"Who dares to smash my Shaolin Temple!" With an angry shout, a figure appeared in front of Song Zhe like a whirlwind.

Song Zhe clapped his hands, slapped the dust off his hands, looked at the monk who was angry-eyed and said, "It's me, the eighth disciple of Zhang Zhenren of Wudang Mountain, Song Zhe." ”

"Humph! Children are arrogant, this is Shaolin Temple, but it is not your Wudang Mountain, what crime should you be guilty of trespassing in Shaolin! "This person is one of the Shaolin Dharma Protectors, the Dharma name is empty, and his strength is not much worse than that of Kongwen.

"Am I arrogant?" Song Zhe shook his head helplessly, this group of bald donkeys went to Wudang Mountain twice, which time was out of kindness? The last time he forced Zhang Cuishan and his wife to death, this time he tried to force him to death, but he didn't steal the chicken and rice, hit the hard stubble, and played himself to death.

Song Zhe is too lazy to talk nonsense, reasoning with this group of bald heads, fists are the best choice.

Tyre!

There was no exhalation, and the Vajra Divine Skill immediately spread all over the body, and it hit Song Zhe's palm containing Jiuyang's internal power.

"Pedal Pedal Pedal T Kong Wulian took three steps back, and there was a surge of qi and blood in his body. He clutched his chest and said in horror and inexplicable anger: "Jiuyang Divine Skill! How can you know Jiuyang Divine Skill, say, what is the relationship between you and the fire foreman Tuo ten years ago! "He was a little out of shape, when the fire foreman Tuo learned the Jiuyang Divine Skill to play the Shaolin Temple, he had never fought with him, and was seriously injured by the fire foreman Tuo, because he was very sensitive to the internal force of Jiuyang.

"Dead people don't need to know why." Song Zhe was stunned, and his figure quickly disappeared in place, and he didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly parried.

The surrounding monks surrounded the two of them in the middle, and a few of them were even eager to try. However, the strength of the two is superb, and they can't intervene at all.

"Hurry up and go to the back mountain to tell Uncle Wuchen!" There was no loud shout, and the only people in Shaolin Temple who could resist the power of Jiuyang's divine achievements were the old monks of the previous generation who practiced in the back mountain.

Dust-free is the heritage of Shaolin Temple, and it is also the main reason why Shaolin Temple can stand proudly in the Central Plains. And in terms of combat effectiveness alone, it is very likely that Wuchen is still above Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts was also obtained from Shaolin Temple back then.

Song Zhe's subordinates kept coming, and three consecutive punches slammed into the empty chest, breaking his Vajra Incorruptible Divine Skill, cracking his sternum, and the violent Jiuyang True Qi entered his body, constantly destroying his meridians.

Song Zhe didn't continue to make a move, killing an empty man had already played a good deterrent, at least let these bald donkeys know the difference in strength, and there would be no good results if they started.

The next thing to face is the foundation of Shaolin Temple, as long as he is defeated, the spirit of Shaolin Temple will collapse, and then it will naturally be captured. This is more convenient than slaughtering all the doors of the Shaolin Temple.

Song Zhe treats human life as a mustard, is indifferent and selfish, but it does not mean that he will kill for the sake of killing, and it is naturally better to save some effort. If the Shaolin Temple does not know each other, destroying the door is only a last resort.

At this moment, a Buddha's horn sounded between heaven and earth.

"Amitabha, the killing aura on the donor's body is too heavy, the resentment is too deep, and the karma has accumulated too much, and it will inevitably not end well in the long run. The donor can enter my door and chant my Buddhist scriptures day and night, and the karma on my body can be dissolved. ”

Not only were many monks in Shaolin Temple shocked, but even Song Zhe also felt a huge danger.

This kind of ability to transmit sound in the air is not unusual, and he can do it, but there is a kind of temptation hidden in this sentence, if it weren't for Song Zhe's tenacity, it would be easy to fall into his way.

"Shaolin Temple is worthy of being Shaolin Temple, and it is indeed a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger! In the lower Song Zhe, he is the eighth disciple of Zhang Zhenren of Wudang Mountain, and he came to Shaolin Temple to discuss martial arts. If the Shaolin Temple is willing to open the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to share with the people of the world, it is tantamount to doing a great good deed, and it must be able to achieve Bodhi and achieve positive results. Song Zhe clenched his fists and said seriously.

The strong should be respected.

"The donor really has a relationship with my Buddha, so the words that contain the avenue of life can be easily obtained. It's a pity that the people of the world are ignorant, most of them are stubborn people, and opening up martial arts will certainly make the Central Plains martial arts rise, but without corresponding education, mastering martial arts will become a source of turmoil. This is tantamount to a disaster for the people of the world. Therefore, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is still in the hands of the wise to be good. ”

Song Zhe admitted that what he said made a lot of sense, and he almost believed the old guy's nonsense.

"The master's words are wrong. The world is ignorant, and that is because of the lack of education. Since there is a lack of education, it is even more important to open knowledge to the people of the world, only everyone can read and write, everyone can practice, at that time, the thing of breaking the ban with martial arts can be eliminated, and brainstorming will integrate all martial arts throughout the ages, and may deduce martial arts to a new height! Song Zhe was calm and carefully sensed the position of the old monk.

"Hehe, the donor's words are very good! It's a pity ......"

"It's a pity you don't have this opportunity!" Song Zhe sneered, the single battle armor instantly merged, and a laser shot straight into the depths of the Shaolin Temple over the obstacles.

After a long time, an old monk with gray hair and crumbling appeared from behind the main hall of Shaolin Temple.

One of his arms had disappeared, and the qi and blood in his body could barely be felt, this was a dying man.

"How did you find me?" Wuchen stared at Song Zhe with burning eyes.

Song Zhe smiled, the conversation with the old monk just now was to determine his location. This old guy is too weird, every sentence has the effect of affecting people's hearts, and if this goes on like this, Song Zhe is not sure that he will spend it with him here. And this is the Shaolin Temple, what he came here for, he always knows.

Taking advantage of the power fluctuations when the old monk spoke, Song Zhe finally found his position after many confirmations, and then the single battle armor merged to complete the final lore!

"You don't have to know, remember to take me to say hello to your Buddha before you go to see him." Song Zhe raised his arm, the light flashed, and the dustless head disappeared from view.

The monks who stayed in the Shaolin Temple did not know that Song Zhe had such a battle armor, nor had they seen such a strange method. In addition to shock, there is more fear.

Song Zhe raised his face, his gaze swept over everyone without emotion, and every monk who was swept by his gaze unconsciously lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

"Very good, from today onwards, the Shaolin Temple is attached to Wudang Mountain, and all the books in the Shaolin Temple are at the disposal of Wudang Mountain. But who is against it? Song Zhe's flat voice sounded in everyone's ears, and several elderly monks took a trembling step and were just about to accuse, when Song Zhe went down with a few lasers, and there were a few more corpses on the ground.

The rest of the crowd was shocked, and no one dared to raise their voices against it.

The ex-offender just lay there, his mouth shut forever.