Murong Fu glanced at the sweeping monk with a smile. His gaze was calm, yet it seemed to possess immense power, causing the sweeping monk to breathe rapidly and tremble slightly.
"We will do as Young Master Murong says!"
The sweeping monk couldn't hold on any longer; this was the first time he had ever encountered such a powerful figure in Songzhou!
Murong Fu raised an eyebrow slightly and said in a deep voice, "Still calling me Young Master Murong? You won't even address me as Abbot?"
"Amitabha! The abbot has become attached to appearances!"
The sweeping monk chose to bow his head.
Murong Fu nodded in satisfaction and surveyed the monks: "And you? Are you willing to acknowledge me as your abbot?"
The voice was very calm, yet it seemed to be a demonic sound.
The monks' eardrums were ringing, and an invisible force pressed down on them, causing them to kneel involuntarily.
"Greetings, Abbot!"
Forced by circumstances, they chose to yield.
The heroes were stunned. Murong Fu had become the abbot of Shaolin Temple just like that? How could this be so absurd?
Perhaps, this is the true nature of the martial arts world?
Might makes right!
Murong Fu announced loudly, "I hereby declare! Shaolin Temple is to expel all outer and lay disciples! The temple will be closed for a hundred years! Does anyone have any objections?"
The scene was completely silent; everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to speak.
Murong Fu looked at the several senior monks of the Xuan generation and said, "Since you are practicing Buddhism, what use is this martial arts skill to you? Being competitive will only affect your meditation mindset."
As he said this, Murong Fu suddenly unleashed several bursts of true energy.
Pfft!!
Several old monks coughed up blood at the same time, their eyes bloodshot, staring in astonishment at Murong Fu.
This kid actually destroyed their dantian!
So vicious!
"you……"
The sweeping monk, unable to bear it any longer, frowned and said, "How can anyone be convinced by your behavior?"
"I almost forgot, there's also you." Murong Fu looked at the Sweeping Monk and said earnestly, "Sweeping Saint Monk, please abolish your dantian and martial arts, and concentrate on sweeping. This is the great way."
"Fine, fine, fine!" The sweeping monk was furious, his aura exploding wildly as he met Murong Fu's gaze. "I haven't seen such an arrogant young man in a long time!"
The Sweeper Monk, also a late-stage Grandmaster, had accumulated his power over a century, making it even more refined. A phantom image appeared above his head, resembling a god or demon.
"Unfortunately, you've met him now."
Murong Fu shrugged, not to be outdone, and a phantom image of a Kunpeng appeared above his head.
The two forces clashed, like a thousand armies clashing.
The sky has cracked open!
"This is what a Grandmaster is?"
Many grandmasters were stunned. They had thought that the difference between a grandmaster and a great grandmaster was only one word, and that no matter how strong a grandmaster was, how much stronger could they be? Now they had a direct understanding of the difference!
It seems like a century has passed.
It seemed to happen in just a moment.
People lost their sense of time, their minds went blank, and they stared blankly.
until……
puff!
The sweeping monk coughed up blood, blood overflowing from his seven orifices, and a look of horror flashed deep in his eyes.
How could that be!
Absolutely impossible!
The sweeping monk couldn't believe it; how could this kid be stronger than him!
but.
That is the truth.
In the clash of wills, he lost.
Murong Fu's control over the primordial energy of heaven and earth surpasses his!
"Having cultivated Zen for a hundred years, you are still so competitive. Sweeper Monk, you are the negative example." Murong Fu shook his head slightly and said with a serious face, "Amitabha! To prevent you from having any more delusional thoughts in the future, please destroy your dantian!"
The sweeping monk remained silent.
The others remained silent.
Only Murong Fu's voice could be heard in the vast square.
"Not going to make a move? This abbot will lend you a hand."
Murong Fu spoke softly, his invisible aura entering the Sweeper Monk's body.
The sweeping monk convulsed all over, barely managing not to collapse, but more and more blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth, and his dry skin resembled tree bark, with more and more wrinkles.
I don't know how much time passed.
The sweeping monk remained motionless, seemingly no longer breathing.
A monk cautiously checked the sweeping monk's breath and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Has the holy monk passed away?"
"Holy Monk!"
The monks were completely dumbfounded.
This was a grandmaster monk, yet he was killed by Murong Fu!
"Murong Fu, you murderer!"
Several middle-aged monks couldn't help but attack Murong Fu.
"You have committed treason and disobedience! How dare you face the Buddha? You are unworthy to see the Buddha!"
Murong Fu watched them coldly, remaining motionless as they bombarded him.
However, a moment later, they returned all the force of their attack.
This is the shift of time!
"ah!!"
The group screamed and flew backward.
"Amitabha!" Murong Fu chanted a Buddhist prayer, then coldly said, "Then let this abbot send you all to Avici Hell to keep Xuan Ci company."
The words fell.
A phantom image of Buddha appeared above Murong Fu's head. This was formed by the condensation of the primordial energy of heaven and earth, accompanied by chanting. It was like a dream, as if the Buddha had descended to earth.
The Buddha's palm struck out, piercing through the bodies of several people.
Their bodies remained unchanged, but their spirits perished.
"Good, good, good!"
Murong Fu dispelled his illusory form, his face filled with compassion, and said, "I never imagined that Shaolin Temple would become a den of iniquity. If Bodhidharma knew this, he would be extremely disappointed."
"Today, I, the abbot, will cleanse the Buddhist community and purify it!"
Murong Fu said calmly.
Wherever the eye could see, the monks, young and old, bowed their heads in worship, their devout expressions resembling those of someone kneeling before the Buddha.
"Amitabha! Excellent, excellent!"
Murong Fu nodded in satisfaction.
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