Jiangnan, Shaoshi Mountain!
This mountain is very famous in the Jiangnan area.
A holy land for Buddhism, thousands of years ago, Shaoshi Mountain was the only Buddhist temple in the Jiangnan region.
Subsequently, ideological differences occurred, and Dalin Temple emerged.
Then there was civil strife, constant disputes, and the Xuankong Temple appeared.
Buddhism is divided into three, each claiming to be more or less orthodox.
Dalin Temple took away the Buddha's handwriting, Xuankong Temple took away the Buddha's tin staff, and Shaoshi Mountain preserved the Buddha's relics.
None of the three families obeyed the other, and it continued like this.
Now the three schools have developed their own genres very well, and if they want to merge them, that is a fantasy.
In the past, Shaoshi Mountain would have been surrounded by believers, with an endless stream of people coming to offer incense and pray for blessings.
But today, Shaoshi Mountain does not accept believers, but only allows practitioners from all major forces to come in.
There was a sea of people, all wanting to see what happened after Emperor Ming's envoy read out the imperial edict. If Shaolin Temple refused to accept it, would Emperor Ming's face be completely lost
When Beihai stepped onto the steps of Shaolin Temple, countless eyes came to him.
He felt uneasy and panicked. Even if he was a Martial Saint, he had no idea when faced with such a situation.
But fortunately at this time, he touched the painting in his arms.
I suddenly felt confident.
With senior's paintings here, he has nothing to be afraid of.
With head held high and chest held high, he walked confidently into the Main Hall of Shaolin Temple.
Here, standing in the center is a group of monks, surrounded by people watching the excitement.
They all stared at the North Sea.
Full of oppression.
It was as if Beihai was a sheep that fell into a pack of wolves and was watched by countless terrifying eyes.
Beihai shook his head and put this feeling behind him. He did not look at anyone else but stared at the abbot of Shaolin Temple.
A middle-aged monk with very strong cultivation and a very arrogant personality looked at Beihai with contempt in his eyes, but with a serious face he said: "Donor, come to Shaolin, what do you mean?"
Asking questions knowingly!
Beihai knew that it was impossible for them to welcome the imperial edict.
He directly took out the imperial edict and said, "Abbott, 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 expression immediately changed.
Gloomy as water.
The words written in this imperial edict are exquisite, impassioned and full of commanding tone.
First, he complained about the mistakes of Buddhism, fooling the people, shielding criminals, violating the mysteries of Buddhism, and being a group of fake monks.
Finally, Lin Tianyuan ordered the Shaolin Temple to demolish the temples under his command within three months and keep only one Shaolin Temple.
Millions of monks were dismissed and the guilty were handed over to the court for trial.
Otherwise, there will be consequences at your own risk!
Lin Tianyuan was very happy when he wrote it, but now the abbot looked at it, his face was gloomy and cold, and his eyes were burning.
"We in Buddhism are not enemies of the imperial court, but we will not let the imperial court manipulate it either." The abbot said in a cold tone after reading this.
"Today Emperor Ming of the Yuhua Dynasty wrote these words to humiliate my Shaolin Temple. This shameful humiliation has brought shame to Buddha. You can't leave. I, the Shaolin Temple, will also go to greet the Ming Emperor." The abbot was really angry. He pointed a finger and said forcefully.
He wanted to capture Beihai, forcefully convert it, and cause the Yuhua Dynasty to suffer a big loss.
The people around looked at it, not surprised at all.
Is Shaolin Temple so easy to mess with
"If you want to keep me, I'm afraid Shaolin Temple won't be able to do it." Beihai shook his head.
"Eighteen Arhats are here, who dares to act arrogant in our Shaolin!" Eighteen loud shouts converged into one voice, and then eighteen Arhat monks in the martial sage realm jumped out.
They surrounded the North Sea.
"I have eighteen Arhats in Shaolin, enough to suppress you." The abbot of Shaolin Temple said with a cold face.
"I don't think it's possible!" Beihai was still not afraid.
"How can you, a martial saint, resist eighteen others?" the abbot sneered.
Not only the people from the Shaolin Temple, but also the people from all the major forces who were watching shook their heads, thinking that Emperor Ming's move was a bad move to let a martial saint come to the Shaolin Temple.
Isn't this losing the wife and losing the troops
They looked at these eighteen martial arts saints and lamented that Shaolin Temple has a profound heritage.
Beihai said: "When I left the imperial capital, a senior painted a painting and I brought it to him."
Everyone looked at each other.
At this time, why is Beihai talking about this
"This painting is in my hand." Beihai took out the folded painting.
Everyone couldn't help but look over.
Unremarkable.
A painting of folded rice paper.
What can you do to save Beihai
The abbot sarcastically said: "Are you so frightened by my Shaolin Temple that you lose your mind and go crazy?"
"Are you talking nonsense here?" the abbot said disdainfully.
Beihai shook his head and said seriously: "I have been living in the imperial capital. I saw that sword with my own eyes more than ten years ago. I believe in this painting painted by my senior more than ten years later, so I just want to tell you."
"The mysterious master in the imperial capital is very powerful, but that was more than ten years ago. Now when it rains, martial saints are everywhere. What big waves can he make by himself?" The abbot looked at Beihai indifferently, as if he was watching A mentally disabled person who has lost his mind.
The man drew a picture and used it as a trump card for Beihai.
Then Beihai believed it and came to Shaolin Temple excitedly.
Now I want to open this painting and make Shaolin Temple surrender.
This is simply a ridiculous joke.
Shaolin Temple didn’t believe it.
People from all the major forces don’t believe it.
What power can a small piece of paper have
Beihai was surrounded by people. Seeing that no one believed it, he took a deep breath and opened the painting directly.
Everyone looked at him sarcastically, laughing mockingly, and their disdainful attitude was clearly visible.
However, after Beihai opened the painting.
boom!
The entire Shaoshi Mountain suddenly trembled, and then six huge black holes appeared between the sky and the earth, spinning at extremely fast speeds, like six abyss, and the violent momentum was suppressed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The terrifying pressure poured down directly, and the entire Shaolin Temple's legs weakened and they all knelt down.
Whether it is the abbot, the Eighteen Arhats, people from various major forces, or the seniors of Shaolin Temple
Just kneel down.
The only person standing in the audience was Bei Hai.
But now, with his mouth wide open and difficult to close, and his expression dull, he was filled with excitement that was hard to describe, and his whole body was shaking with excitement.
"What's this?"
"This is the painting that senior gave me."
"There is a child practicing boxing in the painting. Is this the terrifying boxing technique he practices?"
"This painting comes alive."
Beihai looked at it excitedly. The painting he opened showed a boy practicing boxing.
At this moment, the boy came to life.
He's practicing boxing!
After practicing, it is the Six Paths of Samsara Fist!
And this young man contains a ray of Lin Jiufeng's consciousness.
So at this moment, with one punch, the Six Paths of Reincarnation appeared and suppressed everyone in the Shaolin Temple.
The abbot of Shaolin Temple trembled and said, "What is going on?"
He knelt down.
He couldn't stand up.
The terrifying pressure was pressing down on him. If it weren't for the strong killing intent, the abbot would have suspected that he was already dead.
Everyone looked at the sky in shock.
Six large black holes rotated in the air.
Press them to kneel down facing the North Sea.
In the Shaolin Temple, an old martial arts saint raised his head in shock and said in horror: "This is a human god!"