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Chapter 237 Lin Lang: No Illness (Subscribe)
"Kill him, and don't allow anyone to insult my Shaolin reputation." He shouted.

Many Shaolin disciples listened to the order, their footsteps faltered and they formed a large formation, swarming forward.

"The devil is dead!"

"Brother Lin."

Xiao Feng was in a hurry, he just wanted to make a move, but he heard Lin Lang say: "You protect A'Zhu yourself, these monks are handed over to Lin."

"Roar!!"

In an instant, dozens of dragon-shaped energy erupted from Lin Lang's body, countless Shaolin disciples were thrown into the air, and then hit the ground heavily, screaming endlessly.

Xiao Feng was horrified, Brother Lin is going to destroy Shaolin!

No, if this continues, Shaolin's vitality will be seriously injured, Shaolin and I just have some misunderstandings, if brother Lin is tormented like this, even if the misunderstanding is solved in the future, Shaolin will definitely regard me as an enemy.

Brother Lin must be stopped.

With this in mind, he flew up to Lin Lang and persuaded him, "Brother Lin, stop! I'm here to find the leader today, not..."

"boom!"

A burst of energy slapped him away, Lin Lang smiled and said: "Stay honestly, you will soon know who the leader is!"

After finishing speaking, he was really angry, and a trace of thunder burst out suddenly.

"boom!"

Lin Lang shot out a thunderbolt, smashing the lofty Shaolin plaque into pieces.

Everyone was shocked, thunder and lightning?
"Haha! Xuanci, are you really going to ruin Shaolin's hundreds of years of foundation for a person with bad intentions?"

Lin Lang smiled, throwing the thunderball in his hand.

"boom!"

The ground trembled, most of Shaolin's gates were blown up, countless disciples were affected by lightning, and fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

"Devil, die!"

An eminent monk held a magic wand in his hand and struck at him aggressively.

"Boom!"

The big lavender bell enveloped Lin Lang, and it flew down the magic wand, splitting the mouth of the eminent monk, dripping with blood.

"This is my Shaolin Golden Bell Shade, hate it!"

Haha, the hateful thing is still behind! "

Lin Lang looked around and said with a big laugh, "Still coming out? If you come a step late, Shaolin will be gone!"

Xiao Feng was puzzled, but hearing Lin Lang's tone, he felt chills in his heart.

"Brother Lin, stop!"

Xiao Feng yelled, his brows were furrowed, his hands had already accumulated strength, even if brother Lin blamed me, I would stop him from destroying Shaolin.

"Pi Li Pi Li..."

Lin Lang raised his right hand high, and the huge thunder ball was condensed in his palm, and a dragon-shaped creature was faintly seen swimming in the thunder ball, exuding breathtaking power.

Seeing this, Xuanci said sadly: "This old man is what he said, please stop the benefactor!"

Xiao Feng was overjoyed, "Brother Lin, stop quickly, the abbot agreed."

Lin Lang smiled coldly, "He agreed, but Lin refused."

He flew up and shouted: "If you don't come out again, Shaolin will no longer exist from now on!"

"boom!"

The thunder ball exploded, and a purple thunder dragon roared out, rushing towards the Shaolin hall with boundless momentum.

Lin Lang's goal is the golden Buddha statue in the hall!

Everyone in Shaolin had grief on their faces, they were powerless to stop what happened.

If the Buddha is destroyed, they are all sinners!
"Roar!!"

The dragon opened its teeth and claws, and rushed towards the Buddha statue.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

An ethereal voice reached everyone's ears, including Lin Lang.

Then I saw outside the main hall, a light golden air wall suddenly opened, blocking the purple dragon.

"boom!!"

The dragon exploded, and countless thunderbolts splashed in all directions, blasting holes of various sizes around the hall.

The corner of Lin Lang's mouth raised, "It's finally out, floor sweeper!"

A thin old monk slowly walked out of the messy hall.

The old monk was dressed in a gray robe, holding an old broom, and walked towards the crowd with a smile on his face.

Everyone in Shaolin recalled just now, and couldn't help but come up with an idea.

"The devil is indeed looking for someone, but he is not the leader, but the sweeping monk!"

"Amitabha, this benefactor is practicing Shaolin martial arts. He doesn't understand the Dharma. He has a deep hostility. He has gone mad. If he stays in Shaolin to study the Dharma, he can save his life."

The sweeping monk was not in a hurry, and slowly came to Lin Lang's side.

Lin Lang touched his chin, and looked at the sweeping monk with great interest.

Hearing the other party's remarks, hehe, presumably in the original book, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were tricked by the sweeping monk.

Lin Lang knew whether he was insane or not. The sweeping monk said so when he met him. It seems that this is the usual style of the sweeping monk.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo practiced Shaolin 72 unique skills, not because they were too hostile and did not understand Buddhism, which led to hidden diseases in their bodies and their lives were in danger.

But the sweeping monk did it on purpose, letting them practice the 72 stunts that were manipulated.

Lin Lang also practiced Shaolin's unique skills, but there was nothing unusual about it.

No matter how powerful Shaolin 72's unique skills are, they are just martial arts, not Buddhist supernatural powers.

If you practice Shaolin's unique skills, if you don't understand Buddhism, you will practice more slowly, or if you don't know the secrets of it, you will not be able to get started.

Because of not knowing the Dharma, the hostility is too heavy, and the body has hidden dangers of hidden diseases. This is simply nonsense.

As for Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, they always thought that Shaolin monks were stupid and could not practice 72 unique skills, but outsiders like them easily learned them.

This sense of superiority was deliberately created by the sweeping monk.

Of course it is easy to learn the unique skills mixed with parallel imports!
It's just that the two of them will never know until they die. From the day they entered the Shaolin Buddhist scripture pavilion, they have been calculated for their entire lives.

Seeing Lin Lang pondering, a smile appeared on the old monk's face, and he decided to add another fire.

"This benefactor has such a cultivation level at such a young age, it is truly unprecedented, and there will be no one in the future.

But it is precisely because the entry is too fast, the hostility is rampant, and the temper bursts. If you don't restrain it, you may be in danger of your life.

It is better for the benefactor to follow the old monk to practice Buddhism, so as to have a chance of life. "

When Xiao Feng heard this, his face was worried.

"Brother Lin, this master is justified. For the sake of your life, you should let the master see it!"

Lin Lang's face darkened, "Hehe, there is no need to worry about Xiao Daxia, Lin is not insane."

When Xiao Feng heard these words, his heart suddenly picked up.

Brother Lin really has a problem, it's like when Bian Que met Cai Huangong, I said you were sick, you said you were not, and died of the disease, and there was no cure.

"Brother Lin, what you have done today is really different from usual.

You injured many eminent monks in Shaolin, you must have been affected by evil thoughts, you should let this master take a good look, don't hold on. "

Xiao Feng was concerned.

"I……"

Lin Lang wanted to scold mother, but he stared at the sweeping monk with unkind eyes.

"Old monk, Mr. Lin doesn't believe in evil anymore. After killing you, let's see if you monks still dare to lie!"

After finishing speaking, Lin Lang suddenly waved his sword.

Six Veins Divine Sword!

"call out!"

A streak of purple sword energy surged out, as swift as the wind, as fast as thunder.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

"Buzz!"

The floor-sweeping monk exploded with true energy, forming a three-foot wall of energy outside his body.

"Pfft!"

The sword qi raged on the wall of qi, and it couldn't break through the defense of the sweeping monk.

Lin Lang frowned, the power of his sword is by no means weaker than Xiao Feng's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms in his heyday.

But in the original book, Xiao Feng could hurt the sweeping monk, but now he can't.

Is there something else hidden in this?
(End of this chapter)