Chapter 60: This monk Xu Zhu is willing to seek death to thank the world!

"Why are you all looking at me? My face didn't grow flowers. You should look at Shenshan Shangren!" Zhuang Buran's mouth had a playful look:

"Look, the 'Pumen Staff Technique' just hit can be said to have reached the realm of perfection, and it will definitely be able to hit the thief who dares to steal martial arts."

"And this 'Fifty-one Moves Demon Subduing Sword', which matches the Zhou Tian star number, each move contains the majesty of the Buddhist Vajra angry eyes, and the whole set of sword momentum is like a river rolling back, moves linked to each other, deeply obtaining the four words of fierce and righteous path."

I saw Shenshan Shangren finish the sword technique, casually inserted the long staff into the floor of the hall, operated the thick internal energy practiced by the 'Heart Intent Qi Primordial Chaos Art', and hit a set of fist techniques that were fast and accurate when attacking, airtight when defending, agile in body method, and fierce in action.

"Good skill, as expected of the 'Heart Intent Qi Primordial Chaos Art' that practices both internal and external." The young monk praised regardless of others:

"No wonder Shenshan Shangren is so old and strong, it turns out that the mixed energy skill practiced has reached perfection, and this 'Tiger Subduing Fist', it also looks good."

"Each move and style, seemingly rough and actually fine, changes subtly, and the fist force is also fierce!"

Shenyin Dashi heard his praise like a person watching a street performer, and could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and said coldly:

"Is this the way Shaolin Temple treats guests? What a pillar of the martial arts world!"

"Xu Zhu!" Xuanci Fangzhang opened his mouth.

With a "bang" sound, Shenshan Shangren seemed to fall to the ground exhausted. Shenyin Dashi hurriedly stepped forward. Seeing his senior brother's face pale, his complexion looked like he had aged dozens of years, he couldn't help but hold his pulse, his expression changed drastically, and he said angrily to the young monk:

"Monster, you are so ruthless and heartless, abolishing people's dantian qi sea."

Zhuang Buran showed confusion:

"Shenshan Shangren is old and deep, and he doesn't take his muscles and bones as his ability, which leads to errors in the internal qi, which inevitably leads to deviation, and his martial arts are exhausted. What does this have to do with this monk?"

"There are so many pairs of eyes in the hall watching, this monk has been watching from the sidelines from beginning to end, Master, don't confuse black and white here."

"Cruel and ruthless, unscrupulous." Shenyin Dashi showed a sudden realization and said:

"You are the demon monk Xu Zhu!"

"Sigh, the Master has been a monk for many years, how can his Buddhist cultivation be shallower than this monk? Could it be that he doesn't know what oral karma is?"

The young monk sighed, his divine intent moved and strength was born, and a vast force instantly knocked Shenyin Dashi to the ground, vomiting blood, his breath like a candle in the wind, as if he would die on the spot in a while.

"Xu Zhu, how long are you going to be willful." Xuanci Fangzhang frowned deeply:

"It seems that you do possess unfathomable martial arts. The tragedy of Tianlong Temple was really done by you."

The young monk chuckled:

"Shenshan Shangren is seventy or eighty years old, relying on his martial arts, greed is deep in his bones, and Shenyin Dashi does not cultivate his mouth, naturally causing disaster. This is the cycle of cause and effect that is the common way of our Buddhism."

"As for Tianlong Temple, this monk feels that they should be grateful."

"The Tibetan National Master coveted the 'Six Meridian Divine Sword', visiting in name, but actually threatening to rob."

"This monk not only helped Tianlong Temple solve the siege, but also thought that if there is a first person who wants to rob divine skills, there will inevitably be a second or third one. If it continues, isn't it a child holding gold in a busy city?"

"For the sake of all the monks in Tianlong Temple to have a place for clear cultivation, if I don't go to hell, who goes to hell, I had to abolish their meridians and disperse their true qi."

"In this way, as long as Tianlong Temple is not stupid, it will burn the 'Six Meridian Divine Sword', and from then on, it will be able to stay away from the martial arts world and get free and quiet."

Zhuang Buran said, the suspicion on his face became stronger:

"This monk is clearly well-intentioned, and after thinking about it, it should be deeply compassionate. Why did the martial arts world give me the name of a demon monk."

"I lost my way, and in order to make the high monks of Tianlong Temple feel better, I lied and said that I had the heart to weigh the world, just to prevent them from having the idea of being partial."

Everyone heard this, and they all had an incomparably complex psychology toward this young monk with an extremely good skin, and they didn't know what to say, so they could only say that there was no wrong nickname in the world.

The head of the Discipline Hall, Xuanji, said solemnly:

"Xu Zhu, do you know that because of your unscrupulousness, Kurong Dashi, the highest generation of Tianlong Temple, passed away that night."

"For our Buddhist sect, passing away is not only the end of so-called life, but also an opportunity to transcend the cycle of life and death." The young monk put his hands together and said with a straight face:

"Our practice is to get rid of the attachment to desire and the fear of life and death, reach the liberation of the soul, and realize eternal silence and peace. In short, it is only for the liberation of the cycle of life and death."

"Hearing that Kurong Dashi passed away that night, this monk is honored, just a slight help, no need for Tianlong Temple to thank."

"You..." Xuanji felt speechless.

Master Guanxin of Daxiangguo Temple chanted the Buddha's name:

"Amitabha, you said it so lightly. If the matter of passing away happened to you, what would you do?"

"'The Great Buddha Top Head Lengyan Sutra' says, the beginning and the end are formed, life and death follow each other, life and death, death and life, life and death, life and death, like a rotating fire wheel, without rest. How to solve it?"

The young monk talked to himself:

"People have death because of life, death and rebirth, life and death, death and rebirth, like a circular fire wheel, rotating endlessly, difficult to distinguish between beginning and end."

"Therefore, to this monk, life and death are as normal as spring going and autumn coming, the sun rising and the moon falling. When it is time to pass away, it is nothing more than death when it should be death."

Master Daoqing of Pudu Temple, who has always been broad-minded, couldn't help but say:

"Little Master, you have both demonic nature and Buddha nature. It is said that one thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon. I hope you will keep the precepts and endure humiliation, practice good and do good, and you will definitely become a high monk in the future."

The young monk said rather helplessly:

"Keeping precepts is to prevent all evil acts, actively do good, and benefit all living beings. Enduring humiliation is for the benefit of all living beings, regardless of personal gains and losses, calmly facing suffering, and firming the determination to save all living beings."

"And practicing good and doing good is really too difficult for this monk."

"Since I was born, I felt that all living beings have nothing to do with me. They love to die or not, what does it have to do with me? So much so that what I think about all day is how to maintain the freedom I want without racking my brains to practice."

Suddenly, the hall was terribly quiet.

Everyone looked at the young monk with more and more inexplicable eyes, just feeling that such a freak, how did he become a monk for more than twenty years.

"Xu Zhu, do you still think you are a Shaolin disciple?" Xuanci Fangzhang said sternly.

Zhuang Buran chuckled:

"In this world, this monk is only accustomed to the identity of a monk, not accustomed to being a monk in Shaolin Temple."

"So, you want to expel yourself from Shaolin." Xuanci Fangzhang said word by word.

"It doesn't matter how you understand it." The young monk raised his eyebrows:

"Anyway, it's time, those people should be here. This time I returned to the mountain, I just wanted to sweep away the dust in my heart."

Just as everyone was confused, several monks hurried into the hall, all holding a large stack of name cards in their hands, one of whom said: 【60-60

"Reporting to the Abbot, heroes from Heishuo, Huainan, the two lakes, Jiangnan, and Sichuan-Shaanxi have come to pay their respects. The Beggar Sect, Xingxiu Sect, and the Dali Duan Clan have also arrived."

Zhuang Buran's eyes shifted, sweeping outward, and his indifferent voice spread far and wide inside and outside the temple.

"The Gusu Murong Clan is now extinct; that was the monk's doing."

"The so-called Southern Murong has been turned into a pile of minced meat by the monk's hands. If Murong Bo wants to avenge his beloved son and vent the resentment of never being able to restore his kingdom, he may come."

"Xiao Yuanshan, do you want to come and appreciate a few father-son grudges? I guarantee it will be extremely satisfying for you."

"As for the Dali Duan Clan, today the monk is here on Mount Shaoshi, waiting for you to settle the score."

"By the way, not long ago, the monk sent a woman named Azi to the afterlife. I heard her father is the Dali Prince of Zhennan, her brother-in-law is Xiao Feng, and she was on good terms with the current Beggar Sect Leader."

A piercing, loud laugh vibrated through the sky above Shaolin Temple.

"Hahaha, come, come!"

"The monk Xu Zhu... wishes to seek death to apologize to the world!"

(End of chapter)