Shaolin, a thousand-year-old temple.

Since Bodhidharma crossed to the east, the Taoist system of Zen Buddhism has been created, and Shaomu Mountain has become the ancestral garden of Zen Buddhism!

On the rivers and lakes, Shaolin is a martial arts holy place that holds the bull's ear of righteousness, and no one can shake this status for thousands of years.

In the world of Gulong, the rivers and lakes are changing rapidly, almost ten or twenty years is a big era, I don't know how many forces and sects complement each other, you sing and I will appear.

But throughout the ages, no matter what era, no matter how powerful the sect, no matter how amazing and brilliant the figures, they have never shaken the status of Shaolin, the leader of the righteous path.

But Chu Feng wants to make Shaolin belong to him today and become a rudder of the Blue Dragon Society! This is a great ambition, and if it succeeds, it will be groundbreaking!

In fact, Chu Feng had already planned, he took the lead in entering Shaolin, killing the high-level Shaolin, causing Shaolin chaos, the dragons without a leader, and then the Qinglong Society army pressed the border, and it was inevitable that Shaolin could easily be subjugated!

Now, Chu Feng wants to enter the inner temple in the name of congratulating his birthday and implement the beheading plan!

"Why are so many people going to Shaolin today?" Deng Yuru wondered.

"Today's people are naturally ......"

Chu Feng and Deng Yuru walked side by side, strolling on the stone steps, but their eyes were looking at the bustling crowd around them.

Shaolin Buddhism ancestral court, naturally there are countless good men and women to come to worship the Buddha incense, plus it is a famous family in the rivers and lakes, there are also a lot of people who worship the mountains and lakes, especially today is the birthday of the master of Ruyi, the people of the rivers and lakes who climb the mountain are endless!

Master Ruyi is a master of Shaolin with a very high seniority, ranked one of the four protectors, a body of unfathomable martial arts, a hundred steps of divine fist, and arhat magic have reached the realm of supernatural transformation, not under the Shaolin abbot and the four firsts!

At this time, the abbot of Shaolin is the Great Compassion Zen Master!

The four first seats are the first Master of Xuan Compassion in the Dharma Academy, the first Master of Xuan Bitterness in the Luohan Hall, the first Master of Xuan Pain in the Prajna Hall, and the first Master of Xuan Pain in the Precept Academy!

Under the auspices of these five monks, Shaolin can be described as a fire cooking oil, flowers are blooming, and the prestige is a great victory, and it has reached its peak!

Only the Wudang faction, which is across the mountain from Shaolin, can compete with Shaolin a little!

As for the other five major factions, their prestige is declining, and they have shown a decline and decline, and they are far from being as good as them!

Chu Feng traveled all the way, only to feel that the green grass around him, the flowers were extremely beautiful, and there were Xuanyao singing, elk dancing, tigers lying on the cliff, and the beasts were happy, and the scenery along the way was really beautiful.

"It's so beautiful here......!"

Deng Yuru ran happily, laughing as pleasantly as a silver bell, picking up a gorgeous red flower, inserting it on his head, adding to the glow, more pure and lovely.

"Pretty ...... indeed!" Chu Feng's eyes wandered away, and he muttered to himself: "It's just that this place will be destroyed later...!" ”

Along the stone steps, several people quickly climbed the mountain, and a magnificent Buddhist holy place was suddenly revealed.

Wisps of fragrant green smoke rose up, and the grand bell rang for nine days, but the voice of the Buddha of Compassion became louder and louder!

It's all solemn and awe-inspiring!

Chu Feng saw that many martial arts people came and went, and there were many first-class and second-rate figures in the rivers and lakes.

At least one or two percent of these martial arts people are lay disciples and protégés of Master Ruyi.

"Peach and plum are all over the world, and protégés are all over the world!"

Chu Feng's eyes flickered slightly: "A Demon Sect elder who has been hidden in Shaolin for thirty years is far from being comparable to Feng Lun Yeru...... ”

"Hello donors! But come to the incense and worship the Buddha ......! A young novice clasped his hands together, performed a Buddha salute, and bowed.

Ximen Yu walked up and coughed: "We are here to congratulate Master Ruyi!" ”

"It turned out to be a friend of Master Ruyi, please come with me...!"

Hearing this, Xiao Shami looked at the six of them and smiled kindly: "Master Ruyi is in the pavilion in the back mountain!" ”

Xiao Shami took Chu Feng and a few people into Shaolin, and just after passing through a courtyard and a corridor, he saw three monks coming towards him.

These three monks have sharp eyes, burly figures, and majestic physiques, and their apricot yellow robes have been propped up.

A monk in the middle had thick eyebrows and big eyes, he tilted his head slightly, and his eyes flashed: "These donors don't know what they are doing when they come to this temple?" ”

"Huijue, Huitong, Huiguang, how did the three senior brothers get out of the customs......!"

Xiao Shami was surprised, and then said: "These donors are here to recruit Master Ruyi, and I am about to lead them to the Houshan Monastery ......!" ”

"Oh! By the way, Senior Brother Xuyun, your master seems to be calling you ...... just now! Hui Jue suddenly saluted and said with a light smile: "Let me take these friends of Master Ruyi with me...... ”

"Thank you, senior brother, for telling ......!" Xiao Shami Xuyun looked at Chu Feng and the others, and said apologetically: "The donor will follow my senior brothers......!"

"Where to go?"

"Are you going to see Hades......!"

Chu Feng suddenly snorted coldly, his eyes flashed, and he put his hands behind his back: "Go, take it for me...!" ”

Behind them, Feng Lun, Ye Ru, and Ximen Yu suddenly rushed out and attacked the three monks!

"Hmph, it's really a demon...!"

"It seems that Qiu Gongzi's words are true......!"

"Kill...!"

Three thunderous shouts rang out, and Huijue, Huitong and Huiguang had already flashed out! The two masters stepped on the ground at the same time, and when the earth trembled slightly, the two monks had already attacked like thunder.

One left, one right and one middle, suddenly each punched!

Luohan Fist!

This stunt is known for its fierceness and majesty, and its divine power is incredible!

Now the three masters of the Luohan Hall are extremely angry, and they don't have the slightest hand, and the power contained in the palm of the fist is enough to destroy the gold powder stone, and the flesh and blood body is carried up head-on, just afraid that it will be blasted into meat sauce in an instant.

"People outside the square can't imagine that there is such a heavy evil qi!" Chu Feng's expression was faint and he looked at Bai Yujing.

Bai Yujing's expression was cold, his eyes were far away, and he didn't say a word.

Feng Lun Ye rolled down a scimitar from his robe, and above the momentum condensed and the sword light, a divine knife slash that had no return had already slashed down towards the two monks!

Ximen Yu slapped it with one palm, mixed with the elements, the air seemed to have been frozen, like a thunderbolt, and the continuous explosion continued!

This is the Thunderbolt Mixed Yuan Palm, which is a superior martial art in the Blue Dragon Society, and Ximen Yu has already practiced eight or nine points of fire, and the power is endless!

Bang!

The majestic energy swept in all directions, and the air was like thunder, shaking the eardrums!

Feng Lun Yeru took a step back in unison, and the round knife was broken out of a gap!

Huitong and Huiguang looked frightened, one of their arms was actually cut off by the divine knife, and a large piece of blood sprayed out!

In addition, Huijue, who fought against Ximenyu, spit out a mouthful of blood and was already injured!

"The master of the Luohan Hall is just like that......!" Ximen Yu coughed a few times and looked at the three of them coldly.

"Who are you, why do you want to hurt my three senior brothers......!"

Suddenly, Xuyun's strength was too weak, and now he came back to his senses, his face was full of shock, and he shouted angrily!

"Hehe, I not only want to hurt your three senior brothers, but I also want to subdue your Shaolin Temple!"

Chu Feng waved his hand, and the three masters of the Luohan Hall were instantly captured by Ye Ru and Feng Lun!

"Chu Feng, why did you injure the Shaolin monk...!"

Deng Yuru said anxiously, grabbed Chu Feng's arm, and showed an anxious look on his face: "You will offend the ...... of Shaolin Temple like this!" ”

"You get out of the way, what is the Shaolin Temple, if you refuse to surrender, you will have to die ......!"

Chu Feng's eyes were cold, he pushed Deng Yuru away, and walked to Xuyun: "Where are your abbots and the four heads...... ”

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

"The Lord of the Blue Dragon Guild is here, why bother sneaking around......!"

Suddenly, dozens of figures appeared from the corner!

The person at the head is full of compassion, with low eyebrows and eyes, plain eyes, wearing a bright red robe, holding a golden Zen staff, like a bodhisattva in the temple, a living Buddha in the temple!

It is the abbot of Shaolin, the Great Compassion Zen Master!

"Sure enough, your Shaolin Temple has already prepared!"

"Who is it that leaked the operation?"

Chu Feng's eyes flashed.

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