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The lowest strength of the hundred stick monks who rushed down also has a cultivation close to the third grade, and if the tiger roars in the mountains and forests, it is a world of difference compared to a few months ago, and the foundation of the Shaolin Temple has advanced by leaps and bounds unconsciously.

"Whoever makes trouble in Shaolin Temple can be arrested lightly!"

The thunderous roar of the clay kettle resounded for several miles, shaking the eardrums of countless people below, and a strong body fell from the sky and fell more than ten meters away from the little monk of Mingyuan.

The ground shook heavily twice because of this person, and the height of nearly two and a half meters was prohibitive, this was no longer the altitude of ordinary people in the Great Qianguo, similar to the barbarians.

The eyes of the little monk of Mingyuan were dripping and rolling on this brain door monk, the other party was huge, but he was dexterous, and his strength was definitely far superior to that of his peers.

"The Vajra spiritual vein, it's amazing! Born with divine power, flexible as an ape, tsk, I actually recruited such a good seedling, great goodness, great goodness!"

The Vajra Spirit Vein is a kind of innate physical cultivation, although it is a few points worse than the legendary Golden Muscle and Jade Bone, but it is many times stronger than those so-called martial arts geniuses.

If a person with such qualifications has a pure heart, he is simply born with the Dharma Vajra, and as long as he does not fall, he will definitely be qualified to attain the realm of self-consciousness in the future.

After beating the two culprits, most of the previous anger had already dissipated, and seeing such a good seedling of martial arts, a sunny smile bloomed on the face of the little monk of Ming Yuan.

The big monk held the demon pestle, and after scanning around, he saw the monk Huiyuan dozens of meters away, and the blood on the ground made him frown slightly, and he was also surprised who would deal with the people from the Mahayana Temple with such a ruthless hand.

"Uncle Huineng, you're here, Uncle Huiyuan was seriously injured by the gangsters, you have to be the master, it's him, it's the little monk, take it down quickly!"

Among the group of monks who had followed Monk Huiyuan before, a person threw himself at Huineng's feet with tears and snot on his face, crying about the atrocities of the little monk Mingyuan.

Hundreds of stick monks arrived one by one, looked around and did not see the so-called enemy, and at the moment they were quite surprised who rang the Huilong bell, one or nine times.

Seeing this, Huineng raised his eyebrows, a little disgusted with this person's style, but asked in a deep voice: "Nephew of the Heart Illusion, what's the matter, who rang the Huilong Bell?"

Seeing that there were many Shaolin stick monks coming, he was full of confidence, and he added fuel and vinegar to tell the story of the previous Mingyuan little monk slapping Huiyuan and Sun Jia'er.

"In this way, it's not that some big enemy has entered the mountain gate, but that Huineng has been bullied and directly rings the Huilong bell?"

The illusion monk nodded, at the moment, those stick monks were quite displeased, and their personal grievances directly stirred up everyone in the Shaolin Temple to be unpeaceful, and only this kind of strange thing like Huiyuan would be like this.

The surrounding people and people in the rivers and lakes were indignant, but it was not good to stand up and say more, although those stick monks had a righteous face, but since they were involved in their own temples, they must be towards their own people.

The great monk Huineng fixed his eyes on Mingyuan's body, surprised by the other party's youth, but his aura was restrained, like an ordinary person, and even he couldn't see through it.

"Donor, I don't know why I want to beat the deacon of the temple to lead the house, please give me an explanation! Amitabha!"

The little monk of Mingyuan saw that Huineng did not directly attack himself to take it down, his heart bowed slightly, he was not arrogant or impatient, he was not confused by the illusion in front of him, his mind was not low, and he was worthy of this spiritual vein.

"He should be beaten! Accept incense privately, sell the assessment quota of Shaolin Temple with money, and according to the temple rules, he should be punished with a cane of fifty, and he will be locked up until he thinks about the cliff wall for half a year. ”

"That's fine, people donated incense, but because of a few words from the rabbit cub of the Sun family, they directly cut off the qualifications of others, because they don't believe it, and they should be expelled from the door wall according to the temple rules!"

The little monk Mingyuan looked directly at Monk Huineng with his eyes, and asked word by word: "How can this kind of unkind and unrighteous thing become the deacon of the Shaolin Temple, is it possible that many of the first Shaolin seats are blind?"

Monk Huineng was shocked by the question, and then his mouth was full of bitterness, but after all, this was not something that he could control as a monk of the Hui generation.

"Bold! A mountain monk dared to scold me as the first seat of the Shaolin Temple, who gave you this courage!"

The illusory monk who was still snotty was happy in his heart, the more presumptuous the little monk Mingyuan was, the faster he would die in his heart, even if Huineng had the heart to downplay this matter, he couldn't help it.

Everyone present was shocked by the sonorous words of the little monk Mingyuan, those stick monks were a little commotionous, and some of them changed their faces after seeing the forehead of the little monk Mingyuan clearly.

Immediately, four of the first batch of stick monks to join Shaolin stepped forward, two of them held ebony sticks and forked the heart illusion monk, and threw him to the ground, while the other two crossed their sticks and pressed him to the ground.

The illusion monk was disgraced, and his face was full of puzzlement, why did these stick monks detain him on the ground, isn't it the opposite?

Monk Huineng was also unclear, and was just about to ask a question, but he was pulled to his knees by Monk Huiren, who was of the same generation among the warrior monks.

"Bastard, who gave you the guts to dare to ask such a question to my Shaolin Temple seniors!"

Monk Huiren angrily reprimanded his heart, and sweat slipped down his forehead, but his eyes were moist, his voice was choked, and he cried with joy.

"Huineng and all the junior brothers, nephews and nephews see the little ancestor, the ancestor Wan'an!"

A large group of warrior monks all reacted, knelt on their knees in unison, and kowtowed to the little monk Mingyuan.

"See Mingyuan Little Master!"

Poof!

The first virtuous monk of the Receiving Courtyard, who had just stepped out of the gate of the Receiving Courtyard, was shocked, his face was pale, and his knees fell to the ground instantly, not daring to raise his head.

Does Shaolin Temple have such a person?

The onlookers and martial arts people and people were dumbfounded, how could they have ever seen the official disciples of the Shaolin Temple behave like this, which simply subverted their impression of the Shaolin Temple in recent days.

The little monk Mingyuan shook his monk's robe, his face became ancient, he paced forward and stopped in front of Huiren.

Monk Huiren is one of the twelve demon stick monks of Shaolin Temple, with a good status, he is the old man of Shaolin Temple, and he raised his head and showed surprise.

"Master, you're back, the big guy is looking for you so hard!"

Waving his hand slightly, the little monk Mingyuan sighed, this time the decisive battle with Taihua can be regarded as nine deaths, without the words of Hou Dongchang, the owner of Huoyun Island, he is probably also feeding the fish.

"Get up, Shaolin Temple is now stirring up a miasma, everything that has happened these days has been told to me 1510, I want to see who has caused Shaolin Temple to be like this. ”

Huineng and the other big monks were shocked, and they heard the sonorous killing in the tone of the little monk Mingyuan, obviously this little ancestor who had been missing for several months and rumored to be unknown to life and death was going to face up to those few as soon as he came back!

Monk Huiren didn't dare to hide it, and got up and told the little monk Mingyuan in detail about the changes in Shaolin Temple these days.

He knew that the strength of the little monk of Mingyuan was terrifying, and the abbot of the thousand-handed holy monk of Shaolin Temple respected this little brother very much, which can show that he was far from the emperor of Shaolin, and no one could shake it.

The sun in the sky was close to the other side of the col, and before I knew it, the time was approaching dusk.

The face of the little monk Mingyuan, who had been for an hour, became more and more gloomy, and then the corners of his mouth were upturned, not hiding his cold and murderous aura at all.

"Okay! Very good! When the deity was away, the thieves and monks of the Mahayana Temple were able to ride on the heads of my disciples and grandchildren. Come on, blame the heart illusion staff for a hundred and drive it out of the Shaolin Temple!"

When the little monk Mingyuan said this, hundreds of Shaolin stick monks seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and directly set up the illusion monk and dragged him to the inner courtyard to carry out the cane punishment.

The terrible howl could be heard from afar, and the people watching from afar and those people in the rivers and lakes applauded, and many people even cried with joy.

The eyes of the two peasant boys who were kept by the little monk Mingyuan were glowing with blazing light, even the middle-aged dart master who had suffered from the wind and frost was swallowing his saliva, it was hard to imagine that this little monk who shot halfway had such a noble identity.

It is rumored that the Shaolin Temple is above the master of the round wheel, and there is an extremely mysterious predecessor, and only the important people above the disciples of the Shaolin inner sect know the identity of this one.

But no one would have thought that the Shaolin senior, who was still above the 'Thousand Hands Holy Buddha', would be so young, only the age of Double Ten, but the Buddha light that shrouded his body stimulated others to open their eyes.

After a while, the dead dog-like heart illusion was dragged out, and a blood line slid along the road, and the whole person had lost his human form, and there was no trace of arrogance under the skin and flesh.

"Shaolin Temple can only be Shaolin Temple! Expelle the heart illusion from Shaolin, but all the monks of the Mahayana Temple who are in trouble in Shaolin will be expelled, as for the so-called holy monks of the Mahayana Temple, if there is something to do, you can directly come to the deity. ”

Many monks suddenly agreed, especially Huiren and other old people of Shaolin Temple, all of them were full of glory, as the inner disciples of Shaolin Temple, he knew the determination of this little master to say everything.

As long as there is this little master in charge, even the holy monk envoy of the Mahayana Temple will not be able to make many waves, and the presiding abbot will unswervingly support the little master.

In front of the presiding abbot with the strength of a grandmaster-level king, even the Crouching Tiger Panlong of the Mahayana Temple had to lie quietly on his stomach.

Just when the stick monk was thinking about giving him up from the Shaolin Temple, a terrifying thunder sound came, shaking his eardrums.

"Leave people under the staff! Who dares to scold my disciples of the Mahayana Temple with the staff!"

In the distance, a figure smashed down from the sky furiously, and the terrifying momentum of the super-first-class peak weighed on the hearts of most of the people present.

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