Lenggong signed in for 80 years, I am invincible in the world

Helping Lin Tianyuan is fulfilling his brother's will.

"But this is also the last time to help him. The [-] temples will be wiped out, and the Jiangnan area will be peaceful, and the reform will be completed." Lin Jiufeng murmured.

In the future, Lin Tianyuan will have to go on his own.

And he can also sign in quietly, break through, and pursue the peak martial arts.

The little white cat understood, and asked in writing, "Then are you going to Jiangnan?"

Lin Jiufeng shook his head, and said softly: "The current Buddhism is not worthy of me going to the south of the Yangtze River myself!"

The little white cat looked at Lin Jiufeng in surprise.

He still wanted to ask, but when Lin Tianyuan came, the little white cat could only scratch the ground randomly a few times to cross out the words he wrote.

Lin Jiufeng has read too many of its characters, so he doesn't care for a long time.

But when outsiders saw such crooked characters, the little white cat still felt embarrassed.

"Uncle, the four treasures of the study are here." Lin Tianyuan respectfully put the things on the stone table.

Lin Jiufeng paints with a brush.

He drew a picture of grass, wood and swords.

Very simple composition, green grass, river, trees, distant mountains, squinting eyes, village...

Lin Jiufeng drew a second picture.

A young man was practicing boxing, gaiting his horse, and punching.

After the two paintings were finished, Lin Jiufeng put down the brush.

Lin Tianyuan blinked, looked at Lin Jiufeng and asked, "Uncle, what does this mean?"

Two simple paintings.

He came here for help, not for painting.

Lin Jiufeng said: "Let the two martial sages each hold a painting and take your imperial decree to Shaolin Temple and Xuankong Temple to read the decree. If they don't abide by the imperial decree, just spread out the painting."

Lin Tianyuan was full of confusion.

That's it?

Can this make the two difficult Buddhists agree?

Lin Jiufeng didn't explain, but just stacked the two paintings and put them aside.

"Remember, don't open it early, it will kill someone." Lin Jiufeng smiled slightly and told Lin Tianyuan to leave.

Lin Tianyuan returned to the Forbidden City with two paintings in his hands.

The little white cat came out and wrote curiously: "Two paintings, are you playing with him?"

"Two paintings are enough. If the two of them were not in different places, one painting would be enough." Lin Jiufeng said softly.

"What did you draw on the paper?" The little white cat was very curious.

Lin Jiufeng thought about it seriously, and said, "I drew the gods on earth!"

The little white cat widened its eyes and looked at Lin Jiufeng in horror.

Lin Jiufeng just smiled at it, with a gentle temperament, like a spring breeze blowing on his face.

Chapter 39

Lin Tianyuan returned to the Forbidden City with two paintings.

In the meeting hall, there are two paintings.

The two paintings were folded. Although Lin Tianyuan didn't believe that the two paintings could solve the problem of Buddhism, he didn't dare to open them.

He still wants to listen to Lin Jiufeng's words.

"Call Cangshan and Beihai." Lin Tianyuan ordered after thinking for a while.

Immediately a eunuch went to call someone.

Cangshan and Beihai are a pair of brothers, who have always been casual cultivators, but their talents are very good. In the early stage of spiritual recovery, they broke through the realm of martial saints.

Following Prince Taiping's rebellion, Lin Tianyuan felt a great crisis, and began to recruit these casual cultivators.

The two of them came here and have been helping Lin Tianyuan with things.

Lin Tianyuan prepared a lot of resources for them, and each took what they needed.

After a while, two old men came in, clasped their fists and said, "I've seen Your Majesty!"

"You two, I hope you will go to the south of the Yangtze River." Lin Tianyuan said.

Cangshan and Beihai looked at each other, both embarrassed.

"Your Majesty, it's not that I'm unwilling, but that the Shaolin Temple and the Xuankong Temple are very powerful. Although our brother is a martial saint, we have only entered the level of knowledge of fate. In the face of these two powerful forces that have been passed down for thousands of years, it is still not enough. Yes." Cang Shan said bitterly.

He doesn't want to go to Jiangnan.

Now who doesn't know what happened between Buddhism and the Ming Emperor of the Ascension God Dynasty?

Let them go to the Jiangnan area at this time, isn't that sending them to death?

Although they lived comfortably under Lin Tianyuan, they were willing to perform some dangerous tasks for him.

But there is a difference between danger and death.

Of course, Lin Tianyuan knew what these two people were thinking, and said, "It is not for you to deal with these two major forces, but for you to read the imperial decree. After the two major forces have listened to it, if they agree, then there is no need to do anything."

Cangshan and Beihai still did not agree.

I promised not to do anything.

What if you don't agree?

Bei Hai was a chubby old man with an honest personality, so he couldn't help asking, "Then what if...they don't agree?"

Lin Tianyuan picked up the two paintings given by Lin Jiufeng, and said, "One painting per person, if they don't agree, you can open this painting."

Cangshan and Beihai stared at the painting in Lin Tianyuan's hand with suspicious eyes.

What is this?

Can two paintings balance two forces that have been passed down for thousands of years?

Like Lin Tianyuan, they didn't believe it from the bottom of their hearts.

So, they still refused to agree.

"These two paintings were painted by that senior in the imperial capital." Seeing that they refused to agree, Lin Tianyuan had no choice but to tell the truth.

Cangshan and Beihai looked at Lin Tianyuan in surprise.

"Is it that senior from more than ten years ago?" Cang Shan asked excitedly.

More than ten years ago, when the aura was just recovering, the two of them hadn't broken through to the Martial Saint yet.

I heard that terrible senior in the imperial capital at that time beheaded the Nine Great Martial Saints with a single sword.

Now more than ten years have passed, and both of them have entered the second step of Martial Saints, the realm of knowing fate.

How powerful should that senior be?

Cang Shan excitedly said, "It's really what that senior said?"

"That's right, I went to ask him how to calm the situation in the south of the Yangtze River, and he told me that it would be all right, that's why I came to you." Lin Tianyuan told the truth. …

This is not to tell the truth, no one would be foolish to go.

If we send those low-strength people there, it won't be effective. I'm afraid they won't even be able to enter the mountain gates of Shaolin Temple and Xuankong Temple.

Cangshan and Beihai looked at each other and nodded.

"Your Majesty, we brothers will take over this matter." Cang Shan said in a deep voice.

Lin Tianyuan was overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I will announce this matter to the world, so that the world will know that you are going to Jiangnan with an imperial decree, and there should be no problem at that time."

Cangshan and Beihai nodded.

Let the world know that their safety is more guaranteed.

"Also, don't open these two paintings before that time, it will kill people, remember to remember." Lin Tianyuan told him, which was also what Lin Jiufeng told him.

The two became serious now.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, we promise to complete the task." The two said at the same time.

"I'll write the imperial decree to you, and each of you will go to a Buddhist gate." Lin Tianyuan began to write the imperial decree. After thinking about it, he scolded fiercely, and suddenly his thoughts flowed like a spring, and his writing was brilliant.

"Take it to the south of the Yangtze River, and I will announce it to the world immediately." Lin Tianyuan handed them the imperial decree and said.

Cangshan and Beihai bowed back, took the imperial decree and the two paintings painted by Lin Jiufeng, and went to the south of the Yangtze River with a mission.

From the moment they left the Forbidden City, Yuhua Shenchao began to publicize this matter.

Ming Emperor Lin Tianyuan wrote two imperial decrees, which were carried by two martial sages and went to Shaolin Temple and Xuankong Temple in the south of the Yangtze River to read the imperial decrees.

The whole world is waiting for Lin Tianyuan's counterattack, waiting for Yuhua Shenchao's counterattack.

As soon as the news came out, it immediately spread throughout the land of China.

It is faster than Cangshan and Beihai to go to the south of the Yangtze River.

They are martial saints, and they are very fast, but before they reach Jiangnan, the news has spread throughout Jiangnan.

Shaolin Temple and Xuankong Temple got the news.

Shaolin Temple remained silent, as if it had not heard anything, and did not express any opinions.

They develop their own temples under their command, and none of them will be demolished.

On the contrary, the people from the Hanging Temple welcomed it bluntly.

"Enter my Xuankong Temple, shave off three thousand threads of trouble, and forget about the flies and dogs in the world, and we will save these two envoys."

This is a blatant threat. The Xuankong Temple is as arrogant as ever. They are monks, but they act very domineeringly. It has always been like this.

When Cangshan and Beihai arrived in Jiangnan, it was already two days later.

In just two days, rumors began to spread in the south of the Yangtze River, that countless heirs of powerful sects, descendants of aristocratic families, and outstanding casual practitioners all gathered in Shaolin Temple or Xuankong Temple.

They wanted to know how the two great Buddhist sects would deal with the envoys of Emperor Ming, and how they would treat the imperial decree that came?

Crowds of people, very lively.

Everyone is looking forward to the arrival of Cangshan and Beihai.

Scared them all.

"It seems to be a big mess." Cang Shan said with an ugly face.

"What are you afraid of? With the paintings of seniors, I believe it will be possible." Bei Hai trusted Lin Jiufeng very much.

It's not easy to trust Lin Jiufeng so much without ever meeting him.

"I also believe that since everyone has come, there is no reason to retreat." Cang Shan took a deep breath and asked, "Where are you going?"

Bei Hai stretched out his hand and said firmly, "I'm going to Shaolin Temple!"

"Then I'll go to Xuankong Temple, and we'll leave!" Cang Shan clasped his fists.

"Take care!" Bei Hai said seriously.

"It's okay to have senior's paintings here." Cang Shan smiled and said confidently.

They went to different places respectively, but arrived at the foot of Fomen Mountain at the same time.

This scene was seen by countless people, and everyone watched them.

The gates of Shaolin Temple and Xuankong Temple were also opened, allowing two people to come in.

Cangshan and Beihai held the imperial decree and Lin Jiufeng's painting in their pockets, and stepped firmly up the steps.

……

Imperial capital, cold palace!

Lin Jiufeng lay on the cold jade bed, closed his eyes and meditated, silently feeling.