Chapter 42

Shaoshi mountain, on the square in front of daxionbao hall.

A crowd knelt down, including monks, Taoists, girls, old people and children

These people are all from major forces. This time they are here to see the play. How to solve the conflict between Shaolin Temple and Yuhua shenchao?

But who would have thought it would end like this?

Thousands of people were pressed to kneel down and could not move. The more they struggled, the more uncomfortable they were.

The extremely strong fist was like a flame, burning them and making them very uncomfortable.

This is a shocking picture.

Beihai took a picture and suppressed the Shaolin Temple, together with a group of people who came to the Shaolin Temple to see a play.

They feel bad.

I knew I wouldn't go to the theatre. It's a disaster.

The monks of Shaolin Temple are still struggling. They are very angry and regard it as a great humiliation.

But as the old monk spoke, the whole audience was quiet.

The abbot of Shaolin Temple couldn't believe it. He turned his head and his eyes were full of blood. He stared at the old monk and asked, "what did you just say?"

The old monk said with difficulty, "I say this power is... The gods on earth!"

"Impossible!" The abbot flatly denied it. He shook his head wildly. Although he was still kneeling, he was full of panic.

"Since the fall of human gods 1500 years ago, there have been no human gods since then. This momentum is very powerful, but it can never be human gods!" The abbot gave himself an excuse. He can't be a God on earth.

If it is a human God, the Shaolin Temple will really be defeated and can't resist any more.

Shaolin Temple has accumulated countless temples, huge believers and countless treasures for hundreds of years. These things will be taken away.

Therefore, it can not be a human God!

However, this thing is no longer transferred by his will.

The old monk's words startled everyone in the audience.

Including the North Sea.

He was surprised and delighted, holding the picture in his hand, and the whole person was trembling.

Excited!

He has only one feeling now.

Gods on earth!

That mysterious elder has set foot in the realm of gods on earth. It's incredible.

"No wonder the Ming emperor was so confident that he let me go down to the south of the Yangtze River with Cangshan." Excited, Beihai began to admire Ming emperor Lin Tianyuan.

Compared with the excitement of Beihai, others are afraid, trembling, shocked, unbelievable and so on.

These emotions are surging in everyone's heart.

"There will be no gods in this world..." someone lost his voice and looked envious and frightened.

They also broke through the wusheng because of a rain and were complacent, thinking that they were already at the peak of cultivation.

After all, they are martial saints.

You are the second level, the third level and the fourth level of wusheng. So what?

Or Wu Sheng.

I'm also Wu Sheng.

If you stand at the peak of a practitioner, it means that I am also at the peak.

But now, a painting unfolded, and the huge momentum, terrible boxing and blazing coercion directly crushed them.

Even Wu Sheng has to kneel down under this momentum.

Wu Sheng is no longer the peak of the world.

In this world, a God was born.

The old monk coughed and stammered: "the paper used for this painting is very simple, the ink used is also very simple, and the painting is also very casual. All this adds up to nothing..."

"However, this painting is painted by a human God. It contains his momentum and a wisp of divine knowledge, so we can't resist it."

"It is recorded in the Scriptures that the gods on earth have destroyed the body and the terror of the existence of divine ideas." The old monk said in despair.

His words made the abbot of Shaolin Temple close his eyes in despair.

The others believed it at this moment.

There are gods in this world.

He became a God himself in this world.

"No wonder the emperor of the eclosic divine Dynasty dared to attack Buddhism."

"Shaolin Temple and Xuankong Temple encountered great difficulties this time."

"Yes, it was a terrible disaster. Fortunately, the God on earth didn't have much killing intention. Otherwise, there must be a river of blood in front of the Daxiong treasure hall of Shaolin Temple."

"Let's kneel well. Kneel down a human God and don't suffer."

"Yes, I thought that after a rain, the imperial court on earth was no longer justified, but now it seems that it will be ruled as usual."

"It's up to the abbot to deal with this great difficulty of Shaolin Temple."

The abbot of Shaolin Temple heard the comments.

He was in a trance, and a dying old monk appeared in front of him.

Holy Buddha!

Before he died, he said there was a great difficulty in Shaolin Temple and told them not to

"Don't..." the abbot of Shaolin Temple smiled bitterly.

This sentence, they understand it as don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid

But the truth is, don't resist.

"Holy Buddha, I understand now." The abbot of Shaolin Temple sighed. He raised his head and looked at the North Sea.

Then he slowly raised the imperial edict in his hand and said loudly, "I Shaolin, please follow the imperial edict!"

The people around were quiet and looked at it silently.

They knew that the abbot had surrendered.

He's scared.

He did not dare to oppose the eclosion Dynasty, and did not dare to bear the wrath of the human gods of the eclosion Dynasty.

The monks of Shaolin Temple have also seen the facts. The end of tenacious resistance must be very sad.

Fortunately, the eclosion Dynasty left them this Shaoshi mountain.

Beihai looked at the abbot who was respectful and obedient, holding the imperial edict high in both hands, and closed the painting with satisfaction.

The pressure suddenly dissipated into the invisible.

Countless people took off the pressure, gasped and got up trembling.

The scene just now seemed like a dream.

But when I touched my back, I was sweating. Everyone seemed to get out of the water.

At a glance, there was only a bitter smile and shock.

Human gods, it's terrible.

This is just a painting painted by human gods. Without any attack or killing intention, they were almost dead.

If they really see the gods on earth, they may die on the spot.

Beihai put the folded paintings away, and then said to the abbot of Shaolin Temple, "within three months, all the temples except Shaoshi mountain have been demolished, and all the millions of monks have returned to the common customs. Buddhism is not a place to hide filth. Those who commit heinous crimes should be escorted to the government without delay."

The abbot of Shaolin Temple couldn't be proud this time. He bowed slightly and said tremblingly, "I see!"

It hurt him to say this.

"However, most of them are from the hanging temple, and we have no right to dismantle them." The abbot sighed and explained.

"As like as two peas," Hanging Temple is the same as it is. Beihai couldn't help laughing when he remembered that Cangshan still had another painting in his hand.

The abbot and others shivered when they thought of the terrible picture just now.

They don't want to experience this feeling for the second time.

……

Hanging Temple!

Originally lively hanging temple.

Arrogant and domineering hanging temple.

A defiant hanging temple.

Now everyone is kneeling on the ground, breathing and trembling.

Cangshan opened the painting and an idyllic scene appeared around it.

Green grass, rivers, trees, distant mountains, squint, villages

These are lifelike in front of everyone.

Quiet and far away.

But only the green grass, swaying, exudes a terrible sword spirit.

A sword spirit crushed the palm sect of Xuankong Temple.

"Do you accept the order?" Cangshan took out the imperial edict and looked at the leader of the hanging Temple excitedly.

At the moment, the head teacher of the hanging temple with a gray face knelt on the ground and said bitterly: "poor monk, take the order!"

How could he have thought that there were gods in the world!