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A thousand-year-old temple, a huge and continuous temple is located on top of the small room.

Between the towers and halls, the sound of the bell lingers, the incense is faint, and the thousand-year-old past seems to be in the bell, across the time and space, one by one in front of you.

The long river of fate flows, the time is quiet, the millennium is not there, how many emperors will be like smoke, how many big factions and wealthy families are scattered into mud, how many heroes are rolling like the water of the Yangtze River, and there is no return.

The temple of more than 1,000 years, the holy land in the martial arts, bathed in the wind and rain of the years, it still stands there.

Now, this thousand-year-old ancient temple has ushered in the most terrifying moment of his life.

In the early morning, the sun shines on the stairs to Shaolin, and among the roadside forests, the leaves shake and flutter down one by one, as if they are also telling a sad song.

Outside of Shaolin, there is a wide open space, and the people in the open space are mixed, and many martial arts people are holding swords and holding flags, to cheer for Shaolin.

The Shaolin disciples who were outside had been recalled, and some lay disciples also gave up their work and rushed over one after another.

At this time, they are the backbone of Shaolin's resistance to the White Night.

At the foot of Shaomu Mountain, there were a few neighing horses faintly in the wind, and the martial arts people who were originally talking noisily looked tight, and the hands holding the swords became even harder.

An army of several thousand people stopped at the foot of Mt. Shomuro, explored the environment, deployed positions, and began to set up various weapons.

They were ordered not to let a person go down the mountain.

On the road of Shaolin, a group of more than 100 people walked on the stairs, coming towards Shaolin, these people often stepped out and fell a few steps away, the speed was extremely fast, but dozens of breaths of effort, they had already arrived at that clearing.

The first person was dressed in blue, with long black hair falling down, an expressionless face, and a pair of eyes glowing with a deep light.

As soon as he arrived at the open space in front of the Shaolin Temple, the martial arts people seemed to be overlooked by a giant beast, and the inexplicable pressure made some people clench their swords, and thick sweat oozed from their foreheads.

No one dared to speak, no one dared to move.

They know that the person in front of them seems to be young, but in fact his skills are the best in the world, although he himself does not say it, but in their hearts, this is the best in the world.

"Shaolin, that's how you treat guests?"

The man took a heavy step out, followed the sound, and slapped the door of the Shaolin Temple.

"Boom!"

A dull crashing sound sounded, and the door of this Shaolin Temple was actually made of steel, but even so, Bai Ye hit a palm, and a deep palm print was trapped on it.

"Goo, goo."

The sound of swallowing saliva came from all the martial arts people, and they felt chills in their hearts, what kind of palm power was this?! If you hit someone, will anyone survive?

Behind Bai Ye, more than 100 special combat members stood meticulously, they were all fully armed, and they didn't seem to be carrying anything, but there were deadly weapons everywhere on their bodies.

Soon after the sound came out, the temple was filled with chanting sounds, as if in a queue, the gate slowly opened, and two teams of warrior monks with wooden sticks stood on both sides of the road in front of the door, without looking at the people in the white night.

Several middle-aged monks, dressed differently from the warrior monks, walked out accompanied by an old monk wearing a brocade robe and holding sandalwood beads.

"Amitabha, Master Guo Shi has really not seen him for many years. At the beginning, Guo Shizhu was still a small son, but today he is a hegemon. ”

The old monk in the splendid robe was full of smiles, and he was not dissatisfied at all because he slammed the mountain gate in the white night and surrounded the young room.

"Unintentional abbot, you also know my intentions, we don't say secret words, so we don't need to be polite, just explain the matter."

Bai Ye smiled, and waved his hand to interrupt the old monk's idea of making Bai Ye compassionate on the grounds of recounting old things.

"This, since Master Guo Shi is willing to explain things clearly and make it clear, why not go into the temple and talk about it?"

The old monk turned the Buddha bead in his hand, and made a gesture of please, and several other middle-aged monks stared at the white night with unkind eyes, and the martial arts people in the open space also watched silently.

Shaolin Temple is not an ordinary temple, come and go freely, but a martial arts sect where martial arts and Buddhism coexist.

"Yes, let's go!"

Bai Ye said coldly, followed the stairs in front of the door, and walked towards the temple, and more than 100 special combat personnel behind him set off together, wanting to keep up with Bai Ye, and those warrior monks had sticks in their hands, blocking in front of them.

Two cold rays of light fell, and before the two warrior monks could react, the wooden stick was cut out of a smooth incision and broken in two.

"You, you ......"

A middle-aged monk angrily pointed at the special combat team, and the warrior monks tightened their sticks in their hands, only the old monk shook his head lightly, chanted a Buddha horn, and let the special combat team members enter Shaolin with Bai Ye.

"Abbot ......"

A middle-aged monk is angry and anxious, when was Shaolin coerced and humiliated by others?

"Uncle Abbot ......"

Another monk was about to speak, the old monk looked sad, pointed to the sky, and then pointed to the back of the white night, with a small figure, and followed into the temple.

The temple that has been inherited for thousands of years, the enduring martial arts holy land, the Shaolin Temple has been cleaned very clean and tidy, the houses and courtyards are cleaned up in an orderly manner, and the white night is also sighing, Shaolin can stand for many years, and there is also a very important reason, from these insignificant little things, you can see one or two.

In the Shaolin Daxiong Treasure Hall, Shaolin side, white night side, the guest and the host are seated, the abbot and the old monk sit in the first place, all of them do not speak, and sit there like a sculpture into the gods.

Bai Ye drank the tea sent by the Shaolin monks, and did not speak, but thought about this temple with a long history and famous all over the world.

In this martial arts world, Shaolin is created by Bodhidharma, carried forward by its later disciples, has always been a martial arts holy land, enduring, even in the face of troubled times, the change of dynasties, there is no disaster of destroying the temple.

The reason for this is that Shaolin is quite smart.

Let's talk about the Shaolin inheritance first, Shaolin is divided into monk disciples and lay disciples.

The monks are the main inheritance objects of the Shaolin Temple, and they are mainly orphans adopted by Shaolin, who have seen through the red dust and come to take refuge. They can learn the Shaolin Temple, and are expected to become the abbot of Shaolin and the masters of each hall, which is the inheritance and essence.

The lay disciples are different, there are many of them, most of them are ordinary children who believe in Buddhism and admire Shaolin. These people can't learn much advanced Shaolin martial arts, but occasionally there are talented people, and they will still be given one or two stunts by the temple.

When these people get older, return to the customs, start a family, whether it is a teacher or a business, there is a big tree of Shaolin, and there is no disadvantage, and there will always be someone who will sell them a little face. And they will provide money and funds to Shaolin to contribute to the operation of Shaolin Temple.

There are many lay disciples, and every year some people enter and some go out, spreading all over the country, all over the world.

As a result, the prestige of Shaolin has also been spread by lay disciples in all directions, and it is well known to the world.

Second, it is Shaolin to judge the situation.

Whenever the world is in turmoil, or when Shaolin feels weak, it will close the mountain to cultivate, and when a number of genius disciples are born, it will open the mountain gate widely, stir up wind and rain in the martial arts rivers and lakes, and spread its prestige.

Due to its large number of disciples and knowledge, the power and power here generally do not deal with it, otherwise it would have been exterminated by troops long ago after the Jin State and the Mongols occupied this area for so many years.

But this time, Shaolin had to stand up, because they understood that once Bai Ye swept the world, they would immediately take the Jianghu martial arts and take away the inheritance of the temple and the mastery.

Bai Ye's behavior is not allowed by them, and it is not allowed by all martial arts giants.

This is to dig their foundation, dig their ancestral graves, and the land reform in the white night, the martial arts family faction also suffers from it, they are forced.

In order to ensure vested interests, maintain their own status, and not be knocked to the dust, there is a plan for all parties to connect forces, and the rivers and lakes and the court join forces to jointly fight against the white night.

Shaolin sent a master in the temple, hundreds of people murdered Bai Ye, but unfortunately, the plan was very good, but it failed, not so much that Bai Ye was too strong, but that Bai Ye's concept of exploring martial arts with the wisdom of everyone was too powerful.

Thinking about it, Bai Ye tilted his head and squinted his eyes, watching a few monks standing still there.

Bai Ye smiled, and said with deep meaning in his eyes: "You are Shaolin monks, it's not a way to drag it out like this, right?" ”

Several monks still did not move, slightly hanging their heads not to look at Bai Ye, turning the Buddha beads with one hand, standing in front of their chests with the other hand, chanting words in their mouths, if they had never heard Bai Ye speak.

Bai Ye's eyes froze, and he slapped his palm on the seat handle, and the handle "snapped" and fell apart, and several monks raised their heads, their eyes full of anger.

Bai Ye looked at a few people, and said coldly: "You sent people to attack me, it seems that you don't want to shirk the quibble!"

So, I give you two choices, one is to follow my ideas and keep Shaolin, and the other is to die, I want to destroy Shaolin. ”

Bai Ye's indifferent words fell, and a gray-clothed middle-aged monk jumped up and roared at Bai Ye: "Bold! ”

"Juehui, step aside!"

The old monk sat in the first place, opened his eyes, and said in a deep and stern voice.

"But he, Uncle Abbot......"

"Stand down!"

The old monk of the abbot was like an old lion angry, glaring at the middle-aged monk who jumped out, the middle-aged monk was unwilling, his face was angry, his fists were clenched, his whole body was trembling, and a monk next to him pulled his sleeve before he sat down again.