Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

Chapter 88 A Thousand Causes and Effects, All Return to Myself? Heroes Slaughter Shaolin!

"Killing is done by the knife, evil arises from the heart; how can it be attributed to this old monk?"

Seeing that Wei Wu was trying to shift the blame onto himself, Xin Hu also offered a righteous and eloquent defense. However, seeing that Wei Wu showed little interest, he immediately said, "Regarding today's matter, Shaolin Temple is willing to accept defeat. May I ask, Benefactor Wei, how are you willing to back down?"

Three things.

Wei Wu slid his black sword into the scabbard at Bai Tianyu's waist. "I'm not used to your sword, so I'll return it to you."

He stood up and said, "The first thing is that Shaolin Temple will be closed from now on. You can only reopen the temple gates when I am no longer in the martial arts world."

Xinhu frowned, "What about those ordinary pilgrims—"

"If the old monk doesn't understand the meaning of closing the mountain, then let's find an abbot who can understand."

Xinzhu leaned close to Xinhu and whispered, "Abbot, as long as the green hills remain, there's always firewood to burn!"

Xinhu could only nod. "This humble monk will recall all Shaolin disciples who are traveling abroad today. Starting tomorrow, Shaolin will be closed for fifty years. What do you say?"

"Can."

Surprisingly, Wei Wu agreed readily, without making any fuss about the "fifty years" timeframe.

He immediately stated the second matter: "All martial arts manuals in the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion must be sent to the foot of the mountain today, and no more martial arts manuals may remain in the Shaolin Temple."

Xinhu did not hesitate this time and said, "Amitabha, Shaolin Temple is a place of ancient Buddhas and green lamps, Buddhist scriptures are the foundation, martial arts are just external things. Since you are willing to take them, I will definitely deliver them to the foot of the mountain before evening."

Seeing this, Wei Wu clicked his tongue and continued, "Since we no longer have martial arts skills, there's no point in asking for those rare and precious materials that can aid in cultivation. Just send them out along with the martial arts skills."

When the mountain was put on hold, Xinhu hesitated.

When discussing martial arts, Xinhu remained completely indifferent;

But when it came to rare and precious herbs, Xin Hu reacted fiercely, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, resolutely and decisively declaring, "That's absolutely impossible!"

The mountain will eventually reopen after being closed, and there will be a time to collect martial arts techniques, but once the rare and precious materials are gone, they are truly gone forever.

"oh."

Wei Wu chuckled softly, a laugh that was somewhat eerie.

"Then how about this," he paused, then his voice suddenly rose, "you may take whatever you fancy. No matter who you kill, just say it was Wei Wu who killed them. No matter how much you steal, just say it was Wei Wu who stole it!"

In Buddhist terms, "All causes and effects ultimately return to oneself."

"For today only, and only within the Shaolin Temple."

A cold wind blew through the forest of Beishan, and the lingering smell of blood filled the air. The raindrops dripping down the mountain could not mask the sounds of people swallowing their saliva.

Xinhu's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously looked towards the Stele Forest.

Where was anyone in that mountain of steles? There were only hungry wolves with their eyes gleaming red!

He raised his hand as if to speak.

Wei Wu burst into laughter, his long, glossy black hair whipping up like flames, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light, like lightning. He spread his arms and uttered a voice that sounded almost demonic: "I'm ready. What are you waiting for?"

Whizzing!

A rustling sound came from the woods, and two figures hastily tore strips of cloth from their sleeves and wrapped them around their faces before rushing toward the Shaolin Temple.

The rest of the group, like athletes poised to start on a racetrack receiving the referee's signal gun, shot off like arrows through the forest of Beishan, heading straight for Shaolin Temple.

With eyes wide with fury, Xinhu recognized the two who had set off first: Ding Chengfeng from the Ding family and Zhang Su from the Zhang family!

good good!

If Shaolin survives this calamity, we'll first destroy the ancestral graves of your two families!

Xinhu's eyes were bloodshot, almost bursting with Samadhi Fire. He immediately shouted, took off his kasaya, and the crimson kasaya outlined in gold thread swirled between his fingers, creating an immense roar.

"Shaolin disciples, vanquish all demons!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already flung out the Demon-Subduing Robe in his hand, slaying two young heroes from the Dragon and Tiger Rankings who were not far away.

His words and actions also heralded the beginning of the Shaolin monks' rebellion.

However, this move also solidified the stance of some hesitant individuals, who then joined the ranks of those looting the Shaolin Temple.

Helping Shaolin, outnumbered and outgunned, brings rare benefits, but there's also a "demon god" figure watching from the sidelines.

Why not help yourself!

Of course, there are cowardly people in the underworld, but after a while, when they've been around for a long time and are risking their lives, they naturally put profit first and don't care about good or evil, right or wrong.

grab!

"Hahaha"

Wei Wu spread his arms wide and let out a loud laugh that shook the mountains and forests, causing the grass and trees to rustle and making a whooshing sound, and in the distance it seemed as if rocks were rolling down.

He himself stepped forward, his purple-red embroidered gold robe spotless, his translucent skin shimmering with a gentle light under the post-rain sunshine, his eyes gleaming, like a demon god walking in the world, as he threw himself into the midst of the many masters of Shaolin Temple.

"Since I am here, you might as well submit to me first!"

"The Arhat Subduing Demon Formation!!!"

With a roar, Xinhu brandished his staff, and with a crisp clang, many Shaolin masters who had rushed over formed the Arhat Formation, intending to trap Wei Wu there and kill him.

however!

Wei Wu did not use the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife; he simply pressed forward, allowing several iron rods from the Arhat Formation to strike his body, producing a clanging sound of metal clashing.

He strode forward like a shooting star, and in just three steps he suddenly appeared in front of a senior monk of the Xin generation. Under the monk's horrified gaze, ignoring the attacks coming from other directions, he struck down with his palm, and the monk's head flew high into the air like a ball.

A gap was created in the Arhat Formation.

Wei Wu, however, did not rush to leave. Instead, he stood still and waited for them to replenish their ranks before continuing the fight.

With the Shaolin Vajra Indestructible Skill and the Iron-Chewing Technique, Wei Wu's body, forged from the finest iron and cast in the finest steel, was perfected by both internal and external cultivation. Even when struck by heavy weapons, his internal organs remained undamaged, and his skin and flesh were completely unharmed.

Within three to five rounds, dozens of people had already died under Wei Wu's command, and the Arhat Formation could no longer be maintained.

However, Wei Wu still harbored some ulterior motives. Only after he had slaughtered all the masters of Shaolin Temple did he approach the old monk and ask, "How do you feel?"

Xinhu's lips trembled as he stared at the flames and shouts of battle raging within the Shaolin Temple in the distance. His back hunched, and his eyes were filled with bewilderment: "What has Shaolin done to you? Is it a blood feud, the murder of your mother, or the extermination of your clan? How could it have come to this!"

Wei Wu clicked his tongue and said, "Being brave and fierce is only a temporary fame, but destroying Shaolin will make me a nightmare for the martial arts world for a lifetime."

"That's not enough," a strange smile appeared on Xinhu's face, which looked more than a year or two older. "It's not just one or two families that are making moves. If they join forces, they can suppress even the biggest news."

His voice was like that of a night owl, hoarse yet seductive: "If you can kill them all, leaving only one or two lucky survivors, then the entire martial world will respect you!"

"That's right," Wei Wu didn't deny it, but instead smiled and said, "Guess what I'm best at?"

Before Xinhu could speak, Wei Wu said with a smile, "It's poison!"

Produce