Train to Another World

Xuanci's face turned ugly. He had just asked the monks of the Shaolin Temple to remove his robes and execute him in accordance with the temple rules. This was considered as making up for his fault.

But at this time, Li Zhuoguang asked him to die, which was an outsider punishing him. Although the results were the same, the meanings were very different. Even so, Xuanci had no choice.

He had never seen the gray-robed monk at all. He was probably his uncle or master who lived in seclusion in the temple. However, his incredible internal strength cultivation was far beyond what he could match. Not only him, even those who still had martial arts skills Xuancheng also has many shortcomings.

Even such a character was easily defeated by Li Zhuoguang. If you don't do what he said, I'm afraid Shaolin will be destroyed today.

Xuanci struggled to stand up and walked tremblingly to the door of Shaolin Temple. Because the law enforcement monk had low martial arts skills and was unable to get up after being slapped away by Li Zhuoguang, Xuanci could only look at Xuanji.

"Junior brother, you are the leader of the Discipline Hall, please excuse me."

Xuanji picked up the stick on the ground with a sad and indignant face, and walked behind Xuanci. The stick was raised high, but it didn't fall down. After all, they have been brothers for decades. Even if Xuanci made a mistake, it would be difficult for him to take action.

Li Zhuoguang frowned, appeared next to Xuan Ji, kicked him out, pinched the back of Xuan Ci's neck, and lifted him up. Seeing this scene, all the monks in Shaolin Temple stared angrily.

Facing the angry looks of so many people, Li Zhuoguang didn't panic at all, and even wanted to laugh: "You are still aggrieved."

He raised his hand, lifted Xuanci's whole body up, faced the people outside the temple, and said loudly: "Shaolin monks do not engage in production and do not pay taxes. Although they claim to be outsiders, they have nothing in all four aspects, but they occupy an area! Take possession of food! Take possession of wealth!”

Li Zhuoguang turned Xuanci to face the common people whose heirs were killed by Ye Erniang, and then said: "In my opinion, you are no different from beggars. But before begging, the beggar also sang lotus flowers to entertain people, and after begging for food, Also praise the virtuous name of the almsgiver.

And what about you? What will you say? ‘My Buddha is compassionate’? Are your Mahavira Palace, Jingshe Garden, and embroidered cassocks all mailed from Lingshan?

Look at these individuals, what do you usually call them? You call them donors!

Your abbot doesn't respect the precepts and has violated the precepts of sexual intercourse, but I don't care if you do it as you wish. But he indulged his mistress and tortured and killed babies, which I couldn't bear.

Ye Erniang has been evil for more than 20 years, hasn't her bad reputation spread to Shaolin Temple? Or is it because her martial arts skills are superb, if your abbot comes to visit her, will she be raped first and then killed?

Xuanci, Xuanci, Ye Erniang is an ordinary peasant girl. Do you want to speak loudly in front of so many people, where did her martial arts come from? "

Xuanci closed his eyes tightly and said nothing. The rest of the Shaolin monks also lost their morale and did not dare to glare at Li Zhuoguang anymore. Some of the weak-willed ones already looked confused and burst into tears.

Although no one from the martial arts community who came to see the excitement spoke due to the power of Shaolin, Li Zhuoguang could clearly see that half of them had hardened their fists.

Li Zhuoguang chuckled and said, "You've already done something like this, and you still have the nerve to feel aggrieved? Since I can't do anything, I won't bother you. The victims are the masses, so let's leave it to the masses to judge."

Li Zhuoguang raised his hand and threw Xuanci in front of the group of victims, but they were all trembling and had no reaction.

Li Zhuoguang said: "The one who killed your child was his concubine. Her concubine was killed by me. Now, he will be handed over to you."

Although Li Zhuoguang said this, they all looked at Xuanci on the ground with hatred, but no one took action, but Li Zhuoguang was not in a hurry.

After a while, a shrill cry came from the crowd. A woman broke free from her husband's restraints, ran out of the crowd, fell on Xuanci, and began to beat and bite Xuanci.

The monks in the Shaolin Temple showed their unbearable expressions, but at this moment, they lacked the courage to even speak out to stop it.

Someone opened his mouth, and the people behind him let go and gathered around one after another. After a while, the muffled sound of broken bones and the sound of biting flesh came from the center of the crowd. Xuanci did not make a sound the whole time, only A trickle of blood flowed out from the feet of the crowd.

After the crowd dispersed, nothing was left except some pieces of clothing and residual hair and meat. The phrase "I wish I could eat its flesh and sleep on its skin" is sometimes not an exaggerated description.

Li Zhuoguang calmly walked into the Shaolin Temple. When he passed by the sweeping monk, the sweeping monk sat up with a dejected expression: "Shaolin Temple is a thousand-year-old temple."

Li Zhuoguang chuckled and said, "If you have a heart toward Buddha, you will never find a spiritual mountain."

No matter how the sweeping monk reacted, Li Zhuoguang walked straight into Shaolin. He didn't bother to go to the side hall. He walked along the central avenue and when he saw the golden body, he used the crimson touch to chop off the gold on it.

Although Shaolin is rich, it is not rich enough to use pure gold to shape the golden body. It is just plated with a thick layer of gold on the outside. Although there is a lot of gold, there are so many people outside that it is not enough.

Li Zhuoguang thought about it for a while, and poured a lot of gold coins out of the three-disaster gourd. This should be enough. After doing this, he turned around and went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

He worked so hard, put in effort and money, and helped Shaolin make up for his mistakes. It was not excessive at all for him, Li, to get some souvenirs.

With the help of the Three Calamity Gourds, he moved all the martial arts secrets and Buddhist classics from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. He also went out of his way to find the Surangama Sutra, but it was empty, just pure Sanskrit scriptures.

After leaving the Sutra Pavilion, he saw a monk carrying water and walking towards the back mountain. Li Zhuoguang saw that he was ugly, so he stepped forward and stopped him.

"What do you call the young monk?"

The monk put down the bucket, clasped his hands and said, "You should not be called a monk, my little monk's name is Xu Zhu."

"Oh, it's you after all."

"The young monk has never left Shaolin. Has the donor heard of the young monk?"

"I heard from other places that although your qualifications are not good, your devotion to Buddha is acceptable. It's so lively outside, why don't you join in the fun?"

Xu Zhu answered honestly: "Senior brothers said that there will be distinguished guests today, and only senior brothers with profound cultivation are qualified to go to the gate to welcome guests. By the way, how did the donor come in?"

"I am leading the way for those distinguished guests, who are getting close to your Abbot Xuanci."

"I am a visitor from afar. The mountain road in Shaoshi Mountain is rugged. This benefactor might as well come with me to the monastery to sit for a while while I go get some water to quench the benefactor's thirst."

Li Zhuoguang waved his hand: "Don't bother me. This little master is responsible for tending the vegetable garden on weekdays?"

Xu Zhu touched his bald head: "In addition to the vegetable garden, there are many things I do."

"You work hard every day, but your muscles and bones feel sore at night?"

Xu Zhu said shyly, "It's because I'm not good at my job."

"I think you are quite pleasing to the eye. I have a set of stretching exercises here. You can do them once before going to bed every day to relieve fatigue."

Xu Zhu clasped his hands together happily: "Thank you so much, donor."

Li Zhuoguang turned his back to Xu Zhu and wet the "Yi Jin Jing" with the water in his bucket, revealing the "Shen Zu Jing". Li Zhuoguang took out a pen and paper, quickly copied the "Shen Zu Jing" and handed it to Xu Zhu.

"Shenzu Jing" is not a martial arts that mainly trains legs. "Shenzu" means "with sufficient supernatural powers". It is a unique skill no less than "Yi Jin Jing". But there is an important condition for practicing this martial arts, that is, when practicing, you cannot have the idea of ​​practicing martial arts. If you ask for something, you will get nothing.

Li Zhuoguang now gave the Divine Foot Sutra to Xu Zhu just on a whim. After repairing and removing some dead branches and leaves, Shaolin could become a real Buddhism.