Looting three thousand against the world

Chapter 72 074: Answer

"Would you believe me when I said that I came to burn incense and worship Buddha?" Ming He laughed.

Since Fang Zheng likes to play like this, I will play with him.

"Amitabha Buddha! If the donor is sincerely respecting the Buddha, the old monk will naturally welcome him extremely.

If not, please ask Master Minghe to bring the troops down the mountain! "

Fang Zheng clasped his palms together, recited a Buddha's name, and said slowly.

"Of course I worshiped the Buddha sincerely. You see, I brought so many people here to worship the Buddha. Isn't it sincere enough? You quickly take us in to worship the Buddha and burn incense!"

After Fang Zheng heard Ming He's words, he frowned and shook his head.

Do we need to bring so many people to burn incense?He still held the weapon in his hand, and the blood on the weapon hadn't been wiped off yet.

Fang Zheng didn't dare to bring the Sun Moon God Sect into the temple. There are not only monks in Shaolin Temple, but also some ordinary monks who don't know martial arts.

Fang Zheng couldn't help worrying about his junior brother Fang Sheng, since Minghe was able to bring people here, his junior brother must be in danger.

"Minghe, if you are sensible, take your troops and leave quickly.

Is it true that my Shaolin Temple has a history of hundreds of years, and its background is not comparable to your demon sect, otherwise my Shaolin Temple does not mind eliminating demons and defending Taoism. "An old monk of the same generation next to Fangzheng spoke.

"leave?

As long as there is a great master in your Shaolin Temple, I, Minghe, will turn around and leave immediately without saying a word.

If not, just obediently admit defeat and surrender, otherwise it will be the same as the ultimatum, and the clan will be wiped out! "

People in Shaolin are talking harsh words here, but Minghe can't say anything harsh.

Minghe released his aura while speaking, and at this moment he is like a peerless strong man.

"Minghe means that you are a great master, but you know that there hasn't been a great master in the Jianghu for nearly a hundred years. It's ridiculous!" The old monk of the Fang family laughed.

"It's ridiculous, since you don't believe that I am a great master, then I will prove it to you!"

Minghe used his finger as a sword, and swung a sword energy to attack the hanging plaque in Shaolin Temple. The plaque was cut off instantly like tofu.

Half of the plaque fell off, and the incision was extremely neat, as if it had been cut off by a sharp sword.

"Minghe, you are so bold, you dare to destroy the plaque of our temple."

The old monk was furious when he saw the plaque that fell on the ground.

"Benefactor Minghe, do you really want to be my enemy in Shaolin?" Fang Zheng was also furious, but he spoke so kindly when he saw the cut on the plaque.

Using fingers as swords, the sword energy can be released freely!
Although Master Fangzheng didn't know the way of swordsmanship, he knew that no one in the Jianghu had such a skill in the way of swordsmanship. Even Feng Qingyang, who relied on the "Dugu Nine Swords" to traverse the Jianghu back then, did not have the strength of Minghe.

"Fang Zheng, it's not that I want to be your Shaolin's enemy, but your Shaolin's time is going to be my enemy. If your Shaolin is willing to surrender, everything is easy to talk about.

If you are not willing to surrender, I can only kill you till Shaolin submits. I think there should be no one alive in the Songshan Sect now. "

While talking, Minghe pointed to Shengguan Peak where the Songshan School is located, because from here you can see the fire of the Songshan School, and everyone knows what the fire means.

"Amitabha, good is good!"

Fang Zheng glanced at Shengguan Peak in the distance, and quickly lowered his head and recited a Buddha's name.

"By the way, your junior brother Fang Sheng and a group of monks are in my hands. If you don't surrender, you will end up..."

Minghe also made a gesture of wiping Fang Zheng's neck. At the same time, Fang Sheng and a group of monks were brought up with knives on their necks. Their eyes were full of disappointment.

"Senior brother, are you alright!"

Fang Zheng looked at Fang Sheng's arm covering his own, and guessed that Fang Sheng must have been seriously injured.

"Brother, I'm fine!
He defeated me with only two moves, he should be a grand master, you have to be careful! After Fang Sheng finished speaking, he lowered his head.

"Two strokes!"

Fang Zheng was silent, and a group of senior Shaolin Temple officials behind him were also silent, they were all thinking in their hearts.

Fang Zheng thought that his two moves could not be seriously injured by Fang Sheng, and judging from Ming He's method of using his finger as a sword just now, it should be the method of the great master.

Fang Zheng knows the background of Shaolin Temple, that is, there are several masters, but the highest strength in Shaolin Temple is himself.

Although he has never met the Grand Master, he is well aware of the horror of the Grand Master. He once heard his master say that the Grand Master and the Grand Master are one heaven and one earth.

Assuming that Minghe is really a great master, how can the few innate peaks of Shaolin Temple stand up to it? Maybe they will fight to the death, and they may still win, but that will inevitably pay a huge price.

"Benefactor Minghe, the three dates mentioned that day have not arrived yet, can you give us some time to think about it."

Fang Zheng also doesn't know what to do now, he can only delay for a while, and then organize the senior management of Shaolin Temple to hold a meeting to discuss the result.

"it is good!

I will give you some time to think about it. After an hour, you must give me an answer, otherwise I will attack the mountain. "

Ming He knew that Fang Zheng was intimidated, so he simply gave Fang Zheng an hour to think about it. An hour is two hours, which is not a short time.

In an hour, Ren Woxing should have brought the rest of the troops from Mount Song. Even if Shaolin Temple disagreed, he could forcefully attack the mountain.

an hour!
Fang Zheng just brought a group of high-level Shaolin Temple disciples here to monitor the Sun Moon God Sect and guard against Ming He's actions.

Fang Zheng returned to the Shaolin Temple, and invited some high-level personnel who had retreated to the Daxiong Hall of the Shaolin Temple, and held a high-level meeting of the Shaolin Temple.

……

At this moment, what the Shaolin Temple executives were discussing was scalp numbness, while Minghe's side was comfortable.

The congregation ate dry food and drank water to rest. Needless to say, the higher-ups ate barbecue and drank fine wine and fruit brew.

At this hour, Ren Woxing also brought his men and horses to Shaolin Temple to gather with Minghe. Originally, he saw Minghe and Dongfang talking, laughing and frolicking there, and he was not worth it for his daughter.

An hour passed, and the senior management of Shaolin Temple finally reached a conclusion.

Their discussion is that the outcome of the martial arts competition will be determined. Now they are not sure whether Minghe is in the realm of the Grand Master, and they are not willing to let them easily surrender.

Now that the discussion came to a conclusion, Fang Zheng took a kind of Shaolin Temple high-level out, and it was also a demonstration at the same time, telling Minghe not to underestimate Shaolin Temple.

But as soon as they left the hospital, they smelled a strange smell, which was so weird that it actually made them want to eat.

"Amitabha, what a sin!"

But anyway, when they saw what Minghe and the others were doing, they quickly lowered their heads and repented by chanting the Buddha's name.

This so-called peculiar smell turned out to be the smell of meat from Ming He and others grilling meat.

Minghe did it on purpose, he just wanted to tease those Shaolin monks guarding the door.

Fangzheng and other senior Shaolin officials were very angry with Minghe's actions. They didn't expect that Minghe and others would actually kill in this pure place of Buddhism.

"Master, you have been discussing for so long, are you hungry? Do you want to eat some roasted pheasant here? This is your specialty of Shaoshi Mountain."

When Minghe saw Fangzheng and other Shaolin Temple executives, his face was ashen. He naturally knew what was the reason, so he simply teased Fangzheng and others with a roast chicken.

Isn't that just killing?killed!What can you do to me?

"Minghe, you..."

A senior Shaolin couldn't bear it any longer, and before he finished speaking, he was gagged by a senior Shaolin next to him. If he talked nonsense at this time, it would be troublesome if the two sides started a war.

"Lao Na and others are not hungry, I cannot accept the kindness of Master Minghe, I am really sorry."

Fang Zheng put his hands together, bowed his head and bowed to thank Ming He. In fact, he was more angry than anyone else. If it wasn't for Ming He's strength, he would have dealt with Ming He long ago.

"Since you don't talk about it, what is the result of your discussion?"

Minghe picked up the grilled pheasant in his hand and took a bite. He overslept this morning and hadn't come here to eat breakfast. He's still a little hungry now!

"Minghe benefactor, Lao Na and others discussed the result, the outcome of the martial arts competition will be determined, and three out of five rounds will be won.

If I win in Shaolin, please ask Master Minghe to release my junior brother and Shaolin disciples, and bring your troops down the mountain.If I lose in Shaolin, I am willing to surrender to you, Minghe benefactor, do you think this is good? "

The reason why Fangzheng said it was three wins out of five games, not two out of three games, was because the Sun Moon God taught Minghe, the East is undefeated, let me go, two wins out of three games, the probability of losing is too high, basically must lose.

But with three wins in five games, the winning rate is much better. The two sides are basically [-]-[-]!

(End of this chapter)