"Here, here, the people from Xingyue Palace are here."

When someone with outstanding eyesight saw the traces of the Xingyue Palace and his group from afar, the news immediately spread, and the people who had been waiting for it for a long time were even more eagerly looking forward to it.

Seeing the carriage coming slowly, many people wanted to go forward and push it.

Many monks in Nan Shaolin had been waiting at the mountain gate for a long time, and teams of monks set up formations behind them.

It is to intimidate the martial arts people present, and to give Jiang Ji a warning.

The squeaky wheel finally stopped.

A maid stepped forward and lifted the curtain of the car. Jiang Ji got out of the carriage, and a cheerful smile appeared on his face.

He clasped his fists and said to Sifang: "I'm sorry, all the martial arts fellows come to make a notarization. I'm very negligent. I hope I'll forgive you. I'll ask you to go to Quxingshan to have a drink next day."

"Young Palace Master is so polite. You come to Shaolin to worship the mountain. However, for a big event, we will join in the fun."

"You are right. It is a great honor for us to participate in such a martial arts event."

"The young palace master is chivalrous, so we will naturally come to support him."

...

Although the voice was a bit messy, most of them shouted to support Jiang Ji, which made the monks in Nan Shaolin faintly look dark.

Jiang Ji smiled all over his face. These people must have thought he was too handsome and stood on the side of justice, so he supported him so much. It was definitely not that he arranged the navy.

However, the foreplay is completed and it is time to enter the official business.

Jiang Ji stretched out his hands and pressed down slightly, and the field suddenly became quiet.

"Thank you for your love and give Jiang some face. Jiang came to Nan Shaolin this time to seek justice."

Everyone knew that Jiang Ji was here to make trouble, but he couldn't help but become curious at this time.

Many monks in Nan Shaolin even knew that Jiang Ji came for Jiang Cheng, but they were prepared long ago and even prepared their words, so they remained calm and watched Jiang Ji perform quietly.

"I dare to ask Master Kong Shi, if a Buddhist disciple has violated the thought of greed and anger and committed the precept of killing, what should he do?"

"Amitabha, it depends on the reason for the matter. You must know that the Buddha also has anger, and people of us also have the determination to kill ourselves and become a good man. As the saying goes, who will go to hell if I don't go to hell?"

Hunting his hands folded, his slightly thin face was full of solemn appearance.

Jiang Ji asked again: "What if he deliberately violated the precepts?"

Hunting is just about Jiang Ji asking how to deal with Jiang Cheng, and bring out the long-prepared rhetoric.

"As long as he can sincerely repent, eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name in the future, and serve the Buddha's name devoutly, he can eliminate all his sins."

Jiang Ji chuckled: "So as long as he can put down his butcher knife, he will be fine?"

Kong Xing looked compassionate: "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha, when will the revenge be repaid?"

Jiang Ji suddenly said aloud: "Can Yao Zhengnian, the leader of the Kuanglang Gang, be there?"

A short and stout man came out of the crowd.

Jiang Ji asked: "Gangmaster Yao, your eldest disciple killed a lay disciple in Nan Shaolin in October last year. What happened later?"

Yao Zhengnian heard the string song and knew the meaning of elegance. He immediately said sadly: "My eldest disciple is just angry that the lay disciple is arrogant, so he had an argument and then fought and accidentally beat him to death.

Afterwards, he expressed his regret to me, but he did not expect that Monk Kongming, who was from Nan Shaolin, came to the door directly and killed my miserable disciple without any discrimination."

Jiang Ji turned to look at the monks in Nan Shaolin: "Master, is this happening?"

Kong Ming, who is the person involved, explained: "It's true, but his disciple..."

But Jiang Ji directly interrupted him: "It's good to have this. I didn't expect that the Shaolin monk would kill innocent people indiscriminately. Abbot Kong Xingxing, should Shaolin Temple give an explanation to the leader Yao today?"

Before Hunting replied, Kongzhi, who had the hottest temper, said: "That is his fault, why should we explain it!"

"Huh? You just heard it clearly. Abbot Kong Jingshi said that as long as he has the intention of repentance, everyone can forgive him. Why does it become a sin that comes to the mouth of this master?

As you are the same as those in the government, how come you are right?”

As soon as Jiang Ji finished speaking, many martial arts people who were already dissatisfied with Nan Shaolin all agreed.

Seeing the surging emotions of the crowd, Monk Kongxing inspires his internal strength and speaks with the method of Lion Roar: "Amitabha, what I just said was to understand the whole story. Besides, it is not known whether the disciples of the Yao Gang Master have sincerely repented. It is understandable that Junior Brother Kongming was attacked by anger for a while."

The vast sound waves spread, and they suppressed the voices of hundreds of people for a moment.

"You Nan Shaolin have various reasons for killing people. Anyway, it's up to you to decide whether the heroes present agree? Are Nan Shaolin all black maggots?

Where is justice? Where is axiom?”

Jiang Ji's voice turned into a rolling sound wave, taking advantage of the backhand and suppressing the sound of emptiness.

Everyone present heard it with their own ears, and some people who had seen Nan Shaolin's unreasonableness before immediately took out their weapons one by one.

I believe that as long as someone takes the lead at this time, there will be many people responding, and then leading those who have ulterior motives.

Kong Yan felt a little panicked. Nan Shaolin has always been powerful, and he still maintained a hypocritical mask on the surface. Who would provoke it? Who dares to provoke it?

Just like Yao Zhengnian, even if his disciples were killed and were captured in Nan Shaolin, he could only endure it.

At this time, an old monk appeared silently in front of many monks in Nan Shaolin and said, "I am Konghui, please be careful not to be impatient."

A pure and compassionate feeling spread with Konghui's voice, clearing everyone's heads and anger disappeared.

Jiang Ji felt a sudden heart, knowing that this monk's martial arts skills could actually affect the emotions of so many people.

"Master, what do you have to say?"

Kong Hui's hair and beard are all white, and her long eyebrows are floating in the wind. Her eyes are like a deep well, empty and quiet.

"Little donor, I came here today just for justice. If you have anything to do, I will definitely be fair and just, and I will convince you."

Jiang Ji tentatively said: "Master, can you make the decision?"

"Although I have not paid attention to the affairs in the temple for a long time, I can still do this."

As Kong Hui finished speaking, a group of monks behind him quickly said, "But it depends on the senior brother."

Konghui is the oldest among the Kong generation. Many of them are passed down by their masters on behalf of others, no different from their masters. They dare to have any opinions.

Jiang Ji raised his eyebrows and asked with interest: "What do the master think about the disciple of Gang Yao?"
Chapter completed!