The strongest master in history

"This is the main purpose of coming to Shaolin on this trip, and I hope Master will know."

Master Kongwen was very worried and said: "The masters of our sect have gone to Guangmingding with the old monk and two junior brothers. If the masters of the imperial court make a big attack, I am afraid that Shaolin will be wiped out."

Lin Yuan said calmly, "Master, you don't have to worry. Since you have learned about this in advance, you just need to make preparations. In my opinion, as long as the master can invite the three eminent monks Du E, Du Jie, and Du Nan to come out of the mountain to sit in the Shaolin Temple, No matter how many masters from the imperial court come, they will definitely not be able to shake the foundation of Shaolin."

Master Kongwen was surprised. The three uncles of Du Zi's generation have been practicing in seclusion for more than 30 years. How could this young man in front of him know of their existence?
"But the three master uncles of my old man have not asked about world affairs for decades, is it too presumptuous to invite them out of the mountain at this moment?"

This old monk is really pedantic, he still cares about this at this time...

Although Lin Yuanjian complained in his heart, the words he said were much more pleasant: "Shaolin is facing such a catastrophe, the three eminent monks are always from Shaolin, and they will never sit idly by. As long as they can protect Shaolin's safety, even if they disturb The Qingxiu of the three eminent monks, I believe they can understand."

"Well, benefactor Lin is right. If the three uncles come out of the mountain, they will indeed protect my Shaolin." Master Kongwen nodded slightly, and said: "Then I will immediately go to the place where the three uncles are cultivating, and settle the matter. The cause and effect are clarified, and I hope that Master Lin can go with him, and then tell the three uncles about the detailed inside story."

Lin Yuanjian said: "Well, then Master Lao will lead the way."

Master Kongwen said: "Benefactor Lin came all the way here. On behalf of the thousands of monks in Shaolin, I would like to thank Donor Lin for his kindness in spreading the word."

Lin Yuanjian said: "Shaolin is a part of the Central Plains Wulin, how can I let the conspiracy of the Tartar court succeed?"

"Hmm..." Master Kongwen pondered for a moment and asked, "Where did Benefactor Lin get the news that the imperial court is going to attack Shaolin?"

Lin Yuanjian said: "The person who secretly conspired to ambush the six major factions is Min Min Te Moore, the daughter of King Ruyang, who is currently in charge of the imperial court. I have had contact with her before, so I can roughly guess her strategy of action. .No matter whether she will act or not, I should come to Shaolin to let you know, don’t be afraid of [-], just in case, it’s always right to be prepared.”

"That's right!" Master Kongwen asked thoughtfully, "I don't know what school Benefactor Lin is a disciple of? I haven't had time to ask for advice yet."

Lin Yuanjian laughed and said, "I don't belong to any sect, I'm just an idler in the mountains."

"Amitabha, although Benefactor Lin does not belong to any sect, he is concerned about the safety of the martial arts world. He is really a noble man. This old monk appreciates it..." Master Kongwen rambled on a lot, making Lin Yuanjian a little bit dumbfounded.

Do martial arts people in this era like to compliment each other so much?Or is it too polite?When it comes to courteous words, they come up with a set routine.

"Benefactor Lin, please come with me." Master Kongwen led the way.

Lin Yuanjian followed behind him. Along the way, he saw that there were many ancient temples and halls in Shaolin Temple.

Gradually, the two entered the back of Shaoshi Mountain.

Master Kongwen began to use lightness kung fu to gallop through the forest. Lin Yuanjian followed without any pressure, and deliberately slowed down for fear of bumping into him too quickly.

"Benefactor Lin is such a powerful lightness kungfu." Master Kongwen exclaimed.

"Master's lightness kung fu is also an eye-opener." Lin Yuanjian complimented him back, and it's reciprocal.

Not long after, the two left Shaoshi Mountain for thirty or forty miles, and went deep into the Songshan Mountains.

Kong Wen pointed to a mountain in front of him, and said: "The three uncles, Du E, Du Jie, and Du Nan, are practicing on this mountain."

Lin Yuanjian suddenly realized, no wonder he felt strange when watching Yitian Tulongji before, why these three eminent monks didn’t make a move when Zhao Min’s masters slaughtered Shaolin. They have no way of knowing.

The two walked up the path under the mountain peak, and soon reached the halfway up the mountain.

I saw a rather spacious open space in front of me, with only a few dilapidated thatched huts.

Lin Yuanjian's gaze was instantly attracted by three people. An old monk with a yellow face was sitting under an ancient pine tree; an old monk with a white face was sitting on the bluestone opposite him; , sitting is a black-faced old monk.

All three of them had white hair, which had obviously not been shaved for many years. Each of them closed their eyes tightly, motionless like stone sculptures.

Lin Yuanjian raised his brows slightly, he knew that this was a Buddhist practice called Kuzen.

Sitting in meditation all the year round to enlighten the Tao, his body is as still as a dead tree, so it is called dry Zen.Although this method of practice is quite extreme and tests one's will, it is still a good way to increase one's martial arts cultivation.

It's just that those without great perseverance can't persist. This is a very long and boring process.

"Amitabha, I'm bothering the three senior monks Qingxiu. My nephew Kong Wen has something to ask for help." Kong Wen clasped his palms together and respectfully performed a Buddhist salute to the three old monks.

The three old monks did not move at all, as if they were dead.But under Lin Yuanjian's subtle perception, he could detect the weak pulse and heartbeat in their bodies.

The three of them entered the dry Zen state, reducing the metabolic rate in the body to the lowest level, just like snakes and frogs in hibernation, so as to achieve the point of not drinking or eating for a long time.

"Uncle?" Master Kongwen called again.

"Kongwen?" At this moment, the yellow-faced old monk sitting under the pine tree spoke up: "You don't practice well in the temple, what are you doing here?"

"Uncle Du'er, it's really helpless for my nephew to come here." Master Kongwen said with a wry smile: "Shaolin is about to encounter an unprecedented catastrophe. Many masters of our sect died for some reason, and there was no one in the temple. It is impossible for a master uncle to go out of the mountain and sit in the town."

"What?" As soon as Kong heard these words, the other two old monks - the white-faced Du Jie, and the black-faced Du Nan all ended their state of dry meditation.

Du Jie asked solemnly: "What happened? Could it be that Yang Dingtian led the demon sect to attack?"

Lin Yuanjian said in a clear voice: "No, the three eminent monks have been in seclusion for more than [-] years and have not heard about the world, Yang Dingtian is no longer in the world."

"Yang Dingtian is dead?" Du E's only eyes that could be opened showed disbelief.

Lin Yuan said, "Not bad."

Du Nan stared at Lin Yuanjian with a pair of piercing eyes: "Young man, can you tell me, who is the current leader of the Demon Cult?"

Lin Yuanjian was silent for a few seconds, and said, "The current leader of Mingjiao is Zhang Wuji."