Chapter 207

Enter zhaoti road and visit Daolin.

Moss accumulates in the stone niche, and the fragrance path is deep with white clouds.

This is He Xie. Even if he can't get the title of a great Xia, how can he be regarded as a righteous man who abandons the dark and turns to the bright, and a prodigal son who corrects his evil?

But he Xie is still slaughtered by bloody hands.

Although he Xie doesn't want to admit it, he also tries to make himself a simple young Xia, but he knows that he is an old Yin... So what.

Therefore, he knew clearly why there were twists and turns in it and why he couldn't take off his bloody hand butcher's hat.

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

But don't care, it definitely doesn't mean you like it.

Any person with sound mind will never like others to call himself derogatory.

Moreover, this is not a simple thing to call.

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

If you want to accept disciples, the children of serious people will never worship a bloody butcher as a teacher.

If he wants to establish a sect, the sect has been labeled as evil and heretical since its birth.

Count the sects labeled as evil and heresy in the past dynasties. Even if their founders try hard and uphold justice, in the end, the sects will still become a gathering place for all kinds of villains.

Why?

Because the ingredients of your sect are evil and heresy, and people talk about gold. If you say you are, you have to be!

If you're not, how's it going?

So, this is not a name thing.

This is shrimp and pig heart!

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

Because he Xie knew in his heart that at least decent people had not wronged him.

He, he xueshou Tu Xie, is here to destroy the good situation of harmony and love in Wulin!

At the mountain gate, an eminent monk of the Shaolin generation stood outside the door to greet him.

Although he Xie established his master's attribute in the three wars, he is a junior after all. He is not qualified. Let the abbot of Shaolin go out to meet him personally.

In addition to the eminent monks of the Fang generation, there were nearly a thousand people dressed in hemp and filial piety standing on both sides of the mountain gate, staring at He Xie slowly coming with hate eyes.

These people are the widows of hundreds of Wulin people killed by He Xie in Leiyang World War I.

They used this special way to welcome he Xie.

He Xie glanced at these people and smiled with indifference, but his evaluation of the abbot of Shaolin decreased a bit.

Too mean.

"Amitabha..."

The leading white eyebrow monk gave a Buddha's horn and a slight salute: "poor monk Fang Yuan, he is the first commandment hall in our temple. I have seen benefactor Lin. benefactor Lin came all the way. He lost his welcome. I hope to make atonement."

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

The old monk Fang Yuan stood up straight, his eyes bright and said, "benefactor Lin is much younger than I thought. It's a pity, a pity! He was a young and promising young man. However, he went astray. It really makes people feel sorry. "

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

The square and the hands cling together: "fair and comfortable, it is evil, and the world has its own measure. It is not who has the final say."

He Xie laughed: "so you don't have to be a pity. Let the people all over the world measure it slowly."

Fang Yuan chanted a Buddha's name again, looked at He Xie's eyes, pointed to the people in mourning on both sides of the road, and asked in a deep voice, "did Lin Shi see these people and have no waves in his heart?"

He Xie frowned: "just about to ask the master, is there anyone dead in Shaolin Temple? Why are so many people in mourning? Is it the Abbot's death? "

“……”

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

"Benefactor Lin has accumulated virtue in his mouth..." Fang Yuan repressed his anger.

But he only said half a sentence, and was interrupted by He Xie waving: "master, please accumulate some virtue for Shaolin! Shaolin is here to solve problems, not to listen to your nonsense! "

"You..." Fang Yuan was very angry, but finally forced to bear it. He took a deep breath, leaned over and said in a deep voice: "benefactor, please!"

He Xie smiled and walked forward.

At this time, an angry roar suddenly came out: "evil thief surnamed Lin, you will be punished by heaven if you do more injustice!"

This sound was like a lead to detonate a powder keg. Suddenly, the crowd was about to get angry!

But he Xie didn't wait for them to be angry. He moved his ears, identified the correct direction, and ejected a flying needle with his backhand.

Suddenly someone screamed in the crowd and flew out!

"The evil thief killed!"

Someone shouted again.

He Xie smiled on his face, bent his fingers and ejected another needle. The person who had just opened his mouth immediately screamed and flew out again.

"Lin Xiaoer..."

Poof!

Another man!

He Xie smiled and looked around. Everyone bowed his head wherever his eyes passed!

"Benefactor Lin, you are too..." Fang Yuan could no longer contain his anger. Suddenly, his momentum soared and he spoke in a deep voice.

But he still only said half, and was interrupted by He Xie.

"Master, don't be impatient," He Xie said with a gentle smile, "please allow Lin to cut grass and remove a root first."

After a pause, he Xie looked around again and said with a smile, "who else has something to say?"