chapter 137

 Wenshu Yuan Abbot Guang Liang, Hengdao Sect An Ruyun, Wujian Villa Lao Zhuangzhu, Ji Yuan, Nangong Family Head Nangong Wentian.

There was also the City Lord Jin Mofu, as well as the Tranquil Martial Ruler.

These powerhouses of Tian Bei City were all thinking about how to protect themselves in this crisis.

Some were for the sake of their sects, some were for the sake of their legacies, and some were for the sake of their own careers or their own lives.

Some were protecting their own safety.

The Tranquil Martial Ruler thought that the high monks of Wenshu Yuan would stay behind to buy time for the citizens to evacuate and wait for reinforcements from the imperial court to arrive.

He was also thinking from his own point of view, considering his own future.

As for Wenshu Yuan Abbot Guang Liang, he wanted to preserve his strength and directly evacuate, leaving this mess to the imperial court.

As for the safety of the citizens of the city.

It was directly ignored by Guang Liang.

It was clear that the Sect's inheritance was still more important to Guang Liang than the safety of the citizens of the city.

When it came to the life and death of the Sect.

It was clear that this high monk was not that selfless, that compassionate and compassionate towards the people of the world.

Wenshu Yuan Abbot Guang Liang directly brought out Shaolin.

Using a method of flattery to kill.

Shaolin was the number one sect of the TianBei City Martial Alliance. Shaolin was the leader of the TianBei City Martial Alliance.

He loudly declared that he wanted to worship Shaolin.

Adding in the Nangong family and Heng Dao Sect's support.

He was trying to use Shaolin Temple as an excuse to slip away.

As for Shaolin, whether he could stand up and take responsibility, whether he had the ability to take responsibility, these were not within their scope of consideration.

They could smoothly evacuate and let the Sect protect themselves. They had never considered the safety of the citizens of the city.

In the face of such insidious flattery.

To everyone's surprise, Xuanxin stood out without saying a word.

He walked forward.

Wearing an embroidered kasaya and holding a noble nine-ringed monk staff, Xuanxin's back was so imposing.

It was so sacred.

That kind of shocking sight.

The direction Xuanxin was heading towards was a hell filled with the aura of death. It was an abyss filled with ghostly aura and demonic aura.

The Bronze Ghost Mask was extremely frightening. Waves of ghostly wails and howls made one's scalp go numb.

Xuanxin left without saying a word.

His steps were so firm.

He was so fearless.

The Calm Martial Ruler, Guang Liang, Ji Yuan, An Ruyun, Nangong Wentian, Jin Mofu, and the group of senior monks that had withdrawn.

He was stunned.

"Amitabha."

The eldest disciple Wuzhen and the third generation disciple Wuneng clasped their hands together and chanted.

Only as Shaolin's disciples, they could understand the abbot.

They also believed that the Abbot had the ability to resolve this calamity. He had the ability to turn the tide and save Tian Bei City.

The most important thing was that they believed that even if the abbot didn't have the ability to resolve this calamity.

They would also move forward courageously and stand up fearlessly.

This was Shaolin and this was the abbot, Xuanxin.

Shaolin's dharma and Shaolin's spirit.

Wuzhen and Wuneng's faces were filled with incomparable reverence.

For the safety of the citizens of the city, it didn't matter if Shaolin's disciples died.

"Master Xuanxin, quickly come back. Don't make unnecessary sacrifices."

"You ….. This is not something you can solve ….."

The Calm Martial Ruler was shocked and his heart took in a cold breath. He never thought that Xuanxin would truly stand out.

He left without saying a word.

At this moment, his respect for Xuanxin and Shaolin had reached an unimaginable height.

Responsibility, responsibility, only Shaolin could do it.

But the problem was that this calamity could only be resolved by the imperial court.

No matter how profound your Dharma is, your martial arts strength is too weak.

It was useless.

Xuanxin was only at the Xiantian Full Circle. Facing this calamity, his strength was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Even the Calm Martial Ruler, whose martial arts strength far surpassed Xuanxin's, did not dare to go forward like this.

If Xuanxin went forward like this, it would mean that he had sacrificed himself in vain.

"Amitabha."

"Abbot Xuanxin, the leader of the Martial Arts Federation, this poor monk Guang Liang is ashamed of his inferiority."

Guang Liang couldn't help but sigh in admiration. Even if Xuanxin didn't have the ability.

But at the critical moment, he still had the courage to stand up and take responsibility.

Xuanxin's behavior was in sharp contrast to his self-preservation and his way of praising Shaolin.

It was as hot as a slap to his face.

He couldn't help but feel a trace of shame in his heart.

He, Guang Liang, and the eminent monks of Wenshu Yuan, clearly had the ability to buy time for the people of the city to evacuate.

But in order to protect themselves, for the sake of the Sect's legacy.

He didn't dare …

On the contrary, the shameless one was Shaolin, who had no ability and strength.

He was brought up and praised.

It also proved that he didn't care about the people or the common people.

On the other hand, although Shaolin Temple had been praised, Xuan Xin had stood out without saying a word.

He walked up fearlessly.

He proved that he didn't hesitate to die for the sake of the people of the city!

"He actually went?"

"Silly, is he so impulsive?"

"Is he stupid?"

"Isn't he going to die in vain?"

"Is he so honest? Does he really think of himself as the leader of the TianBei City Martial Alliance? "

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The head of the Nangong family, Nangong Wentian, Hengdao Sect An Ruyun, and City Lord Jin Mofu saw Xuanxin's sacred and imposing back.

They were stunned.

They didn't expect that Shaolin's abbot, Xuanxin, would be praised to death by them.

It went straight to the top.

He didn't say anything else and directly went up.

Wasn't he going to die in vain?

Did he really think of himself as the leader of the TianBei City Martial Alliance and stand up to take on this responsibility?

Even if it was just to die in vain, he still wanted to go up?

This Xuanxin didn't look like a rash person.

Or was it that he really didn't hesitate to die for the sake of the people of the city?

"Master Xuanxin, come back quickly."

"You can't go!"

Lao Zhuangzhu, Ji Yuan, was anxious. He never thought that Xuanxin would fall into their trap.

He really went up.

Although it was very righteous, although such a sacrifice was very worthy of respect.

But such a meaningless death couldn't resolve this catastrophe, and it couldn't save the people of the city.

At this moment, Xuanxin, who was surrounded by the aura of death and surrounded by endless ghostly aura and tacit understanding, turned around.

He turned around with a face full of compassion. He was so compassionate.

"Amitabha."

Xuanxin chanted the name of Buddha and said righteously, "Behind me are the millions of people of Tianbei City."

"Even if I die, I don't want to see a tragedy like purgatory in the human world swept by the catastrophe."

At this moment, everyone was shocked by Xuanxin's words.

He, Xuanxin, was not provoked by their praise.

He stood up because he really had the people in his heart.

For the people, he, Xuanxin, was fearless.

"I have Buddha in my heart!"

"If I don't go to hell, who will?"

After saying that, Xuanxin turned around and stepped into the huge mouth of the abyss.

The aura of death filled the terrifying place as if it was hell.

At the same time, a mysterious golden halo appeared behind Xuanxin's head. The golden light it emitted was very dazzling.

At this moment, Xuanxin's body seemed to be emitting a divine light. He looked very sacred.