Zhu Tian: I became a god by practicing martial arts

Who would be willing to live a hard life after returning to secular life when one can eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks in Shaolin Temple?

Moreover, with the reputation of Shaolin Temple as a holy place of martial arts, they would be guests of honor wherever they go, right?

But if the Shaolin Temple is disbanded, they will really be nothing.

There will even be many people who covet the Shaolin Temple's unique skills in them. At that time, life and death will really be left to fate.

Therefore, these people still hope that the Sweeping Monk Daoyan will try again. As for themselves, how could they dare to confront Lao Huang?

Isn't that just asking for death?

"My fate with you has come to an end. From now on, please live yourselves well!"

How could the Sweeping Monk not know what these people are thinking?

A sweeping monk who has lived to such an old age has empty eyebrows, is that good?

As for everyone being well, as long as Old Huang doesn't cause trouble, Daoyan will definitely be well.

As for the other monks, their life and death are determined by fate, and their wealth and honor are in the hands of God!

Throwing away his monk robe and ignoring everyone else, the Sweeping Monk went straight back to the Sutra Library in the backyard.

After all, he still had some clothes and luggage that needed to be packed.

As for yellow and white things, he didn't care much about them. A grandmaster, no matter how poor he was, would never starve to death.

After watching the Sweeping Monk leave, Lao Huang turned his gaze back to Xuan Ci.

"Amita..."

Xuan Ci also wanted to die with dignity, or to choose his own way of death.

But Old Huang obviously doesn't have that patience.

"Oh, your mother's head! Come and die!"

With a loud bang, Xuan Ci, who was caught off guard, turned into debris all over the ground.

By the way, he also brought a dozen people to take the blame. As for the two instigators, they had already been trampled into meat paste by cow hooves.

"I'll count to dozens, and those who haven't left Shaolin Temple yet, go to hell!

nineteen……"

Old Huang had just started counting when the remaining hundred or so monks rushed towards the mountain gate.

If they were fighting against a human, they might still be able to have some backbone, but the one they are facing is a bull monster!

This made them dare not resist at all!

Besides, the Shaolin Temple has been disbanded, so it's time for them to plan their future.

The property in Shaolin Temple cannot be moved, but there are still many industries outside of Shaolin Temple.

The right thing to do is to gather some assets and run away while there is still time.

If we delay any further, we will really become meat paste under the cow's hooves.

"Two, one!"

Looking at the empty front yard of Shaolin Temple, Lao Huang was very satisfied.

"These damn bald asses run pretty fast!"

Looking back, Old Huang laughed again: "Hehe, Master Daoyan, I just said that I would let you go.

But I didn’t say that others would let you go! Hahaha…”

If an old monk of grandmaster level were to be released into the martial arts world, it would cause a huge uproar.

Therefore, Lao Huang felt that Hu Lie would never let this old monk go.

According to its understanding, Hu Lie was quite obsessed with destroying Buddhism.

At the same time, the sweeping monk returned to the Sutra Library and saw a scene that he would never forget.

A giant spaceship was docked next to the Sutra Repository, floating in the air about two meters above the ground.

On the lowered ladder, several people were carrying Buddhist scriptures and martial arts books back and forth.

At the main entrance of the Sutra Repository, sat a burly young man.

His eyes were sharp and his face looked as if it had been carved by a knife or an axe. One could tell at first glance that he was a ruthless person.

More importantly, the Sweeping Monk could only see his silhouette, and his other senses were completely ineffective.

If you close your eyes, you won't even know there is someone there.

This situation was quite shocking to the Sweeping Monk, who was at the grandmaster level.

It seems that the young man in front of him is also a master who is far superior to him!

"I still have some clothes and luggage in the Sutra Library. I wonder if you would allow me to go in and pack them up?"

Having already provoked a powerful bull demon, the Sweeping Monk did not want to provoke this ignorant young man again.

So, he kept a low profile.

"It's not a good thing to let a Grandmaster like you, who has no ties at all, wander around in the world!

In this case, for the sake of the people and the peace of the country, I can only send you on your way."

After he finished speaking, Hu Lie stood up and drew out his titanium alloy sword.

Obviously, Lao Huang's guess was very correct. Hu Lie had no intention of letting the Sweeping Monk go.

"Do you really want to put this old monk to death?"

As soon as he saw the other party's actions, the Sweeping Monk knew that this matter might not be resolved peacefully today.

The other party is really planning to kill me!

Moreover, the opponent is at least a master of the same level as him. In this case, the opponent is holding a sword while he is facing him empty-handed, which is very disadvantageous!

So, after looking around, the Sweeping Monk's steps were steady and he could attack or defend.

As long as the opponent's speed is not high, he doesn't mind running first out of respect.

No matter how strong the young man in front of him is, if the old ox behind him comes over, he will definitely die today.

Moreover, the other party was causing trouble in front, and then someone came from behind and emptied the Sutra Repository. He would not believe that there was no collusion between the two parties.

"Take my sword and slash the sky!"

Hu Lie said "kill", but actually he stepped forward quickly and stabbed the Sweeping Monk's chest with the tip of his sword.

After all, the area here is quite large and it is not easy to dodge. As long as he is stabbed, it will not be easy for the Sweeping Monk to turn the situation around.

"The cassock subdues the devil..."

The Sweeping Monk put his internal energy into his outer robe and turned sideways to fan the Taijin alloy long sword that Hu Lie was stabbing at him.

After all, his Gaza was made of cloth, so he didn't dare to face Hu Lie's sword.

Moreover, the aura flowing on it was obviously attached with sword energy, which was not something that his cassock with the blessing of internal force could resist.

Sure enough, with a swish sound, the Sweeping Monk's robes were cut off in half, and even his arm was cut by the sword energy, leaving a wound more than a foot long.

When the two sides passed each other, Hu Lie slapped the Sweeping Monk on the chest, knocking him back and causing him to spit blood.

"Puchi! Cough cough cough......

Who are you, sir? Why do you have to embarrass an old monk like me?"

In just one round, the opponent had already seriously injured him and he fell to the ground. In this case, how could he possibly escape with his life at his hands?

"When a person dies, it's like a light goes out. The affairs of the world have nothing to do with you anymore. If that's the case, why bother yourself with troubles? Isn't it better to just die honestly? What's the point of knowing so much?"