Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Qin Xuan glanced at Kong Wen calmly and sat aside.

As for the great talent of the donor mentioned by the old monk, his mouth twitched slightly.

"Old monk, do you think it's not worth the price to talk with me?" Qin Xuan's voice was slightly cold.

Kong Wen shook his head hurriedly and said, "Talking with the donor, I have gained more than this. It is clear that I have accepted the donor's kindness."

Mo Qinglian on the side almost choked to death. Qin Xuan was obviously blackmailing before. It was okay for the old monk to praise the great talent. Now, he actually flatters. Is this a great monk?

Qin Xuan frowned slightly, "Well!"

He looked at the old monk. The two of them had played enough riddles. Next, they would get straight to the point.

The old monk asked him to stay and talk, naturally he had something to ask for. And Qin Xuan would naturally not help for nothing, so he took his spiritual vein and three bodhi flowers as the price.

But now it seems that the old monk's request may be more difficult than the price he asked for, so the old monk admitted that he had accepted Qin Xuan's favor.

These words were explained to Mo Qinglian by Qin Xuan later, and Mo Qinglian suddenly realized it.

However, at this time, Mo Qinglian was completely confused by the riddles of the two people.

"Donor Qin, what do you think of the current situation in China?" Kong Wen asked with a smile.

Qin Xuan was too lazy to play dumb with this old monk, and said directly: "If my estimate is correct, after this storm, China's martial arts strength will lose 60% to 70%, and the National Defense Mansion will suffer the most losses. I'm afraid it will be good if only 10% to 20% of its strength can be preserved."

"It goes without saying that the four major forces entering China will kill 800 enemies and lose 1,000 of their own. I'm afraid it will be a situation where both sides will suffer losses."

Kong Wen nodded and sighed: "That's right!"

Although he was in the mountains, he judged the situation from clues.

"Donor Qin, what do you think of the Chinese family?" Kong Wen asked again.

When talking about the Chinese family, Qin Xuan raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "A group of idiots who only know their family but not their country, what's there to see?"

He cursed all the Chinese families with these words, including the Qin family where his grandfather was, and even Mo Qinglian felt a little uncomfortable.

But he had to admit that Qin Xuan was telling the truth.

There are about 300 Chinese masters now, among which there are about 100 sword masters in the National Defense Mansion, and the rest of the masters are all in the major families, but what about now? How many of the masters who appeared in various parts of China are from the major families? How many of the dead masters are from the major families?

In the National Defense Mansion, nearly 100 sword masters died, and 70 to 80 of them were from the National Defense Mansion.

"You only know your family, but not your country. What you said is very accurate!" Kong Wen sighed, full of compassion. "The trouble of aristocratic families is the root of evil left by China since ancient times. Family is the country and the world, and family comes before country. These aristocratic families only know their family interests, but never consider the country."

Speaking of aristocratic families, Kong Wen was also helpless.

"If all three hundred Chinese masters came out when overseas masters entered China, how could the situation today be caused?" Qin Xuan said lightly, "You didn't ask me to talk about aristocratic families?"

"Of course not!" Kong Wen said, "Aristocratic families are like this, and it is not something that can be changed by one person. After the aristocratic families, I want to ask you, do you know why Hai Qing suddenly mobilized so many troops? It is clearly a matter of life and death."

Qin Xuan frowned, not knowing what the old monk was up to.

"I heard that the Qing Lord was probably hopeless to become an earthly immortal, so he risked his life and came to China for revenge." Qin Xuan said.

He didn't know much about the specifics, nor was he interested.

"So, this war is inevitable for China." The old monk lowered his head slightly and sighed, "China has shed enough blood."

"So?"

"So, I hope you can join my Pro Temple." Kong Wen looked up, his calm eyes were unusually firm.

"You want Qin Xuan to become a monk?"

Before Qin Xuan could speak, Mo Qinglian couldn't help but shout.

Kong Wen glanced at Mo Qinglian with a smile, "Don't panic, female donor, you are not becoming a monk, you are just joining my Pro Temple temporarily."

Qin Xuan frowned, he stared at Kong Wen, and his calm eyes finally showed a wave.

"Okay!"

Qin Xuan agreed, and he didn't ask anything else.

Kong Wen smiled and nodded, "There are seven bodhi flowers behind the temple, all left by every great deity in the Pu Luo Temple, and all donors can pick them."

Qin Xuan nodded, slowly stood up, and sighed: "Okay!"

He took a deep look at the smiling old monk, shook his head slightly, turned around and walked out of the house with Mo Qinglian.

Zhi Yu was still standing stupidly at the mountain gate, Qin Xuan looked up at the skyThe clouds on the sky were not happy or sad.

Mo Qinglian, who was standing aside, hesitated for a long time, then looked at Qin Xuan and said, "Qin Xuan, you are not really going to join the Pro Temple and become a monk, right?"

Mo Qinglian was very nervous, and more puzzled.

"What's the difference between joining or not?" Qin Xuan's eyes were calm and profound, and he said, "There are still people in this world who are so kind-hearted. It's a blessing for China."

"Ah?" Mo Qinglian was stunned.

After Qin Xuan walked towards the wooden houses, he wanted to take a look at the seven bodhi flowers.

"What a pity!" Qin Xuan sighed lightly, he knew that the Pro Temple was going to take action.

Kong Wen mentioned China first because he was worried about China, and then mentioned the family because he was sad. He asked him to join the Pro Temple because he wanted him to support the Pro Temple in times of crisis.

China is in trouble, the family is inactive, and if the Pro Temple does not move, I am afraid that the Chinese martial arts world will be in danger.

Therefore, this time, all the 19 monks of the Pro Temple will come out. And these 19 monks may not survive this battle, so Kongwen is waiting for someone who can continue the inheritance of Prolo Temple.

At this moment, Prolo Temple is a Buddhist holy land in China. Once there are few masters in Prolo Temple, the inheritance of this Buddhist holy land will be coveted by all the families in China, and even overseas Buddhist and Taoist factions will fight for it.

Qin Xuan sighed, he could feel Kongwen's helplessness.

"Let's go, I will stay here to practice for the next half month!" Qin Xuan said lightly, and walked behind the mountain.

When Qin Xuan's figure disappeared, Kongwen also slowly walked out of the house.

He glanced at the dilapidated houses around him, shook his head and smiled.

"Zhiyu!" Kongwen shouted, awakening Zhiyu who was still confused.

"Master!" Zhiyu was full of shame, still struggling in the Zen saying of what Buddha is.

"Well." Kong Wen looked solemn and said calmly, "In the eyes of Mr. Qin, Buddha is just a human being. That's why Mr. Qin said that Buddha is afraid and has seven emotions and six desires. In my heart, Buddha is wisdom, so I think Buddha is omnipotent."

"Everything in the world, everyone has a different Buddha in their heart. Ask yourself, what is Buddha in your heart?" Kong Wen smiled. He walked to the front of the mountain gate and looked at the demon-suppressing staff that went ten inches deep into the earth. With a slight step, the demon-suppressing staff that all the great monks of the Grandmaster Realm of the Proro Temple could not pull out broke out of the ground.

"Zhi Yu, call all your brothers and others!" Kong Wen said calmly, his majestic body standing in front of the mountain like a mountain.

"Yes!" Zhi Yu nodded and woke up all the brothers who were as still as a mountain in the house.

Then, a group of fifteen people walked out of the mountain.

One day later, a piece of news spread throughout China that fifteen monks from the Puro Temple set out together, heading eastward to the Liao border. Along the way, they subdued all the twenty-three powerful overseas warriors they met.