On the mountain road outside the Shaolin Temple.

Standing at the mountain gate halfway up the mountain, you can clearly see that on the winding path below, there is a black and oppressive figure, and there are thousands of them at a glance.

Among them, the hundreds of figures in front of them are dressed in the same way, and they all look not simple.

Their expressions were cold, and their eyes shone with a faint essence between opening and closing, and they were all characters with some martial arts skills. And in front of the crowd, there were two young figures. One of them was dressed in a purple official uniform and had a handsome face. It's just that his eyes turned slightly, revealing a little caution and caution.

The other was dressed in a blue robe, and his expression was full of leisure, as if he was taking a leisurely walk.

They were Mo Chen and others who came all the way from Lin'an.

The young man looked at Mo Chen and asked cautiously, "Real person, we are about to go to Shaolin Temple, I don't know if real person intends to act like this." ”

Mo Chen's eyes looked at the Shaolin Temple deeply, then looked sideways at the young man, and chuckled: "Jia Rudao, are you scared?" ”

Speaking of which, Song Lizong is really a dedicated person.

Because of Jia Guifei's request, she agreed to let Jia Yidao follow her and listen to her instructions. As for Concubine Jia's purpose, Mo Chen knew it in his heart. However, it didn't matter in his heart, anyway, as long as he could help him complete the task, there were no small things.

As for whether he can learn something, it depends on whether Jia Yidao has the ability.

Jia Rudao hurriedly shook his head, his face turned slightly pale, and said in a low voice: "Where is this real person, Shi Xian is by the side of real people, and he can still be afraid of their small Shaolin Temple." ”

Jia Rudao said, looking at the Shaolin Temple carefully, as if he was afraid of being heard.

The thousand-year-old Shaolin has gone through countless disasters, but it is still alive.

Jia Rudao thought of his task, how could he really not be afraid.

The great prestige of Shaolin Temple, but it was fought on one enemy after another, and it was definitely not a joke that it was once the number one martial arts faction in the world.

Mo Chen ignored Jia Yidao's worries, raised his head to look at the quaint and solemn Shaolin Temple, and said softly with slightly narrowed eyes: "A thousand years of Shaolin, thousands of acres of fertile land, and tens of thousands of servants. It really deserves to be the first temple in the world, and this foundation is far superior to the Quanzhen Sect. ”

When it comes to the foundation, the truth is not as good as one-tenth of the Shaolin Temple.

When Jia Rudao heard this, he carefully complimented: "Where is this a real person, Shaolin is just a thousand acres of fertile land, how can it be compared with a real person." The official family has already spoken, and this huge Songshan will all belong to the real person in the future. ”

Mo Chen's expression was indifferent, and he said, "Remember, it belongs to the Dao Palace!" ”

"Yes, yes, it belongs to the Dao Palace, you look at the villain's brain." When Jia Rudao heard this, he hurriedly showed a smile and said quickly.

As he spoke, he glanced at the martial arts people who followed behind him, his brows furrowed slightly and showed impatience, and he said in a low voice: "Real people, let these martial arts people follow, will there be any problems." Also, when we set off, we obviously came to Shaolin secretly, how could this news leak so quickly. ”

When Jia Rudao talked about the news leak, his face was a little gloomy.

I was responsible for this matter from beginning to end.

If you really want to count it, Jia Rudao has to bear the main responsibility for the leakage of the news, so he hates the person who leaked the news.

This is simply a blatant slap in the face!

Jia Rudao's expression was gloomy, and he looked at Shaomu Mountain in front of him, revealing a little solemnity. The news has already spread, and it is impossible for the Shaolin Temple not to get the news. This time, it seems that there is some trouble.

At this moment, everyone could see hundreds of warrior monks, led by a great monk dressed in an abbot's robe, walking down from the Shaomuro Mountain.

Before the man came down from the mountain, there was a mighty voice, like Huang Zhong Dalu: "Amitabha, the poor monk Shaolin Temple abbot Tianming, has come to greet the angels of the Great Song Dynasty." ”

Mo Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, and said softly: "Before we arrived in Shaolin, the abbot had already received the news, and he was really well-informed." ”

His voice was flat, like a spring breeze blowing across the earth, seemingly soft and weak, but it spread all over the mountains and forests in an instant, as if it sounded in everyone's ears.

Tianming's brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes flashed with solemnity.

is so profound, it is far better than himself. There is no vanity under the fame, and the other party can break into a great name, and it is really not a simple and easy person. Now it seems that there is some trouble. I hope that the junior brother can persuade the ancestor to make a move, otherwise the great foundation of the Shaolin Temple will be destroyed in his own hands.

More than 100 meters behind the Great Song army, a group of people in the rivers and lakes saw the two secretly fighting, and their faces changed slightly.

"It seems that the legend should be true, Shaolin is in big trouble this time."

"Yes, the two of them secretly clashed when they first met, it didn't look like an ordinary visit."

"Then again, although Mo Zhenren is unique in martial arts, he is really so crazy that he wants to destroy Shaolin? Shaolin Temple is not a simple place, once the world's first martial arts faction, who dares to say that there is no hidden peerless master? ”

"Shaolin Temple is unfathomable, this time Mo Zhenren is afraid that he will suffer."

"Hardship, not necessarily. In the confrontation just now, Mo Zhenren was superior. ”

"Just look at it, you can know that Shaolin Temple has stood proudly in the world for thousands of years, and it is definitely not that simple."

Everyone watched from the rear, and there was a lot of discussion.

Although they didn't know the specific things about Mo Chen's coming to Shaolin, they could guess the wolf ambition of the Dao Palace from the invitation letters issued by the Dao Palace to all the martial arts factions in the world. It is precisely because of this that so many martial arts people follow to Shaolin Temple.

After all, this is where the number one faction in the rivers and lakes lies.

The attitude of Shaolin Temple determines the direction of martial arts to a certain extent.

In the midst of everyone's discussion, the army finally came to the foot of Shaomu Mountain, and Abbot Tianming also drove down from the mountain with a group of disciples.

He bowed down and chanted: "Amitabha, the poor monk Tianming, greets the angels of the Great Song Dynasty." ”

Jia Rudao secretly glanced at Mo Chen, saw him bow slightly, coughed lightly with a solemn expression, looked at the abbot of Tianming and said, "This official came this time, there are three things. ”

Abbot Tianming's brows moved slightly, and his expression remained unchanged and said, "Angel, please speak." ”

Jia Rudao said in a deep voice: "This first thing: that is, half a month ago, the Shaolin Temple expelled the Great Song Angel for no reason, and harmed his life, I don't know how the abbot explained." ”

Abbot Tianming's expression changed slightly, and the divine light in his eyes gradually sank.

As soon as the other party came, he asked for the guilt. Today's events seem to be really difficult to get better.

He sighed in his heart, sang the Buddha's name, bowed down and said: "There is another hidden reason in this matter, it is definitely not done by Shaolin Temple, and I ask the angel to listen to our explanation." ”

A disdainful smile hung on the corner of Jia Rudao's mouth, and he mocked: "What the abbot means, this matter is the mistake of my Great Song officials." ”

"Don't dare." Abbot Tianming's face was calm and responded.

Jia Rudao straightened his clothes and hummed: "It doesn't matter if you dare or not." The second thing this official did when he came was to bring a holy decree to the Shaolin Temple. The boundary of this Songshan Mountain within a radius of dozens of miles has been rewarded to the Dao Palace by the official family, and Shaolin is also requested to relocate as soon as possible. ”

Jia Rudao's voice fell, just like a nuclear bomb exploded, setting off endless wind and waves, making everyone completely sluggish.

Whether it was the Shaolin Temple monks who came from the mountain, or the martial arts people who watched the follow-up development from the rear, they all looked at Jia Nidao in disbelief.

At this point, they had only one thought in their minds.

Crazy, absolutely insane!