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

"Have you broken through the gods in the world?" the little white cat asked curiously.

It has been asking Lin Jiufeng this question for the past few days.

But Lin Jiufeng never answered it.

The little white cat persevered.

"You will know about it in two days." Lin Jiufeng said softly.

Chapter 40

Jiangnan, Mount Shaoshi!

This mountain is very famous in the Jiangnan area.

A Buddhist holy place, thousands of years ago, Shaoshi Mountain was the only Buddhist temple in the Jiangnan area.

Disagreements of thought occurred later, and Dalin Temple appeared.

Then there were civil strife and disputes, and the Hanging Temple appeared.

Buddhism is divided into three, and each of them says how orthodox they are.

Dalin Temple took away the Buddha's handwriting, Xuankong Temple took away the Buddha's tin rod, and Shaoshi Mountain kept the Buddha's relics.

The three families refused to accept each other, and it continued like this.

Now the three schools have developed their genres very well, and they are trying to integrate them, which is a fantasy.

In the past, Shaoshi Mountain should have been surrounded by believers, and there was an endless stream of people who came to offer incense and pray for blessings.

But today, Shaoshi Mountain does not accept believers, only practitioners from various major forces come in.

A sea of ​​people wanted to see if the Emperor Ming's emissary read the imperial decree, but the Shaolin Temple refused to pick it up, would the Emperor Ming's embarrassment be lost?

When Bei Hai stepped onto the steps of Shaolin Temple, countless eyes cast their gazes on him.

He felt uneasy and panicked, even if it was Wu Sheng, facing such a situation, he didn't know what to do.

But at this moment, he touched the painting in his arms.

Emboldened all of a sudden.

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

With head held high and chest high, he walked up to the Great Hall of Shaolin Temple confidently.

Here, standing in the center is a group of monks, surrounded by spectators.

They all stared at the North Sea.

Full of oppression.

It was as if Bei Hai was a sheep that had fallen into a pack of wolves and was watched by countless terrifying eyes.

Bei Hai shook his head, putting this feeling behind him, he didn't look at other people, but only stared at the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

A middle-aged monk, with a strong cultivation base and a very conceited man, looked at Beihai with contempt in his eyes, but said with a serious face: "Benefactor, come to Shaolin, what is the matter?"

Knowingly ask!

Bei Hai knew that it was impossible for them to accept the imperial decree.

He directly took out the imperial decree and said, "Abbot, do you want to read it yourself, or do you want me to read it out loud?"

The abbot of Shaolin Temple stretched out his hand and sucked it, and the imperial decree entered his hand.

Then open.

The abbot's face immediately changed.

Gloomy as water.

The words written in this imperial decree are impassioned and full of orders.

First of all, they blamed the mistakes of Buddhism, fooled the people, shielded criminals, violated the profound meaning of Buddhism, and were a group of fake monks.

In the end, Lin Tianyuan ordered Shaolin Temple to demolish the temples under his command within three months and keep only one Shaolin Temple.

The millions of monks were dismissed, and the criminals were handed over to the court for trial.

Otherwise, you will be at your own risk!

Lin Tianyuan was very happy when he was writing, but now the abbot is watching, his face is gloomy, cold, and his eyes are burning.

"My Buddhist sect is not against the court, but I will not let the court decide." The abbot said in a cold tone after reading.

"Today, Emperor Ming of the Yuhua God Dynasty wrote these words to humiliate my Shaolin Temple. This great shame has shamed the Buddha. If you can't leave, my Shaolin Temple will also go to greet that Emperor Ming." The abbot was really angry. Stretching out a finger, he said firmly.

He wants to take Beihai, forcibly transform it, and make Yuhua Shenchao suffer a big loss. …

The people around looked at it, not surprised at all.

How could Shaolin Temple be so easy to provoke?

"If you want to keep me, Shaolin Temple probably won't do it." Bei Hai shook his head and said.

"Eighteen Arhats are here, who dares to act presumptuously in my Shaolin!" Eighteen loud shouts converged into one voice, and then eighteen Arhat monks from the realm of martial sages jumped out.

They surrounded the North Sea.

"I have eighteen arhats in Shaolin, enough to suppress you." The abbot of Shaolin Temple said indifferently.

"I don't think so!" Bei Hai was still not afraid.

"You are a martial saint, how can you resist eighteen?" the abbot sneered.

Not only the people from Shaolin Temple, but also people from all major forces onlookers shook their heads, thinking that Emperor Ming's move was a bad move to let a Martial Saint come to Shaolin Temple.

Isn't this the loss of the wife and the loss of the army?

They looked at these eighteen martial sages and felt that Shaolin Temple has a profound heritage.

Bei Hai said, "When I left the imperial capital, a senior drew a painting, and I brought it here."

Everyone looked at each other.

At this time, why is Beihai talking about this?

"This painting is in my hand." Bei Hai took out the folded painting.

Everyone couldn't help but look over.

Unremarkable.

A painting of a piece of rice paper folded.

What can be done to save Beihai?

The abbot sneered: "Are you frightened by my Shaolin Temple and lost your mind?"

"You're talking nonsense here?" the abbot said disdainfully.

Bei Hai shook his head, and he said earnestly: "I have been living in the imperial capital. I saw the sword with my own eyes more than ten years ago, and I believe in the painting drawn by seniors more than ten years later, so I just want to tell you."

"That mysterious expert in the imperial capital is powerful, but that happened more than ten years ago. Now that it's raining and martial saints are everywhere, what big waves can he make by himself?" The abbot looked at Beihai indifferently, as if watching A mentally handicapped man.

That person drew a picture and used it as a trump card for Bei Hai.

Then Beihai believed it, and came to Shaolin Temple excitedly.

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

This is simply a ridiculous joke.

Shaolin Temple didn't believe it.

People of all major forces do not believe it.

What power can a small piece of paper have?

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

Everyone looked at it sarcastically, smiled mockingly, and their disdainful gestures were all seen at a glance.

However, after Bei Hai opened the painting.

boom!

The entire Shaoshi Mountain trembled suddenly, and then it was visible that six huge black holes appeared between the sky and the earth, spinning at a high speed, like six great abysses, suppressed by a violent aura.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The terrifying coercion poured down directly, and the entire Shaolin Temple's legs softened and they all knelt down.

Whether it's the abbot, or the Eighteen Arhats, or people from various forces who came here, or the old seniors of Shaolin Temple...

Kneel directly.

The only person standing in the audience was Bei Hai.

But now, he opened his mouth wide and it was difficult to close it. After his expression was dull, his heart was full of excitement, which was hard to describe, and his whole body was trembling with excitement.

"what is this?"

"This is the painting senior gave me."

"There is a child practicing boxing in the painting. Is he practicing... this terrifying boxing technique?"

"This painting came alive."

Bei Hai watched excitedly. The painting he opened was about a young man practicing boxing.

At this moment, the boy came alive.

He is practicing boxing!

If you practice well, it is Six Paths of Samsara Fist!

And this young man contained a wisp of Lin Jiufeng's spiritual consciousness.

So at this moment, with one punch, the Six Paths of Reincarnation appeared, suppressing all the people in Shaolin Temple.

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

He knelt down.

He couldn't get up.

The terrifying coercion pressed him firmly. If it weren't for the strong killing intent, the abbot would have suspected that he was dead.

Everyone looked at the sky in shock.

The six black holes are spinning in the air.

Press them down and kneel down facing the North Sea.

In Shaolin Temple, an old martial sage raised his head in shock, and said in horror: "This... this is... a god in the world!"

Chapter 41

Shaoshi Mountain, on the square in front of the Daxiong Palace.

A group of people knelt down, including monks, Taoist priests, girls, old people, children...

These people are people from various major forces. This time they are here to watch the show, and they want to see how the conflict between Shaolin Temple and Yuhua Shenchao will be resolved?

But who would have thought it would end like this?

Thousands of people were pressed down to their knees, unable to move, and the more they struggled, the more uncomfortable they became.

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

This is a shocking picture.

Bei Hai held a painting and suppressed the Shaolin Temple, and even brought a group of people who came to the Shaolin Temple to watch the theater, and they were also suppressed.

They are having a hard time.

If I had known earlier that I would not go to the theater, this was a completely unreasonable disaster.

The monks of Shaolin Temple are still struggling, they are very angry and regard this as a great shame and humiliation.

But when the very old monk spoke, the audience fell silent.