Even so, under the moonlight, you can hear the monks humming and haha ​​when practicing martial arts everywhere. When you come to the dilapidated hall, the first thing you see are the ferocious Buddha statues.

Although he was old, the old abbot sat cross-legged in the cushion and recited the scriptures silently. He did not look at the person, but closed his eyes and knocked on the wooden fish. His voice was vigorous and powerful: "The temple is simple and collapsed at any time. I have nothing to entertain. I also asked Your Majesty to move, wherever you come, wherever you go! Amitabha!"

Su Mengdie looked at Fu Yunche, and then saw that the little monks around him were gnawing corn cakes, and looked at them in confusion, and how long had they been wearing very clothes? They were all so hungry that they were pale and thin. The monks had limited food and no incense. They had no land of the past. They lived in this wilderness and could only sit and eat the mountains or hoe the fields again to plant crops.

The Shaolin Temple they were proud of was now being taken into custody and had to be forced to kill people before they could be recognized. This is an extremely cruel act. Everyone has different ideas. Just like her, she lives in a peaceful society, killing people violates the law, and develops the idea of ​​not killing others at will when she was young. She will not be able to walk when she sees Wang Shijian's death.

Speaking of which, it was still a person from the underworld. In fact, the education my father gave her was like an ordinary child. Maybe my father never thought of letting her inherit the gang in the future, right? So her idea was to be ashamed of killing people.

The monk's concept is that all four elements are empty and all things are equal. Not to mention killing people, even letting them kill animals is equivalent to letting them break the precepts. Of course, these principles are not understood by everyone, otherwise there would be no people who would send food. They all think that they have good martial arts skills, but they refuse to kill the enemy, which is equivalent to raising a group of idle people.

The abbot couldn't get up to greet him, probably because he was heartbroken by Nanyue. When guarding Shaolin Temple, people respected them. Once Shaolin Temple was gone, they were discriminated against. No one thought that Shaolin Temple would be lost. It was not their fault, but the country's fault, and they did not protect their homes.

Fu Yunche was not angry, and condescended to surrender to the nobles. He sat cross-legged on the cushion next to the abbot, smiled and turned his head to stare at the old man with white eyebrows and beards: "Master Yuankong, his disciples are also believers of Master Bodhidharma. He has not been delayed in lending a helping hand and helping you and others. It is really a national crisis. I really can't separate myself. Not only you, but many of the invaders, I have no intention of taking care of you one by one. I hope the master will forgive you!" After saying that, he bowed.

Seeing this, Su Mengdie smiled slightly. At this time, no one is Sun Wukong, and there are seventy-two changes. Don’t say that they can only think of it when they can use it to others. Now that the country is about to perish, they are all focusing on how to repel the enemy. How can they care so much?

When Yuan Kong heard this, he opened his eyes, stood up, raised his right hand and bowed to Fu Yunche: "I have misunderstood for you. Your Majesty, don't blame me, Amitabha!"

He raised his right hand with the monks who came to watch the show and bowed his head, and even the little monk who had just eaten corn cakes bowed.

"Amitabha!"

Fu Yunche immediately smiled like a spring breeze, and stood up and raised the old abbot: "Master Yuankong does not need to be polite. Today I can come here, but in fact I have something to ask for. I hope the master will not refuse!"
Chapter completed!