He called it twice, and both times it was smooth, so it was definitely not possible that he called the wrong name.
There is only one monk in Shaolin Temple named Yuan Rong.
——Shaolin monk Yuan Rong.
——Yonghuatang’s first Yuanrong.
——Yuanrong, owner of Shaolin brothel.
But doesn’t the Songshan League disdain the company of lay monks? Why is it that the Dharma name of Yuan Rong is shouted again at this moment?
Just when Xuan was shouting, a group of black shadows moved rustlingly in the darkness. They moved extremely fast and mysteriously, like corners torn apart in the night.
Appeared in front of the Shaolin monks.
"Yuanrong, you are finally here!" Liao Xuan looked at the group of black figures and breathed a sigh of relief, with a relaxed but mysterious smile on his face.
"Well, I'm here." In the darkness, a person spoke. His voice was very soft, but it was very weighty.
This weight is not a material weight, but a spiritual weight.
It seemed that as soon as he opened his mouth, this group of people had a backbone in their hearts and had inexhaustible strength. Even Liao Xuan, who had just been disgraced and embarrassed, suddenly became confident and calm.
This is the power of leadership!
Liao Xuan walked towards Yuan Rong and stood side by side with him, but Yuan Rong glanced at Xuan and took another step forward: "Disciple Yuan Rong, I paid my respects to Abbot Jie."
Liao Jie looked at Yuan Rong and was stunned, but still said solemnly on his face: "You and Liao Xuan have been secretly conspiring for a long time."
He smiled harmoniously. He smiled very lightly, but there was an overflowing pride in his smile: "It's been a long time."
"What is your purpose for doing this?" Lie Jie then asked.
Yuanrong still smiled and said: "What purpose can a monk have? To promote Buddhism and save the world and save people."
"Promote Buddhism and save the world and save people. When did the monks who promote Buddhism all wear black clothes?" Liao Jie asked, looking at the group of men in black in front of him.
"They are not monks, they are my subordinates!" Yuanrong replied, "Abbot Liaojie, sometimes I think you are very smart, but sometimes I think you are very confused. Haven't you ever thought about the Jiangzuo League these days?
Where did the funds for the year come from? Have you never thought about why I insist on opening this controversial Shaolin brothel? Have you never thought that no one is secretly instigating the dispute between the secular and the secular in the Shaolin Temple? "
Liao Jie listened to what Yuan Rong said, but he was not annoyed and said: "People are not saints, how can they know everything? They are smart and confused. In just one thought, it is not too late for Yuan Rong to put down the butcher knife."
"Hahaha, putting down the butcher's knife is what you monks should do, and what I have to do is pick up the butcher's knife and share my worries with the Buddha!"
Just as Jie and Huanrong were talking to each other, Qiao Zhenyue summoned up his inner energy and with one step, he was about to use "Wind and Thunder Walk" to attack Huanrong.
But as soon as he exerted force on his feet, Yuan Rong said: "Gang Leader Qiao, the fog is heavy, so be careful when slipping."
As he said this, he pulled his hand from behind, and actually pulled a person alive from the darkness on one side.
"Gang Leader Qiao, who do you think this is?"
Qiao Zhenyue took a closer look and saw that the man had two round buns and two big watery eyes flashing. It was the round-headed little girl Shuang'er.
"What do you want?" Qiao Zhenyue asked.
"Everyone says that Gang Leader Qiao is the most heroic man in the world. He is so righteous. But I don't know if he is willing to kill himself for this girl?" Yuan Rong said and suddenly shook his head, "Suicide is too cruel. I also feel grateful that Gang Leader Qiao is
What a man, why don't you just cut off your arms?"
As he said this, he held a Buddha's salute in his hands, and a trace of compassion suddenly flashed in his eyebrows.
Everyone was stunned by Yuan Rong's words.
Yuanrong actually traded a little girl for Qiao Zhenyue's arms!
Qiao Zhenyue was also stunned, and his eyes were in a trance for a moment. He looked at the cute and lovely children in front of him, recalling her innocent appearance, and couldn't help but smile. He looked at his two arms again, and this
These two arms are really the only ones in a million that accompany him through life and death, and accompany him in his happiness and revenge...
He was really hesitant, but after a moment of hesitation, he suddenly shouted: "Bring me the knife!"
That's right, he had to take off his two arms in exchange for Shuang'er's life. He could still live without his arms, but without Shuang'er, he would have nothing. It was worth it to exchange his two arms for a living life!
The moment Qiao Zhenyue shouted the words "Bring the knife", Shuang'er jumped up and shouted excitedly: "No, Brother Qiao, no, Shuang'er can only know you..."
She still wanted to say something, but was pointed to the ground by Yuan Rong.
"It's so touching, I can't bear to watch it anymore."
Liao Jie saw that the matter had come to an end and said, "Huan Rong, tell me what you want. Don't embarrass Gang Leader Qiao. Since this happened in Shaolin, I am willing to trade my life for the life of Shuang'er girl. How about that?"
"
After hearing what Jie said, Yuan Rong stood there and laughed. The laughter was full of ridicule and sarcasm: "Abbot Liao Jie, I thought you were confused, but I never thought you were so confused. Do you think you are so confused?"
What choice do you have now? Let me tell you, your lives will be decided here tonight!"
As Yuan Rong said this, the group of black figures around him drew their swords out of their sheaths.
Dark shadow, bright white knife!
Liao Jie looked at the cold sword light, frowned, and said fiercely: "I have more than two thousand disciples in Shaolin, and just a few dozen of you, you must be looking down on Shaolin!"
Yuanrong smiled and said: "It's not a dozen people, it's a sword made by fifty first-rate masters and fifty-one skilled craftsmen."
Fifty people, why fifty-one knives?
It must be one of them wielding two swords!
Liao Jie's face was calm and intimidating: "Who do you think I, the eight great masters of Shaolin Bodhidharma Academy, are?"
Yuan Rong laughed again, and this time his laughter was half arrogant and half arrogant: "Who do you think they are? I treat them like a bunch of stupid pigs who can't wake up!"
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and several more figures pulled out from the darkness.
Those figures were clearly the remaining masters of Shaolin Temple and Bodhidharma Academy. Their eyes were closed tightly, their limbs were weak, and they fell to the ground like dead pigs.
"Abbot Liaojie, what leverage do you have to negotiate terms with me now? I said you will all die tonight!"
