Shaolin Temple is a holy place for Buddhism.

It is a peaceful atmosphere on weekdays.

At this time, the strong enemy should be repelled, and the atmosphere in the temple should be more joyful, but now it is solemn and solemn, as if something is extraordinary.

"Is something wrong...?"

Wang Yuan's heart skipped a beat and he speeded up.

But all the way to the Main Hall, when you see Wang Yuan's players or Shaolin Temple NPCs, you will see strange looks.

Wang Yuan became more and more frightened and soon arrived in the Main Hall.

As soon as he entered the Main Hall, Wang Yuan was confused.

In the past, the person sitting at the head of the palace was a monk of the Xuan generation such as Xuanci Xuanji Xuannan Xuansheng.

At this time, Master Fang Zheng was sitting in the chief, and on both sides were two eminent monks of Fang Sheng and Fang Mie.

The Xuan generation and Kong generation are arranged on both sides.

"This is……"

Wang Yuan took a step back in shock.

Wang Yuan is not a fool, he can tell at a glance that this is a change of dynasty! When he went to the Sutra Library to kill Murong Bo, Fang Zheng had become the new abbot of Shaolin Temple.

In fact, Wang Yuan also noticed that after all, raising an illegitimate child and having an affair with Ye Erniang is a bit too much. It is reasonable that Abbot Xuanci's position is not guaranteed. I am afraid that Shaolin Temple will not let them go.

If you just resign from the position of abbot and become an ordinary monk in Shaolin Temple, you can enjoy family members of the three even if you are expelled from the master. But if...

Wang Yuan didn't dare to think about it anymore, and quickly looked to both sides, intending to see Xuan Ci's figure in the crowd, but he found nothing.

"Master Fang Zheng, where is my master!" Wang Yuan asked in a trembling voice.

"Amitabha!"

Master Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and looked at Wang Yuan's feet with a sad face.

"Amitabha!"

The other monks in the temple also chanted the Buddha's name in a long time.

The voice is solemn and solemn, with only mourning, like a sad song.

Wang Yuan quickly looked down and saw two corpses standing beneath his feet. The corpses were covered with white cloth and could not see clearly, but it was indeed a man and a woman.

Men are strong and women are graceful.

Wang Yuan was shocked and waved his hand casually, lifting the white cloth away wherever his true energy went.

I saw that under the white cloth was covered with the bodies of Xuanci and Ye Erniang.

"No... impossible!"

Seeing Xuan Ci's body, Wang Yuan was shocked and angry and said angrily: "My master is so skilled in martial arts. There are very few people in the world who can kill him. The culprit Murong Bo has been killed by me. Who can still kill him? He must have died so unfairly!!! Did you harm him? "

Wang Yuan was like an angry lion. He had done so many things in Shaolin Temple. He retreated to the Ming King, killed the monk, and stopped Xiao Feng. Why? Isn’t it just to let Xuan Ci survive!

But unexpectedly, Xuan Ci was dead!

So how many things you have done myself are wasting time?

In anger, Wang Yuan's true energy burst out, and the true energy in the hall was radiant. The powerful aura made the dust on the walls of the hall fall down.

All the monks were brave and hurriedly used their skills to resist.

Fang Zheng was also slightly stunned.

At this time, Wang Yuan's martial arts cultivation had reached its peak, which was much stronger than when he retreated to the enemy Jiumozhi before. Such cultivation was hard to have in the world.

Who doesn’t know the relationship between Wang Yuan and Xuanci in Shaolin Temple? Especially Fang Zhengkongwen, he knows how much Xuanci protects Wang Yuan. This guy has caused so many disasters, Xuanci is diligent or old-fashioned to wipe his butt, just like a real son.

Now Xuanci's body is lying in front of Wang Yuan. If he cannot give him a perfect explanation, it is probably not that Shaolin Temple's disaster is coming. Now Wang Yuan has become a climate. The strongest master of Shaolin Temple, the magician of the sweeping monk is also Wang Yuan's master. If Wang Yuan goes crazy, no one can stop him now.

Everyone was frightened and looked at Fang Zheng.

As the boss, Isn’t it just a professional take the blame?

Although Fang Zheng has only been in office for less than one day, the right to explain is his.

"Why……"

Fang Zheng was helpless and sighed, "Senior Brother Xuanci is a great monk with great kindness and righteousness, and he is also the leader of the martial arts world. Who dares to kill him?"

"Then why..." Wang Yuan glared at Fang Zheng.

"Nephew Wuchi, don't be anxious!" Fang Zheng explained slowly: "Senior Brother Xuanci is committed to the reputation of Shaolin Temple. In his eyes, the reputation of Shaolin Temple is more important than his reputation. As his disciple, you should know."

"I know!"

Wang Yuan nodded.

"This time, such a big thing happened, Senior Brother Xuanci was ashamed. In order to preserve the reputation of Shaolin Temple in front of the heroes in the world, ah..." Speaking of this, Fang Zheng sighed again and said, "Amitabha, good, good!"

"Amitabha!"

The monks in the hall chanted the Buddha's name again.

"Has he committed suicide?" Wang Yuan was shocked and immediately understood the meaning of Fang Zheng's words.

Although Xuan Ci's martial arts cultivation is not as good as Xiao Feng's level, he is also a peak-level expert among the leader. Looking around the world, except for those top masters, ordinary people will definitely not be his opponent.

The biggest threat to Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo, Jiumozhi and Xiao Feng were all in the Sutra Library at that time. He was probably the only one who could kill Xuanci in full view of so many monks in Shaolin Temple.

"Hey... Senior Brother Xuanci is also for the reputation of Shaolin Temple." Fang Zheng sighed.

"Is fame... more important than life?" Wang Yuan was distraught when he heard this and murmured to himself.

For modern people like Wang Yuan, nothing is more important than life. It is better to live than to die well. As long as you live, you will have a time to turn over. Why do you commit suicide? Why do you die... Is the reputation of Shaolin Temple so important?

It was difficult for Wang Yuan to understand Xuanci’s thoughts, but he also knew Xuanci’s personality. It is a good thing for people to have faith, and it is worthy of respect to die for faith, but it is really not necessary.

"Why are you so uneasy..."

Wang Yuan walked forward sadly, pulled the white cloth and gently covered Xuanci's body, then knelt down on the ground and kowtowed a few times.

After playing the game for so long, Wang Yuan has the privileges of players as a player and does not need to worship anyone. Even if Xuanci is his teacher, Wang Yuan just gave a slight salute. At this time, he bent down to worship, as if he had already regarded Xuanci as a close friend, relative, rather than a set of data.

Wang Yuan and Wei Xiaobao are actually the same. The view of right and wrong is also simple. How can there be so many big troubles in your heart? Even if Xuan Ci is so bad, as long as he is good to him, he should respect him.

All the monks in the hall knew Wang Yuan's fierceness and had been targeted by this evil monk. Now that he was so sad, he was moved.

I never expected that this evil monk who did everything was weak.

...

After worshiping Xuan Ci's body, Wang Yuan stood up.

Xuansheng walked out of the side and handed Wang Yuan a letter: "Nephew Wuchi, this is the suicide note left to you by my senior brother."

"Thank you uncle!"

Wang Yuan took the letter and opened it.

I am a ignorant disciple, and I see faith as if I am not. Life is impermanent, and there is a heavenly destiny. It is a disaster for me to make a big mistake for my teacher. Life is a common cause. Life is old, sickness is a common sense of human beings. You must sincerely worship the Buddha, and don’t be sad because of this. If your teacher is not here, no one will protect you. The road to the world is far away, so I hope you will be good at it. Master, Xuanci.

"Why……"

Wang Yuan sighed, solemnly put the letter back into the envelope, then stuffed it into his arms, and walked straight out of the Mainland Palace without saying a word.

"call……"

Seeing that Wang Yuan was about to leave, everyone in the hall breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the plague god was not crazy...

"Immortal!"

Just as Wang Yuan was about to walk out of the Main Hall, Fang Zheng suddenly called out.

"Master Fang Zheng, what else is there?" Wang Yuan turned his head and asked.

"You..." Fang Zheng wanted to speak but stopped, and finally said, "If there is nothing to do, you should stay in the temple!"

"What? As soon as my master died, can you be under house arrest?" Wang Yuan glared.

Although I have never experienced this, I have seen this kind of thing in history. After changing dynasties, isn’t it normal to kill his escorts?

In Wang Yuan's eyes, Fang Zheng was not a bad person, so of course he could not do anything like killing disciples of the sect, but Xuan Ci lost Fang Zheng and asked Wang Yuan to stay in the temple, which really made people doubt his motives.

Fang Zheng was also very smart. He knew what Wang Yuan was thinking, so he patiently said: "Nephew Wuchi, you are my disciple of Senior Brother Xuanci. Although you are different from my faction, you are my senior brother Shaolin Temple. I am for your own good! Senior Brother Xuanci is no longer here. If you have anything outside the temple, I can't help you."

"snort!"

Wang Yuan said: "My master is gone, who can care about me? I will leave as long as I want to see who dares to stop me!"

"Amitabha!"

Fang Zheng said helplessly: "Okay, since you have decided, I dare not stop you. If there is something wrong with the world, I will go back to Shaolin Temple to find me. Brother Xuanci is not here, I will regard you as a personal disciple."

"Thank you for your kindness from Master Fang Zheng!"

After Wang Yuanchong clans the tenth ritual, he was the only one who did not look back at the Great Hall.

Wang Yuan did not doubt the prescription.
To be continued...