"Ouch! How brave you are! How dare you attack the gang leader?"

One of them was a clown-like man with a tall hat and thick makeup on his face. He was waving a small fan in his hand, dancing and screaming.

Next to him was the leader of the Tianxiahui, Xiongba, who was wearing a purple satin robe with nine dragon gold threads.

Everyone who saw him knelt down in fear.

Except for one person, they stood in front of others with their heads held high.

"Huh? You are so brave!"

The clown-like man trotted over with his waist twisted, pointed at him with a small fan and asked: "Who are you? Why don't you kneel down when you see the gang leader!"

"My name is Duanlang! The son of Nanlin Swordshead!"

Little Duanlang raised his head stubbornly.

The clown man's eyes were slightly startled, and he turned back to look at Xiong Ba, only to see that his face was as dark as water.

I was startled again, and continued to ask as if interrupting: "You two are very unfamiliar, you are both new here? What are your names?"

"My name is Nie Feng."

"Bu Jingyun."

Xiong Ba was about to leave, but when he heard these two names, he suddenly stopped.

Looking back at Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun, they rolled up their sleeves and left.

"Ouch! You guys, just wait to die!"

The clown man pointed at the children, jumped up, and trotted after them.

Several people looked at each other, all worried.

The next few days were spent in fear.

Until that day, Xiong Ba suddenly summoned his gang, including young children like them.

Located on the top of the Tianshan Mountains, in the mist and clouds, in front of the First Building in the World is a vast martial arts arena.

Xiong Ba stood on the nearly a thousand steps in front of the First Floor of the World and declared with high spirits: "The Tianxiahui is now powerful in the world, and my grand goal of unifying the world is not far away."

"However, I only have Qin Shuang as my disciple, which is too weak. Therefore, I will accept two more people as my disciples."

There was a kind of joy in the eyes that looked down upon the world, sweeping across the countless people in the world below: "Bu Jingyun, Nie Feng! From today on, you two are my disciples of the tyrant!"

"Oh, what a happy event, what a great happy event!"

The tall-hatted clown who had been accompanying him smiled exaggeratedly, waved a small fan and ran to the steps: "Why don't you two kneel down quickly! All kneel down!"

"Greetings, Master! Greetings, Master!"

"Congratulations to the gang leader! The gang leader has great ambitions to unify the world! I am the only one in heaven and on earth!"

Countless members of the gang knelt down in unison, the sound shook the sky, and the surrounding smoke was dispersed by bursts of shouts.

Among these countless people, there is still one person who stands erect with his head held high, which is extremely eye-catching.

"Huh? You are so brave! Why don't you kneel down!"

The clown man's expression changed, and when Xiong Ba narrowed his eyes, he trotted over and Xiao Fan almost poked Xiao Duanlang in the face and screamed.

Xiao Duanlang frowned: "I'm not convinced! I joined the Tianxiahui together with them, why did they choose them alone and not me!"

"Oh! The leader of the gang still needs reasons for what he says and does? Does he still need to explain to a mere kid like you?"

The clown man smiled sinisterly and said: "I remember, your name is Duan Lang, right?"

"That's right! I am Duan Lang!"

"Hehehe, you are the son of Nanlin Swordshead, right? Well, I will give you two ways now, either go to the lower house and become a servant, or die now! Which one do you want to choose? A servant or a dead person?"

Little Duanlang still stiffened his neck, pouted, and his little chest kept rising and falling.

Nie Feng, who was kneeling next to him, gently pulled on his clothes, but Xiao Duanlang ignored it. He just wanted to carry it on at all costs so as to live up to his father's reputation.

At this moment, a gentle voice suddenly echoed in my heart: "The cause of all suffering is greed and desire. All troubles arise because of ignorance. Don't let the two poisons of greed and ignorance pollute your original mind."

Somehow, my heart calmed down.

His little face was tangled, a trace of humiliation flashed in his eyes, and he finally slowly knelt down and lay on the ground to prevent others from seeing the tears in his eyes: "I am willing to be a servant."

"Hey hey hey,"

The clown man smiled proudly: "You will be punished by kneeling here all night."

"Everyone else, please leave!"

"Yes! The gang leader has great ambitions to unify the world! I am the only one in heaven and on earth!"

On the steps, Xiongba showed a smile, and the murderous intention in his heart disappeared.

With a wave of his robe sleeves, he turned around and walked into the tallest building in the world.

midnight.

A young figure was still kneeling in the martial arts arena, his small body trembling.

How can a child of just a few years old bear the cold wind at the top of the Tianshan Mountains?

Especially late at night.

I'm afraid he will freeze into an ice sculpture before dawn.

Even so, Little Duanlang still stubbornly straightened his young shoulders and gritted his teeth.

"If one day you want to leave Tianxiahui, go to Shaolin Temple to find me."

When he was so cold that his consciousness was almost blurred, that gentle voice suddenly sounded in his heart again.

"Bald Uncle"

He remembered the voice that had sounded once today, and the voice that seemed to be whispering in his ear when he was being led by Xiong Ba.

It was only then that I realized that it was the voice of the bald man I had met once at the knee of the Buddha and in front of Lingyun Cave.

It's the bald man helping him

"Bald man, thank you"

Xiao Duanlang wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.

"I can't lose my father's reputation. I have to rely on myself. I will definitely let the gang leader see me and see that I am no worse than them in Duanlang!"

"Breaking waves!"

A childish voice suddenly came, and two small figures ran out of the night.

"Nie Feng? Why are you here?"

"I'm here to bring you clothes, otherwise you will freeze to death!"

Little Nie Feng took a thick fur from the little girl's hand and put it on Little Duanlang.

He is a member of the gang and his treatment is much better than before.

Kong Ci, the little girl's former playmate, was also assigned to serve as a maid by his side.

Xiao Duanlang pinched the fur, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Thank you, Nie Feng."

"We are friends, aren't we?"

Xiao Duanlang nodded heavily: "Yes! Nie Feng, you are my only friend!"

"whee!"

In front of the Shaolin Temple, the bald man still fell down on the stone steps.

This is already the twelfth day.

The temple door has still not been opened.

Sensing the old monk who had just hid in the corner and was walking back after peeping, Chen Yi was speechless.

Although he can continue to sit down until eternity

But he didn't want to waste any more time, so he started chanting sutras.

Whispering chants flowed out of his mouth like water.

The Heart Sutra scriptures are like a trickle, gradually gathering and surging like a tide.

"Look! He's glowing!"

The bald people who were climbing on the wall to watch the excitement suddenly exclaimed.

"lotus!"

The golden light is like water, accompanied by the sound of chanting sutras, as if the sutra culture has become a substance, lingering around the whole body.

There seemed to be phantoms of lotuses blooming in the void around him.

The land in front of the temple gate, which is more than ten feet in diameter, seems to have turned into a piece of golden Buddha land.
To be continued...