History’s Strongest Shopkeeper - Chapter 281

[281. Chapter 280: Black Gun]

Confucius looked at the Confucians and Legalists who were fighting fiercely, and hurried to Huaxia University, and Li Kui and the others followed.

However, some visitors to the Wanjie Building who were not from the three religions looked at the Confucian and Legalist masters on the screen with some confusion.

They didn’t know how to face the celebrity in their minds.

Just like people in the martial arts world like Yue Buqun, before they entered the Wanjie Tower, they all respected and admired the sages of hundreds of schools of thought such as Mencius, Shang Yang, and Han Feizi.

But after entering the Ten Thousand Realms Tower, being powerful makes it easier for others to respect you.

But people like Confucius, Laozi, and Guiguzi are not very strong at all.

Compared with people like Yue Buqun who came in early, there is still some gap.

This makes them feel very conflicted about the attitude of these sages from hundreds of schools of thought.

At this time, Monk Yuanzhen was also uneasy. Behind him, there were about twenty monks from Shaolin Temple, but they were all young monks.

Some older monks were deliberately avoided by him.

Young monks are easy to fool, but those older monks are all cunning and cunning. Monk Yuanzhen has no confidence in instigating them.

Every status of a young monk who can travel to all realms is extraordinary.

They are either the direct disciples of the first Shaolin Temple, or the direct disciples of the abbot of the Shaolin Temple.

The more ordinary and weak the Shaolin Temple disciples look, the deeper their backgrounds are.

“That’s them, I’ll go talk to them.” Monk Yuanzhen looked solemn and pointed at a few Confucian disciples in the battle.

The other young monks in the Shaolin Temple all agreed. Master Yuanzhen is really an accomplished monk.

Even though he was beaten like that, he could still be merciful and merciful.

However, Monk Yuanzhen, a young monk from Shaolin Temple, had already been bewitched by Monk Yuanzhen. He was so angry that he rushed into the fighting crowd without hesitation and attacked the Confucian disciples.

Several young monks were beaten to death as soon as they entered the fighting area.

The characteristics of the bald head are so obvious that there is no need to worry about hitting the wrong person.

Moreover, hundreds of disciples don’t think much of the Shaolin Temple monks at all, and even vaguely reject them.

Monk Yuanzhen rushed into the battle zone with a look of grief and anger, but his heart was filled with joy.

If the master of Legalism now complains, no one in the Shaolin Temple will believe him.

Monk Yuanzhen did not fight back at all, and looked like he was trying to influence Confucian and Legalist disciples.

The other young monks who were still hesitant rushed into the fighting area after seeing how miserable the previous young monk and Monk Yuanzhen were beaten.

Confucianism and Legalism are still somewhat reserved in their confrontation.

Because the relationship between the two parties has already passed with the passage of time. You have me, and I have you.

The ones who fought the most fiercely on both sides were the direct disciples of Mencius and Xunzi.

But it is different when the monks from Shaolin Temple join.

Whether they are supporters of the theory of good nature or supporters of the theory of evil nature, they don’t know which side Shaolin Temple supports.

And these young monks in Shaolin Temple didn’t see clearly who Monk Yuanzhen was referring to.

When they saw someone attacking them, these young monks fought back.

As a result, both the supporters of the theory of good nature and the supporters of the theory of evil nature attacked the monks around them.

Soon, each of the young monks was beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, and some even had shoe prints stamped on their faces.

Some monks watching on the big screen suddenly became angry.

“Isn’t the one whose front teeth were knocked out the abbot’s most beloved disciple?”

“The one with three shoe marks on his face, isn’t he the nephew of the head of Bodhidharma Hall?”

“The one whose head was beaten all over, Isn’t he the son of the leader of the Discipline Hall before he became a monk?”

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The eminent monks from Shaolin Temple rushed towards Huaxia University one by one.

Both the abbot and the chief are the real powerful people in Shaolin Temple.

If they find themselves refusing to save them, they may have a difficult life in the future.

Confucius, who rushed towards Huaxia University, looked anxious. This was no longer an internal conflict within Confucianism.

Now there are Legalists and Buddhists, two powerful forces, who are at war with Confucianism.

Coupled with the internal contradictions of Confucianism, Confucius felt a headache.

Li Kui and I looked relaxed.

“The fourth ancestor of Buddhism, Daoxin, was beaten!”

Zhou Yang stood in the crowd outside with a look on his face.

These Confucian and Legalist disciples, in addition to attacking the other side of the debate, would attack a bald person whenever they saw one.

Fourth Patriarch Daoxin was not tall to begin with, and he had a popular face, so he wanted to stop the fight.

As a result, a Confucian disciple who was beaten into panda eyes by a Buddhist disciple saw a bald head in front of him. He held down the bald head of the Fourth Patriarch Daoxin and beat him fiercely.

Seeing how the Fourth Patriarch Daoxin was beaten so miserably, some monks who believed in the profoundness of Buddhism could no longer calm down and rushed inside one after another.

“Everyone, please be quiet. We have something to discuss. No matter what your views are, we should seek common ground while reserving differences…” Confucius was a little out of breath, stopped outside the room, breathed a sigh of relief, and said loudly.

Fortunately, we can still control the situation now.

But before he could finish his words, two Shaolin Temple monks were knocked away and pinned beneath him.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! ·······

Some Confucian disciples suddenly became angry when they found Confucius being pinned down by the Shaolin Temple monk.

Abbot Xuanci was walking out of the supermarket, holding a few crystal emerald Buddhas with a smile on his face. He could take them back and use them as treasures of the Shaolin Temple.

“Bang!”

Several Confucian disciples silently rushed towards Abbot Xuanci, pressing Abbot Xuanci under them.

As a heavyweight in the Shaolin Temple, the sweeping monk was frantically chased and beaten by dozens of Confucian disciples.

The sweeping monk relied on his powerful Qinggong to finally get rid of all the Confucian disciples.

Zhuangzi and Yuan Tiangang were sipping a cup of Pu’er tea and looking leisurely at the ongoing battle between Confucianism, Legalism and Shaolin Temple on the screen.

“It’s really exciting!” Yuan Tiangang suppressed his laughter, especially when he saw Confucius being pinned down by several young monks from the Shaolin Temple.

Zhuangzi on the side shook his head.

“Bang!”

Before Zhuangzi could react, he was kicked to the ground.

“These are the scholars who beat the abbot of our Shaolin Temple. Beat me.” The head of the Bodhidharma Hall in the Shaolin Temple quietly lurked behind Zhuangzi, kicked him to the ground, and shouted loudly to the Shaolin Temple monks behind him. said.

“Call someone! Call someone! Call someone quickly!” Zhuangzi only let out a shrill scream before being surrounded by monks from the Shaolin Temple.

Yuan Tiangang on the side looked at the miserable Zhuangzi, quickly pulled out a signal bomb from his arms and fired it into the sky.

In just a minute, dozens of Taoists arrived. Some were flying in the air, some were flying with swords, and some were leaping on the building. They came quickly.

After a while, more than a dozen Shaolin Temple monks were surrounded.

“Save Zhuangzi!” Yuan Tiangang, who was beaten by three people, pointed at Zhuangzi who was beaten first and said anxiously.

Zhuangzi’s clothes were relatively casual, similar to Confucian robes, and he was the target of attack by the Shaolin Temple monks.

The other Taoist heirs looked shocked. Zhuangzi was the second in command of the Taoist family.

Even their second-in-command dared to hit them, and each one of them hit the monks of Shaolin Temple with angry expressions on their faces.

“Bang! Beat me hard! It was these monks who led the practice who beat Master Dong.” A Confucian disciple kicked Jesus to the ground from behind. These insidious monks actually stepped on Dong Zhongshu’s face. footprint.

After the treatment, I realized something was wrong. Although the clothes were similar, it seemed that the Indian monks had short hair and they were not Caucasian.

“They’ve all been beaten. It’s bad luck for them!” The Confucian disciple shook his head and didn’t even look at who was kicked to the ground by him.

“Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Are you okay?” The two disciples of Jesus trembled. Only after seeing a group of Confucian disciples leaving did they dare to get up from the ground.

Looking at the two front teeth that fell on the ground, these scholars were so cruel that they asked the church to send a crusade to destroy the countries of these scholars when they returned home.

Zhou Yang did not stop these battles. As long as no lives were lost, they could fight however they liked.

However, the scope of the impact was somewhat beyond Zhou Yang’s expectation.

What started as internal fighting among Confucians gradually spread to a wider and wider scope,

from Legalism to Buddhism, to Taoism, and even Yue Buqun, who was wearing a Confucian robe, was attacked by Islam. Black hands.

The battle lasted for two full hours. Under the protection of disciples from each faction, the heads of the hundreds of families who were seriously injured were carried to the big hotels where they lived.

Everyone looked around nervously, fearing that a gunman might walk out around the corner.

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