Chapter 278

? Confucius looked at the fierce Confucianism and Legalism, and hurried to Huaxia University, and Li Kui and the others followed.

However, some tourists from Wanjielou, who were not of the three religions and nine streams, looked at some Confucian masters and Legalist masters on the screen in a somewhat complicated manner.

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

Just like people in martial arts like Yue Buqun, before they entered Wanjie Tower, they respected and revered Mencius, Shang Yang, Han Feizi and other sages of hundreds of schools in their hearts.

But after entering the Wanjie Building, it is easier to get the respect of others when you are powerful.

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

Compared with people like Yue Buqun who came in earlier, there is still a gap.

Let them feel very contradictory about the attitude of these sages.

At this moment, Monk Yuanzhen felt 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.

The young monks are easy to fool, but the older monks are not cunning and cunning, and the city is extremely deep, and the monk Yuanzhen is not sure to encourage them.

Every little monk who can come to travel in the Ten Thousand Worlds has a unique identity.

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

The more ordinary and weak Shaolin disciples looked, the deeper their background was.

"It's them, I'll go and reason with them." Monk Yuanzhen looked solemn, and casually pointed to a few Confucian disciples in the battle.

The other young monks in Shaolin Temple agreed, Master Yuanzhen is really an eminent monk.

Being beaten like that, he can still be forgiving and forgiving.

But Monk Yuanzhen, a young monk from Shaolin Temple, was so angry that he was bewitched by Monk Yuanzhen, he rushed into the fighting crowd without hesitation, and beat the Confucian disciples.

A few young monks just entered the battle zone,

He was beaten to the point of bleeding.

The characteristic of the bald head is too obvious, so there is no need to worry about hitting the wrong person.

Moreover, disciples from hundreds of families didn't think much of Shaolin monks at all, and even faintly rejected them.

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

Now that the master of Legalism goes to sue, I am afraid that no one of the eminent monks in Shaolin Temple will believe him.

Monk Yuanzhen didn't change hands at all, and he acted like he was influencing Confucian and Legalist disciples.

The other young monks who were still hesitating, seeing how miserable the young monk and monk Yuanzhen were being beaten, also rushed into the battle zone.

Confucianism and Legalism fought against each other, and there were still some reservations.

Because, the relationship between the two parties has already passed with the passage of time, there is me in you, and you in me.

The most vicious fights on both sides were the personal disciples of Mencius and Xunzi.

But for the monks of Shaolin Temple, joining is different.

Whether it is the supporter of the theory of good nature or the theory of evil, it is unknown which side Shaolin Temple is supporting.

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

Seeing someone attacking them, these young monks would fight back.

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

Soon the young monks were beaten up with bruised noses and swollen faces, and shoe prints were even trampled on their faces.

Some monks watching through the big screen were suddenly angry.

"Isn't the one whose front tooth was knocked out the abbot's most beloved disciple?"

"The one with three shoe prints on his face, isn't he the nephew of the chief seat of the Bodhidharma Hall?"

"Isn't the one who was beaten all over the head the son of the head of the precept hall before he became a monk?"

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One by one, the eminent monks of Shaolin Temple rushed towards Huaxia University.

Both the abbot and the head are the real power holders of Shaolin Temple.

If they find themselves seeing and not saving, they may have a hard time in the future.

Confucius, who was rushing towards Huaxia University, looked very anxious. This is no longer a contradiction within Confucianism.

Now there are Legalism and Buddhism, two powerful forces, fighting Confucianism.

Coupled with the internal contradictions of Confucianism, Confucius felt dizzy for a while.

"Daoxin, the fourth patriarch of Buddhism, was beaten!"

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

These Confucian and Legalist disciples, in addition to attacking the other side of the debate, they will attack as soon as they see a bald head.

The fourth patriarch Daoxin was not tall in the first place, and he had a public face, 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 in a daze, and he pressed down the bald head of the fourth patriarch Daoxin and beat him violently.

Seeing the fourth patriarch Daoxin being beaten so miserable, some monks who believed themselves to be profound in Buddhism could no longer calm down and rushed inside one after another.

"Calm down, everyone. There is something to discuss. No matter what your point of view, you should seek common ground while reserving differences..." Confucius stopped outside the room, breathed a sigh of relief, and said loudly, a little out of breath.

Fortunately, the current situation can still be controlled.

But before he finished speaking, he was crushed by two Shaolin monks who were sent flying.

Nima! Nima! Nima! ·······

Some Confucian disciples found Confucius, who was being crushed by Shaolin monks, immediately became angry.

Abbot Xuanci, who was coming out of the supermarket, was holding a few crystal jade Buddhas with a smile on his face, and they could be regarded as the treasures of Shaolin Temple if they were taken back.

"boom!"

A few Confucian disciples made no sound and rushed towards Abbot Xuanci, pressing him under him.

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

Relying on his powerful lightness kung fu, the sweeping monk finally threw off all the Confucian disciples.

Zhuangzi and Yuan Tiangang were sipping a cup of Pu'er tea, leisurely looking at the screen, where Confucianism, Legalism and Shaolin Temple were constantly fighting.

"It's really exciting!" Yuan Tiangang suppressed a smile, especially when he saw that Confucius was crushed by several young monks from Shaolin Temple.

Zhuangzi on the side shook his head.

"Boom!"

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

"It's these scholars who beat our abbot of Shaolin Temple. Hit me." A head of the Dharma Hall of Shaolin Temple quietly lurked behind Zhuangzi, kicked him to the ground, and yelled at the monks of Shaolin Temple behind him Said.

"Call someone! Call someone! Call someone!" Zhuangzi only let out a shrill scream, and was surrounded by monks from Shaolin Temple and beat him up.

Looking at the miserable Zhuangzi on the side, Yuan Tiangang quickly pulled out a signal flare from his arms and shot it into the sky.

In just one minute, dozens of Taoists rushed over. Some flew in the sky, some flew with swords, and some jumped on the building, rushing quickly.

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

"Hurry up and save Zhuangzi!" Yuan Tiangang, who was beaten by three people, pointed to Zhuangzi who was beaten first, and said anxiously.

Zhuangzi's clothes are more casual, similar to the Confucian robes of Confucianism, and are the focus of attacks by those Shaolin monks.

The other descendants of Taoism were shocked, but Zhuangzi was the second in command of Taoism.

Even their second-in-command dared to beat them, and they beat the monks of Shaolin Temple one by one with anger on their faces.

"Boom! Hit me hard! It's Master Dong who was beaten by these monks with hair." A Confucian disciple kicked Jesus from behind to the ground. These sinister monks stepped on Dong Zhongshu's face. footprint.

After the fight, I found that something was wrong. Although the clothes were a bit similar, it seemed that Indian monks had short hair and were not Caucasian.

"They've been beaten, it's bad luck for them!" The Confucian disciple shook his head, and he didn't even notice that he was kicked and fell to the ground.

"Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Are you alright?" The two disciples of Jesus trembled, and only dared to get up from the ground after seeing a group of Confucian disciples leave.

Looking at the two front teeth that fell to the ground, these scholars are too ruthless, and let the church send a crusade to destroy the country of these scholars when they go back.

Zhou Yang did not stop these battles, as long as no one was killed, they could fight as they liked.

However, the scope of the impact was somewhat beyond Zhou Yang's expectations.

From the final infighting between Confucians, it gradually spread, and the scope became larger and larger,

From Legalism to Buddhism, to Taoism, and even Yue Buqun, who was wearing a Confucian scholar's robe, was all under the black hands of Christianity.

The battle lasted for a full two hours. Under the protection of the disciples of each faction, the leaders of the hundreds of schools who were seriously injured were rushed to the big hotels where they lived.

Everyone looked around nervously, for fear that a gangster would walk out of some corner.

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