Chapter 668: Severing the Past Relationship
From then on, the infamy of the red-clad female devil began to spread in the world.
You don't care about your own reputation because your first stop is Shaolin Temple.
You need to settle the feud between you and Shaolin Temple.
You stood at the gate of Shaolin Temple, looking at the temple, and couldn't help but sneer.
Although you were young, you saw the abuse of tenants by Shaolin Temple, and you yourself were even a victim.
"Shaolin Temple is a thousand-year-old temple with countless tenants and hired farmers. Even my identity is unclear. Yet you still claim to have the heart of a bodhisattva and the compassion of a Buddha. It's ridiculous."
You look exceptionally beautiful in your red dress and robe, but in the eyes of the monk who is in charge of receiving guests, you are indeed so abnormal.
"Lady donor, Shaolin Temple does not accept female guests."
The monk in charge of reception spoke to you politely, but you just smiled.
"I just want to see something clearly, Master, please call the abbot."
After you said that, you waved your robe sleeve and knocked the monk ten meters away, but did not hurt him at all.
The monk in charge of reception also knew martial arts. Li Ke understood what had happened, so the monks quickly took action.
Then, you saw countless monks rushing out of the gate holding various wooden and metal sticks. Not only that, several big monks wearing robes also came out.
And you saw the big monk who always took care of you.
He froze for a moment when he saw you , then looked shocked.
"Donor, you are..."
"I just want to ask a question. The tenants of Shaolin Temple who have wives grow irrigated land, those who have beautiful wives grow good land, and those who don't have wives grow dry land. They also run brothels and lend money at high interest rates. Do you admit this?"
You covered your face with long sleeves, hiding most of your face, but because the martial arts you practiced were extremely suitable for you, your physical development has surpassed that of women of twenty-five or twenty-six in this era.
"That's not true! How dare you slander me, benefactor?"
"Yeah?!"
You laughed and waved your hand to reveal your face.
"Then I want to ask, Abbot, where did you send me from my home?!"
When the abbot saw your face, all the blood instantly drained away. Before he could even let out a cry of surprise, you had already turned into a phantom and rushed in front of him.
"You stinky monk! You're an old man!"
You slapped him in the face, and the abbot of Shaolin Temple had no power to fight back. After you cursed at him, you slapped him again.
"You bald bastard! You bald slave! You old filthy bastard!"
The abbot kept trying to retreat, and you kept slapping him in the face. You still haven't forgotten the look on his face when he sent you to the nunnery.
Although this also allows you to obtain countless martial arts secrets, but if possible, no one would like to go to that kind of place.
The powerful force penetrated the old monk's defense and directly smashed his face into a pig's head. Finally, you kicked him hard in the chest and kicked the old abbot directly into a bluestone wall.
The bluestone wall shattered, and you also heard the sound of the monks in the formation. You subconsciously reached out to tidy up your hair, looking particularly charming and attractive, tempting everyone present.
This is your instinctive reaction. After all, this is etiquette. People without etiquette will be beaten and starved.
Your emotions are constantly stirred. Looking at the abbot of Shaolin Temple lying in the rubble and spitting blood, inexplicable emotions keep rolling in your heart. Looking at those familiar faces that you saw in the nunnery when you were a child, looking at those martial monks who are looking at you in horror, and the great monks, you can't help but laugh out loud.
“Hahahaha!! The Shaolin abbot is nothing but this! I don’t think you little bald donkeys are that great! You surrounded me so I can kill you all?!”
You recall the past events, and you remember clearly that those who have surrounded you have basically all been to the nunnery, and all the hall masters and abbots have been there before.
There are even some who, when you are being served tea, say that they will wait until you grow up before they deflower you.
They collect rent and kidnap people's daughters. Their so-called virtue is just that they give some so-called porridge and rice as alms on ordinary days, and provide medical treatment to those who can afford it.
When you were a child, you saw monks bullying tenants more than once.
The kindness of Shaolin Temple is towards the rich and powerful.
The abbot fell to the ground and was unable to do anything, but the Shaolin Temple was naturally not short of people in charge. A fat and big-eared monk immediately stood up and shouted at the surrounding monks.
"Witch! How dare you attack my Shaolin Temple! Shaolin disciples, listen up! The Brahman Demon Subduing Formation!"
Countless monks holding various metal sticks surrounded you. You sneered and transformed into a red shadow again and kept moving forward. Every time you moved forward, you could directly shatter the heart meridian of a Shaolin monk. And every time you killed someone, you could remember what this person had done.
You have no guilt at all.
New forces continued to flow into the Arhat Demon Subduing Formation. Even though you had strong internal strength and could continuously recover your internal strength and physical strength under the sun, you began to gasp after killing two or three hundred monks.
The death of countless disciples could not cause any damage to the Shaolin Temple. You looked at the monks who were still coming in an endless stream and took a deep breath.
The moves summarized previously have been mature, and now we can start killing.
His figure turned into a phantom and rushed towards those great monks whose faces showed confidence of victory. Without any nonsense, he smashed the throat cartilage of each of them with a palm, leaving them no time to display his so-called amazing martial arts.
The monks collapsed immediately and began to flee in panic, while you slowly walked towards the Main Hall, where the most core disciples of Shaolin Temple were located.
but .
The big monk who had been looking at you before, firmly picked up a spiked "Zen stick" and stood in front of you.
"I didn't kill you, you should understand why."
You looked at the big monk and spoke.
"I know, but I regret not killing you, the evil enemy of Buddha."
You froze for a second and tilted your head.
"Are you serious?"
The big monk put his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, and then attacked you.
You looked at him, ready to die, and sighed, without any defense. You stood there, letting him stab the sharp spike your left chest, and then with a backhand palm, shattered his forehead.
Two wailing sounds came from the main hall, and you saw two young monks in grief, and you immediately knew that they were probably your brothers.
You pulled out your Zen stick and threw it away. You took a look at the blood-stained stick whose spiked part had become curled, and then continued walking towards the main hall.
The things that Shaolin Temple exploited from the farmers were the land deeds and the monks.
As long as you kill all the monks and burn the land deeds and loan shark IOUs, you'll be fine.
Even if there are more aristocratic families in the future, these people will be able to live and work in peace for a few years.
However, just as you entered the courtyard of the main hall, a monk sweeping the floor appeared in front of you.
