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Chapter 299 Reversing yin and yang, reversing life and death
Upon hearing these words, Zen Master Wuxiang shook his body, with a look of disbelief on his face.

The group of Shaolin monks behind Zen Master Wuxiang also made an uproar, and the old monk Kongchi was so angry that his veins bulged.

Even the onlookers nearby could not accept Zhang Junbao's approach.

"Zhenzhen Zhang's request is a bit too harsh.

If the Shaolin Temple really followed his request, I don’t know how many people would die!

Abbot Tianming just said that most of the Shaolin disciples were involuntarily involved in that incident, so why let them all die?

"Furthermore, Master Zhang said that he might consider teaching Shaolin Golden Elixir Martial Arts, but did not give a clear answer.

In other words, even if these Shaolin monks commit suicide, they may not be able to obtain satisfactory results.

Alas, it’s not necessary, it’s really unnecessary!
It's really not worthwhile to risk one's life for an uncertainty. I think Abbot Tianming's death was in vain this time! "

The Shaolin monk also had a hesitant look on his face as he listened to the discussion, not knowing what to do.

The monks discussed for a long time, and Zen Master Wuxiang emerged from the crowd and stood in front of Zhang Junbao.

During the argument, a monk secretly looked at Zhang Junbao's expression, but at this time, Zhang Junbao's face was expressionless, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Zhang Junbao then said calmly: "If you don't want to, I won't force you. Just take Abbot Tianming's body back to Shaolin."

After singing this Buddha's name, he sat side by side with Abbot Tianming, his breath gradually fading.

How could these Shaolin Temple monks know that Zhang Junbao seemed to be standing here listening to their discussion, but in fact his attention had already been on the chat group and he was chatting with his group friends.

Seeing Master Wuxiang die, several more of the remaining Shaolin monks came out.

Zhang Junbao watched these Shaolin monks die in front of him with an expressionless face. His eyes were like a bottomless spring, with no emotion at all.

But as a poor monk, I can only represent myself, and I cannot represent other people in Shaolin Temple. I can’t guarantee how many people are willing to make this choice like me. So in the end, whether you are willing to forgive me, Shaolin Temple, all depends on you, Master Zhang. mean.

What a sigh! If there had been no Uncle Ku Chan, if there hadn't been that ridiculous temple rule, how could everything have developed to where it is today.

In any case, if the death of the poor monk can eliminate your resentment towards the Shaolin Temple, then the poor monk is willing to sacrifice his life to be a benevolent person and eliminate the calamity. "

He put his palms up in front of his chest and softly chanted a Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the poor monk goes away."

As he spoke, Zen Master Wuxiang imitated Abbot Tianming and slapped his heart with his palm. In an instant, his face became extremely pale, like a piece of gold paper, and his originally vigorous aura became as breathless as a gossamer.

Some monks glanced at Abbot Tianming, who was sitting peacefully on the ground, with a look of determination on his face, wanting to sacrifice his life for righteousness.

Some monks looked very hesitant, as if they didn't know what to do.

These Shaolin monks remained silent. They just sang a line of Amitabha in a low voice, and then placed a palm print on their hearts.

Then the Shaolin monks and Zen Master Wuxiang gathered together and there was a fierce quarrel.

Zhang Junbao actually didn't pay attention to this good show put on by Shaolin Temple.

His expression was resolute, and he had a tragic and majestic aura: "Master Zhang, I accept your proposal.

As he spoke, Zen Master Wuxiang showed a wry smile: "If time could go back to the beginning, even if I die, I will definitely stop Uncle Master Ku.

Zen Master Wuxiang gritted his teeth and turned to look at the Shaolin monks behind him: "Brother Abbot sacrificed his life for charity. We cannot let his death be in vain. What do you think?"

In fact, this time when we came to Xiangyang City, almost all the senior officials of our Shaolin Temple had been dispatched. Except for a few old monks who had only a few years to live, all the senior officials of our Shaolin Temple who could manage things were here.

Master Jue Yuan, who was standing next to him, had a somewhat unbearable expression on his face.

Even if he firmly chooses to side with his disciples, these monks from Shaolin Temple have also been his fellow disciples for many years. Seeing these familiar fellow disciples die one after another, Master Jue Yuan feels a little uncomfortable in his heart.

He sighed longly: "Amitabha, why bother?

So what if Shaolin is not the world's Zen sect, so what if we can't find the golden elixir and martial arts. All dharmas are empty, neither born nor destroyed, neither increasing nor decreasing.

Brothers and sisters, you are in good shape! "

Zen Master Wu Se naturally saw this scene, but what was strange was that not only did he not step forward to stop him, but he stared at Zhang Junbao with a complicated expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

This time, there were thirteen people in the Shaolin Temple team that came to Xiangyang City, and seven of them committed suicide in front of Zhang Junbao.

The remaining six people chose another path.

Among them was the old monk Kongchi who was so angry in front of Zhang Junbao just now.

Zhang Junbao waited for a long time. After seeing that no one came forward, he said expressionlessly: "The rest of you, are you sure you won't die with them?"

The old monk Kongchi stared at Zhang Junbao: "Tianming and Wuxiang are stupid on their own, and I naturally don't want to follow them!
I have done nothing wrong, poor monk, so why should I pay for my own grudge against Master Zhang? "

Although the remaining monks did not speak, their faces showed recognition.

Then the old monk Kongchi continued and said: "Master Zhang, so many people have died in my Shaolin, do you think it's enough?"

Zhang Junbao smiled softly: "Since the top Shaolin officials are not dead, then naturally it is not enough!"

The old monk Kongchi’s voice was hoarse, and his voice was like the sound of dead wood rubbing against each other: “But my Shaolin, so many people have died in my Shaolin!

They all died because of your words, Master Zhang. Doesn’t Master Zhang feel a little bit guilty in his heart? "

The martial arts people who were watching couldn't help but whisper.

"Indeed, the price Shaolin paid this time was too high. Abbot Tianming and the head of Bodhidharma Hall were all Shaolin's top leaders, and the few monks who died later were also Shaolin elders. This Once in Shaolin, it really broke my muscles and bones.”

"Zhenzhen Zhang's behavior this time was a bit unkind. Shaolin Temple's apology was so sincere, I think we can almost forgive them.

Anyway, the Shaolin Temple didn't really do anything to Master Zhang at the beginning. Instead, he was suppressed by Master Zhang with a sword. "

"That's what I said, but this old monk Kongchi is too disgusting. His fellow disciples have sacrificed their lives for the continuation of Shaolin. He just wants to live in an ignoble way, but he has the nerve to oppress them in the name of these fellow disciples. Zhang Zhenren.”

"Well, I also saw that he was very unhappy. At the beginning, the old monk Kongchi looked angry and criticized Master Zhang from the moral high ground. But when it came time to sacrifice, he was greedy for life and afraid of death. It's really appropriate. A proper villain.

I dare say that if today's incident spreads to the world, this person's reputation will definitely become stinky. "

Listening to these discussions, the old monk Kongchi's face turned blue and white, but he was not willing to die for Zhang Junbao's words. After all, he thought he had done nothing wrong.

He continued to stare at Zhang Junbao with bright eyes: "Master Zhang, although I, Shaolin, am sorry for you, but we didn't really do anything to you at the beginning, and we didn't even touch a single hair of yours.

And now our Shaolin Temple has not only paid the price of the Yi Jin Jing and the Marrow Cleansing Sutra, two temple-protecting scriptures, but also killed so many eminent monks. Even the warriors in Xiangyang City feel that the price our Shaolin Temple has paid is enough, Lao Na Please ask Mr. Zhang to be open-minded and pull our Shaolin out of the Eight Buchuan, so that our Shaolin can learn Jindan Martial Arts and have a foundation to continue in this era. "

After he finished speaking, he clasped his hands together and sang a line of Amitabha, and the remaining Shaolin monks who were still alive also joined him in singing a line of Amitabha.

Zhang Junbao said calmly and calmly: "Actually, the choice you made was not wrong. To die for my words is the most unwise choice.

I tell you honestly, even if all the monks in Shaolin Temple were willing to die, I would not let go.

After all, I have already said that I will never teach Shaolin Golden Pill Martial Arts in this life, and since I have said it, I will naturally not violate the rules I have set myself. "

After hearing Zhang Junbao's words, the expression on the old monk Kongchi's face became extremely wonderful. He was both shocked and frightened, but most of all he was angry.

"Then why did you say that condition? Aren't you playing with the feelings of the monks in our Shaolin Temple!
Zhang Junbao, Zhang Junbao, you are so poisonous, you are so poisonous!
Others say you are an unparalleled hero and a living saint. I think they are wrong. You are simply a sanctimonious hypocrite!
In one sentence, you can make most of the top Shaolin officials die for you, and let the living people bear the infamy. It is such a good calculation and a vicious method! "

Hearing what the old monk Kongchi said, a knight next to him could not help but sigh.

"I didn't expect it! Master Zhang could be so vicious.

Originally I thought the Shaolin Temple deserved its punishment, but now I can't help but sympathize with the Shaolin Temple. "

But before he could finish his words, he was kicked by a young man in white beside him: "What nonsense are you talking about? Mr. Zhang is so cruel, give your mother's shit!

The Shaolin monk's intentions are obvious. He is just using his own death to create public pressure to force Zhang Zhenren to submit. You can't even see this. You have been in the world for so many years. You are really a loser.

To deal with these shameless things, Zhang Zhenren’s methods should be used!
And what if Mr. Zhang is more cruel to the Shaolin monks? He is not good enough for us.

Please touch your conscience and ask, if it were not for Zhenren Zhang, would you be able to live such a peaceful life, and would you be able to practice such wonderful martial arts as Jindan Martial Arts?

That Shaolin monk can seduce your soul away with just a few words. He is such an ungrateful piece of shit. "

After hearing the reprimand of the young knight in white, the martial arts hero was completely unable to refute and stood in a daze, daring not to speak.

However, the words of Jianghu Heroes also represent the aspirations of some people. After all, the current Shaolin Temple is really miserable. So many eminent monks died, and then all was lost.

Zhang Junbao naturally heard these discussions, but he did not pay attention to them. He even did not respond to the words of the old monk Kongchi.

He walked up to the corpses of the Shaolin monks sitting cross-legged on the ground, and stretched out his hand to touch the space in front of their corpses.

In the meantime, streaks of black and white aura emerged from Zhang Junbao's hand and kept rotating around his arm, and then turned into a yin and yang diagram, shrouding the corpses of the monks.

"You're right, I'm just playing with your Shaolin, so what?
If you are really determined to die together, then I can still take a high look at your Shaolin Temple.

It's a pity that there are differences among monks. Some people see through life and death, while some live in an ignoble existence and want to occupy the moral high ground. "

As the Yin-Yang diagram kept turning, the black and white breath caressed the corpses of these monks,

Countless stars shining like fireflies appeared out of thin air and converged on the corpses of these monks.

“But you say I’m cruel, I don’t agree with that.

The gap between life and death seems to you to be a chasm, but it is not like this to me.

Wanting to use his own death to turn into a moral shackle to force me, I have to say that Abbot Tianming had a good idea. He used life as a pawn and set up a good game. Unfortunately, he made the wrong target with this move. "

As the stars gathered together, they turned into illusory souls. The appearance of these souls was exactly the same as the corpses of the Shaolin monks sitting on the ground.

Zhang Junbao raised his hand and pushed, and these souls disappeared into the bodies of the Shaolin monks.

The two qi of yin and yang revolved around the corpses of the monks like flowing water, smoothing the gap between the soul and the corpse bit by bit according to the mysterious trajectory.

The technique he used was naturally the nine-turn resurrection technique he developed, a technique that could bring the dead back to life in seconds.

With the execution of the Nine Turns of Resurrection Technique, the corpses of the Shaolin monks that had gradually turned stiff became soft again. The dead breath gradually disappeared, and they regained their body temperature and heartbeat.

Abbot Tianming was the first to wake up. He opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes filled with confusion. He didn't know why he could still feel his heartbeat even though he was dead.

Then other Shaolin monks also woke up and turned around, their eyes full of surprise.

Zhang Junbao saw that these Shaolin monks were almost done, so he stretched out his hand, and the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram covering dozens of meters of void also disappeared.

He looked at these bewildered Shaolin monks and said calmly: "Fortunately, the way you chose to die is more dignified. A broken heart can be easily repaired.

If I had died in another way, it might have cost me a few drops of Qianyuan Rejuvenating Dew. "

Seeing Zhang Junbao's magical power, the old monk Kongchi had a look of disbelief on his face.

Although the magical power Zhang Junbao had previously displayed was also horrifying, it seemed a bit childish compared to this magical power that could reverse life and death.

"How did you do this? How could you possibly reverse life and death?

Could it be that you are really the direct immortal who came to this world, and the Buddha was reincarnated! "

Zhang Junbao looked at him with a smile on his face: "Some people can survive after death, but some people are destined to die while alive.

You Shaolin Temple came to Xiangyang City to cause trouble for me, just because you were sure that I would not really do anything to your Shaolin Temple with Master Jueyuan here.

But have you ever thought about how you people can represent the entire Shaolin Temple?

I have given you a chance, and those who are willing to die will naturally come back to life.

And those who are unwilling to die, that means you really should die. "

(End of this chapter)