"As the catastrophe is coming, it is useless to hide. Only by using the Buddha's methods of subduing demons, sweep away the demon atmosphere, and restore a bright world in the world!"

In the Great Hall, Xuan Ci held a Zen Staff in his hand and erected the eleventh ceremony to the golden statue of Sakyamuni. His eyes swept towards the monks of the temple, and his Zen Staff gently tapped the ground. {3w.

choke!

A golden iron confrontation!

"Dear disciples, follow me out of the palace to meet the enemy!"

"yes!"

The Shaolin disciples answered loudly.

Xuan Ci took the lead and led the heads of each courtyard. Many monks came to the bottom of the mountain to confront each other with the Demon Sect's people. His eyes swept towards the several leaders of the Demon Sect. Even though he was mentally prepared, he could not help but frown.

Tubo national teacher Jiumozhi, Duan Yanqing, the leader of the four evil people, Murong Fu of Gusu, and Ding Chunqiu, the old monster of the stars...!

Xuan Ci had already obtained the original identities of some leaders of the Demon Sect from the information collected by all parties, but when he actually saw it, he was even more shocked. Gusu Murong Fu and Ding Chunqiu should have been subdued by the Demon Sect in the battle of Tiandal Valley. When did Jiumozhi and Duan Yanqing be taken over by the Demon Sect?

Xuan Ci secretly warned of fear, thinking about who the sacred place the Demon Sect leader was and what incredible power he possessed to intimidate these arrogant masters?

Although Xuan Ci was shocked, his face was still Gujing Bubo, and he said, "Dare you ask where the Lord of the Demon Sect is? Can you please see him?"

Ding Chunqiu smiled and said, "Child Xuanci, who are you? You are worthy of paying homage to my master! Hey, today we will purge you Shaolin, so why should you take action? It's enough for me alone!"

This old boy is proficient in flattery and after suffering from the life and death talisman, he now acts more loyal than anyone else. He is like a loyal dog under the feet of the Lord of the Demon Sect.

Xuan Ci shook her head: "I have heard of Mr. Ding's name for a long time. Although it is not the right way, I can be called a master of my generation. I didn't expect that it would be better to meet than to be famous today, which is ridiculous!"

Ding Chunqiu's eyes were cold: "After I flatten your Shaolin, you won't find it ridiculous."

Xuan Ci ignored Ding Chunqiu and turned her eyes to an old man in gray-clothed clothes beside Murong Fu, and said calmly: "Murong Bo, the old donor of Murong. You and I have been friends for many years. When you pretended to die, I did not understand your plan, and I once secretly sighed that the hero died early! I didn't expect that seeing each other today would be such a scene. The bizarre changes in life really make people sigh."

Among the many information about the Demon Sect, in addition to the Lord of the Demon Sect, a "grey old man" was the most eye-catching. After Xuan Ci analyzed the information, he also guessed the identity of this "old friend".

Murong Bo laughed: "Master Abbot, I haven't seen you for decades. Your vision is still so powerful!" He stretched out his hand and pulled it off the human skin mask on his face, revealing a elegant face.

Obviously he had revealed his verbal words, and neither Jiumozhi nor Murong Fu were at all surprised.

At this time, with Xuanci and other Shaolin monks as the center, masters of the major forces of the righteous are gathering at them. An old man with gray hair scolded: "Abbot Xuanci, why bother with these evil demons and heretics? Today is nothing more than a bloody battle. Even if the blood splatters on the spot, he will not let down the righteousness of heaven and earth."

"Sir Ruan is right, I admire you very much!" Murong Bo looked at the old man with white beard and smiled: "It just so happened that my Demon Sect came today to uphold justice and uphold justice. He came to Shaolin to repay those bloody debts!"

As soon as this said, everyone present was stunned. The old man named Ruan laughed even more angry: "You evil and heretics are worthy of talking about justice and justice? This is simply the biggest joke I have ever heard in my life."

"Is it ridiculous? If a great monk who is respected and always shows compassion as his conscience, he treats human life as a mustard, and is contaminated with the blood of thousands of women, children and children, and is a great evil person who is in trouble with the world. "Murong Bo stared at the old man surnamed Ruan: "Do you still think it's ridiculous?"

The old man surnamed Ruan angrily scolded: "Nonsense, the world is ridiculous!"

The Shaolin monks were even more furious and scolded: "Murong Bo, you, a sinister and despicable villain, have deceived you, and deceived the world. Today, you dare to slander my Shaolin reputation for thousands of years. You are truly unforgivable!"

"My thousand-year-old treasure temple in Shaolin is famous inside and outside the country, so how can I allow evil villains to blaspheme!"

"Murrong Bo, if you slander the Buddha and destroy the Buddha, you will be reduced to the eighteen levels of hell in the future and suffer all the suffering of endless disasters."

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As the monks shouted, only Xuanci's expression changed slightly and he remained silent.

"Hehe!" Duan Yanqing stared at Xuan Ci, and used his ventral language to make a creepy laugh: "It is not us who slandered the Buddha and destroyed the reputation of Shaolin, but you monks themselves, hehe! If the evidence is not conclusive, even I would not believe that the famous Zen master of great virtue was seeking fame and falsehood, which deceived the evil hypocrites of the world for decades! This hypocrite has been full of evil deeds, and has been unable to write about it. Although Duan's hands were stained with blood and killed countless people, he still had to give up the disadvantages of this person's cruel and vicious murder, and he could only give up the title of the most evil person in the world!"

A monk of the Xuan generation snorted coldly: "Do you want to slander my Shaolin reputation by saying "for a few words of 'evil', you also want to slander my Shaolin name?"

Duan Yanqing sneered, his eyes turned, and he stared at Xuanci: "Abbot Xuanci, do you also think Duan is talking crazy?"

Xuan Ci's eyebrows and eyes were lowered, and her mouth was noisy.

Many righteous martial artists saw Duan Yanqing staring at Xuan Ci and laughed strangely, but Xuan Ci was silent and could not help but feel a little shaken. Could it be that Shaolin really did something dirty and sinister?

The monk of the Xuan generation could not bear the doubts of many colleagues, and then cursed again: "Duan Yanqing, since you dare to say that the evidence is conclusive, why don't you dare to take it out? Why do you have to slander the sarcastic and false slander? I, Shaolin, have always been open and honest in my actions, and I have never felt guilty about the Buddha."

"Although you may not be ashamed of the Buddha, you have committed evil to the people of the world!" Murong Bo suddenly clapped his hands. With the crisp applause, thousands of disciples of the Demon Sect suddenly separated a wide road, and then walked out one after another!

These people have different ages, some are old, some are in their prime, and some are still young... Their identities also seem to be different, and it seems that people from all walks of life are dressed up by farmers, some are merchants, and some are children of gentry. Among them, there are very few people in the martial arts world!

This group of people walked out of the open passage of the disciples of the Demon Sect and stood in front of a group of Shaolin monks. When they looked at it, there were eight or nine hundred people.

Although their identities are different and their ages are old and young, each of them seems to have experienced hardships and pains between their eyebrows, and there is even more unresolved resentment and hatred in their eyes.

It can be seen from Shaolin, Beggars' Sect and other major forces that most of these nearly a thousand people are ordinary people, and more than 80% have no martial arts cultivation. Few of the remaining one or two percent of those who have practiced martial arts can be called masters.

Immediately, there was a fierce warrior on the right side and shouted: "What are you evil demons who mean? Are you trying to drive ordinary people to die? Despicable!"

Indignation was filled with righteous indignation, and yelling voices were heard one after another.

Murong Bo just sneered and waited until the shouts and scolds stopped, then he said, "Come on Ye Erniang!"

Upon hearing the name of "Ye Erniang", Xuan Ci's body suddenly shook and stared straight in one direction!

After a moment, Ye Erniang appeared in Xuanci's eyes and was escorted to the scene by several disciples of the Demon Sect. The nearly thousands of people seemed to be in a panic when they saw Ye Erniang. The crowd was infuriated, and everyone's eyes were filled with resentment, as if they were about to swallow Ye Erniang alive and cut into pieces!

Fortunately, there were disciples of the Demon Sect present to maintain order and block the crowd rushing up, otherwise Ye Erniang would have been torn to pieces.

Murong Bo waved his hand and said loudly: "Dear everyone, please be calm. Since Ye Erniang has been escorted here, there is no possibility of escape. Today, my Demon Sect will definitely give you justice!"

Except for a few of the masters present, they were extremely confused at this time. I wonder what the Demon Sect meant to rob Ye Erniang?

Murong Bo looked at the Shaolin monks such as Xuanci and said lightly: "Dear masters and fellow practitioners in the world, you can tell why these people hate Ye Erniang so much. It's very simple, because they are all suffering masters!" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!