One day, two days, three days.

Until the third night, a voice suddenly came from Shaolin Temple: "Please come in and talk!"

This sounds old but also energetic.

Xiao Bing slowly stood up. He took off his sunglasses, put them in his pocket, and walked towards the temple with his hands on his back.

At this time, Xiao Bing's aura was a little thicker than before. She sat here for three days and three nights in a row, and was exhibited and discussed by many tourists every day. Not only did Xiao Bing not get angry or embarrassed, but he felt that his mood had improved a little more, because these were something that Xiao Bing had never experienced before. Xiao Bing did not think it was humiliation, nor did he look down on all this like many ladies in the world.

Xiao Bing listened carefully to the discussions and the voices he talked about himself. Xiao Bing had never suffered these in his life, but instead enjoyed it. He regarded humiliation as enjoyment and regarded being visited for three days as a precious experience in life. In this, Xiao Bing's mind and realm have improved. Although the degree of improvement has not yet been broken, it has also made considerable progress.

"Martial arts must indeed be understood from life." Xiao Bing sighed secretly in his heart, a little happy. The three days of time could not make Xiao Bing feel a little angry, but instead made Xiao Bing feel a little happy. The harvest of three days is enough to be worth three months.

Xiao Bing walked into the temple, and a monk in his fifties was waiting in front of him. He bowed to Xiao Bing and said, "Amitabha, Xiao Bing donor, our abbot is invited."

Xiao Bing glanced at the monk. The old monk looked kind-hearted and kind-hearted, but his strength had reached the peak of Gangjin and was only a line of distance from breaking the void.

Xiao Bing couldn't help but feel a stern heart. The strength of a Taoist monk can be comparable to the eight members of the Dark World Summit. Shaolin's martial arts are indeed well-known!

Xiao Bing smiled and said politely: "Thank you, Master, for leading the way."

The master looked at Xiao Bing in surprise. In his opinion, he had been waiting outside for three days and three nights alone, and he should be full of resentment at this time, but Xiao Bing made you not happy or angry, and as polite as ever. The master sighed: "Amitabha, Xiao Bing's donor not only has the realm of martial arts like a god, but also has a very good heart and nature."

Xiao Bing smiled and said, "You are polite, I don't know what the master should call you?"

"My name is Zhengren."

Xiao Bing knew that the current Shaolin abbot's magic name was Zhiming, and the Zheng generation should be the second generation of Shaolin disciples.

Zhengren took Xiao Bing into the abbot's residence and left. Xiao Bing knocked on the door. Someone in the room said, "Please come in by donor Xiao Bing."

With a creaking sound, Xiao Bing pushed open the wooden door and walked in. He saw an old monk wearing a cassock sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed. When Xiao Bing came in, he pointed to a chair next to him and said, "Please sit down by Donor Xiao Bing, don't know what happened to Donor Xiao Bing to find the old monk?"

This old monk looked calm, like an old tree, giving people a feeling of vicissitudes, withering and old age, and with a background that is difficult to see clearly.

Xiao Bing looked over and after contacting the old monk's eyes, Xiao Bing was surprised to feel another world from his eyes, which was a world of Buddhas all over the sky. Countless monks around him were singing Buddhism. Xiao Bing was surprised and quickly broke free from the spiritual power.

Abbot Zhiming smiled and said, "The martial arts master Xiao Bing Duke should be considered a contemporary genius, which is rare in the world."

Xiao Bing said: "The old abbot is far from me in terms of martial arts or mental power. If I say I am a sharp sword, then the old man is a continuous mountain."

Xiao Bing sat down on the chair. The more he looked, the more he felt that the abbot's realm in front of him was like the sea, and the vast ocean could not see the depth clearly.

Xiao Bing said, "Abbot, I came here this time to inquire about the specific location of the Fairy Sect."

Abbot Zhiming said calmly: "We Shaolin Temple never participate in the grudges of martial arts. What's more, the Fairy Sect has been closed long ago, and it will only appear once every twenty years. Even if we look at it hundreds of years ago, our Shaolin did not care about the world. Xiao Bing donor asked the wrong person."

Xiao Bing said, "The Fairy Sect captured my friend."

Abbot Zhiming sighed: "The Fairy Sect is not an evil sect. After your friend is taken away, there will definitely be no danger in life. It is probably just a disciple and learn the arts."

Xiao Bing smiled and said, "What if the one who was captured was Abbot Zhiming's parents and family?"

Abbot Zhiming shook his head and said, "As soon as you enter Buddhism, all four elements are empty. Since everything is just empty, where are my family members?"

When Xiao Bing heard Abbot Zhiming say this, he suddenly stood up and laughed, "I have been waiting for three days and three nights. If I just exchanged for the four words "Four Greats and All Empty", then I will burn your Shaolin to a fire today. So what?"

After Xiao Bing finished speaking, he walked towards the door and said, "It's okay to burn it like this Shaolin! I'll set a fire now so that everything is empty!"

The vicissitudes and wisdom of Abbot Zhiming, who was as deep as the sea, finally had a slight turbulence. As a holy land, Shaolin Temple, even though it has undergone so many dynasties and so many changes in history, no one has ever said that he would set fire to burn Shaolin Temple directly. The person in front of him wanted to set fire to the temple because he refused to do him a favor.

Abbot Zhiming was angry in his heart, and he directly stretched out his palm and grabbed Xiao Bing in the air. However, a golden force in the room formed a huge palm, like the huge palm of the Buddha Tathagata, instantly grabbed Xiao Bing's body.

Xiao Bing's body was wrapped in a huge golden palm, and then a terrifying aura burst out from Xiao Bing's body instantly. The aura of his palm was disordered, and then collapsed and dissipated into nothing.

Xiao Bing turned around and looked at Zhiming. There was no anger on his face, but he smiled and said, "Abbot Zhiming, you said that when you enter Buddhism, the four elements are empty, but I want to burn you Shaolin Temple, but you still get angry. Is this your four elements empty?"

Abbot Zhiming was stunned for a moment, then showed a little shame, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, what the donor said is very true."

Xiao Bing sighed and said, "My friend is now in the hands of the fairy's Sect. I need to save him. Do you think there is no difference between saving him or not. In the eyes of the abbot, even if his parents and family are empty, can you do what you say in your heart? I want to burn your temple, but you are like this. If I kill your family, you can ignore it? If you can't even masters like you, how can you let my friends fall into the hands of others, and your life and death are unknown?"

Abbot Zhiming sighed: "Donor Xiao Bing is a man of great wisdom. What he said to me is indeed ashamed."

Xiao Bing also clasped his hands together and recited: "Amitabha, Buddha is in your heart. You feel that you can let go of everything in this world, but the facts prove that you still cannot let go. Facing what harms you or what harms you, you are powerless to let go of your anger. Now I want to ask the abbot, I have talked with you so much, and you seem to have realized something. If I burn your temple again, will you still stop it?"

Abbot Zhiming shook his head and said, "I will stop you."

Xiao Bing smiled and said, "In this way, the abbot will think from the perspective of others. If it were you, would you let your family and friends be kidnapped? If a monk like Zhiming could not even think from the perspective of others, how could he do it? If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? The master has a profound martial arts level, but his ideological level still belongs to mortals."

Abbot Zhiming sighed: "What Xiao Bing Donor said is very much. I am still far from the realm of Buddhism."

Abbot Zhiming's tone was filled with regret. He thought for a moment, and finally sighed. Just as he was about to speak, the entire Shaolin Temple began to shake. Abbot Zhiming's face changed and he immediately rushed out of the room. Although Xiao Bing was surprised at what happened in Shaolin, he knew that it must be a major event and hurriedly followed him out.

After leaving the room, Xiao Bing clearly felt that Shaolin Temple was originally covered with righteousness, but at this moment, a very evil aura suddenly began to spread, and it spread from the depths of the ground.

Is there something hidden underground in Shaolin?

Xiao Bing chased in the direction where Abbot Zhiming went, and at this time, many people in the entire Shaolin were already alarmed, and countless people flew in the same direction.

But Abbot Zhiming flew to a cliff behind the temple, and Xiao Bing and some of Shaolin monks followed. Xiao Bing took a casual look and felt even more incredible about the background of Shaolin Temple. Among the crowd, Xiao Bing actually saw that the strength of several monks had broken through to reach the realm of breaking the void, and even saw that an elderly monk had reached the realm of half-step Tianzun. The strength of Shaolin's No. 1 master Abbot Zhiming was even higher than Xiao Bing. Even Xiao Bing could not see the depth. It can be seen that the foundation of this Shaolin Temple is indeed deep enough.

But at this moment, all these people looked solemn, and each of them showed a look of fear in their eyes. In the cliff, the evil black aura continued to spread upwards. Xiao Bing could even vaguely hear the far and deep position inside the cliff, as if there were giant beasts roaring angryly!
Chapter completed!