Shaoshi Mountain, in the square in front of the Main Hall.
A group of people knelt down, including monks, Taoist priests, girls, old people, and children.
These people are from various major forces. This time they are here to watch the show. They want to see how the conflict between Shaolin Temple and Yuhua Shen Dynasty will be resolved
But who could have imagined that it would end like this
Thousands of people were forced to kneel down, unable to move. The more they struggled, the more uncomfortable they became.
The extremely strong punch seemed to be like a raging flame, burning them and making them very uncomfortable.
This is a shocking picture.
Beihai took a painting and suppressed the Shaolin Temple, and even a group of people who came to the Shaolin Temple to watch the show were also suppressed.
It's hard for them.
If I had known earlier that I would not go to the theater, this would be a completely unreasonable disaster.
The monks in Shaolin Temple were still struggling. They were very angry and regarded this as a great shame and humiliation.
But as the very old monk spoke, the whole place fell silent.
The abbot of Shaolin Temple turned his head in disbelief, staring at the old monk with bloodshot eyes, and asked in a voice: "What did you just say?"
The old monk said with difficulty: "I say this power is that of a human god!"
"Impossible!" the abbot categorically denied, shaking his head wildly. Although he was still kneeling, his face was full of panic.
"Since the fall of the human gods 1,500 years ago, no human gods have appeared since then. This power is very powerful, but it absolutely cannot be a human god!" The abbot made an excuse for himself, it cannot be a human god.
If it were a human god, then the Shaolin Temple would really be completely defeated and could no longer resist.
Shaolin Temple has accumulated countless temples, a huge number of believers, and countless treasures for hundreds of years. These things will all be taken away.
Therefore, it cannot be a human god!
However, this thing can no longer be transferred according to his will.
The old monk's words shocked everyone present.
Including the North Sea.
He was surprised and delighted, holding the painting in his hand, his whole body trembling.
Excited!
He only has one feeling now.
God on earth!
That mysterious senior actually stepped into the realm of human gods. It was incredible.
"No wonder Emperor Ming was so confident that he asked Cangshan and I to go down to the south of the Yangtze River." Beihai, who was so excited, actually began to admire Emperor Ming Lin Tianyuan.
Compared to Bei Hai's excitement, others were scared, trembling, shocked, in disbelief, etc.
These emotions are surging in everyone's hearts, with mixed feelings.
"There will be no human gods in this world," someone said in a loss of voice, with an expression of envy and fear.
They were also complacent about breaking through to the Martial Saint level because of a rain, thinking that they had reached the pinnacle of cultivation.
After all, they are all martial saints.
You are the second level, third level, or fourth level of Martial Saint, so what
Still a Martial Saint.
I am also a Martial Saint.
If you stand at the pinnacle of practitioners, that means I am also at the pinnacle.
But now, a painting unfolded, with huge momentum, terrifying boxing skills, and blazing coercion, directly crushing them.
Even a martial saint would have to kneel down under this momentum.
The Martial Saint is no longer the pinnacle of the world.
In this world, a god was born.
The old monk coughed and stammered: "The paper used for this painting is very simple, the ink used is also very simple, and the painting is very casual. All of this adds up to nothing."
"However, this painting was painted by a human god. It contains his momentum and a ray of his consciousness, so we can't resist."
"It is recorded in the scriptures that the gods in the world are terrifying existences that destroy the body and still have spiritual thoughts." The old monk said desperately.
His words made the abbot of Shaolin Temple close his eyes in despair.
Everyone else believed it at this moment.
There are gods in this world.
It was still in this human world that I became a god.
"No wonder the Emperor of Yuhuashen Dynasty dared to attack Buddhism."
"Shaolin Temple and Xuankong Temple have encountered a catastrophe this time."
"Yes, this is a terrible catastrophe. Fortunately, this human god does not have much murderous intention. Otherwise, there would be a river of blood in front of the Shaolin Temple's Main Hall."
"Let's kneel down. We won't suffer any loss if we kneel down to a human god."
"Yes, I thought that after a rain, the human court would no longer have enough evidence, but now it seems that it is still as usual, and it will be ruled."
"It depends on how the abbot handles this catastrophe in Shaolin Temple."
The abbot of Shaolin Temple heard this discussion.
He was in a daze, and a dying old monk appeared in front of him.
Holy Buddha!
Before he died, he said that there was a catastrophe in Shaolin Temple and asked them not to
"No," the abbot of Shaolin Temple smiled bitterly.
This sentence no, they understood it to mean don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid
But the reality is, don't resist.
"Holy Buddha, I understand now." The abbot of Shaolin Temple sighed, and he raised his head and looked towards Beihai.
Then he slowly raised the imperial edict in his hand and said loudly: "I, Shaolin, obey the imperial edict of my emperor!"
The people around him were quiet for a while, watching silently.
They knew that the abbot still surrendered.
He was afraid.
He did not dare to confront the Yuhua Divine Dynasty, and he did not dare to bear the wrath of the human gods of the Yuhua Divine Dynasty.
The monks in Shaolin Temple have also seen the facts clearly, and the end of stubborn resistance will definitely be miserable.
Fortunately, the Yuhua Dynasty left them Shaoshi Mountain.
Beihai looked at the abbot who was respectfully surrendering and holding up the imperial edict with both hands, and he closed the painting with satisfaction.
The pressure suddenly dissipated into nothingness.
Countless people relieved their pressure, gasped for air, and got up shakily.
The scene just now seemed like a dream.
But when I touched my back, cold sweat broke out, and everyone felt as if they had been fished out of water.
Looking at each other, there was only a wry smile and shock.
The gods on earth are so terrifying.
This was just a picture painted by the gods on earth, without any attack or murderous intention, and it suppressed them to the point of almost death.
If they really saw the gods on earth, they would probably die on the spot.
Beihai put away the folded paintings, and then said to the abbot of Shaolin Temple: "Within three months, all the temples except Shaoshi Mountain will be demolished, and all the millions of monks will return to secular life. Buddhism is not a place for harboring filth and evil. It is a heinous crime." People should be escorted to the government without delay."
The abbot of Shaolin Temple could no longer be arrogant this time. He bowed slightly and said tremblingly: "The poor monk knows!"
When he said these words, his heart hurt.
"But a large part of it belongs to the Hanging Temple, and we have no right to demolish it." The abbot sighed and explained.
"Don't worry, the Xuankong Temple now should be exactly the same as here." Beihai couldn't help laughing when he remembered that Cangshan was holding another painting.
The abbot and others couldn't help but shudder when they thought of the terrible scene just now.
They never want to experience this feeling again.
Hanging Temple!
The originally bustling Hanging Temple.
The arrogant and domineering Xuankong Temple.
The defiant Hanging Temple.
Now everyone was kneeling on the ground, breathing tremblingly.
Cangshan opened the painting, and a pastoral scene appeared around him.
Green grass, river, trees, distant mountains, squinting, village
These all appear vividly before everyone's eyes.
Peaceful and far-reaching.
But only the green grass was swaying, exuding a terrifying sword energy.
A sword energy crushed the headmaster of Xuankong Temple.
"Do you accept the decree?" Cangshan took out the imperial decree and looked at the headmaster of Xuankong Temple excitedly.
At this moment, the headmaster of Xuankong Temple, who looked completely defeated, knelt on the ground and said bitterly: "Poor monk, accept the order!"
How could he have imagined that there are gods in the world!