One day, two days, three days passed.
On the night of the third day, a voice suddenly came from the Shaolin Temple, "Donor Xiao Bing, please come in for a chat!"
The voice sounded old but full of vigor.
Xiao Bing stood up slowly. He took off his sunglasses and put them in his pocket. Then he walked into the temple with his hands behind his back.
At this time, Xiao Bing's breath was even stronger than before. He had been sitting here for three days and three nights in a row. Every day, he was exhibited and discussed by many tourists like a monkey. Not only did Xiao Bing not feel angry or embarrassed, but he also felt that his state of mind had improved a little. This was because Xiao Bing had never experienced these things before. Xiao Bing did not feel humiliated, nor did he feel indifferent to all these things like many supermundane masters. They even pretended that they did not hear anything.
Xiao Bing listened carefully to the discussions and the voices talking about him. Xiao Bing had never suffered such things in his life. Instead, he enjoyed it and regarded humiliation as enjoyment. He regarded being visited and browsed for three days as a precious life experience. During this period, Xiao Bing's state of mind and state of mind had improved. Although the degree of improvement was not enough to make a breakthrough, it was not a small progress.
"Martial arts really have to be learned from life." Xiao Bing secretly sighed and felt a little happy. In these three days, Xiao Bing could not feel any anger. Instead, Xiao Bing felt a little happy. The harvest of these three days was enough to make three months' worth of gains.
Xiao Bing walked into the temple. There was an eminent monk in his fifties waiting in front of him. He bowed to Xiao Bing and said, "Amitabha. Donor Xiao Bing, our abbot invites you."
Xiao Bing glanced at the eminent monk. The old monk looked kind and old, but his strength had reached the peak of Gang-strength and was only a step away from breaking the void.
Xiao Bing could not help but feel a chill in his heart. The strength of a random eminent monk was already comparable to the eight members of the Dark World Summit. The world's martial arts were indeed from Shaolin!
Xiao Bing smiled and said politely, "Thank you for leading the way, master."
The master looked at Xiao Bing in surprise. In his opinion, a person who had waited outside for three days and three nights should be full of resentment at this time. But Xiao Bing did not make him happy or angry. He was as polite as ever. The master sighed with emotion, "Amitabha. Donor Xiao Bing is not only at the level of martial arts, but also has an extraordinary temperament."
Xiao Bing smiled and said, "Master, you are too polite. How should I address you?"
"My Buddhist name is Zheng Ren."
Xiao Bing knew that the Buddhist name of the current abbot of Shaolin was Zhi Ming, and the Zheng generation should be the second generation of Shaolin disciples.
Zheng Ren took Xiao Bing to the abbot's residence and left. Xiao Bing knocked on the door and someone in the room said, "Donor Xiao Bing, please come in."
With a squeak, Xiao Bing pushed the wooden door open and walked in. He saw a white-browed old monk in a kasaya sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed. Seeing Xiao Bing come in, he gently pointed to a chair next to him and said, "Donor Xiao Bing, please take a seat. What can I do for you?"
This old monk looked calm, like an old tree, giving people a feeling of vicissitudes, withered, and with an indiscernible foundation.
Xiao Bing looked over. After making eye contact with the old monk, Xiao Bing was surprised to feel another world from his eyes. It was a world of Buddhas. Countless eminent monks around were chanting. Xiao Bing was surprised and quickly broke free from the spiritual power.
Zhi Ming said with a smile, "Donor Xiao Bing's martial arts are profound. You should be regarded as a genius of this generation. It is rare in the world."
Xiao Bing said, "Whether it is martial arts or spiritual power, the old abbot is far superior to me. If I am a sharp sword, then you are a continuous mountain."
Xiao Bing sat down on the chair. The more he looked at the abbot, the more he felt that the realm of the abbot in front of him was like the sea.
Xiao Bing said, "Abbot, this time I am here to find out the specific location of the Fairy Sect."
Zhi Ming said calmly, "We, the Shaolin Temple, have never participated in the feuds of the martial arts world. Moreover, the Fairy Sect has long been closed. They only appear once every 20 years. Even if we look back to a few hundred years ago, we, the Shaolin Temple, do not care about the world. Donor Xiao Bing, you have asked the wrong person."
Xiao Bing said, "The Fairy Sect has taken my friend."
Zhi Ming sighed and said, "The Fairy Sect is not an evil sect. After your friend was taken away, there will not be any danger to his life. I guess he was just taken in as a disciple to learn martial arts."
Xiao Bing said with a smile, "What if the person who was taken away was your parents and family?"
Abbot Zhi Ming shook his head and said: "Once I enter Buddhism, everything is empty. Since everything is empty, where would my family be?"
When Xiao Bing heard Zhi Ming's words, he suddenly stood up and laughed. "I have waited for three days and three nights. If all I get in return is the words' the world is empty ', then I will burn down your Shaolin Temple today. How about that?"
After Xiao Bing finished speaking, he walked towards the door and said, "Such a Shaolin Temple, it is fine if you burn it down! I will go and set a fire now, so that everything is empty! "
Abbot Zhi Ming's eyes, which were as deep as the sea, finally showed a trace of ripples. Shaolin Temple was a holy land. Even though it had gone through so many dynasties and changes in history, no one had ever said that they would set fire to the Shaolin Temple. Yet this person in front of him, because he refused to help him, he actually wanted to set fire to the Temple.
Zhi Ming's heart was filled with anger. He directly stretched out his hand to grab Xiao Bing. But he saw a golden power in the room forming a huge palm. It was like the giant palm of the Buddha and instantly grabbed Xiao Bing's body.
Xiao Bing's body was wrapped up by the huge golden palm. Then a terrifying aura exploded from Xiao Bing's body. The aura of the palm became chaotic for a moment, then collapsed and dissipated into nothing.
Xiao Bing turned around and looked at Zhi Ming. There was no anger on his face. Instead, there was a smile. He said, "Abbot Zhi Ming, you said that once you enter Buddhism, everything is empty. But when I want to burn down your Shaolin Temple, you are still angry. Is this what you mean by 'everything is empty'?"
Zhi Ming was stunned for a moment. Then, there was a look of shame on his face. He put his palms together and said, "Amitabha. Benefactor, you are right."
Xiao Bing sighed and said, "My friend is now in the hands of the Fairy Sect. I need to save her. You think that there is no difference whether you save her or not. In your eyes, even your parents and family are empty. But what you say, can you do it in your heart? I want to burn down your temple and you are already like this. If I kill your family, can you turn a blind eye? Even a master like you can't. How can you let my friend fall into the hands of others and die? "
Zhi Ming sighed. "Benefactor Xiao Bing is a man of great wisdom. What you said to me is indeed shameful."
Xiao Bing also put his palms together and said, "Amitabha. Buddha is in your heart. You think that you can let go of everything in this world. But reality has proven that you still can't let go. In the face of things that harm you or those around you, you can't let go of your anger even if you want to. Now, I still want to ask you. I have talked so much with you. You seem to have understood something. If I burn down your temple now, will you still stop me? "
Zhi Ming shook his head and said, "I will still stop you."
Xiao Bing said with a smile, "If that's the case, Abbot, put yourself in my shoes. If it were you, would you let your family and friends be kidnapped? If a monk like Abbot Zhi Ming can't even put himself in someone else's shoes, how can he say that if I don't go to hell, who will? Master's realm of martial arts is profound, but his realm of thinking is still that of a mortal. "
Zhi Ming said with a sigh, "Benefactor Xiao Bing is right. In terms of the realm of Buddhism, I am still too far away."
There was a tinge of regret in Zhi Ming's voice. He pondered for a moment and finally sighed. Just when he was about to speak, the entire Shaolin Temple suddenly began to shake. Zhi Ming's expression changed and he immediately rushed out of the room. Although Xiao Bing was surprised at what was happening in Shaolin, he knew that it must be something serious. He hurriedly followed him out.
Outside the room, Xiao Bing could clearly feel that the Shaolin Temple was originally shrouded in a righteous aura. But at this moment, there was suddenly a very evil aura that began to spread. And it was spreading from the depths of the ground.
Could it be that there was something hidden under the ground of Shaolin Temple?
Xiao Bing chased after Zhi Ming. At this moment, many people in the entire Shaolin Temple were alarmed and countless people flew in the same direction.
But he saw Zhi Ming flying to a cliff behind the temple. Xiao Bing and some of the monks of Shaolin also followed. Xiao Bing looked around and was even more amazed by the Shaolin Temple's foundation. Among the crowd, Xiao Bing saw that the strength of several monks had broken through to the realm of Breaking The Void. He even saw an old monk who had reached the realm of half-step Heavenly Master. And the number one master of Shaolin Temple, Zhi Ming, was even stronger than Xiao Bing. Even Xiao Bing could not see the depth of his strength. This showed that the Shaolin Temple's foundation was indeed very deep.
But at this moment, these people all had solemn expressions. Everyone's eyes revealed a look of fear. And inside the cliff, the evil black aura continued to spread. Xiao Bing could even faintly hear the angry roar of a prehistoric giant beast deep inside the cliff!
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