Chapter 666

"Master xuanbei..." the sweeping monk pondered slightly and smiled. "That's really suitable. Please ask the abbot to pass it on."

"Yes." Xuanci respectfully saluted the sweeping monk.

Now, xuanci has nothing to say.

He knew that he was dead. Even if he Xie would let him go, he had no face to live again. Shaolin has been handed down for hundreds of years. Because of his wrong idea, he was destroyed. He is a sinner of Shaolin for thousands of years.

He has long been determined to live and die. At the moment, the only thing in his mind is to keep the last incense of Shaolin.

Xuan Bei is the most suitable person and the only one who can save Shaolin.

Xuanci whispered to a monk and went to call xuanbei.

Here, he Xie felt relieved after checking the injuries of Huang Shang and Qi Liu. They were all fine.

The surviving heroes gathered in silence and watched the field.

No one wants to continue this tragic war, but no one has forgotten how it began.

Naturally, they hate he Xie and the world society, but Shaolin hates them most.

This is also a very strange "human nature".

About half an hour later, Shaolin suddenly rang the bell. In the gloomy sound of the bell, xuanbei just walked into the main hall from the back door under the leadership of the monk just now. Behind xuanbei, there were a large group of Shaolin disciples.

As soon as these Shaolin disciples entered the hall, they were completely stunned by the bloody scene in front of them. Some even fought and fell to the ground. Others saw familiar monks or predecessors lying in a pool of blood and immediately cried and howled. For a moment, there was another mess in the hall.

Xuanbei seemed to turn a deaf ear to everything. His face was very painful and he walked slowly, as if he had exhausted all his strength at every step.

Without saying a word, he went to xuanci, folded his hands and bowed.

Xuanci's face showed the color of regret. He stopped talking for several times, but finally turned into a long sigh, just a deep salute to xuanbei.

Then xuanci turned around and quietly looked at the monks in the hall crying or at a loss, with a thick sad color on his face.

He stood as if he had completely lost his soul.

The bell rang 99 times before it stopped. The Shaolin disciples in the hall wiped away their tears, walked to xuanci and knelt down on the ground. Even xuanbei and the floor sweeping monk were no exception.

Xuanci looked around at the monks below and said in a deep voice, "monks and monks, listen to me."

All the monks opened their mouths together: "I sincerely accept the decree of the law."

"From now on, xuanbei is the 15th generation abbot of the temple. He takes over the mantle of Shaolin, carries forward the Dharma and popularizes the world." Xuanci slowly said, "when things are urgent and in power, we don't do the succession code. Since we received the keepsake of the abbots of our temple, the great ceremony has been completed."

After saying this, xuanci slowly knelt down on his knees, took off his cassock, and took out an ancient wooden fish and gold bowl from his waist. Then he said, "junior brother xuanbei, come forward."

Xuanbei got up slowly, walked forward and knelt down in front of xuanci.

Xuanci handed the three keepsakes to xuanbei one by one, and finally crawled deeply on the ground: "unworthy disciple xuanci, see the abbot."

"See Abbot!" All the monks bow down.

Xuanbei slowly got up, holding a wooden fish in one hand and a golden bowl in the other hand. He looked around, but his face showed a sad color.

He shook his head slowly, made a gesture of empty support and signaled to finish the ceremony.

"Xuanci knows that he is sinful. Please punish him." Xuanci couldn't get up and said in a compassionate voice.

Xuanbei's face was more sad. He shook his head and turned to worship the floor sweeper deeply. The floor sweeper didn't dare to neglect and hurriedly saluted back.

Xuanbei stretched out his hand and wrote in the void: "please pass it on for me."

The sweeping monk pondered slightly, then bowed down and said, "please follow the Abbot's decree."

Xuanbei also wrote, "it's not Shaolin's business. Ask the world and people."

The floor sweeper smiled happily and said, "Amitabha, I understand the Abbot's meaning."

After that, he turned around and smiled at He Xie and said, "little benefactor, please wait a long time."

"No harm." What evil way.

"Xuanci committed the five commandments of lust, killing, lying, destroying others and anger," said the sweeping monk. "According to the commandments of our temple, he should be sentenced to a five hundred stick punishment and imprisoned for 30 years. He and the benefactor have cause and effect. What if he doesn't care about it after the punishment? "

After 500 sticks, people are dead. What else do you care?

He Ye shook his head. He knew very well that if xuanci got 500 sticks before he died, Shaolin would win a lot of sympathy.

Seeing xuanci's appearance, I'm afraid this person wants to get 500 sticks, and then break his heart as in the original story.

He did this not because he felt guilty for the dead, but to restore Shaolin's vitality and reputation as much as possible.

This monk, even death is utilitarian.

"Do you remember what you said before I left?" He Xie asked with a smile.

The sweeping monk was slightly silent. He looked deeply at He Xie and sighed: "of course, I remember. In that case, please give me some advice."

"I don't deserve your advice." He Xie threw a fist slightly.

"If it weren't for Shaolin's own interests, why today's tragedy?" He Xie Lang said, "the world will kill today. I don't know how many enemies it has forged? How many lives will it affect in the future? "

He Xie said coldly: "xuanci called on all the heroes in the world to kill us and then quickly, and be relieved to destroy the world society. This is the Revenge of killing the door. I thought that not only everyone in the hall would die today, but even the ancient temple for hundreds of years would be buried together!"

The words were so murderous that everyone felt cold.

"However, heaven has the virtue of living a good life," He Xie said. "I'm not a murderous person. Since my predecessors begged, I've been good, but Shaolin, as the initiator, must learn a lesson from this!"

The sweeping monk sighed and said, "benefactor, you might as well talk about the six conditions you said before."

He Xie smiled.

"First, xuanci must die at the hands of my second brother!"

"Second, Shaolin will be closed for 50 years from today. There will be no fireworks. Only a hundred people can be left as heirs. You can't exceed this number in 50 years. The other disciples must be dismissed within three days!"

"Third, from now on, Shaolin only preaches Buddhism, does not practice martial arts, and has to swear that the disciples in the temple will never keep and practice martial arts secretly! All martial arts classics in the Sutra Pavilion must be handed over as compensation for the World Association. "

"Fourth, except for the local Shaolin Temple, all the land property deeds of Shaoshi mountain need to be handed over to compensate the world society!"

"Fifth..."

He Xie paused and smiled: "fifth, it can't be regarded as a condition. At that time, the younger generation asked."

"If you want to compete with your predecessors, you are limited to 100 moves. If you can win one or half of your moves, you can cancel one of the first four conditions."