Heavens: Be a New Man

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Entering Zhaoti Road, and therefore visiting Daolin.

The moss accumulates in the stone niches, and the fragrance path is deep with white clouds.

This is the first time for He Xie to come to Shaolin Temple, regardless of past or present life.

Compared with Shaoshi Mountain, which has been completely commercialized in later generations, the Shaolin at this time has a secluded Zen environment, dense forests, and quite elegant scenery.

He Xie admired the beautiful scenery all the way, climbed up the steps, and was at ease.

The only fly in the ointment is that around him, dozens of monks are like enemies, and they follow him step by step, as if they are afraid that his fart will pollute the purity of Buddhism.

With these ordinary monks, He Xie doesn't care about anything.

Although he has not been able to practice in seclusion for the past month, but there is so much uproar in the rivers and lakes, how could He Xie not know what happened in the Shaolin Temple?

In fact, He Xie didn't expect the fact to be so ingenious. In this world, he really won the nickname of "Blood-handed Slaughter".

This is by no means a good name. In modern times, it would mean "murderer", "pervert" or something like that.

He Xie didn't care about these false names, but he knew very well that it was abnormal.

You know, even as despicable as "Mu Gaofeng", there is also a nickname of "Sai Beiming Camel". He is responsible for Lin Ping's cause and effect, just to save his parents and kill some people, but he is just accused of being a murderer. hat, and spread all over the world.

It is impossible to say that there is no one here to interfere!

As for who it was, he couldn't hide it from He Xie's eyes.

The Qingcheng faction can be regarded as a well-known faction, and the hundreds of martial arts practitioners killed by He Xie in the first battle of Leiyang were all at the bottom, but they were all martial arts fellows invited by Liu Zhengfeng.

He Xie killed so many decent people, naturally he can't be a hero, he can only be slaughtered with blood.

Otherwise, he would become a chivalrous man, wouldn't so many righteous people become demons?

If the title of "Blood-handed Slaughter" was barely considered logical at first, then next, He Xie kills whatever he wants, and kills Dongfang undefeated.

Even if you don't get the title of a hero, how can you still be a righteous man who abandoned the dark and turned to the light, and a prodigal son who has turned evil and returned to the right?

But He Xie is still **** slaughtered.

Although He Xie didn't want to admit it, he also tried his best to become a simple-minded young chivalrous man, but he knew that he was an old yin... what the hell.

So, what was going on here and why he couldn't take off the hat of the blood-handed slaughter, he knew clearly in his heart.

He Xie doesn't care about this title, really.

But not caring, definitely doesn't mean liking it.

No sane person would like to be called by others in a derogatory sense.

What's more, this is not a simple name at all.

In this day and age, a bad reputation basically deprives you of your "political rights".

For example, if He Xie wanted to accept an apprentice, a serious child would never worship a **** man Tu as his teacher.

If he wants to establish a sect, then this sect has already been labeled as a demon and heresy from birth.

Counting down the sects that have been labeled as demons and heretics, no matter how hard their founders work, no matter how hard they are, in the end, the sect will still become a gathering place for all kinds of villains.

Why?

Because the composition of your sect is an evil demon and a heretic, everyone speaks loudly, saying that you are, and you must be if you are not!

If you're not, then what's the point?

So, it's not a name thing.

This is Shrimp Pork Heart!

Although these decent people bullied He Xie so much, He Xie was still not angry.

Because He Xie knew in his heart, at least the decent people didn't wrong him.

He, He Bloody Rentu Xie, is here to destroy the good situation of harmony and love in martial arts!

At the mountain gate, there are eminent monks of the Shaolin Fangzi generation standing outside the gate to greet him.

Although He Xie has established his attributes as a master in the three battles, he is still a junior after all, and he is not qualified enough to let Shaolin Abbot go out in person to greet him.

In addition to the eminent monks of the Fangzi generation, there are also nearly a thousand people wearing burlap and filial piety standing on both sides of the mountain gate, staring at He Xie who is slowly approaching with hatred.

These people are the widows of the hundreds of martial arts people killed by He Xie in the Battle of Leiyang.

They welcomed He Xie's arrival in this special way.

He Xie glanced at these people, and smiled indifferently, but his evaluation of Shaolin Abbot dropped a bit in his heart.

Too petite.

"Amitabha…"

The leading white-browed monk called out a Buddha's name and bowed slightly: "Poor monk Fang Yuan, who is the first seat of the precepts hall in our temple, has seen Patron Lin, Patron Lin has come from a long way, and he has lost a long way to welcome him. He hopes to atone for his sins."

He Xie returned a salute: "Master Fang Yuan is polite."

The old monk Fang Yuan straightened up, his eyes bright and said: "Master Lin is much younger than the poor monk imagined, unfortunately, unfortunately! He was a promising young man, but he went astray, which is really embarrassing. "

The corners of He Xie's mouth twitched: "It's a pity that the master is too early. Lin is a true evil. The master said it doesn't count, even if the abbot of your temple said it doesn't count."

Fang Yuan put his hands together and said, "Justice is in the hearts of the people. It is right and wrong. People in the world have their own judgments. No one has the final say."

He Xie laughed: "So the master doesn't have to be a pity, just let the people of the world measure it slowly."

Fang Yuan chanted the Buddha's name again, looked into He Xie's eyes, pointed to the crowd of people on both sides of the road wearing linen and mourning, and asked in a deep voice, "Could it be that Lin Shizhu didn't feel any turbulence in his heart when he saw these people?"

He Xie frowned: "I was about to ask the master, is there any death in the Shaolin Temple? Why are so many people wearing burlap and filial piety? Could it be that the abbot has passed away?"

"…"

Fang Yuan's eyes widened, his face suddenly turned from white to black, and then from black to purple. The expression on his face was extremely wonderful!

"Master Lin is accumulating virtue..." Fang Yuan suppressed his anger.

But he only said half a sentence, and he was interrupted by He Xie's wave: "Master, let's build up some virtue for Shaolin! Shaolin is here to solve the problem, not to listen to your nonsense!"

"You..." Fang Yuan was extremely angry, but in the end he forcibly endured it, took a deep breath, turned his body sideways, and said solemnly, "Donor, please!"

He Xie laughed and walked forward.

At this moment, an angry roar suddenly came from the side: "The thief surnamed Lin, if you do too much injustice, you will be punished by heaven!"

This sound is like the lead wire that detonated a powder keg, and suddenly, the crowd is about to get angry!

But He Xie didn't wait for them to get angry at all. As soon as his ears moved to identify the direction, a flying needle popped out of his backhand.

Someone in the crowd suddenly screamed and flew out!

"The thief is killing!"

Someone shouted ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with a smile on He Xie's face, and another needle popped out of his fingers.

"Little Lin..."

puff!

Another one fell!

He Xie smiled and looked around, wherever his eyes passed, everyone bowed their heads!

"Master Lin, you are too..." Fang Yuan couldn't hold back his anger any longer, his aura suddenly surged, and he spoke in a deep voice.

But he still only spoke halfway, and was interrupted by He Xie.

"Master, don't be impatient," He Xie said with a warm smile, "Please Rong Lin cut down the grass first."

After a pause, He Xie looked around again for a week and said with a smile: "Who else has something to say?"