Fantasy World Transmigration

"Buddha holds the flower, and Kasyapa smiles. With the heart as the seal, it is passed on outside the teaching." Shaolin is the place where martial arts flourishes in the world, and the rules are extremely strict, which makes people forget its other famous identity-Zen Buddhism , The ancestral home of the Han Dynasty.

Standing in front of the Shaolin Forest of Steles, Chen Ang watched these ancient stone steles. Behind him, outside the mountain gate, a large number of people from the martial arts gathered. They are all engraved by eminent Zen monks, and it is really a wonderful place.

It's a pity that these martial arts people are not as interested as Chen Ang, and have no interest in this ancient writing. Instead, they stare wide-eyed and look at the open space behind the mountain gate. Of course, it would be different if Chen Ang told them that there are many traces of martial arts left by Zen Buddhism hidden on these inconspicuous stone tablets.

Passing the Dharma with the heart seal, enlightenment and becoming a Buddha, without enough wisdom, even if the peerless martial arts are in front of you, so what? His eyes were still darkened and he couldn't read a word.

Anyone who has been in the rivers and lakes for a few days has never heard of Shaolin? Even if you are not a member of martial arts, anyone who has some knowledge should know Shaolin, because it is not only the master of martial arts, but also the ancestral home of Zen. Abbot Xuanci was known as the Arhat of Fuhu in his early years, but no matter what his prestige was, people will only remember one identity——Abbot of Shaolin.

The abbot was always respected for his martial arts excellence, but Shaolin Buddhism declined, and there was only one Shaolin who had mastered martial arts in the world. If the abbot was not good at martial arts, what face would Shaolin have, calling himself the Holy Land of martial arts. A thousand-year-old temple has risen and fallen like this.

Fortunately, this time, Shaolin didn't have to bear such a big pressure.

Because their opponents are recognized as the most terrifying and powerful masters in the martial arts for a hundred years, and they are terrifying forces that have never existed in the world.

Xixia Yipintang, Tianshan Vulture Palace, Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall, Tangmen in the middle of Shu, Wenjia time-honored brands, there are countless big or small, there are ancient famous families comparable to Shaolin, and there are also deep-rooted and long-established martial arts families. In front of the pressure, the ashes disappeared.

The three words "Forbidden Martial Hall", like Mount Tai and Beihai, weighed heavily on the hearts of everyone present.

Behind this strange monster in the martial arts world, stood an even more suffocating colossus, something that was laughed at in the past, but today everyone felt deep pressure, and I don't know who sighed.

"The imperial court!"

The martial arts heroes present, like ordinary people in the market, sighed helplessly, feeling the shadow and horror of this colossus, not only because of the majestic reputation of the central government for thousands of years, but also because of the god-like shadow behind it, now Standing in front of the forest of steles, the man who looked at the calligraphy with great interest.

Although Xuanci was followed by five hundred Shaolin monks, his scalp was still numb when facing Chen Ang. Before he could say anything, Chen Ang had turned his head and stared at the martial arts heroes present.

"Chen Benefactor, regarding the grievances between the old monk and the Murong family, the old monk has invited several famous people to prove that what the Murong family did has nothing to do with Shaolin, and we really don't know about Xianbei's restoration of the country." Xuanci said solemnly, and he Get up and let several celebrities come up, it's still Zhao Qiansun, Zhiguang and others.

Master Zhiguang looked at Chen Ang and said, "Benefactor Chen, we meet again!"

"Master Zhiguang is safe?" Chen Ang smiled.

"Sleep less, talk less, I only hope that Benefactor Chen can give me peace." Master Zhiguang clasped his hands together, bowed deeply to the heroes on the field, and said, "Benefactor Xiao, today is the day when the truth comes to light." At that time, the tragedy outside Yanmen Pass,

Make a break today! Please come out and tell the benefactor, please come out and tell the benefactor! "|

His voice echoed in the arena and could be heard dozens of miles away.

"Xiao is here!" A loud shout came from a distance, but after seeing a few ups and downs, Xiao Feng came to the front of the mountain gate, seeing him coming here, the crowds were commotion, and there were many shouts from all around: "Xiao Feng, you A thief who killed his father, mother and teacher!"

"Kill this Liao dog!"

"Big man, dare to act! It was Xiao who did it, and Xiao should bear it all by himself. It wasn't Xiao who did it. No one can pour dirty water on me! Xiao is a good man, if you dare to act, you will be rewarded." How can I dare not admit the revenge of killing my father and my mother?." He said this with awe.

When everyone saw that he was tall, broad-chested and thick-shouldered, his brows were not angry and pretentious, but he was actually calm, they muttered in their hearts: I have always heard that Qiao Feng is a straightforward person, but seeing him today, such a man, how can he be so calm? Is it a person who hides his head and shows his tail? Could it be that we are really mistaken?

"Amitabha! Everyone, please listen to what I said!" Master Zhiguang said slowly, "I believe in the death of Benefactor Xiao, Elder Xu, Qiao's couple, and Master Xuanku. Please listen slowly." Master Zhiguang said Prestige, everyone naturally believed it, and was immediately appeased, looking at the field.

"Twenty years ago, the massacre outside the Yanmen Pass was committed by the old monk." Xuanci sighed, "The old monk was deceived by others and misled what the villain said, so that the Xiao benefactor's family was innocently implicated and committed all kinds of crimes." , all belong to me!"

"What a pity!" Chen Ang sighed.

"Abbot Xuanci, it's really a pity to make an unintentional mistake!" Master Zhiguang shook his head and sighed.

"It's a pity that Abbot Xuanci has become a monk. If you go to be an official, you will be a first-rank official in the court." Chen Ang said lightly: "Abbot Xuanci might as well speak slowly, there are still many sins behind, Ye The crimes committed by Erniang and the crimes committed by Shaolin disciples, the abbot has to bear it all, I don’t know if the crime is too light, or the abbot’s shoulders are too heavy?"

Hearing this, Xuanci couldn't help shaking his body, he couldn't stand still for a while, he took a deep breath silently, closed his eyes and didn't dare to look at Chen Ang.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" the hot-tempered Xuanshi said angrily, he grabbed the Zen staff beside him, and was about to charge up, but he heard Xuanci sternly shouted: "Junior Xuanshi, stop! Nameless anger, the worst thing is a bad person's cultivation, retreat Down!"

Xuan Ci let out a long sigh: "Benefactor Chen is right, I am guilty..."

"And it's a big mistake that can't be washed clean by pouring all the water from all over the world, and it's hard to make a big mistake if you use all the iron in Kyushu! A big crime!" Chen Ang said slowly: "Buddhist precepts are different from root precepts and Mahayana precepts, but They all take killing as the first precept, and adultery as the second or third precept..."

"My Shaolin monks eliminate demons and guard the way, keep righteousness and eliminate evil. Even if I violate the precept of killing and fall into A Bi, it is out of kindness and good deeds, and it is just a benevolence. If you use this to slander the abbot, it is just ridiculous!" Xuanshi sarcastically said with angry eyes : "Even if the abbot committed murder by mistake, it's not your turn to speak!"

What he said was frank, Shaolin monks sacrificed a lot in eliminating demons and guarding Taoism, although it is a pity to kill a good person by mistake, but the heroes present did not dare to say that they did not hurt an innocent life in their life. Master Xuanci mistakenly believed in traitors and killed innocent people by mistake. Although it was a pity, it was not a heinous crime, and they all supported Xuanshi.

Master Zhiguang also said: "Abbot Xuanci is wrong, but you, the benefactor, have said too much. The abbot has long since repented, and I only wish to resolve this fate by myself. Benefactor Xiao, the old monk's life is yours. You can take it as much as you want. Under the witness of all the heroes present, you will definitely not be blamed, I only hope that this old man can quell the blood feud of your parents with his life."

"Blood for blood, blood for blood! Heroes, Xiao benefactor avenges his parents. It is only right and proper. We will have nothing to say when we die!" Zen Master Zhiguang took a step forward, exposing his bony chest, and said: "I Killing a good person by mistake is already a big mistake, if you take revenge for us, the old monk will not be able to rest in peace!"

"Repayment of karma, retribution is not good, benefactor Chen is right, old man is wrong! Benefactor Xiao, I am sorry for you!"

Zhao Qiansun also sighed, and unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his hairy chest. He handed over a sharp knife with ears and said to Xiao Feng: "I, Zhao Qiansun, have lived for decades. When I close my eyes, I can see the tragic scenes vividly. It is so calm to repay your life today, Xiaojuan, before you die, would you be willing to sing those old songs for me?"

Tan Po covered her mouth and whimpered, "Why are you doing this, why are you doing this?"

"Beyond Yanmen Pass, we were wrong. A good man dares to act. I, Zhao Qiansun, have forgotten my name all my life. From today, my name can be engraved on my grave. Xiaojuan, please engrave my name on it." Bar!"

"Who wants to engrave your name, who knows what your name is?" Tan Gong was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, he looked at Xiao Feng, then looked back at Tan Po, he didn't know what to say for a moment, and continued.

Xuan Ci opened his mouth, wanting to say something, looked at Chen Ang watching him, opened his mouth a few times, and shut his mouth a few times, with an expression of extreme struggle on his face. Two drops of muddy tears fell from the corner of his eyes, and he choked up and said, "Benefactor Chen, benefactor Chen..."

Words are already hard to tell.

Xiao Feng took the ox-eared sharp knife, looked at Zen Master Zhiguang and Zhao Qiansun, his hands trembling slightly, and asked: "When you killed my parents decades ago, today Xiao is a child of a man, to avenge them, what should I do?" Shouldn't it, should it?"

"Avenging your father is a matter of course. Donors are justified. Donor Xiao, you are supposed to enjoy family happiness and love from your loved ones. The blood debt committed by the old monk will naturally be repaid with blood. Donor, do it!" Zen Master Zhiguang closed his eyes. road.

Xiao Feng raised the sharp knife and plunged it down angrily, everyone present exclaimed in surprise, only a woman's voice was the clearest.

When everyone came back to their senses and saw Zen Master Zhiguang's stunned look, they saw that the dagger had sunk into the ground in front of him, only the handle was left outside. There are people coming and going here, and the ground is harder than bluestone, but now the dagger has no handle. As for entering, this palm strength can be called peerless.

"Could it be that Xiao Feng thinks the dagger is too sharp and wants to beat them to death with Subduing Dragon Palm?" Everyone thought to themselves.

Only A'Zhu looked at Xiao Feng with tears streaming down her face, only she knew what kind of struggle Xiao Feng had gone through in his heart.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Xiao Feng raised his head and shouted wildly, "My father didn't kill you in the past, but today, I will spare your life..." After he said one sentence, he couldn't continue.

Zhao Qiansun and Zhiguang looked down, unable to bear to look at him.

Only Chen Ang kept watching Xuanci, watching his face, from struggling to calm.

Xuanci's eyes were calm, and he looked up at Chen Ang.

"Amitabha! Good, good!" Xuan Ci put his palms together, and suddenly slapped his own celestial spirit with his backhand.