Chapter 2239

Xiao Bing frowned and said, "I'm going back to China immediately. I have a feeling that this is just a beginning, master Buddha. I'm afraid it won't be peaceful in the future."

Bitingting hum, said: "pay attention to safety."

"Don't worry." Xiao Bing smiled and said, "after returning home, I have to go to a place first."

Bi Tingting said curiously, "where?"

"Shaolin."

The next day, Xiao Bing stepped on the plane to return, and then went straight to Shaolin Temple.

Although there are Kunlun and eight sects in the Chinese Wulin, in the eyes of Xiao Bing, the real first sect is Shaolin, but Shaolin has always been reclusive, which is very consistent with Shaolin's concept of being pure and lustless.

Of course, although Shaolin has few desires, many things have happened to the outside world in recent years that endanger the whole nation, such as the God killing organization. But even under this situation, Shaolin still hasn't come out of the mountain, which has nothing to do with Shaolin's concept, because Shaolin's underground seal suppresses an ancient Warcraft.

In the past, Xiao Bing also believed that the suppressed ancient Warcraft was likely to be the peak realm of the demon saint. After all, that's what Abbot Zhiming of Shaolin said at the beginning, but now it seems that Abbot Zhiming still conceals something. The realm of that Warcraft is definitely not as simple as the peak of the demon saint. Otherwise, there is absolutely no need for the whole Shaolin Temple to suppress it for thousands of years, and only Abbot Zhiming can be easily dealt with.

This time, Xiao Bing wanted to invite Shaolin out of the mountain to increase his arms, and to do this, he wanted to help Shaolin Temple completely eliminate that hidden danger.

In the evening, Xiao Bing finally came to the Shaolin gate, and then shouted, "Xiao Bing asked to see the abbot!"

Soon, the monks of Shaolin temple came out of it. One of the monks was the little monk Renyi, who was familiar with Xiao Bing. At the beginning, Xiao Bing came here and brought himself in. Later, the little monk Renyi escorted Maggie back to Xiao's house. His relationship with Maggie seemed to be very good.

Seeing Xiao Bing, the little monk Renyi's eyes lit up and hurried over. Then he stood up with one hand and said, "Amitabha, please welcome abbot."

"Well." Xiao Bing nodded slightly, glanced at Renyi and said with a smile, "your law name is Renyi, right?"

The little monk said, "yes, my name is Renyi."

"Well, abbot Zhiming told me that you are the most proud disciple of the Shaolin Temple. You will inherit his mantle in the future. How old are you this year?"

"Little monk... 21 years old."

"Yes, yes, at the age of 21, you have reached the peak of heaven, which is much stronger than the last time I came here. Even if I have never seen your talent, Shaolin looks like it will still stand in the next hundred years."

Renyi hurriedly said, "the little monk is just a trivial little monk in Shaolin. In terms of seniority, many senior brothers and uncles are above the little monk."

Xiao Bing smiled and said, "take me in to see the abbot."

"OK, please come with me, benefactor."

The benevolent and righteous little monk took Xiao Bing all the way in, but his eyes were a little erratic. It seemed that he was worried. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the Abbot's room, the little monk stopped at random and asked, "is lady Maggie all right now?"

"Oh, Maggie? She's fine. What's the matter?"

"No... nothing." The little monk Renyi took Xiao Bing to the door of the Abbot's room and said, "please come in, benefactor."

Xiao Bing hum, pushed the door and walked in, but saw the abbot sitting cross legged on the futon at this time. When he saw Xiao Bing coming in, he opened his eyes. Xiao Bing could finally see through the strength of the abbot this time. Like himself, he also stepped into the realm of hypocrisy. Even so, Xiao Bing was still full of respect for Abbot Zhiming.

Xiao Bing folded his palms and read, "Amitabha, abbot, I've come to see you again."

Abbot Zhiming looked at Xiao Bing, stood up, folded his hands, smiled and said, "Amitabha, the donor's skill is getting deeper and deeper. I'm ashamed of such a talent."

Xiao Bing smiled and said, "the abbot is too polite. You are old and respected, and your martial arts experience is incomparable to younger generations. Although you are in the same realm, you must be very close to the divine level now."

Abbot Zhiming asked, "I don't know what it's like to come here this time, benefactor? Last time I came here, I compared with benefactor, and the experience I gained saw that I was getting closer and closer to the God level."

Xiao Bing said, "last time I gained the most. This time I came here to say something to the abbot."

"Please sit down, benefactor."

Xiao Bing and the abbot all sat down. Xiao Bing began to talk about the current situation, and then said with a serious face: "I always have a feeling that this Buddhist childe has made a big plan, so in order to prepare for a rainy day, I specially came to see the abbot this time, hoping that if there are any changes in the future, the abbot can help."

Abbot Zhiming sighed slightly and said, "I didn't expect that in such a peaceful era, such undercurrent would still surge, but I'm afraid we can't go here..."

"I know." Xiao Bing said, "you should guard the ancient monsters suppressed under the God monument. I came here this time to help the abbot get rid of this Warcraft."

The Abbot's eyes lit up, and he was a little excited. Then he frowned slightly, shook his head, and said, "this Warcraft..."

"It's hard to deal with, isn't it?" Xiao Bing said, "if my expectation is not bad, the abbot said that the Warcraft suppressed below is the peak level of demon saint. I'm afraid it's afraid of me?"

"Alas." The abbot sighed and said, "I'm to avoid causing panic, so I'm going to say it lightly. In fact, if it was just the peak of the demon saint and gathered the power of Shaolin, this Warcraft would have been destroyed. The strength of this Warcraft has stepped into the realm of pseudo demon gods."

Xiao Bing was surprised and said, "false demon God? Isn't it almost comparable to the God level in human beings?"

"I'm afraid it's a little weaker than the God level... But if the general God level wants to kill him, I'm afraid it can't do it, that is to say, although it may not win in front of the God level, it can completely escape."

Being able to escape under God level is already a terrible skill.

The abbot said, "although it's the same realm of hypocrisy, if I fight with it, I will die."

Xiao Bing nodded. It is thousands of times more difficult for monsters to break through than human beings and gods and demons. Therefore, once they break through, monsters are equivalent to invincible at the same level, and they can usually not lose in the face of cross level opponents. Although there is a great difference between gods and pseudogods, this guy can really escape in the hands of gods. It takes a lot of twists and turns for gods to defeat him, and it is absolutely impossible to kill him, Unless they are two God level masters.

And if the strong man in the realm of hypocrisy wants to kill him, it is even more impossible. It is hard to say whether he can protect himself.

Abbot Zhiming said, "especially others are still a gifted monster, and their strength is more than ordinary demon beasts in the realm of pseudogods. If his strength breaks out, I'm afraid that two human masters at the level of pseudogods can't be his opponents."

"Not necessarily." Xiao Bing looked at Abbot Zhiming and asked, "abbot, are you willing to gamble?"

"Bet?" The abbot said, "Amitabha, I'm not afraid of death, but I dare not gamble until the next generation grows up completely."

Xiao Bing took a deep breath and said, "what if I tell the abbot a secret?"

The abbot asked, "what secret?"

Xiao Bing suddenly exuded two forces of righteousness and evil. In his eyes, there was a red light in one eye and a gold light in the other.

The abbot was shocked, and Xiao Bing said, "yes, my father is the last generation of God King Xiao Botian of the protoss, and my mother is the demon Princess Mai Hongyin."

Xiao Bing began to tell his story to the abbot from beginning to end. The chat lasted until the latter midnight. After listening to it, the abbot said with emotion: "Amitabha, I didn't expect that donor Xiao, who has been living and dying for human beings for so many years, turned out to be the descendant of the divine race and the demon clan."

Xiao Bing asked, "now that the abbot knows it, he doesn't want to get rid of it and then feel fast?"

The abbot shook his head and said: "Terran is life, protoss is life, and demon is also life. Good and evil should not be divided by race, just like woodpeckers outside. They are helping trees catch insects, but there are also many monsters that are threatening human life. I'm not so confused. And since Lord Xiao told me this, I'll understand after thinking carefully. What you mean is that this monster is certainly a talent Monster, and you are not an ordinary hypocrite level strong. "

Xiao Bing said with a smile, "that's what I mean. I'm a pseudogod who has the blood of Protoss and demons, and has the cultivation skill of Terrans. I combine the power of three races of human gods and demons. I believe that even if I can't defeat it alone, if we have the support of the abbot, our chances of success are still great."

The abbot closed his eyes and meditated. Xiao Bing knew that this matter was related to the future 100 years' luck of Shaolin Temple. After all, if Abbot Zhiming accidentally fell into it, I'm afraid there is no real substitute for Abbot Zhiming in Shaolin now, so it's normal to hesitate a little.

Xiao Bing did not ask, but waited quietly beside him, waiting for the Abbot's reply.

Finally, the abbot opened his eyes and said, "tonight, I'll take you to see it. Before that, I'll tell you its origin."

Xiao Bing's eyes lit up and said excitedly, "OK!"