Chapter 41

Jiangnan, Shaoshi mountain!

This mountain is very famous in Jiangnan area.

Buddhist holy land. Thousands of years ago, Shaoshi mountain was the only Buddhist in Jiangnan.

Subsequently, ideological differences occurred, and the Dalin Temple appeared.

Then there was civil strife and disputes, and the hanging Temple appeared.

Buddhism is divided into three, each saying how orthodox they are.

Dalin Temple took the Buddha's calligraphy, Xuankong Temple took the Buddha's Tin stick, and Shaoshi mountain retained the Buddha's relic.

The three families refused to accept anyone. In this way, they continued.

Now the three schools have developed their own schools very well. It's impossible to integrate them.

In the past, Shaoshi mountain should be surrounded by believers, and an endless stream of people came to pray for blessings.

However, today, Shaoshi mountain does not receive believers, but allows practitioners of major forces to come in.

The sea of people wanted to see if the Ming emperor's face was lost when the Shaolin Temple didn't answer after the Ming emperor's envoy read the edict?

When Beihai stepped onto the steps of Shaolin Temple, countless eyes came over.

He was nervous and flustered. Even Wu Sheng had no bottom in the face of such a situation.

But fortunately, at this time, he touched the picture in his arms.

The confidence suddenly increased.

With the paintings of his predecessors, he has nothing to be afraid of.

With his head held high, he walked confidently to the main hall of Shaolin Temple.

Here, standing in the middle is a group of monks, surrounded by onlookers.

They all stared at the North Sea.

It's oppressive.

As if Beihai were a sheep, falling into a pack of wolves and being watched by countless terrible eyes.

Beihai shook his head and left this feeling behind. He didn't look at others and stared at the abbot of Shaolin Temple alone.

A middle-aged monk, with strong cultivation and arrogance, looked at Beihai with contempt in his eyes, but said solemnly: "benefactor, come to Shaolin, what's the matter?"

ask while knowing the answer!

Beihai knows that it is impossible for them to meet the edict.

He took out the edict directly and said, "abbot, do you want to see it yourself or do you want me to read it out loud?"

The abbot of Shaolin Temple reached out and sucked, and the edict entered his hand.

Then open.

The Abbot's face changed immediately.

Gloomy as water.

The words written in the imperial edict are pearly, impassioned and full of command.

First, he blamed the mistakes of Buddhism, fooled the people, sheltered prisoners, violated the profound meaning of Buddhism, and was a group of fake monks.

Finally, Lin Tianyuan ordered the Shaolin Temple to tear down its temples and retain only one Shaolin temple within three months.

Demobilize millions of monks and hand over sinners to the imperial court for trial.

Otherwise, you will bear the consequences!

Lin Tianyuan was very happy when he wrote. Now the abbot looked at him, his face was gloomy, cold and angry in his eyes.

"Our Buddhism is not against the imperial court, but we will not let the imperial court handle it." The abbot said coldly after reading it.

"Today, the Ming emperor who emerged from the divine Dynasty wrote these words to humiliate Shaolin Temple. This great humiliation humiliated the Buddha. You can't go away. Shaolin Temple will also greet the Ming emperor." The abbot was really angry. He stretched out his hand and said strongly.

He wants to take the North Sea and forcibly spend it, so that the eclosion Dynasty will suffer a great loss.

It was no surprise that the people around looked at it.

Is Shaolin temple so easy to provoke?

"I'm afraid Shaolin Temple can't keep me." Beihai shook his head.

"Eighteen Arhats are here. Who dares to be reckless in Shaolin?" Eighteen loud drinks gathered into one voice, and then eighteen arhat monks in the martial Saint realm jumped out.

They surrounded the North Sea.

"I have eighteen Arhats in Shaolin, enough to suppress you." The abbot of Shaolin temple said coldly.

"I don't think so!" Beihai is still not afraid.

"You are a martial saint. How can you resist the 18th?" The abbot sneered.

Not only the people of Shaolin Temple, but also the people of all the major forces around shook their heads. They thought that the move of the Ming emperor was a bad move and asked a martial saint to come to Shaolin Temple.

Didn't you lose your wife and lose your soldiers?

They looked at the eighteen martial saints and lamented that the Shaolin Temple has a profound heritage.

Beihai said, "when I left the imperial capital, an elder drew a picture and I brought it to me."

Everyone looked at each other.

At this time, why does Beihai say this?

"This picture is in my hand." Beihai, take out the folded picture.

We can't help looking at it.

Nothing strange.

A folded picture of rice paper.

What can you do to save Beihai?

The abbot said sarcastically, "are you scared out of your mind by my Shaolin temple now?"

"Nonsense here?" The abbot disdained.

Beihai shook his head. He said seriously, "I have been living in the imperial capital. I saw the sword more than ten years ago. I believe the painting painted by my predecessors more than ten years later, so I just want to tell you."

"The mysterious master in the imperial capital is powerful, but it was more than ten years ago. Now a rain comes down and wusheng is everywhere. What big waves can he set off alone?" The abbot looked at Beihai indifferently, as if he were looking at a mentally disabled person who had lost his mind.

The man drew a picture and gave Beihai a card.

Then Beihai believed it and came to Shaolin Temple excitedly.

Now I want to open this painting and make Shaolin Temple surrender.

This is a ridiculous joke.

Shaolin Temple doesn't believe it.

People from all major forces don't believe it.

What power can a small piece of paper have?

Beihai was surrounded by people. Seeing that everyone didn't believe it, he took a deep breath and directly opened the painting.

Everyone looked sarcastically, laughed sarcastically, and looked at it with disdain.

However, after Beihai opened the painting.

Boom!

The whole Shaoshi mountain suddenly trembled. Then we can see that there are six huge black holes between heaven and earth, rotating at a high speed, such as the six abysses, and the violent momentum is suppressed.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The terrible pressure poured down directly. All the people in Shaolin Temple knelt down with their legs soft.

Whether it's the abbot, or the eighteen Arhats, or the people of major forces who come here, or the elders of Shaolin Temple

Just kneel down.

The only person standing in the audience was Beihai.

But now he has a big mouth and can't close it. After his expression is dull, he is full of excitement, unspeakable. His whole body is shaking with excitement.

"What is this?"

"This is the painting given to me by my predecessors."

"There is a child practicing boxing on the picture. Is that the terrible boxing?"

"This picture is alive."

Beihai looked at it excitedly. This painting opened by him was about young people practicing boxing.

At this moment, the boy came back to life.

He's practicing boxing!

Practice well, it's six samsara boxing!

This young man contains a wisp of divine knowledge of Lin Jiufeng.

So at the moment, with one punch, the six samsara appeared and suppressed all the people in Shaolin Temple.

The abbot of Shaolin Temple trembled and said, "what's the situation?"

He knelt down.

He can't stand up.

The terrible pressure pressed him to death. If he didn't have a strong intention to kill, the abbot suspected that he was dead.

Everyone looked at the sky in shock.

Six big dark holes, spinning in the air.

Kneel down against the North Sea.

In Shaolin Temple, an old martial Saint raised his head in shock and said in horror: "this... This is... The gods on earth!"