"Just kidding, this is going to pluck the foundation of the Shaolin Temple."

"Oh my God, is it possible that the Great Song Dynasty wants to destroy the world's martial arts?"

"It's crazy, it's crazy."

Everyone was silent for a moment before they could finally come back to their senses from Jia Yidao's shocking news. It's just that even if everyone comes back to their senses, they still can't believe it.

How can Da Song be like this, how dare he be like this?

Or is it all a conspiracy of the Dao Palace?

Everyone looked at Mo Chen's expression, and for the first time, there was jealousy and a little uneasiness. The appetite of the Dao Palace is not as simple as just a Shaolin. What the other party really wants, but the entire Jianghu martial arts!

Compared with the martial arts people watching the drama in the back, the monks of Shaolin Temple are the most surprising existence.

Many people didn't get the news before, although they guessed that the other party might not be good, but they didn't expect that the other party didn't plan to give Shaolin Temple a way to live at all.

Songshan Shaolin, thousand-year-old ancestral garden.

The Shaolin Temple that was driven out of Songshan is still the Shaolin Temple?

"Ridiculous, ridiculous. I, Shaolin, have been here for thousands of years, and I have never encountered anything like this. ”

"Even when the three martial arts destroyed the Buddha, they were never so shameless."

"It's too much deception, abbot, let's fight with them."

The monks came back to their senses, and suddenly their faces were full of anger, and they looked at Jia Yidao and the others with unkind expressions. The gnashing of teeth seemed to be eager to chew them up and swallow them.

Jia Yidao felt everyone's anger and couldn't help but swallow his spit secretly.

He looked at Mo Chen cautiously, and when he saw the other party's flat expression, he felt a little more relieved. With the fairy-like Mo Zhenren here, he can still be afraid of these bald donkeys, isn't it just to be laughed at!

Jia Rudao thought of his sister's instructions, and felt a little more confident in his heart.

He looked at the people in Shaolin Temple with an unkind expression, and said coldly: "The whole world is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's people." In the land of the Great Song Dynasty, do you still want to disobey the holy will and rebel! ”

When a monk heard Jia Yidao's cold drink, he shouted angrily: "What does the official family mean, if you want to execute us on trumped-up charges, you can't do it." I Shaolin has established a temple here for thousands of years, and the surrounding land deeds are in my hands. The official family forcibly took away my Shaolin foundation, aren't you afraid of the cold hearts of the world. ”

The monk's voice grew louder and louder, and finally it was like a thunderbolt and rage, echoing in the mountains and forests.

The people in the martial arts in the rear nodded one after another, their faces full of recognition. Although the whole world is not the king's land, if the other party really acts willfully and forcibly takes away the inheritance of others, it is too shameful to be mediocre.

Moreover, today he can take the foundation of Shaolin, who dares to guarantee that he will not take his foundation tomorrow!

Thinking of this, everyone became more and more sympathetic to the experience of Shaolin Temple, and looked at the eyes of Jia Rudao and others, a little more angry and cold.

"It's too much, it's no different from a robber."

"Phew, he also commands the Dao Palace of the world, I think it's a robber's nest."

"Hey, the demon way confuses the saint, and the traitors crisscross the court, I'm afraid the world is going to be chaotic."

Everyone was dissatisfied and muttered one after another.

Mo Chen's expression remained unchanged, he glanced at the big monk casually, and chuckled: "Since the big monk said that there is a land deed, can you take it out and show it to the poor road." ”

When the monk heard this, his face suddenly darkened.

It is true that Shaolin Temple has a title deed, but it is a title deed recognized by the Jin Kingdom, not a title deed recognized by the Great Song Dynasty.

After all, the Central Plains region has been lost for more than 100 years, and the Shaolin Temple has to walk around in the Jin Kingdom, otherwise it will be a troublesome thing for people to catch the pigtails.

As for the new Great Song land deed, because the Song army's recovery of the Central Plains was too sudden, coupled with Song Lizong's unfriendly behavior towards Buddhism, Shaolin Temple had not had time to prepare for a while.

No matter how stupid the great monk is, he can't show the officials of the Great Song Dynasty the title deed recognized by the Jin State.

Isn't that nothing to look for?

Mo Chen looked at the gloomy face of the great monk and said with a smile: "I don't say anything about my family, I see the practice of the great monk, and I haven't been at home yet!" ”

In the face of Mo Chen's mockery, the great monk's face turned red, but he couldn't say the words to refute it.

I said it in front, and now there is no way to cash it out, can I still blame people for telling the truth?

The martial arts people behind Song Jun looked at the embarrassed face of the great monk and didn't know what to say.

Could it be that Shaolin Temple does not have a land deed, or has there been some other changes. But if it's a little bit of a change, it shouldn't be like this.

Seeing this, Jia Rudao's heart was much more relaxed.

He looked at the Shaolin people with an unkind expression, and snorted coldly: "If the Shaolin Temple can't come up with the title deed, it is a serious crime to embezzle the country's land." ”

Jia seemed to be yin and yang, and the monks who listened directly frowned, but they didn't know how to refute.

The issue of the title deed of the Shaolin Temple is not a secret among the high-level. Everyone knew that Jia Yidao was deliberately looking for trouble, but he couldn't find the slightest way.

Abbot Tianming sighed, took a step forward and walked out, his deep eyes staring at Mo Chen, and said in a deep voice: "What does the Dao Master want to do, you might as well speak directly." ”

Whether it was Jia Yidao's attitude or the so-called holy decree, Abbot Tianming saw quite bad information. He understood that this matter was no longer the so-called title deed, and the humiliation of Shaolin, an official of the Great Song Dynasty.

The current situation is obviously a battle for Taoism!

The battle between the Buddha and the Tao!

Mo Chen looked at the determined expression of the abbot of Tianming, and said with a flat expression: "The abbot is really an understanding person. Poor Dao likes to talk to smart people. Today, as long as someone in Shaolin can pick up my three moves, this matter will be over, how about it? ”

Mo Chen's voice fell, and everyone was in an uproar.

What is this, challenging the entire Shaolin Temple?

Three moves!

Does he treat Shaolin Temple as a mud-kneaned doll, or a soft persimmon?

"Arrogant, so arrogant."

"Millennial Shaolin, is it so simple to say. I think this famous Mo Zhenren is going to suffer today. ”

"Hmph, it's better to suffer a little bit if you have a little ability."

"Hey, it's not easy today. Now it seems that this is simply a new round of Buddhism and Taoism disputes! ”

Everyone talked about it, although they were slightly embarrassed that Shaolin Temple couldn't get the title deed, but it didn't prevent them from being optimistic about Mo Chen.

They admit that Mo Chen is very famous, and has faintly become a new generation of martial arts myths, and is known as the first person in the rivers and lakes. It's just that they understand better that the thousand-year-old temple of Shaolin Temple is definitely not as simple as talking.

Just when everyone was talking, the abbot of Tianming knew that he couldn't be good, so he praised the Buddha's name with a sad face, nodded and said, "Since the Taoist chief insists on this, the poor monk can only agree."

However, there are many monks in Shaolin Temple, so it is better to challenge them one by one. According to the poor monks, I have three people in Shaolin. If the Taoist wins, then everything will be according to what the Taoist says. If the Taoist chief is defeated, he will stay in my Shaolin to cultivate, how about it? ”

"Okay." Mo Chen nodded casually and agreed.

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, a light cough suddenly sounded, echoing in this mountain forest: "Why is it so troublesome, and you have to do more things to bully less, I'm afraid that in the future, others will say that I have no one in Shaolin." According to the old monk's opinion, as long as the Taoist can defeat the poor monk, then everything will be according to the Taoist chief's words. ”

Everyone followed the prestige, only to see an old monk who was tall and thin, with a wrinkled face that could trap flies, and he didn't know when he appeared on the mountain road behind the monks.