domineering and spread it to the world. It sounds a bit unpleasant."

Yang Yi smiled and said, "I have a bad reputation in my behavior and my reputation is not good. Shaolin Temple hides traitors, and my reputation may not be much better!"

Kong Ming was unhappy, "Master Yang, my Shaolin monks have always been compassionate to save the world and save people. Where do you start with the four words "hiding dirty and dirty"?"

Yang Yi said: "Yuan Zhen raped and killed Xie Xun's wife, killed his whole family, and then colluded with the Tartars to cause trouble to the Central Plains. Hehe, you Shaolin hide this person and hide and do not communicate with each other. Are I wrong about the word "four filth"?"

Kong Ming said: "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. Although Master Yuanzhen has committed many evil deeds, since he has repented, why should Master Yang kill him all?"

Yang Yi said: "Go away your mother's sudden remorse! He has been killing people and setting fires over the years and has done many evil things. Do you know nothing about Shaolin Temple?" Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and had already pinched Kong Ming's neck. He threw it suddenly. Kong Ming's body flew into the air like a cannonball. He actually passed the roof of the Main Hall like a flagstone and continued to fly into the temple.

After a moment, the dull sound of his body falling to the ground sounded, as if the ground was trembling, and there were constant screams in the backyard.

"Uncle Master, how are you?"

"Is it the main trunk of the Demon Cult?"

"Let's fight with that devil!"

Kong Ming's weak voice sounded, "Go back! Take me to the Medicine Master Hall first and say, don't anger Master Yang again..."

After a while of panic, the monks' footsteps became farther and farther away, and it seemed that Kongming had been lifted to the Medicine Buddha Hall.

Yang Yi stepped into the courtyard, stood in front of the plaque of the Great Hall, and stood with his hands behind his back, waiting for the people to come.

Sure enough, after a while, Master Shaolin Kongzhi walked to Yang Yi with a pale face: "Master Yang, Senior Brother Abbot is welcome!"

Yang Yi said: "What? What did Kong Wen say? Are you going to hand over Cheng Kun?"

Kong Zhi said in a deep voice: "If you don't want to be with me or not, you will be better than my three uncles!"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "You three uncles? Oh, are you going to overcome difficulties, tribulation, and three old people who are immortal?"
Chapter completed!