Everyone closed with both hands and recited the Buddhist name.

There are even more monks knelt on the ground, excitedly in the direction of the town magic pagoda.

In the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Shaolin's last generation Fang Xuanming opened his eyes.

A gas wave was born out of thin air.

Everything in the house suddenly suspended, and soon fell quietly.

"Amitabha ~" Xuan Ming chanted the Buddha name and smiled: "I am fortunate."

Nympho

The heavy stone door slowly opened.

An old monk wearing a cricket and a kind -face face came out.

His clothes are very simple. He wore a hundred clothes, which is very simple.

The steps seem to be slow, but after a step, it has been in front of the reason.

"Brother!"

I was excited because of my expression: "Brother, you finally got out of the customs."

But soon, the choking of tears: "Uncle Xuan Bei is silent."

"Dust, the fate is silent."

With a slightly frown, a tragedy appeared on his face, trembling: "Uncle Xuan Bei ..."

Xuan Bei received a lot of apprentices in his life.

When I was young, I traveled to the Quartet, adopted some orphans, and brought it back to Shaolin Temple.

Some of them have outstanding talents and become disciples of Shaolin. Some of them are poor. Finally, they left Shaolin.

The knot was brought back from the burial post at the beginning.

It was only that the talent was so good, and the original Xuan Bei was young. Xuan Bei thought that he could not teach himself, so he entrusted him to the first seat in Dhaotang at the time.

But after all, Xuan Bei brought back. After entering Shaolin, Xuan Bei also took care of it.

Although there is no master and apprentice, it has the fact that teachers and apprentices.

Because of anger: "Uncle Xuan Bei died in Jinyiwei Town to make Lin Mangzhi's hand."

"Brother Chen, the younger brother Yuan died in his hands."

"He even brought troops to kill many of my Shaolin disciples."

Because of his anger, he said everything.

The killing is not the point. In his opinion, Lin Mang's move is clearly insulting Shaolin.

When the dignified Shaolin, when will be forced to break through!

Even the abbot of Shaolin was beheaded before the mountain gate.

Now on the entire rivers and lakes, Shaolin is almost the laughing stock of the rivers and lakes.

On the contrary, Lin Mang, who was famous for this matter, but Shaolin became his stepping stone.

But he didn't practice enough, not the butcher's opponent.

"Amitabha!" Sighing a sigh, looking at the cause, whispered: "Master, you have committed abstinence."

"Brother ..." I was unwilling because I was unwilling, and I looked up and stared at the knot, and asked, "Is that just that?"

"Master Xuanming said so, is this the same, brother?"

"Will their hatred not report?"

After looking up at the direction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he calmly said: "There is nothing wrong with the consideration of Master Xuanming.

"Brother ..." Because of his stun, he clenched his fist.

He is unwilling!

At this moment, one hand fell on his shoulder, patted his shoulder gently, and smiled: "But I am not a Buddha after all."

"When did you report the grievances?"

"Uncle Xuan Bei died, if Shaolin did not even dare to ask for one statement, how can the uncle be willing to go to the Bliss World."

"This is not Shaolin in my heart!"

I stared at my eyes and looked at the knot in surprise.

"Master, let's end this matter."

"No matter what the result, this grievance is here."

Gently turned the Buddha beads in his hand, looked at the direction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and calmly said: "Shi Bo, from today, get rid of Shaolin, remove the name from Shaolin."

"well……"

There was a sigh in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the old voice slowly came: "Do you think about it?"

"Jie, you just stepped into this situation, why bother."

"Here to Beijing, it is unknown to be dangerous."

He was really reluctant to endure.

The other party is Jin Yiwei, with a special identity and in Beijing. Even if he can kill Lin Mang, how could the court allow the court to leave.

Smile with a smile: "I understand."

"But if you don't go, you are afraid of giving birth."

"Uncle Xuan Bei is a knotted master.

"It's just to talk about it."

"Amitabha……"

There was a chanting sound in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. After that, the chanting sounds sounded one after another.

Along with the sound of wooden fish.

"Good!"

After setting up one hand, erected in the chest, turned around and bowed to the Buddhist temple, turned around and walked outside the temple.

The monks sat down and tapped the wooden fish gently.

The continuous sound sounded the whole mountain.

Due to tears in my eyes, looking at the figure that gradually left, slowly kneeling to the ground.

As the knight goes away, on the stone steps of the Shaolin, the golden lotus is opened.

In the void, there seems to be a vast Buddha sound.
Chapter completed!