"Oh, you took someone else's things and you said such high-sounding words? I have seen despicable people, but I have never seen someone as despicable and shameless as you!" Xue Wuhen was indignant.
Zhang Feide also cursed loudly: "Old bald donkey, you look like this, just like what your nephew Zhu Wuwei said on that day in the competition ring in Hangzhou to recruit brides. They are all sanctimonious, hypocritical and abominable. Bah, it's really disgusting. It’s disgusting!”
After Sha Wu Neng heard this, he couldn't help but became furious and was about to explode, but he was not the one to give orders, so he had to endure it.
Master Mercy's eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent, but he still pretended to be sanctimonious and said calmly: "It is inevitable that the world does not understand me, insults me, scolds me, blames me, and hates me.
But I believe that those who are clean will be cleansed themselves, and one day, the world will understand my good intentions. At that time, those who insult me will be ashamed of their words and deeds, Amitabha! "
"Shame on you, you pig-headed, shameless old bald donkey!" Zhang Feide, who was so daring despite being surrounded by heavy siege, still cursed loudly.
The monks were shocked when they heard that the word "bald donkey" was included in his words, but Master Mercy seemed to turn a deaf ear to it. He ordered someone to take out a small knife as long as a ruler, handed it to Guan Wenchang with a kind look, and said: "Donor, for the sake of fairness, I will give it to you." I’ll give you a knife!”
Guan Wenchang took a look and saw that the knife was shaped like a dagger and was stained with rust. He, who was always gentle, couldn't help but cursed: "Old bald donkey, your knife is so small, rusty and blunt. It’s useless, isn’t this tricking me?”
Xue Wuhen and Zhang Feide and Jiang Yueqin also felt that what Master Mercy did was go too far. He took away the sharp Qinglong Yanyue Sword, but gave him a tattered knife and pretended to give it to him. It was really shameless and unreasonable!
Seeing the angry expressions of Xueguan Zhang and the others, in order to prevent them from saying unpleasant words that would tarnish his image, Master Mercy waved his hand and shouted to the monks of Luohan Hall: "Do it!"
"yes!"
Thirty-six monks agreed with a loud voice, holding long sticks and killing the four of them Xue Wuhen.
In an instant, long sticks roared, and human figures criss-crossed, like dragons and tigers leaping.
They are worthy of being the warrior monks of the Shaolin Luohan Hall. They are all well-trained and cooperate with each other in an extremely tacit understanding. They are capable of both offense and defense. They are one integrated body, rising and falling like a tide.
However, many monks are murmuring in their hearts: "We use more to defeat the less, and then take away someone else's sword. It's not like we can win with force!"
Facing the ever-changing array of Arhat sticks in Shaolin Temple, Xue Wuhen felt like an iron wall. Standing in it, facing the long sticks coming from the sky, it seemed as if he was facing a violent storm, almost invulnerable.
However, at this critical moment, as the eldest brother, he could only fight back and lead Guan, Zhang Qin'er and others to fight.
I saw his sword coming out like a rainbow, and sword shadows appeared vaguely. This was his understanding of the way of the sword, and the sword shadows he showed were only beginning to take shape.
If the sword shadow can form a substance, and the sword shadow is huge and slender, like a giant sword flying in the air, then the lethality will be greatly increased.
He once tried the Feng Yin Sword Technique, but found that it didn't work at all when the sticks were dancing in unison, so he had to use the Huashan Sword Technique and create ice and snow palm prints at the same time to compete with the Shaolin Arhat stick array.
It was getting late at this time, and the figures were floating and shadowy. The thirty-six Arhats kept changing their formations, and actually separated the Xue Wuhen brothers, and the distance became farther and farther.
Fortunately, Jiang Yueqin is always with Xue Wuhen.
More than twenty monks flew with long sticks and beat Xue Wuhen and Jiang Yueqin to the foot of the mountain. They were already out of sight of Master Mercy and Sha Wuneng. One of the monks said to Xue Wuhen: "Master Xue, We admire your character. We had no choice but to attack your brothers. Please don’t blame us.
Now that Master Mercy is not here, you can take Miss Jiang away! "
Immediately, he deliberately shouted: "Oh, Xue Wuhen actually ran away, everyone, hurry up and chase!"
The monk said, leading other monks to chase in the opposite direction of Xue Wuhen.
Seeing this scene, Xue Wuhen was quite moved. It seemed that there were reasonable people in Shaolin Temple, and not all of them were as despicable and shameless as Sha Wuneng and Master Mercy.
As a result, my views on Shaolin Temple have changed somewhat.
Looking at the retreating figures of the monks, Jiang Yueqin asked, "Brother Wuhen, what should we do now?"
Thinking of the life and death of the sworn brothers, I wonder how Guan and Zhang are doing now? Xue Wuhen said anxiously: "What else can we do? Naturally, we have found the second and third brothers. I wonder how they are doing? Is there any danger?"
Jiang Yueqin knew that they were brothers, but she also expressed her thoughts. Wen Yan comforted her: "Brother Wuhen, you don't need to be too anxious. Maybe Guan and Zhang, like us, were killed by the monks of Luohan Hall." Why did he let him go secretly? There are still good people in Shaolin Temple!"
After listening to Jiang Yueqin's words, Xue Wuhen thought: "What you said, Qin'er, makes sense. I found that on several occasions, the monks in Luohan Hall seemed to be merciful. Otherwise, I'm afraid all of us would be seriously injured, and maybe even killed." Shaolin is lost!"
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly exclaimed: "Oh, no, it will be terrible if Master Mercy catches or kills the second and third brothers!"
After that, he rushed to Shaolin to rescue Guan and Zhang.
Jiang Yueqin knew that he was in trouble at this moment, so she whispered softly: "Brother Wuhen, Master Mercy is a Shaolin monk. Killing is a great precept for monks. I don't think he would dare to kill anyone no matter what. The most they can do is catch Zhang Feide and Guan Wenchang and torture them.
So we don't have to rush into Shaolin now. It's best to quietly enter the Shaolin Temple in the dead of night and rescue Guan and Zhang. "
Immediately, he told his own method, it needed to be like this, how and how.
After hearing Jiang Yueqin's plan, Xue Wuhen's eyes suddenly lit up, like stars in the dark night, glowing with gleaming light, and she exclaimed happily: "Qin'er, you are such a weird guy, you are such a resourceful female Zhuge, you can Compared with fifth brother Zhuge Changfeng, it is shorter and longer!"
Jiang Yueqin was secretly happy, but still shyly said: "Haha, I think of your fifth brother again, but to be honest, Zhuge Changfeng is an extremely powerful person in terms of intelligence and martial arts. Compared with him, I Not even close!"
Her voice was like the sound of nature, and it sounded so sweet that Xue Wuhen almost got drunk.
Two or three hours later, after taking a short rest, Xue Jiang and the two set out again, preparing to travel to Shaolin at night to find the whereabouts of Guan and Zhang.
The original purpose of their coming to the Shaolin Temple was to settle accounts with Sha Wuneng and seek justice for the scholar's family who died tragically. How did they know that the abbot of Shaolin was in retreat and the compassionate master in charge now was actually Sha Wuneng's uncle. Their uncle and nephew were like a snake and a rat. Not only was there no place to reason, but they were driven away and beaten, and the whereabouts of Guan and Zhang were unknown. Such a result was unexpected by Xue Wuhen.
Now Xue Wuhen retreats to the next best thing and only hopes to find the two sworn brothers. As for seeking justice and seeking revenge from Sha Wu, we can only talk about it later.
At this time, Xue Jiang and the two had changed their appearance. After Jiang Yueqin's disguise, Xue Wuhen transformed into an old monk. He was wearing a bamboo hat on his head and a coat on his body. The broken cassock gives people an air of ancient vicissitudes.
At first glance, it looks like the founder of Shaolin Temple: Patriarch Bodhidharma.
Jiang Yueqin disguised herself as a little novice monk, named Jiang'er. She also wore a bamboo hat and a monk's robe, and followed "Dharma Patriarch" with a poop.
Looking at each other, Xue Wuhen and Jiang Yueqin both smiled. Jiang Yueqin imitated those monks, nodded his head and said playfully: "Jiang'er pays homage to the ancestor."
"Amitabha!"
Xue Wuhen also pretended to be the compassionate Patriarch Bodhidharma, mouthing Sanskrit sounds, and said softly: "Jiang'er, let's go to the Shaolin Temple, enlighten those stubborn and evil disciples, and give me the reputation of Shaolin!"
The little novice monk made a clear voice and said plausibly: "Master, we should clean up the door of Shaolin Temple and eradicate martial arts scum like Sha Wuneng. We must also expose the hypocrisy of Master Mercy. We cannot let their uncles and nephews continue to do evil. Harm other people and ruin my reputation as a Shaolin!"
After the ghostly Jiang Yueqin said this, she couldn't help laughing, and "Master Bodhidharma" also laughed.
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In the dark night, the towering and majestic gate of Shaolin Temple looks even more solemn and solemn.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the closed door, which woke up the gatekeeper monk in the Zen room on duty. The leader at this time was a fat monk. This monk had a nice smile. At first glance, he looked like the Maitreya who was offering a salary in the temple. Like a Buddha, he always smiles.
Therefore, the monks gave him the nickname Laughing Maitreya.
"Oh, I'm so sleepy!"
Laughing Maitreya rubbed his sleepy eyes, yawned, and said: "Who's going to knock on the door in the middle of the night? What a ghost!"
Although he complained, Xiao Maitreya's face was still full of smiles. He walked out of the Zen room with a smile and opened the door of the Shaolin Temple. Looking through the dim moonlight, he saw an old monk with wrinkles standing outside the door, and A fair and delicate little novice monk.
Although the old monk's face was full of vicissitudes of life, and his beard was as white as frost, he had a majestic demeanor, and his eyes were shining brightly when he opened and closed them. He was obviously not an ordinary person.
When Xiao Maitreya saw the old monk at first sight, his eyes suddenly lit up and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Huh?...Da...Dharma Patriarch?"
Laughing Maitreya's voice was trembling, and his body was like sifting chaff. He fell to his knees on the ground, knelt down and kowtowed like a chicken pecking at rice. While kowtowing, he murmured: "A... Ami... Buddha, my brother... I pay my respects." Grandmaster!"
Needless to say, the old monk and young novice monk who looked like Patriarch Bodhidharma outside the door were faked by Xue Wuhen and Jiang Yueqin.
In fact, Patriarch Bodhidharma has passed away long ago, and I don’t know how many years he has been dead. However, because the figure of Patriarch Bodhidharma that Xue Wuhen pretended to be is so lifelike, it is almost exactly the same as the statue of Patriarch Bodhidharma enshrined in the Shaolin Temple, and it was also in the misty night. Everything around him was hazy and shadowy. In such an environment, it was easy to have all kinds of inexplicable hallucinations. That's why Xiao Maitreya mistakenly thought that Xue Wuhen was the Patriarch of Bodhidharma and knelt down to worship him.
