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The Leisurely City of Single-player Travelers Volume 2: Ranch Inn and Jin Yong¡¯s Heroes 210 A glimmer of hope

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    Abbot Kongwen sighed and asked, "Tian Boguang, do you know your sin?"

    ¡°¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡± Fang Xian looked grim for a long time, and then he could only lower his head and say, ¡°I¡¯m guilty.¡±.

    "Obviously, Cheng Kun has already made arrangements. At this time, he tells these monks some fantastic deeds. Will they believe it?"  Will they believe Yuan Zhen, who has been in the temple for so many years, or will they believe a thief?

    Kong Wen nodded, and then said: "According to what Yuan Zhen said, you only used your martial arts skills to pick flowers and steal, which is a treasonous and unethical thing, but is that so?"

    Fang Xian laughed heartily: "Master Abbot, I respect you for being sensible and understanding right and wrong, so I bowed my head and confessed my crime. But you also believe in Yuan Zhen too much. If evil deeds are repeated, he may be much better than me."  Alright?"

    Monk Yuanzhen's face did not change, he just sighed: "Good, good, the poor monk has committed serious sins. The abbot knows it, and the poor monk himself knows it, so he put down the butcher's knife and devoted himself to practicing Buddhism in Shaolin to atone for his sins. If you tell me everything, you will take away all the sins."  If you admit it, maybe Master Abbot can give you a chance to repent."

    The abbot also clasped his hands together: "Tian Boguang, your sins are no less than those of Yuan Zhen back then. He could still turn around and find his way back. Why don't you know how to find your way back? You didn't say anything about the evil you did in the world before, but you also intended to steal my Shaolin classics and destroy my Shaolin foundation.  , your fault is no longer a simple matter of right and wrong, good and evil."

    Fang Xian felt aggrieved by what these two people were saying. However, despite their righteousness, there was no flaw in their words. He only felt a breath in his chest, which he could not let go.

    Fang Xian's voice was trembling with anger, and he asked: "I admit to stealing the Scripture Pavilion. I came here to save my friend and took advantage of others. It was caused by greed. I will not defend myself anymore. But what happened before this  How can we trust everything Yuan Zhen says? If I were to criticize Yuan Zhen's actions, I would probably not be able to explain them all in three days and three nights."

    "That's good" Kong Wen shook his head, "Yuanzhen has been cultivating Buddhism here for more than ten years, and the Buddha can learn from his sincerity. However, you don't know how to repent, and you are still stubborn Three uncles. What do you think should be done?  Frustrated?"

    Du'e clasped his hands together and said, "The abbot will do whatever he wants."

    "That's the case" Kong Wen thought for a while, and then said, "Tian Boguang, you have done many evil things. You are unruly and unruly, and you are no longer a person who can be influenced. As a martial arts master, Shaolin should clean up the scum."

    Kong Wen paused for a moment, then said to the three old monks of the Du family: "Thank you, the three uncles have disabled his martial arts."

    Fang Xian was startled.  These monks are really vicious.

    "Wait a minute!" He shouted, and then said, "You accuse me of guilt by bringing out Yuan Zhen, and I can also bring out someone else. Prove my innocence!"

    Kong Wen said: "Don't struggle any more. Your martial arts will be ruined. I'll spare your life. If you realize something, Shaolin can keep you safe."

    Fang Xian had no choice but to use his trump card, rolled the tip of his tongue, and breathed out with all his strength.

    This breath is full of inner strength, and the sharp whistle resounds through the clouds.

    The sacred eagle that had been hovering in the sky heard the whistle and rushed towards the ruined temple without hesitation.

    There are three whistle sounds that were previously agreed upon, divided into three levels: slow, medium and fast.

    If it is delayed, it is to inform everyone that the big thing has been accomplished and let them take over.

    If you win, you will tell everyone that they need support and let them go up the mountain in hiding.

    "If it's urgent, life or death is at stake. Once this signal comes out, everyone no longer has to hide their whereabouts, they can all come to save people.

    Fang Xian's signal has been sent, all that's left is to delay.

    "Master Abbot, Tian's trip is to carry the meaning of Wudang leader Zhang Sanfeng." Fang Xian hurriedly moved the heavyweights out, delaying it for as long as possible.

    Hearing this, Kong Wen was a little unhappy: "There is no need to talk nonsense anymore. Shaolin Wudang has been cultivated since ancient times. How can I allow you to sow discord? Master Duhe, you can abolish his martial arts. There is no need to listen to his excuses."

    Fang Xian was panicking. These monks were too frightened to leave any room for others.

    At this time, his eyes met Yuan Zhen's, and he saw Yuan Zhen's mouth raised slightly, her eyes full of teasing.

    By now, Fang Xian couldn't bear it anymore and laughed wildly: "Yuanzhen, I'm telling you right now, you won't survive tonight."

    "Amitabha" Yuan Zhen pretended to be thorough, "The poor monk's body was already full of blood debts before he became a monk. The Buddha will decide when he will return to heaven and earth."

    Du E walked up to Fang Xian and said, "Tian Boguang, you'd better restrain your inner strength and not resist. This will make you feel more comfortable. If you resist forcefully, I'm not sure I can save your life."

    Fang Xian felt happy that these monks were still pedantic and actually used their inner strength to destroy himself.  If he had to break his hand tendons or hamstrings, there would be nothing he could do. If he had to use his internal strength, he would still have a chance to survive.

      He said with a ferocious smile: "Senior Du'e, I respect you for your high moral character and do not blame you. If this palm of your hand comes down, the feud between me, Tian Boguang, and Shaolin will be forged."

    After saying this, he looked at Kong Wen again. Although he was at the end of his battle, he showed a rare sense of arrogance and arrogance.

    "Abbot Kong Wen, I put down these words. Shaolin's century-old foundation lies in just one word from you."

    The Shaolin monks were all stunned. They obviously did not believe Tian Boguang, but were a little puzzled by his arrogant attitude even in the state of death. These words were so confident that they seemed to be true.

    Kong Wen said no more and just waved his right arm.

    "Amitabha" Du'e muttered, then slapped Fang Xian's dantian with his palm.

    Du'e didn't use all his strength at this time. He always had good intentions and tested it first. If Tian Boguang didn't have the strength to resist, he would gently crush Tian Boguang's internal energy. This would be safer. If he resisted,  Try your best again.

    However, with this palm, it was like a small boat entering the sea, and it was swallowed up instantly.

    Du'e was startled and thought that he had chosen the wrong place. He put more force on his hand and waved his palm again.

    Fang Xian's face twitched, and he took it all in a daze.

    Du'e looked at his palms and sighed: "It's weird, it's weird. Either this person's Dantian is not here, or he has practiced some strange kung fu."

    The white-faced old monk next to him said: "Since ancient times, there have been people who have different hearts and minds, but they have never heard that the Dantian is not there."

    The black-faced old monk said sharply: "Tian Boguang. Don't struggle anymore. Do you think I, Shaolin, can't use the knife?"

    Fang Xian laughed heartily: "The Shaolin Temple, do you still need to use a knife to deal with me, a cripple who has no strength to restrain a chicken? Don't you think it's funny?!"

    "Bold!" Du Nan was furious and slapped Fang Xian on the face.

    Fang Xian's mind just buzzed for a moment.  It was dark in front of my eyes. I really used my strength to overcome the difficulties. I not only used the strength of my muscles and bones, but also used my internal strength. Compared with an old man like Yin Tianzheng and Xie Xun, he was really inferior.

    Although his mind was weak and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, Fang Xian still said forcefully: "Okay! Okay! Shaolin really has the ability. Three old guys hid in secret and attacked me, not even a junior. They even lynched me and humiliated me, and then beat me again."  Be cruel and I will accept them all!!"

    Du Nan had a bad temper, but he was so irritated by him.  Nuji made another backhand: "So what if I kill you with one palm!"

    This time Fang Xian was on guard and had secretly adjusted his internal strength. Although the blow was extremely painful, it was not as severe as the first blow.

    "That's enough." Du'e looked at Fang Xian intently, "No matter what kind of magic you use. The poor monk advises you to accept the transformation of the power honestly. I, Shaolin, are compassionate. If the transformation of the power occurs, you will only lose your inner strength.  You can live an ordinary life. But if you continue to be dishonest, we will force us to cut off your hand tendons and hamstrings. You will be a complete useless person from now on."

    Fang Xian didn't say anything, he just looked at Duhe with regret.  Then he glanced at the monks Kongwen and Yuanzhen, with awe-inspiring expressions on their faces.

    "My kung fu has been refined through life and death. Although my reputation is not very good, I think I have never done anything harmful to my heart. There are gods three feet above my head. You Shaolin people claim to be practicing Buddhism, but you have cultivated like this.  I feel so sad for Buddha!"

    Fang Xian's shrill laughter echoed in everyone's ears, and there was a faint sense of fear.

    Du'e ignored him, used up his internal strength, and struck Fang Xian squarely on his dantian with another palm.

    Fang Xian was fully prepared this time, and the Beiming Divine Art was activated to the extreme. The sea of ??dantian was no longer silent, but the wind was howling and the whirlpool was rolling.

    When Du E's palm came down, it wasn't that he swung it away, but that it was sucked in.  He only felt that his inner strength was being pulled by a powerful force and was no longer under his control. No matter how he tried to withdraw his strength, it had no effect.

    "That's not good!" Du'e couldn't pull his hand away and shouted hastily, "Junior brother, pull me away!"

    Dujie immediately grabbed Du'e's arms and wanted to help him escape, but the grasp didn't matter. Even he was firmly sucked in, and he felt his inner strength being swept away along his arms.

    When Du'e saw this, he shouted: "Quickly finish the attack, or I will kill you directly!"

    Fang Xian only smiled when he heard this, and then he also took away the Beiming Divine Art.

    If you don¡¯t accept it at this time, I¡¯m afraid that I might just hit my Heavenly Spirit Cover with a single palm.

    After overcoming the disaster and tribulation, I was finally able to escape. Sweat was dripping from my head, and I was still in shock.

    "No wonder, no wonder." Du'e said angrily, "It's really shameless to steal someone else's cultivation. I'll leave it to you to save the day."

    "Yes." Du Di took the order and pulled out a bright sword from his robe, "You are so unruly, don't blame the poor monk for being unreasonable!"

    &nbAfter saying this, the knife struck at the muscles and bones of Fang Xian's arm.

    At this time, Du E and Du Nan were still in shock and could not capture Fang Xian at all. Fang Xian naturally would not let others take advantage of him. He only got up with all his strength and used Ling Bo Wei Bu's Qing Gong. His body suddenly fled and he escaped from the secret room.  , suddenly wandered away.

    After overcoming the adversity, it suddenly dawned on me that Tian Boguang still had the heart to resist when he was at this point?  The two monks waved their palms and attacked, and Duanyan also came forward with a big knife.

    "Don't let him run away!" Kong Wen stopped in front of Fang Xian and ordered the monks to set up a formation. He also waved his Zen staff and struck in a sweeping blow.

    Fang Xian tilted his body, deflected the blow with a strange jujitsu, and then swayed from side to side, as if he was stepping on microwaved duckweed, and tried to escape.

    "However, the Zangjin Pavilion is too small, there are too many monks, and Fang Xian cannot move his hands, but there is no way he can dodge through the walls of several layers of monks.

    Fang Xian's heart suddenly changed, he summoned his inner strength, and suddenly bumped into him with his shoulder.

    The Shaolin monks are quite masculine and can strike with their palms.

    Logically speaking, splitting the shoulder with a single palm should be a powerful palm, but now that Fang Xian has achieved some internal strength, he was stunned and knocked the monk away.

    Fang Xian's arm was dislocated. The impact was really painful, but at the same time he seemed to see a glimmer of hope and continued to push out with all his strength.

    At this time, I only felt a chill in my waist

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