Train to Another World.

Chapter 287 Souvenirs

Xuan Ci's face turned ugly. He had just asked the monks of Shaolin Temple to take off his robe and punish him according to the temple rules. This was considered as making up for his mistake.

But at this time, Li Zhuoguang asked him to die, which was a punishment imposed on him by an outsider. Although the result was the same, the meaning was very different. Even so, Xuan Ci had no choice.

He had never seen the gray-robed monk before, and he was probably his uncle or grandmaster who lived in seclusion in the temple. However, his incredible internal strength was far beyond his reach. Not only him, but even Xuan Cheng, who still had his martial arts skills, was inferior to him.

Even such a person was easily defeated by Li Zhuoguang. If he didn't do as he said, Shaolin would probably be destroyed today.

Xuan Ci struggled to stand up and trembled to the gate of Shaolin Temple. Because the law enforcement monk had low martial arts skills, he could not get up after being blown away by Li Zhuoguang. Xuan Ci could only look at Xuan Ji.

"Junior brother, you are the head of the Discipline Hall, please come."

Xuan Ji picked up the stick on the ground with a look of grief and indignation, walked behind Xuan Ci, raised the stick high, but did not drop it for a long time. After all, they were brothers for decades, so even if Xuan Ci made a mistake, it would be difficult for him to do it.

Li Zhuoguang frowned, appeared beside Xuan Ji, kicked him out, and grabbed Xuan Ci's neck and lifted him up. Seeing this scene, all the monks in Shaolin Temple glared at him.

Facing so many people's angry eyes, Li Zhuoguang was not panicked at all, and even wanted to laugh: "You guys are still feeling wronged."

He raised his hand and lifted Xuanci up. Facing the people outside the temple, he said loudly: "Shaolin monks do not engage in production and do not pay taxes. Although they claim to be outsiders and are free from the four elements, they occupy land! Occupy food! Occupy wealth!"

Li Zhuoguang turned Xuanci to face the civilians whose offspring were killed by Ye Erniang, and then said: "In my opinion, you are no different from beggars. But before begging, the beggars will sing lotus flowers to entertain people, and after getting food, they will praise the virtuous names of the donors.

What about you? What would you say? 'Buddha has mercy on me'? Your Mahavira Hall, your monastery, your embroidered robes, were they all mailed from Lingshan?

Look at these people, what do you usually call them? You call them benefactors!

Your abbot did not respect the precepts and violated the precepts of adultery, but since it was consensual, I don't care. But he indulged his mistress and abused and killed babies, which I cannot tolerate.

Ye Erniang has been doing evil for more than 20 years. Hasn't her bad reputation spread to Shaolin Temple? Or is it because her martial arts are so great that if your abbot comes to her, he will be raped and killed?
Xuanci, Xuanci, Ye Erniang was originally an ordinary peasant girl. Can you please tell me in front of so many people where she got her martial arts skills from? "

Xuanci closed his eyes tightly and said nothing. The other Shaolin monks also lost their spirit and dared not to look at Li Zhuoguang angrily. Some of the weaker ones were already confused and in tears.

Although the martial artists who came to watch the fun did not speak due to the might of Shaolin, Li Zhuoguang could clearly see that half of them were hardened and their fists were stiff.

Li Zhuoguang chuckled and said, "You still have the nerve to feel wronged after doing something like this? Since you can't do it, then I won't bother you. The victims are the masses, so let them judge."

Li Zhuoguang raised his hand and threw Xuanci in front of the group of victims, but they were all trembling and did not react.

Li Zhuoguang said, "The one who killed your child was his mistress. I have killed her. Now, I will hand her over to you for disposal."

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

After a while, a shrill cry was heard from the crowd. A woman broke free from her husband, ran out of the crowd, threw herself on Xuan Ci, and began to beat and bite Xuan Ci.

The monks of Shaolin Temple looked reluctant, but at the moment, they did not even have the courage to speak out to stop it.

Someone took the lead, and the people behind him let go and gathered around. After a while, the muffled sound of bones breaking and flesh being bitten came from the center of the crowd. Xuan Ci did not utter a word the whole time, only a trickle of blood flowed out from under the feet of the crowd.

When the crowd dispersed, nothing was left except some pieces of clothing and some hair and flesh. Sometimes, the saying "I wish I could eat their flesh and sleep on their skin" is not an exaggeration.

Li Zhuoguang walked into the Shaolin Temple leisurely. When he passed by the sweeping monk, the monk sat up with a depressed look on his face and said, "Shaolin Temple is a thousand-year-old temple." Li Zhuoguang sneered, "If you have a heart for Buddha, there is no place that is not a sacred mountain."

Without caring about the Sweeping Monk's reaction, Li Zhuoguang walked straight into Shaolin. He was too lazy to go to the side hall and walked along the central avenue. Whenever he saw the golden body, he used the Crimson Touch to scrape the gold off it.

Although Shaolin was rich, it was not rich enough to use pure gold to build the golden body. It was just plated with a thick layer of gold. Although there was a lot of gold, it was not enough to share with so many people outside.

Li Zhuoguang pondered for a while, and poured out a lot of gold coins from the Three Disasters Gourd. This should be enough. After doing this, he turned around and went to the Sutra Library.

He has worked so hard, contributed both manpower and money, and helped Shaolin make up for its mistake. It is not excessive for him, Li, to take some local specialties.

With the help of the Three Disasters Gourd, he emptied the Sutra Library of all its martial arts secrets and Buddhist classics. He also went out of his way to look for the Shurangama Sutra, but it was empty, with only simple Sanskrit scriptures.

After leaving the Sutra Library, he saw a monk carrying water and walking towards the back mountain. Li Zhuoguang saw that the monk was ugly, so he went forward to stop him.

"What's your name, little monk?"

The monk put down the bucket, clasped his hands together and said, "I am not worthy of being called a monk. My Buddhist name is Xu Zhu."

"Oh, it's you after all."

"I have never left Shaolin. Have you ever heard of me?"

"I heard from somewhere else that although you don't have the talent, you have a good heart for Buddha. It's so lively outside, why don't you join in the fun?"

Xu Zhu answered honestly: "My brothers said that a distinguished guest would come today, and only brothers with profound cultivation are qualified to go to the gate to welcome the guest. By the way, how did the donor get in?"

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

"I am a guest from afar. The road to Shaoshi Mountain is rugged. You may as well follow me to the monastery and sit for a while. I will fetch some water to quench your thirst."

Li Zhuoguang waved his hand: "Don't bother me, this young master is usually responsible for tending the vegetable garden?"

Xu Zhu touched his bald head and said, "Besides the vegetable garden, there are many other things to do."

"Do you feel sore muscles and bones at night after working so hard every day?"

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

"I think you look pretty good. I have a set of stretching exercises here. You can do them before going to bed every day to relieve fatigue."

Xu Zhu clasped his hands together in joy: "Thank you, benefactor."

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

The "Shenzu Jing" is not a martial art that mainly trains the legs. "Shenzu" means "full of supernatural powers", and it is a unique art that is no less than the "Yijin Jing". However, there is an important condition for practicing this martial art, that is, when practicing, you cannot have the idea of ​​practicing martial arts. If you seek something, you will get nothing.

Li Zhuoguang gave the Shenzu Sutra to Xu Zhu just on a whim. After removing some dead branches and leaves, can Shaolin become a true Buddhist sect?

(End of this chapter)