Chapter 114: Debating Buddha (fourth update)

Lin Mang slowly wiped off the blood on the knife and walked towards Yu Canghai.

Lin Mang narrowed his eyes slightly, looked down at Yu Canghai, and said calmly: "Master Yu, I told you that we will meet again."

Yu Canghai was already frightened. He looked at Wu Ming aside and said in a panic: "Master, save me!"

He cursed in his heart, frightened and angry.

The words stopped abruptly before he finished speaking.

In his sight, a headless corpse was gushing out blood.

[Energy Points +11000]

"Amitabha!" Wu Ming recited the name of the Buddha and turned the beads in his hand. His face showed a look of compassion. He quietly looked at the corpse on the ground and advised: "Donor, please don't commit murder again."

Lin Mangxian glanced at him coldly.

The so-called Shaolin is just a cannibal sect.

It has tens of thousands of acres of land under its name, occupies a large number of the most fertile fields, and squeezes ordinary people. They are not much different from the so-called aristocratic sects.

If wealth can rival a country, Shaolin is not much weaker than the No. 1 village in the world.

The dynasty has changed several times, but Shaolin has never fallen.

Lin Mang stepped towards the remaining two people.

"Kill evil?"

"You said I committed murder, why not ask them if there is little blood on their hands?"

"How many innocent people's blood are on their hands!"

"It's easy to get into the world, but it's hard to get out!"

Duan Changqing from the Blood Evil Sect looked panicked, struggled to get up in a hurry, and ran towards Wu Ming quickly.

"Master, save me!"

"I am willing to convert to Buddhism!"

"Excellent!" Wu Ming recited the Buddha's name, his eyes showing relief.

Wu Ming raised his head and looked at Lin Mang and said: "Donor, since this person has converted to Buddhism, he will spend the rest of his life in Buddhism to atone for his sins. It is better to let...him go."

"Pfft!"

Duan Changqing had a look of pain on his face and slowly lowered his head.

An embroidered spring knife came from behind and pierced his heart.

An icy cold light rippled above the tip of the knife.

Splashes of blood splashed all over Wu Ming's face.

Feeling the passage of life, Duan Changqing was filled with regret and shouted sadly: "Zhong Yue, Yu Canghai, you misunderstood me!"

Lin Mang slowly pulled out the knife and kicked Duan Changqing's body away. Looking at Wu Ming who stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on his face, he said with a half-smile, "What did you just say?"

"All four are empty?"

"But did you really do it?"

"Snapped!"

Lin Mang slapped Wu Ming with his backhand and said calmly: "Are you angry in your heart?"

"If you are angry, how can you have the face to teach others that all four elements are worthless?"

"You really can't tell what this person is doing. How is it different from the Demonic Cult?"

Wu Ming was startled.

The skin on his old cheeks twitched slightly, and there seemed to be anger in his eyes, which quickly disappeared.

Lin Mang sneered and said, "I hate the faces of you monks the most."

"You haven't even reached the level of spiritual practice yourself, yet you dare to teach others."

"Amitabha~" Wuming chanted the Buddha's name for a long time, and the breath on his body suddenly became chaotic.

His eyes were scarlet for a moment and clear for a moment.

The beads in his hand were spinning faster and faster.

Disciples of Shaolin Buddhism will not practice any martial arts within ten years of entry, but will practice Buddhism.

To cultivate martial arts first, cultivate the heart. This was the purpose of Shaolin in the past.

However, this kind of practice method is unacceptable to many people. Coupled with the rise of various sects, especially the emergence of Wudang, it overwhelmed Shaolin in one fell swoop.

Therefore, a certain generation of Shaolin masters reduced the time for young disciples to practice Buddhism and changed it to Buddhist and martial arts practitioners.

In Shaolin today, after practicing Buddhism for three years, you will start to practice martial arts.

Lin Mang turned around and walked towards the last person.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell and shone on Lin Mang's body.

The figure dragging the knife seemed to contain majestic power.

One step fell, and the surroundings were instantly silent.

The light of the sword slashed through!

"Boom!"

A century-old giant tree slowly fell down, accompanied by a rain of blood.

[Energy Points +15000]

Wu Ming chanted the Buddha's name for a long time, showing sadness: "Donor, killing cannot solve all the problems in this world."

Lin Mang suddenly smiled and asked: "If I want to kill you today, will you let me kill you?"

The Buddha beads turning in Wu Ming's hand suddenly stopped.

Lin Mang smiled, with sarcasm in his laughter: "You hesitated."

"The moment you hesitate, the answer is already clear. There is no Buddha in your heart at all!"

"Poof!" Wu Ming spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, and for a moment he seemed to have aged dozens of years.

Wu Ming coughed up blood and staggered towards the top of the mountain.

"Donor, I have learned a lesson."

The ethereal voice gradually disappeared.

Tang Qi walked over and said hesitantly: "Sir, this Master Wu Ming seems to be quite famous in the world."

"Oh?" Lin Mang looked surprised and said, "Tell me."

Tang Qi replied: "He used to be the host of a room in Shaolin's thirty-sixth room. Later he resigned as host and traveled around the world. I heard that he saved many people."

"The most famous thing is that he had a senior brother who did the opposite of what he did. As soon as this man entered the world, he killed countless evildoers with his sword. Every evildoer he met was eventually killed by the sword."

"One wants to persuade those evil people to convert to Buddhism, while the other wants to kill evil people when they encounter them."

Lin Mang sneered: "How can a wicked person become a Buddha by putting down his butcher knife?"

"If I put down the sword now, will I become a Buddha?"

Tang Qi smiled sarcastically.

He did not dare to answer this question.

Lin Mang sheathed his sword and looked at the one-horned Pixiu in the distance.

"Come with me, I'll find a safe place for you."

"Now that your hiding place has been exposed, there will be countless troubles in the future."

This one-horned Pixiu is not the little Pixiu. Its wisdom is no longer weaker than that of humans.

Even if he practices the mind-obsessing method to perfection, it will not be able to disturb its mind.

He believed that it could understand.

The one-horned Pixiu lowered his head and glanced at the little Pixiu, his eyes full of thought. After a long moment, he shook his head slightly.

The one-horned Pixiu slowly opened its mouth, and a silver round wheel flew out of its mouth.

Lin Mang looked surprised and said in surprise: "Full Moon Scimitar?"

The magic treasure!

The full moon scimitar floated quietly in front of Lin Mang.

Lin Mang looked at the one-horned Pixiu and asked, "Is it for me?"

The one-horned Pixiu nodded, then looked down at the little Pixiu, with a trace of reluctance in his eyes.
To be continued...