The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 121
"Amitabha!"

Yuan Miao chanted the Buddha's name, and said in a deep voice, "Yuan Xin, do you want to be as obsessed as Yuan Hui? Give up resistance and go back to the temple with the little monk to receive the punishment."

"Leave your mother's stinky fart! Even those bald donkeys in the temple deserve to punish us. Pooh!"

The injured Yuan Hui was emotional and yelled and cursed.

Yuan Miao frowned slightly. He had a noble status, and no one inside or outside the temple would dare to disrespect him. Now that he captured two traitors, the other party made a big mistake but was still so righteous. He was naturally unhappy.

"Brother, speak carefully."

Yuan Xin stopped Yuan Hui, and said to Yuan Miao: "Junior Brother Yuan Miao, I know you have won the Abbot's true biography, and your martial arts are so high that I and Senior Brother Yuan Hui cannot match. I only hope that you will show mercy and return to the monastery." To receive the punishment, I am the only one who spared Senior Brother Yuan Hui's life, I was the mastermind of this matter, and he got involved by accident."

"Yuan Xin, isn't it just a death, what are you doing begging for mercy with this bastard?!" Yuan Hui said angrily.

Hearing this, Yuan Miao couldn't help frowning even more, he recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, and said: "You two made a big mistake, secretly killing the elder of Bodhidharma Hall, Master Kong Bei, and several disciples of Yuanzi generation, and stealing Uncle Kong Bei betrayed the monastery with his secret book and violated many monastery regulations, the young monk was ordered by the abbot to arrest the two of them and bring them back to the monastery, but he dare not show mercy."

"That thief monk Kong Bei was poisoned by me. The death of several of his disciples was caused by Junior Brother Yuan Hui trying to save me. Junior Brother Yuan Miao, can't it really be lenient and have to fight to the death?" Yuan Xin repeated Pray.

Although they are all disciples of Yuanzi generation, Yuanmiao is the direct descendant of Abbot Kongwen, who has been practicing martial arts in the temple since childhood, with extraordinary talent and profound skill, it is not something ordinary disciples like them can match.

Especially on the big river, they can't hide if they want to hide. If they want to survive, they can only depend on each other's will.

Yuan Miao still shook her head, and said in a firm tone, "The two of you knew this earlier, so why did you just arrest them and go back to the monastery with the little monk."

"I've said it all, don't beg this bald donkey!"

The wounded Yuan Hui said angrily: "This guy is the same as Kong Bei, that human-faced, animal-hearted dog. He looks dignified on the outside, but his heart is dirty and filthy. He does all kinds of evil. Shaolin Temple, I'm sorry!"

Yuan Hui insulted Shaolin Temple and herself over and over again, no matter how well-bred Yuan Miao was, she couldn't hold back anymore.

He shouted in a deep voice: "Yuan Hui, you have been speaking rudely to Shaolin and the young monk. Could it be that it is the fault of this temple that you killed people, stole martial arts, and rebelled against the temple?"

"It's really the fault of you dogs!"

Yuan Hui was not afraid of Yuan Miao's anger at all, and said, "You direct disciples enjoy offerings from above, have you ever considered the sufferings of others?"

"You know this year's catastrophe, Senior Brother Yuanxin's tenants in the entire village couldn't pay the rent of the monk's land, and they came to the door many times to pray for forgiveness, but they were beaten back by Kongbei's bald donkey, and how many people were injured?"

"You know that Kongbei's bald donkey forced those tenants to break up and sell their sons and daughters, but behind the scenes, his lay nephew is working hard to earn money?!"

"It's ridiculous, Kong Bei is a monk who not only builds a mansion at the foot of the mountain, but also raises seven or eight concubines, and senior brother Yuan Xin's parents and relatives are all forced to death, Yuan Miao, whose fault do you think?!"

After talking about it, Yuan Hui's voice was almost like a roar, and the resentment was beyond words.

Poor Yuanmiao has a high status in the temple, apart from practicing martial arts and chanting scriptures, how could she know these common things, but she was speechless for a while.

After a long while, he said: "So there is still such a reason, but the right and wrong here, we can't just invite the two young monks back to the monastery based on the two's one-sided remarks. Presumably, the elders of the Disciplinary Hall will definitely give you a satisfactory answer." Confession."

"The Hall of Discipline..."

Yuan Xin shook his head and smiled wryly, and said: "Earlier, I went to the Discipline Hall several times to expose Kong Bei's evil deeds, but I was blocked back. Later, I realized that the people in the Discipline Hall also received a lot of benefits from it. Human crimes, murder and stealing merit, according to the temple regulations, the lightest thing is to abolish martial arts and imprison for life."

Everyone on the boat was dumbfounded. It turned out that the holy land of martial arts, which has always shown mercy to others, still has such a face.

However, this is also common. It should be noted that the Shaolin Temple has been passed down for thousands of years, and the kings of all dynasties have favored it. The tens of thousands of hectares of land are all owned by the temple.

Moreover, those villagers and tenants are all inconspicuous grassroots people, which heroes are willing to offend the holy land of martial arts in the world for them, even if they are willing to stand out, how many can beat Shaolin?

Yuan Miao was silent for another moment, after thinking for a moment, he said: "The temple rules must not be violated, the order of the young monk is to bring the two back to the temple, and please don't make it difficult for the young monk."

"I said earlier that I don't need to ask him!"

Yuan Hui cursed loudly: "Senior brother, let's fight him to the death. If we have time, we will be buried with them. We are worth it if we die!"

Yuan Xin sighed helplessly, and said, "Junior Brother, really can't let Yuan Hui go?"

"Amitabha!"

Yuan Miao didn't answer, but just chanted the Buddha's name, her expression was determined, her eyes were indifferent, her attitude was self-evident.

"So, then I'll wait..."

Before he finished speaking, the man waved his hand, and immediately two poisonous needles shot out towards Yuan Miao.

This surprise is already a sneak attack, and the idle warriors are afraid that they will really get caught.

However, what they are facing is Yuanmiao, Kongwen's direct disciple, a master who has already stepped into the first-class realm!

Between lightning and flint, his figure flickered and turned into a yellow light, not only dodged the poisonous needle, but also went straight to the center of the circle to kill him!
But I can see that one of his palms is grasping in the air, the strength is fierce, quick and fierce, it is the world-renowned capture technique of Shaolin Temple, the Dragon Claw Hand!
There are many mysterious changes hidden between this claw, which has blocked all the escape routes of Yuanxin, with a frightening force, which made Yuanxin's cheek hurt.

Both are disciples of the Yuanzi generation, but the circumstances of the two parties are very different. Yuanxin Yuanhui is a few years older than Yuanmiao, so he can enter the second-rate, and his martial arts practice is even more superficial. There is no way to deal with such an exquisite dragon claw hand, and the thought of giving up resistance has already been stored in his heart.

However, at this moment, only the sound of "chi chi" piercing through the air could be heard, and Yuan Miao, who was on the verge of castration, suddenly let out a scream of "Ouch", and the person fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string. All of a sudden, I was in a panic.

However, he didn't care about his own image. Instead, he looked around and asked anxiously, "Which senior is secretly making the move?"

When everyone looked closely, they saw that this Shaolin heir had a big hole in his monk's robe at the knee, and the flesh and blood there was bruised and purple. They couldn't help being shocked:

Are there any tall people on this boat?
How dare you meddle in Shaolin Temple affairs!
Yuan Miao stared carefully at the faces of the people for a week, seeing no one answered, he said again: "The little monk is ordered by the abbot to arrest rebels, and please seniors not to interfere in Shaolin affairs."

This is to suppress people with the signboard of Shaolin Temple.

But as soon as he finished speaking, there was another 'chi chi' sound in the air, Yuan Miao let out a pained cry, and two bloodstains appeared on the corners of both sides of her mouth...

(End of this chapter)