When the nearby servant quarters disciples heard the discussion of the First Ancestor House disciples, they couldn't help but be extremely curious and inquire about Xiao Xun's situation.
When they heard that the disciple sitting in front of the head of the Medicine King's Yard had not cultivated Qi after joining Shaolin for four years, the crowd was in an uproar.
In the square, the disciples of the other halls were also discussing Xiao Xun and guessing his identity.
With the First Ancestor House disciples as the center, some of the trash's deeds related to Xiao Xun were spreading in the entire square at an extremely terrifying speed.
However, many disciples did not believe it.
How could a disciple who was able to sit in front of the Medicine King's Yard's Head of Department not be able to sense Qi after four years of cultivation?
Xiao Xun's popularity overshadowed this battle exchange in an instant. All the disciples in the large square were talking about Xiao Xun.
When the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Xuan Zheng, led the six guests into the passageway on the right side of the square, the group of people heard all about Xiao Xun's deeds.
This made Xuan Zheng and the others extremely surprised.
After Fang Zhang Xuan Zheng ascended the stage, the noise in the square gradually died down.
Including Xiao Xun, everyone on the martial arts stage stood up to welcome Xuanzheng.
"There's no need to be so polite.”Xuan Zheng said.
As everyone sat down, Xiao Xun glanced at the few guests beside Abbot Xuanzheng.
There were a total of six people.
A middle-aged man with a sorrowful expression was holding an erhu in his hand. Behind him was a young man in black clothes with a long saber on his back.
Next, there was a square-faced middle-aged man in embroidered clothes who looked rather dignified. Behind him was a jade-faced young man with a smile on his face.
There was also a dignified woman dressed as a Daoist nun. She looked to be in her thirties and was extremely beautiful. She was so beautiful that she attracted the attention of most monks.
Behind her was a bright-eyed young girl in a white Daoist robe. She was exceptionally charming and looked like a beauty.
There was a wooden sword on the girl's back.
"Women can enter Shaolin too?"
Xiao Xun cursed silently. This was the first time he had seen a woman since he came to this world, and it was such a good-looking woman.
When Xiao Xun stole a glance at these people, these people's gazes were also vaguely placed on him.
After Xuanzheng arranged for the six people to sit down, he stood in front of everyone with his staff in hand and faced the square.
For a moment, the entire Arhat Hall was silent.
Everyone's gaze was focused on Xuan Zheng.
"Amitabha."
Xuanzheng first chanted the name of Buddha. His voice was like rolling thunder, resounding in every corner of the Arhat Hall.
"What profound power."
Xiao Xun thought to himself.
In fact, he only felt that Xuan Zheng's voice was very loud, but he did not feel the existence of any power.
However, in his imagination, Xuan Zheng must have used a lot of zhenqi.
The truth was just as Xiao Xun had thought.
Xuanzheng's 'Amitabha Buddha' was filled with the power of the Buddhist Lion's Roar and had the effect of shocking people.
After that, Xuanzheng gave a formal speech. He first lamented the passing of time. Every year on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Shaolin would hold such a grand meeting.
Following that, he humbly expressed the superficial Shaolin martial arts. It was Shaolin's honor that these secular disciples could come to Shaolin to learn martial arts...
Just as Xiao Xun could not help but secretly complain, Xuan Zheng changed the topic and mentioned the disaster that Shaolin had encountered a few days ago. He said that Shaolin would definitely investigate thoroughly and find out the person behind the scenes.
Regarding this point.
Xiao Xun was also quite curious.
One had to know that Shaolin in this world was one of the four holy lands of Buddhism. There were countless experts in the temple.
For example, the Eccentric of Spring and Autumn, although he was famous in the martial world, he was obviously not powerful enough to provoke Shaolin.
Otherwise, he would not have been captured alive.
There was definitely someone behind the Spring Autumn Eccentric.
Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard Xuan Zheng mention Xuan Lian. Xiao Xun was shocked. He looked around and saw two black-robed martial monks walking over with Xuan Lian on their backs.
"The country has its laws, and the temple has its rules."
Abbot Xuanzheng's expression was solemn as he said," Since ancient times, any sect, gang, aristocratic family, or monastery in the world will inevitably have unworthy disciples.
Shaolin was a place of pure Buddhist cultivation and had a thousand years of reputation. It would never bend the law for any disciple.
Xuan Lian had committed the crime of killing, fornication, and theft in succession, betraying the sect…
Junior Brother Xuan Jie, you are the Chief of Commandment Yard. According to the commandments of our temple, how should you punish Xuan Lian?”
"According to the precepts, you will be punished with a hundred strokes of the cane, and you will be expelled from the temple.”
Xuan Jie, the head of the Discipline Hall, stood up and said.
Xuan Lian's face was ashen and his eyes were devoid of light.
"Since that's the case, law-enforcement monk, punish me with a hundred strokes of the Black Lotus Staff.”Xuan Zheng ordered indifferently.
"Yes." Two cold-faced monks in black monk robes walked behind Xuan Lian with staffs in their hands.
Under the support of the two black-robed monks, Xuan Lian faced the square and knelt on the ground.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The law-enforcement monk hit Xuan Lian's back and buttocks with his rod. A dull sound echoed in the quiet square.
Xuan Lian gritted his teeth and secretly circulated his Genuine Qi to resist.
Xiao Xun looked on indifferently, his heart unperturbed.
Now, he had already come to his senses.
Obsession!
This old thing had violated the precepts of adultery.
Killing intent and disgust filled his heart.
At the same time, he vaguely understood why Xuan Chi had asked him to sit here.
After a hundred strokes, the skin on Xuan Lian's back was torn open, and his monk robes were dyed red.
However, Xuan Lian gritted his teeth and did not make a sound.
Of course, the main reason was that he had been using his True Qi to defend himself.
"Abolish the Black Lotus Martial Arts." Xuan Zheng said indifferently.
"Yes." The Commandment Yard's Chief, Xuan Jie, stood up and walked behind Xuan Lian. He struck his palm at Xuan Lian's back.
"Puff ~!"
Xuan Lian, who hadn't spoken even after receiving a hundred strokes of the rod, spat out blood under Xuan Jie's palm. His expression became dispirited and his entire body collapsed in front of him.
"Expel from the temple." Xuan Zheng spoke again.
"Yes." The two black-robed monks carried Xuan Lian and left.
Xuan Lian endured the intense pain and the intense feeling of weakness as he turned around to look at Xiao Xun. His eyes were filled with resentment.
Xiao Xunhui's indifferent gaze was calm and cold.
Whispers rang out in the square.
Xuan Zheng waited quietly for a while and said again,""Shaolin Temple is the pure land of Buddhism. Anyone who breaks the precepts will be punished, even this old monk…"
After a few words of encouragement and warning.
Xuan Zheng brought the topic back to the battle exchange.
For a moment, everyone's gaze gradually shifted to where the secular disciples were.
The real main characters today were these secular disciples.
Among them, Qiao Song was the most dazzling, followed by Little Vajra Luo Tianqi.
Xiao Xun also couldn't help but glance at Qiao Song and realized that Qiao Song and Little King Kong seemed to be looking at him.
For a moment, he was a little stunned.
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