When he was the governor of Henan, Feng Zhou had already seen that the biggest unstable factor in Henan was not the Yellow River Gang or the White Lotus Sect, but their mastermind behind the scenes, the Shaolin faction.

The rebellious White Lotus Sect and the Yellow River Gang who took advantage of the chaos are just puppet forces placed on the bright side of Shaolin!

Otherwise, how could most of the so-called elder protectors of the White Lotus Sect practice the martial arts of Shaolin Gang all the way?

The masters of the Yellow River Gang who made trouble were generally the same.

And their strength has reached the first-class level of the rivers and lakes, if only a few people are talented and can reach such a height by practicing the most basic Shaolin Kung Fu, but it is obvious that this is not the case.

That is to say, the Shaolin martial arts practiced by these people are all very spiritual in Shaolin kung fu.

What does this mean?

It shows that Shaolin is the real boss of Henan rivers and lakes!

How big are the interests and related personnel involved in the White Lotus Sect, even the senior bachelors of the cabinet have come forward, Feng Zhou can not give them face, but the people below don't have the guts.

Therefore, it is imperative to besiege Shaolin to deter the ugliness!

But the Shaolin of this world is not an ordinary Jianghu sect.

The elder-level bitter gourd master has a super-first-class cooking level, and I don't know how he practiced it.

The iron-shouldered master at the head level can accept the tiger and leopard brothers who dominate the world as apprentices, and this tiger and leopard brothers, even the wooden people have to treat them solemnly, and Ximen Chuixue does not dare to attack them with all their might.

It can be seen that the Shaolin Temple has a deep heritage.

What's more, in this world of Xianxia that people don't know in the rivers and lakes, the name of Shaolin Temple, the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism, has even more extraordinary Buddhist powers.

No one expected that Feng Zhou, who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, would be so bold and directly besiege Shaolin!

At that time, he was honored as a political envoy in Henan, and with the might of Shangfang's sword, he led an army of 10,000 to besiege Songshan, which shocked the whole world.

You must know that the political envoy is a civilian official who is insulated from the army, but Feng Zhou can command the army, as his arm points out.

Shaolin was stunned, but he was not flustered, thousands of warrior monks blocked the passage up the mountain with sticks, and they were not afraid of the majesty of the imperial court officials and soldiers.

After all, they are the largest landowners in Henan.

And there is constant contact with the imperial court.

And they can also be combined with the Buddha's supernatural powers.

Naturally, they are not afraid of sealing the boat.

No matter how they say it, they have nothing to do with the rebellious White Lotus Sect on the surface.

What else is there to say, let's fight!

Feng Zhou did not command his officers and soldiers to charge, but rushed up with empty fists alone.

The body is like a swimming dragon leaping like flying, the huge Songshan Mountain can't stop his progress at all, one step out of the strength wantonly, a punch out of the domineering eternal, like an invisible and qualitative Baizhang iron rod falling from the sky, hitting the stone steps leading to the Shaolin Zen Temple.

Bang!

The entire Shaolin Mountain shook for a while, and the Shaolin monks who were angry and angry rolled to the ground like a gourd, and the straight stone steps that sloped up in the dense mountain forest, a crack spread directly from the foot of the sealed boat to the halfway up the mountainside.

Along the way, all the Shaolin warrior monks who were directly hit by the qi were crushed into meat by the sharp knife without even snorting, and they couldn't die anymore!

"If there is anyone who is not convinced, I will kill it!"

Feng Zhou roared loudly, ignoring the reaction of the Shaolin warrior monk who was stunned by the power of one breath, and strode up along the crack on the straight stone steps.

At this stage, people with brains no longer dared to intercept them, and their faces were so frightened that they trembled all over, as if they had been immobilized, and they didn't dare to move.

When Feng Zhou came to the big square in front of the Shaolin Zen Temple, a group of warrior monks rushed out of the Shaolin Temple, full of spirit and spirit, and the number was just one hundred and eight according to a certain trajectory to put down the Shaolin Arhat array, inviting Feng Zhou to enter the battle for a try.

What about the One Hundred and Eight Arhat Array?

Feng Zhou laughed, completely unconcerned, and stepped into the solemn Arhat array, rushing left and right to punch vertically and horizontally, and those who were seriously injured were killed directly, although once the one hundred and eight Arhat array was in operation, it seemed that he had come to another world, and his body seemed to be full of angry Arhats, no matter the spirit and spirit were greatly suppressed, if he was replaced by ordinary people, even if he was the so-called top master of the rivers and lakes, once he was trapped in it, he would only be consumed alive.

But what kind of person is Feng Zhou, he is a quasi-saint who has come to practice in the mortal world, and his internal strength alone is unfathomable and endless, where can he be suppressed by the divine power formed by the Arhat formation?

After only half a pillar of incense, the one hundred and eight Arhat arrays collapsed with a bang, killing more than ninety in battle, and the rest also fell to the ground completely, losing the strength to fight again.

"Shaolin only has such strength, it's really disappointing to this official!"

Feng Zhou stood with his hands in his hands, surrounded by a blood-colored square filled with blood-stained red stumps and broken arms, his tone was flat, but his majesty was incomparable, and his bearing was extraordinary, in this sound, the gate of Shaolin Temple also shook violently, crumbling.

His majesty is about to destroy the thousand-year-old Shaolin, at this moment.

Amitabha!

The closed door of the Shaolin Zen Temple suddenly opened, and the twelve white-haired and white-eyed old monks chanted the Buddha name with their palms up, and then there was a mysterious and huge Buddhist magic power surging out, instantly spreading throughout the Shaolin Zen Temple, to see how to compete with his awe-inspiring energy.

At the beginning of that world, the Great Day of the Great Day of the Boat Sealing War made it pass away, and later it was carried forward to completely divide the Buddhism, so the magic power of the Buddhism on his body was incomparable and more vast.

So he just smiled faintly, as far as his eyes could see, with the majestic power of the Buddha Gate drawn out by the twelve old monks Qi Xuan Buddha, as if he had encountered a greater existence, he quickly shrank inward in the perception of Feng Zhou.

This formation is like a naughty child meeting a majestic parent.

Instant malaise.

But that's it!

Feng Zhou's face was as usual, just a wave of his sleeves. I heard a loud bang, and all the Shaolin monks present were stunned, only to see the thick courtyard walls of the Shaolin Zen Temple, including the gate, collapse and turn into ruins!

While!

At this moment, a leisurely bell rang in the depths of the Shaolin Zen Temple, and suddenly a shining Buddha light flashed out from the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and instantly descended on a warrior monk who was full of strength.

Drink!

The warrior monk looked up to the sky and roared, like a lion and tiger chanting, shocking people's eardrums and shaking the earth.

This is the power of the combination of the two Arhats, who subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger.

Suddenly, the strength in front of him roared, and the warrior monk had already attacked wildly, punching one punch after another, the fist momentum was like a dragon domineering, and the true qi roared where the fist strength passed, and the air was shocking and terrifying.

It is clearly possessed by the dragon and the tiger.

Feng Zhou laughed, waved his sleeves, fanned out a breath of energy, and fought with the warrior monk who was empowered by the Buddha's light, what is amazing is that the energy advances and retreats freely, and the strength is extraordinary, constantly bombarding the other party, and it actually makes a sound of gold and iron intermingling, and that guy is not the slightest damage but is getting braver and braver.

In the face of the Arhat's possession, Feng Zhou's qi swinging out casually not only did not flinch, but instead surged with qi and blood, rolling out the blood-red light flames around his body, slowly becoming condensed from the previous illusory, as terrifying as a real flame.

Dangdangdang......

Although the warrior monk who was empowered by the Buddha's light was quite good, under the automatic attack of the qi fanned out by the sealing boat, his body made a series of golden and iron sounds, as if a person's sandbag was blasted upside down again and again, but after a while, he returned to his body and was still as strong as a dragon.

The entire Shaolin was completely stunned.

Because the warrior monk possessed by the Arhat couldn't get close to the body of the boat at all, and was only repelled by the opponent's strength halfway.

Therefore, everyone has seen that even the 'false Arhat' who has been blessed by the Buddha and is like a vajra is not an opponent!

It's even like a junior meeting an elder!

Everyone was stunned and incredulous, like statues made of wood.

Feng Zhou would ignore the thoughts of the Shaolin monks around him, he just stood with his hands in his hands, quietly looking at the qi he had just emitted, abusing this warrior monk possessed by the Arhat, and experiencing the realm of the other party.

It didn't take long, only a quarter of an hour later, the warrior monk suddenly had a golden light all over his body, and suddenly retreated to the side of the monks, sitting on the ground and sitting on the Buddha number, the golden Buddha light on his body quickly dissipated like flowing water, as if he realized something, the twelve old Shaolin monks were full of sorrow and all the Buddha's number was high, and chanted loudly: Send the Arhats back to the Western Bliss!

The next moment, the warrior monk's face was full of smiles......

"Give you three days to hand over the leaders and remnants of the rebel army who fled into Shaolin, otherwise even if Your Majesty decrees, this official will destroy Shaolin!"

Seeing this situation, Feng Zhou said lightly and left leisurely.

Later that day, Shaolin sent the leaders and backbones of the rebel army who were hiding in the Monastery to the Yamen of the Henan Political Department in Dengfeng, and did not dare to say a word.

Since then, the boat has been overwhelming, and the Shaolin Temple has become a pug of the boat.