The strongest boss in the sky

Chapter 44 Immortal Martial Academy, Harvest

Mo Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, with a faint smile on his face, and said with a light smile: "The old monk is very calculating."

Murong Fu asked them to only follow him, not only the Taoist sect.Obviously, it implied the meaning of pointing everyone out, telling them that as long as they are alive, they must hide and endure, and they must never be enemies of themselves.

And once he leaves in the future, Shaolin will still be that Shaolin.

Murong Fu knew that he couldn't deal with him, so he also wanted to take this opportunity to preserve Shaolin, so that he would not destroy the foundation of Shaolin!
After all, a subdued and obedient Shaolin is always better than a dead Shaolin!

Abbot Tianming was not an ordinary person after all, he was too shocked to react before, but now he heard Mo Chen's words, so he didn't understand what Murong Fu meant.With a bitter face on his face, he glanced at Murong Fu who looked calm, then bowed to Mo Chen and said, "In the future, Shaolin will only follow the leader of the Taoist leader."

Mo Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his broad Taoist robe fluttering in the bitter cold wind.He quietly watched Abbot Tianming and the others, falling into an unspeakable silence.

It wasn't until Abbot Tianming and the others turned pale and lowered their heads that they didn't dare to look at him, that Mo Chen showed a gentle smile and said in a deep voice: "Okay, since Shaolin has surrendered, Pindao is not the one to kill everything."

Abbot Tianming's face twitched slightly, you are not the one who kills everything.

Who destroyed the [-] Mongol army back then.Who has snatched away my thousand-year foundation in Shaolin.Don't you feel ashamed when you say such things?

Mo Chen didn't care about the criticism in Abbot Tianming's heart, he looked sideways at Murong Fu, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Master is leaving?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Mo Chen always feels that Murong Fu is a little bit out of place.It felt like the world was rejecting him!
The monks were taken aback when they heard the words, and looked at Mo Chen in surprise, not understanding what he meant.

Abbot Tianming frowned slightly, and looked at Murong Fu worriedly, feeling a little more uneasy.Although the master had some injuries, it was just a small problem caused by internal force backlash.This kind of injury is not fatal, and it can be cured within ten days and half a month at most.

Murong Fu was slightly stunned, and looked at Mo Chen with even more surprise.

He nodded slightly, and responded: "Today's battle with my little friend gave the poor monk a lot of insight. In half a year at most, the poor monk will break through the void and leave."

Shatter the void!

After Murong Fu's words fell, the monks were stunned for a moment, and then they understood the meaning.

The ancestor said that it was breaking the void, not wandering around the world, or sitting down.

Could it be that the master is going to become a Buddha!
They couldn't believe it, they looked at Murong Fu blankly, as if they were looking for the other party's answer.

Mo Chen nodded slightly, a strange color flashed in his eyes, he cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Congratulations, master, for improving your cultivation to a higher level and being able to ascend to other worlds."

Murong Fu closed his eyes slightly, clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, then stared closely at Mo Chen, and sighed: "It's a good thing to ascend to another world. Things in the world are disturbing, and the poor monk just started from a big Dye vat, just jumped to another big dye vat."

Mo Chen shook his head slightly, and said in a deep voice: "In this world, I don't know how many people want to jump to another big dye vat, but they can't find the way. The master can shatter the void, and his achievements in this world are still comparable to those of the ancients. The sage."

Murong Fu raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Mo Chen, and said in a deep voice: "Then you, what do you want? With your cultivation level, you should have already surpassed this world, and you should break away from the void."

Murong Fu still couldn't figure out why Mo Chen still stayed in this world, and why he was obsessed in the game of power and meddling in mundane affairs.

Mo Chen sighed helplessly: "This is fate, destiny. The poor are ordered by heaven to save this declining world. If you can't achieve anything in your lifetime, you can only be trapped in this world forever!"

Ordered by God!

Everyone was startled when they heard the words, and looked at Mo Chen with horror on their faces.

In this world full of ghosts and gods and legends, being ordered by the sky is not a casual talk.Especially these people in the martial arts, the more advanced their cultivation, the more they can sense the power in the dark.

Therefore, when Mo Chen said that he was ordered by the heavens, everyone felt endless horror in their hearts, and faintly breathed a sigh of relief.

Being ordered by the heavens, no wonder this kid is so perverted at such a young age!
Mo Chen ignored everyone's horror, looked at Murong Fu and said, "Master is over a hundred years old, and he is also the most knowledgeable person. How do you feel when you look at the martial arts today, compared with the martial arts in the rivers and lakes a hundred years ago?"

Murong Fu stared closely at Mo Chen's eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then clasped his hands together and said, "Weak, too weak. Today's famous masters in the Jianghu could only be regarded as second-rate figures more than 100 years ago. It is that The so-called five wonders in the world were only first-rate more than a hundred years ago.

For a hundred years, I don't know how many magical skills and unique skills, but they can no longer be found.Thinking about that Southern Emperor is the most pitiful, the Duan family's six-veined sword was so powerful more than a hundred years ago, but today he has to rely on a yang finger to support his facade.Why. "

When Murong Fu spoke up to this point, he couldn't continue.

In a hundred years, the love and hatred of that year have already faded with time.Now that he recalled those past events, he couldn't help showing a bit of self-deprecation.

Mo Chen nodded and said: "The master is right, and it is the key to the problem. I don't know if the master has ever imagined that in just a hundred years, the world has become so desolate. If it is another hundred or thousand years, there will still be people in the world. Is it Jianghu martial arts?"

This!
Murong Fu stood there stunned, not knowing how to answer for a while.

A hundred years later, a thousand years later, will martial arts still exist in this world?

The monks also looked downcast, unable to speak.It's not the huge rivers and lakes, even the Shaolin Temple.How prosperous Shaolin was back then, but now there are no masters who can do it.

Mo Chen looked at the gloomy expressions of the crowd, his eyes flashed with light, and he said firmly: "This is the destiny of the poor, to establish a heart for the world, to establish a life for the living people, to inherit the knowledge of the past, and to bring peace to all generations!"

"Boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky and the earth suddenly changed, dark clouds billowed in the sky, and thunderbolts exploded.

Amidst the discoloration of the world, a gorgeous chakra appeared faintly behind Mo Chen, as if he had received the merit of becoming an immortal!Although the vision disappeared in a flash, everyone can guarantee that it is definitely not their own dazzled.

Murong Fu took a deep breath, managed to calm down the turbulent mood, and asked: "The Daoist made such a great vow, and the poor monk admires him. I don't know what the next step is, and how he wants to save the world's martial arts."

Mo Chen had a plan in mind, and said: "Establish the Xianwu Academy and open martial arts to the world. Only by constantly introducing new ones can we ensure the prosperity of martial arts."

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but gasped.

Xianwu Academy, open martial arts to the world!
How could the government allow such rebellious things, and how could all the sects in the world allow it?

Today, it is going to change!

Just when the monks were terrified, Murong Fu clasped his hands together, his eyes flashed a special divine light, and he said calmly: "The Taoist priest is kind-hearted, and the poor monk admires it very much. I, Shaolin, are willing to donate 72 unique skills for the strengthening of the world. Keeping healthy will contribute to the prosperity of the martial arts world. The poor monk also has the three postures of Tathagata's divine palm, and I would like to give it to the Taoist priest to spy on the way of heaven!"

(End of this chapter)