At dawn, the east gradually showed whiteness, and the bright star of Qi quietly melted behind the scenes of the sky, indicating that a new day is coming.

The sun rose from the east horizon, shining pale and weakly. When the cold wind passed by, yellow leaves fluttered and fluttered in the wind. This morning in Shaolin Temple seemed even colder than usual. A lonely figure in the square was silently sweeping these disobedient leaves, while looking around from time to time. It seemed that he was waiting, looking forward to something.

As the lowest-generation disciple who only joined Shaolin Temple not long ago, Xu Chen could only take some simple sect tasks such as chopping wood and carrying water with other disciples of his peers every day, and then instantly consumed the little pitiful potential that he had gained from a day of hard work. The players who only joined Shaolin Temple were all reincarnated in other sects who were unsatisfied and committed suicide and deleted their accounts. Xu Chen was naturally no exception.

"Why are you still sweeping the floor here? Why don't you leave here quickly!"

At some point, a shout suddenly came from behind. Xu Chen, who was sweeping the floor and was not frightened by the sudden shout. He stood up slowly and turned around slowly. After looking at the man opposite intently, he said in a humble manner: "See Elder Gengdu Tian, ​​Xia Xu Chen, just took the task to sweep the floor in the square. I wonder what the elder has to teach me?"

Du Tian, ​​the Sixth Patriarch's Hall, looked at Xu Chen with contempt, and then stopped looking at him. He just sneered impatiently: "No wonder, I just wanted to kill myself and delete the number before I joined the sweeping monk of this sect. Naturally, I don't know what this sect is doing today. "I'll explain to you. The disciples of each academies are about to gather here. I'll order you to leave here quickly, so as not to be mistaken for spies at the time. You can't afford to take it."

Xu Chen seemed not to take Du Tian, ​​who was six seniors higher than him seriously, and responded indifferently: "But my sweeping mission has not been completed yet. If the mission time is over, even if the mission fails, the contribution of the sect will be reduced. It is better for you to gather yours and sweep my floor, and I will not affect my floor." Du Tian didn't expect a novice who was almost Bai Ding to dare to talk to him like this, and his face immediately turned cold. After taking Xu Chen again, he said: "No matter how awesome you were before you committed suicide and deleted your account, since you committed suicide and deleted your account, you went to Shaolin Temple again, you were shocked and you would be on your way to me. If you were a dragon, you would be shocked and put on me. If you were a tiger, you would have to lie down. Now I ordered you as the elder of Shaolin Temple and get out of the distance!"

Xu Chen didn't say anything, but he just looked at Du Tian with a funny look and continued to sweep the ground. Obviously, he regarded Du Tian on the side as air. Du Tian had been in Shaolin Temple for so long and had never encountered such a situation. A ball of nameless anger suddenly surged into his heart. With a "huh", he kicked Xu Chen's buttocks. It was a move in Shaolin's legs. Although it was not very powerful and not fatal, it was the most effective to deal with those younger generations who were disobedient and had extremely poor martial arts skills. At least it could kick people and eat shit.

Unexpectedly, Xu Chen, who seemed to be Bai Ding, moved half a step to the side strangely at the moment Du Tian made a move, and easily avoided Du Tian's attack. Seeing that the expected scene of dog biting and eating shit did not appear, Du Tian couldn't help but exclaim. He thought that the disciple of the Xu generation in front of him was indeed strange. Could it be that he had accidentally caught a spy?

As one of the eighteen elders of Shaolin Temple, Du Tian asked himself that his martial arts are not weak. Even if he uses the primary martial arts, Shaolin's legs, it is extremely difficult for ordinary people to avoid it, not to mention a disciple of the Xu generation who has just entered Shaolin Temple. So if the person in front of him is not pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, then he is a spy he sent to disguise as a master. After all, it is impossible for a newcomer to have such a physical strength in such a short time, and the time for assembly is approaching. If the matter cannot be investigated clearly, it may affect the next action plan.

Mindfulness and here, Xu Chen, who was avoiding Dutian's attack, said breathlessly: "Why did the elder pull off his face and face a newcomer who had just joined Shaolin Temple? Wouldn't it be a joke if you tell this? I just wanted to finish the sweeping mission with peace of mind and leave. The elder also came from the newcomer. You also know the difficulties of the newcomer, why do you have to be unable to get along with me?"

After hearing this, Du Tian, ​​who was suspected that Xu Chen might be a spy, felt that he was overly worried. If the other party was really a spy, he would definitely not say such words. He would not have deliberately attracted his attention before. Moreover, the other party was panting, obviously because Caiwang consumed a lot of internal strength to avoid his kick. Only the newcomer would have insufficient internal strength due to a little movement. After thinking about this section, Du Tian looked a little slow and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? Are you really a disciple of my sect?"

"If you want to change it!" Xu Chen smiled bitterly, "I am just a newcomer who joins Shaolin Temple. With the little foundation accumulated in my previous life, I will naturally not be as unbearable as the newcomer at the beginning of the game. However, even so, with the current strength, what trouble can you cause to you? I know that this sect will be doing something with the Songshan sect. At best, I am a sweeping monk who does odd jobs in Shaolin Temple. I just want to watch the fun nearby later. I hope the elders can focus on the important affairs of this sect and don't be unable to get along with me, a person who is not open to the eyes."

Xu Chen's words were neither arrogant nor humble, but they fully satisfied Du Tian's vanity, so Du Tian's attitude towards Xu Chen also improved a lot. After considering it for half a second, he said, "Since that's the case, I'll just let you go, but don't blame me for not reminding you. If there are too many people later, it's hard to guarantee that someone will cause trouble for you. I won't say anything to you at that time.

Xu Chen looked at Du Tian gratefully, and gave up and said, "That's natural. Anyway, I've already committed suicide and deleted my number. Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who are wearing shoes. I have nothing to be afraid of."

Before he finished speaking, a magnificent bell sound came from the southeast bell tower. Along with the bells, there were also the dense drum sounds coming from the southwest drum tower. In an instant, the bells and drums were heard. The temple suddenly became lively. All buildings, streets, squares, and forests began to refresh the vicious monk soldiers, and began to patrol the temple according to the established route. Chen time had arrived.

As soon as the bell and drum sound net fell, he heard the Buddhist lion roar from the abbot of Shaolin Temple hanging from the Taoist temple. The sound was extremely loud and could be heard everywhere in the temple, but it would not hurt people's mind: "Everyone obeyed the order, and all the elders led the monks of the headquarters to gather in the central square in front of the gate of the Main Hall according to the number assigned last night, and took the group to the central square in front of the Great Hall!"

Under the order, all the people who had already arranged it last night began to gather in an organized manner in the central square of Shaolin Temple where Xu Chen was. For a moment, countless Shaolin Temple players dressed in monk costumes walked out of their respective Zen rooms and monks' houses. The corridor paths, side halls, and altars were filled with crowds. Shaolin Temple, which seemed desolate and deserted, suddenly showed a scene of crowds!

Soon, the originally extremely empty central square where Xu Chen was located was filled with rows of monks who broke the precepts. Looking at the expressions of these monks who broke the precepts in the square, some were extremely excited, some were in a daze, some were gritting their teeth, and some were gloomy and silent. Everyone knew where they were about to go and what they were going to do. They were mentally prepared for this and looked forward to fighting hard in this battle. The reason why there were so many emotions mixed in was that these monks who broke the precepts thought of their past experiences.

Since he was a monk who broke the precepts, he naturally could not worship him under the throne of Bodhidharma because he had broken the precepts and became a disciple of Bodhidharma to learn Bodhidharma's unique martial arts. However, these people had different experiences in breaking the precepts. Some people accidentally killed people without taking good strength in the fight, some were deliberately framed by others, some were instantly hot-headed and killed people, and some were even more unfair, without knowing the relevant settings of the game. Afterwards, it was nowhere to be done.

But no matter what the reason is to break the precepts, all monks breaking the precepts have the characteristics of a total of months. They are deeply resentful!

In terms of martial arts, the special existence of the monks who break the precepts are naturally not as good as those Shaolin disciples who have not broken the precepts and can learn top martial arts in the sect. However, in terms of resentment, even ordinary monks who have been suppressed by various precepts for a long time are not as good as them. The so-called familiarity is once and twice. Shaolin disciples who have never broken the precepts can always be restrained, but once they break the precepts, they will be out of control. Almost every monk who breaks the precepts will convert the resentment and anger that cannot be worshipped under the throne of the Bodhidharma into murderous aura like a broken candle. Therefore, killing people is much more crazy and barbaric than ordinary Shaolin disciples. According to their own words, it is difficult for them to live by themselves, and others should not think about it!

It is conceivable that what kind of strange atmosphere would be like if so many monks with deep resentment gathered in the central square? At this time, it seemed that a resentment condensed in the sky above the square and circled. He had said before that, Xu Chen, who was barefoot and was not afraid of shoes, saw so many monks with resentment full of resentment, and was turned into a cold wind and tongue. He felt cold sweat. He thought that if these butchers rushed to the base of the Songshan Sect, the scene would probably be extremely bloody. This reminded him of a joke about Shaolin players. Shaolin disciples generally do not kill people, but they are not humans when they kill people.

Xu Chen, who stood among these butchers, could not describe how unique he was at this time, but he was definitely the most conspicuous person in the square. All the monks around him stared at him with malicious intentions, as if they wanted to pull him out and swallow him alive and sacrifice the flag.

Fortunately, when Xu Chen regretted staying here and was about to hit him to death on the floor so as not to be humiliated by the butchers who killed people without blinking, Dao Cao, who came to the receiving team, recognized Xu Chen's appearance at a glance, quickly pulled him out of the crowd and took him aside. He sent a voice in a secret voice with disbelief: "You, are you Jian Chen? Jian Chen, the disciple of the Huashan Sect?"
Chapter completed!