Hero Cultivation System

As soon as he finished speaking, except for a few monks who were killing madly, the others were shocked and stopped.

Five figures fell into the formation, and their sleeves flew together. A soft wall of energy was emitted, pushing a dozen disciples five meters away.

"Uncle Master!" All the warrior monks saluted together.

"Amitabha, alas! The old monk is late." The leader, Shi Dingshan, looked at the screaming monks on the ground with a sad expression on his face and even recited the Buddha's name. Several other old monks went separately to check the injuries of everyone on the ground.

"Amitabha, little benefactor, God has the virtue of good life, why are you so cruel?" The other four old monks who followed the monk Dingshan came over, all of them were very old. When he spoke, the old monk had a wrinkled face and a curved face. The small moon-like eyes had to be squeezed out from the wrinkles with great force, but they were still shining brightly when looking back.

Liang Gong smiled, as such an old guy who knows no difference between right and wrong can be seen everywhere: "Old monk, are you dim from old age or from chanting sutras? Did your eye see me doing cruel things?" As he said that, he raised his toes. , and kicked a long knife at the sole of his foot towards the old monk.

Damn, there was a burst of dog barking. If you want to protect your shortcomings, you have to think about the reputation of Shaolin. Without first finding out why these monks surrounded and killed a person near the Shaolin Temple, they blamed them for being cruel to their own disciples. This is too much. A bit biased.

The old monk grabbed the flying long knife and his hand sank slightly. His eyes widened. After careful inspection, he realized that it was actually a real guy. The other party's intention was very obvious. Hundreds of disciples and disciples held weapons and drove away the Arhat. A large formation surrounded and killed him. Since it was a life and death struggle, there was no one to blame.

They each checked several injured monks and found that they were just skin injuries with broken bones and flesh cracks. It was nothing serious. They were far from being cruel. Several other old monks glared at him before turning back. Come and stare at Liang Gong.

Monk Dingshan's face turned red: "Amitabha, Donor Liang, Junior Brother Dingyuan was anxious for a moment and spoke without hesitation. Please forgive him."

"Master Dingshan, it's nothing. Master Dingyuan cares about these masters on the ground. This is human nature, but I would like to know why so many masters in your temple are ambushing me here to kill me?" They are all Shaolin people, so we can take this loss. , anyway, I was not injured at all, but I still have to figure out the cause of the incident.

Dingshan was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that this place was not in the Shaolin Temple, nor was it a place for practicing martial arts. In addition, these weapons were all used for actual combat. They should be locked in the warehouse on weekdays and could not be used without permission. They were no different from those used by monks for performances. They are the same, so everything happens for a reason.

He looked around the crowd and found someone hiding behind him. He had some concerns in his mind, but he still said, "Xinghui, come here!" The monk who was named saw that he could not hide, so he walked out angrily.

"Tell me, why are you setting up the Arhat Formation here, and who gave you permission to open the warehouse?"

Monk Xinghui is the right-hand man of the abbot Shi Xingkong. He is actually responsible for arranging the performance activities of the monk group. If he doesn't know about it, no one will know about it.

Xinghui looked at Dingshan, then looked at Dingyuan and another old monk for help. Seeing that they were silent, he lowered his head and muttered: "Uncle, the abbot ordered us to arrive with weapons." This guards the mountain gate."

Guarding the mountain gate? This is still four or five miles away from the mountain gate. The guards of the guarding the mountain gate are coming here? Besides, there is no big enemy in the temple, why do they have to take out the murder weapon? When Dingshan heard this, he immediately knew that there was something fishy, ​​and it should be from the abbot. On the body.

"Where's the abbot?" Dingshan looked hesitant.

"Uncle Master, after the abbot assigned his disciples, he has gone down the mountain to participate in the activities held by Zhongzhou Province."

Dingshan's tone became more and more unkind: "The old monk clearly told him that there was something important in the temple, why did he go out again?"

"Uncle Master, I don't know." Xing Hui's eyes flickered, and even Liang Gong could tell there was something untrue in his words.

"Junior Brother Dingshan, there are still outsiders here, let's talk about the matters in the temple later!" Another tall and muscular old monk suddenly said.

Outsider? When Dingshan heard this, he immediately turned his back and invited several fellow apprentices out because someone suspected to be a disciple of his great uncle had appeared and all Dingshan seniors needed to verify it together. Before you could verify it, you just said "outsider" ", which directly offended people.

Dingyuan also spoke at this time: "Senior Brother Dingshan, Senior Brother Ding'an are right. If Xinghui and the others make mistakes, they will have their own monastery rules to deal with them. It is not appropriate to deal with them in front of outsiders."

Liang Gong found it even more funny when he heard this. This sentence immediately dismissed the abbot Shi Xingkong and pushed Shi Xinghui out as the scapegoat. Is Monk Xinghui willing to take the blame?

Sure enough, Xinghui immediately couldn't hide her anger and said: "Uncle Master, this is entirely the abbot's fault..."

"Shut up!" Monk Ding'an yelled.

Xinghui closed her mouth angrily, but everyone could see the unconvinced expression on her face.

"Brother Dingding, what do you say?" Dingshan turned to another old monk who had always lowered his eyebrows. Dingshan, as the supervisor of the Shaolin Temple, only he has the right to stop the abbot's inappropriate behavior and submit it to the Council of Elders for review.

Ding Ding opened his eyes and said, "Junior brother Dingshan, don't let people watch the excitement here. Why don't we talk in the reception room." After saying that, he raised his head and took a look at the three real outsiders high up on the mountain.

When he mentioned it, several old monks all raised their heads and looked towards the mountain.

Zhong Shi saw the unkind eyes of the old monks and said with a wry smile: "We have been discovered." The three of them bowed to the foot of the mountain and turned around to leave.

"Donor Liang, regarding the Arhat Formation, there must be a misunderstanding. The old monk apologizes to you. How about we come to our temple to sit together for a while?" The affirmative was obviously the leader of this group of old monks, and he affirmed continuously from the beginning. Shan didn’t say anything anymore.

Wow! You are a cunning old monk. You are worthy of the Dharma's nickname of "definition." You immediately declared it a "misunderstanding". Do you need to say it again?

Liang Gong didn't have much interest in recognizing his master, and the old monk Master didn't tell him that he wanted to return to Shaolin. However, he used the old monk Dingshan to secretly exclude Shaolin from the founding ceremony. At this time, he naturally had to save the monk Dingshan's face: "OK!"

Several people came to the reception room. This reception room can only be described as splendid with golden walls, leather sofas, and various antiques displayed on the shelves. It was dizzying to see. Dingshan had a sullen look on his face, but he did not get angry on the spot.

After dividing the host and guest and sitting down, Liang Gong carefully looked at the five Shaolin elders opposite him. All five of them were wearing yellow monk robes, but Dingshan and Dingding were only wearing coarse robes. Dingyuan, Ding'an and another one were all wearing The old monk who didn't say anything was dressed in brocade, and he immediately had a plan in his mind.

"Donor Liang, I heard from Junior Brother Dingshan that your master is an unknown monk, and that your wood-burning sword technique has been perfected. Can you please demonstrate it again and tell the master's story again?" Old monk Dingshan was sitting there. In the middle, Dingshan was sitting at the very edge. It seemed that Dingshan was the leader among the five, so Dingshan's position was quite awkward.

Liang Gong had no intention of playing the monkey trick again, but when he saw Dingshan's hopeful eyes, he sighed secretly, raised his hand and used the wood-burning sword technique, and told the story again, but this time he could add a sentence : "Master did not explain his sect, nor did he tell me to come to Shaolin to find him. Even if he is a Shaolin sect member, I think he has no intention of letting me join Shaolin."

Monk Dingyuan heard this and said angrily: "Donor Liang, what do you mean?"

Ding Ding frowned and reached out his hand to press it in displeasure. Ding Yuan immediately closed his mouth.

"Donor Liang, Junior Brother Dingyuan has had this temper since he was young. I apologize to you. Your wood-burning sword technique is based on the Marrow Cleansing Sutra. It is indeed 90% fire-proof. It is not easy. In addition, what you just used is Isn't it the magical power of Vajra Indestructibility? From a distance, the old monk seems to have become a fire."

Liang Gong nodded: "Exactly!"

"Junior brothers, what do you think?" Looking back at the other old monks, Liang Gong found it very ridiculous and almost pushed them to their feet.

Is this an interview or what? I didn’t come to Shaolin to apply for a job, and I didn’t force you to do this to scare anyone? Besides, if I are really the disciple of an unknown monk, these old monks must call me "Uncle Master" as a courtesy. "What does it mean when several nephews compete against their uncles?