Chapter 248 Leave or Stay

After Shangguan Xiong left, Huo Yuanzhen knew that the seven thousand troops would soon come to Shaolin. The latest chapter of the Holy Temple

Maybe it's today!

There are currently more than 300 monks in Shaolin Temple, including more than 240 monks and more than 70 monks in Wen. The oldest one is Yichen who has been sent away by himself. The youngest one is less than seventeen years old.

He is considered young, but Huo Yuanzhen never thought he was young. He was a human being in his two lives and saw through many things. He was still quite old.

After seeing Yichen being taken away, the monks from Shaolin Temple slowly surrounded them from all over the place.

They also know that Shaolin is about to face an unprecedented catastrophe.

In the past, when people from the martial arts world came here, they would use various means to provoke and fight, but those were not enough to shake the foundation of Shaolin.

But now it’s different. These troops will not pay attention to the morality of the world with Shaolin Temple, nor will they play conspiracies with you, but will just kill people with a knife.

Three hundred vs. seven thousand, Shaolin has no chance of winning!

What's more, among these 300 people, those monks who have not been able to learn skill have to be removed, and those ordinary monks who have been in Shaolin for a short time and have not been good at learning.

There are absolutely no more than 200 people who can truly form combat power!

Yikong came to Huo Yuanzhen and sighed, "Abbot, we can't sit and wait for death like this."

"Do you think we're sure to lose?"

Yikong shook his head: "I don't know martial arts and dare not speak nonsense about winning or losing. However, in my opinion, no matter what win or losing, Shaolin Temple will suffer heavy losses. Abbot, I was first built in Shaolin and have just been prosperous. I can't be destroyed by the war!"

Huo Yuanzhen did not answer, but looked at the monks around him.

The people around him didn't say anything and were waiting for Huo Yuanzhen to make a decision, but Huo Yuanzhen could see that most of these people were deeply worried.

They were worried that they would die in this battle with no chance of victory.

Huo Yuan could really understand their feelings. Shaolin's foundation could not be destroyed, but he did not allow Guan Tianzhao's army to break into the temple he built.

Although most of Shaolin's buildings are produced by the system and are extremely strong, if they are ignited and burned, Huo Yuanzhen cannot guarantee that the system buildings will not be burned.

After all, steel can be melted, and there is nothing that can't be destroyed.

Even if these buildings are preserved, what about the other relevant infrastructure in Shaolin?

What else can we keep? The bedrooms, dining halls, back mountain construction, and even the ground, walls, and the plants in the temple will be destroyed.

Huo Yuanzhen couldn't accept such an ending, but what about the fate of the monks?

Huo Yuanzhen decided to give the monks a chance to make a free choice.

"Shaolin disciples, this time it has reached the critical moment of my life and death in Shaolin. This abbot can tell you that if you die in Shaolin, you may not be able to go to the Pure Land of Blissland, let alone go to the Pure Land of Posa. You may die and turn into dust. Although we believe in cause and effect, this abbot cannot even guarantee that you can enter the cycle of reincarnation, because I have never been there."

When the abbot heard that he was still humorous at this time, the Shaolin monks showed a faint bitter smile on their simple faces. Yes, when it was really time to die, who can guarantee where they would go after they die?

Walking slowly into the crowd, people gave way to the crowd anyway.

Walking to the edge of Wanfo Pagoda, Huo Yuanzhen climbed the steps of the pagoda and silently stroked the white marble railings.

The quality of these railings is really good. They are obviously white marble, but there are still no signs of wear and tear.

"I don't ask you to live and die with Shaolin, because this time, it's almost a decisive end. I hope that my Shaolin can preserve my vitality and that everyone can live well. After this matter, Guan Tianzhao's energy will be almost done, so I, Shaolin, will definitely have a prosperous day."

"However, this is a Shaolin built by me, and I cannot leave me."

Huo Yuanzhen spoke, and his eyes swept across the faces of the monk below.

Seeing the abbot's gaze swept, many people lowered their heads in shame. The abbot said that he could not leave anymore. This has shown his attitude. How should he deal with it?

Yijing next to him seemed to open his mouth and talk, but Huo Yuanzhen waved his hand to stop him.

"I believe that Guan Tianzhao's army is coming soon. They have already made a clear goal to come to Shaolin. And once they come, it will definitely be a fierce and crazy battle. If they fail, they will be massacred. So now, my abbot lets you choose freely. I will enter the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda to rest for a while. After a stick of incense, I still choose to stay. Then I have to stay and fight Guan Tianzhao's army. If you choose to leave, please leave Shaolin within one stick of incense. After this time, I will not leave. I will regard it as being automatically left."

After saying that, Huo Yuanzhen lit a stick of incense on the first floor of Wanfo Pagoda, then got up on the second floor by himself, and did not say a word to everyone.

Everyone in Shaolin stood outside the Wanfo Pagoda, looking at me, and I looked at you, but didn't say anything.

In fact, many people have a sense of retreat in their hearts, but they are just waiting for the first person to stand up.

Seeing that no one was talking, as one of the oldest people in Shaolin qualifications, he coughed and was about to speak.

But before he could say it, Yijing said first: "Senior Brother Yikong, you monks cannot go into battle personally. You can stay behind to cook rice and water for us. Never let the monks go up to fight on hungry!"

I was stunned for a moment, "Junior brother..."

"Don't feel embarrassed. Our logistics depend entirely on you, my senior brother."

Yijing and Yikong said a few words, and then said to everyone: "Abbot, Senior Brother Yikong and me. The three of us have been together since the day when Shaolin was first built and have never been separated. If Shaolin is in trouble today, we will not leave."

Yijing said something first, Yikong was a little embarrassed, so he opened his mouth and decided to wait for a while before seeing what others did.

"Amitabha! I was saved by the abbot and entered Shaolin through him. I have long regarded Shaolin as my home. I am also attracted by the abbot and served as the first position of the Arhat Hall. It is hard to be grateful for your grace. Whoever you want to leave, I will definitely not leave!"

Huiwu's voice rang like a bell, and he stood firmly beside Yijing.

"Amitabha! Even eighteen brothers don't leave. It's great to be in Shaolin. Will you still be a thief after you leave?"

After Hui spoke, the eighteen Arhats also walked out of the crowd and came to Yijing's side.

"Officers and soldiers are also humans. They will die if they are on one sword. There is nothing scary."

Afterwards, Hui Jian also came out. At this time, the Sutra Pavilion had been locked and was no longer open to the public. All the scriptures inside were transported out, so no one was guarding it for the time being.

The newly generated scriptures in it are picked up every two days.

As someone took the lead, the monks who were already interested in staying came out one after another, expressing their willingness to stay.

After a while, the team of more than 300 people was divided into two sides, one side was the monks led by Yijing, with about 150 people.

On the one hand, there are monks who are headed by Yikong, and some monks who are weak in strength or are not optimistic about Shaolin's prospects.

The opinions of one of them are very important. He has a high prestige among the monks of literature. How he says he stays, many monks of literature will choose to stay.

If all the monks stayed, then the monk would be embarrassed not to stay.

Seeing Yikong still hesitating, Yikong stepped forward again and said to Yikong: "Senior Brother, the most terrifying thing is not the officers and soldiers. Sometimes, the people around you can still make you reach the Pure Land soon."

"Junior brother...!"

Yikong suddenly found in horror that his junior brother, who had never talked much, had his eyes red and his breathing heavy, as if he was trying hard to suppress his emotions.

What's wrong with him!

And he was threatening himself naked, yes, I believe it all. If he insisted on leaving, he would probably not be able to leave Shaolin today. Before he could meet the officers and soldiers, he would die at the hands of this junior brother.

He sighed deeply, turned around in an idle way, and said to the crowd behind him: "I am willing to stay and boil water and cook for me Shaolin monks. Those who are injured can still heal them. Although I am not good at martial arts, these things can still be done."

Seeing Yikong saying stayed, Huizhen and Huiming also expressed their intention to stay.

In fact, these two people tend to stay in their hearts, but as the leader of the monk, you don’t speak, so you naturally have to wait and see.

All three of them said they had stayed, and most of the monks followed their leader, and immediately people expressed their willingness to stay.

Seeing that the remaining monks were fewer and fewer, the monks finally couldn't bear the face and walked out one after another.

More and more people were willing to stay. In the end, only about forty people were left who had not made a choice.

All of these people think that Shaolin's hope is no longer great and that Juexin will be difficult to be shaken.

Yijing was angry when he saw these people not moving for a long time and wanted to speak. Suddenly, Huo Yuanzhen came out from the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda.

"Abbot, these people..."

Huo Yuanzhen waved his hand and said to Huizhen: "You go and get some scattered silver money and distribute it to these disciples. After all, I will be my Shaolin disciples, so you should not neglect them."

Huizhen nodded and agreed, and immediately went back to get some silver and distributed it to the monks who were determined to leave.

These silver taels given by Huo Yuanzhen were all a little sobbing.

"Amitabha! Everyone, I am not a Shaolin person after leaving me. Although I am about to part, it is not worthy of being a child. I hope you will do it with you!"

After saying that, Huo Yuanzhen turned around and said to everyone: "The time has come, and all Shaolin disciples who are willing to stay must perform their own duties. Next, I will assign a task to everyone."

The people who left began to walk out, and the rest began to study the combat plan.

And just below the mountain, the personal guards of a thousand Guan Tianzhao were almost at the gate of Shaolin Temple!
Chapter completed!