Mo Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he chuckled: "The old monk is calculating. ”

Murong Fu asked them to only look at their own horses, not only the Taoist sect. Obviously, it implied to instruct everyone, telling them that as long as they are in the day, they must be hidden and forbearing, and they must not be enemies of themselves.

And once he leaves in the future, Shaolin will naturally still be that Shaolin.

Murong Fu knew that he couldn't deal with himself, and he also wanted to take this opportunity to save Shaolin and let him not cut off the foundation of Shaolin!

After all, a surrendered and obedient Shaolin is always better than a dead Shaolin!

Abbot Tianming is not an ordinary person after all, he didn't react because he was too shocked before, and when he heard Mo Chen's words at this time, he didn't understand what Murong Fu meant. His face was full of bitterness, he glanced at Murong Fu, who looked calm, and then bowed to Mo Chen and said, "Shaolin will only look forward to the long horse in the future." ”

Mo Chen's hands stood up, and his broad robe hunted in the cold wind. He quietly watched Abbot Tianming and the others, falling into an unspeakable silence.

It wasn't until the abbot of Tianming and the others were pale and didn't dare to look at him that they lowered their heads that Mo Chen showed a gentle smile and said in a deep voice: "Okay, since Shaolin has already surrendered to defeat, Poor Dao is not a person who is driven out and killed." ”

Abbot Tianming's face twitched slightly, you are not the one who kills everything.

At the beginning, the Mongols' army of 100,000 was destroyed. My thousand-year-old Shaolin foundation, who forcibly took it away. Don't you feel a little ashamed in your heart when you say such things?

Mo Chen didn't care about the criticism in Abbot Tianming's heart, he looked at Murong Fu sideways, his brows furrowed slightly, and said in a deep voice: "The master is leaving?" ”

I don't know if it's an illusion, Mo Chen always felt that Murong Fu felt a little more out of place. It was as if the world was rejecting him!

The monks were stunned when they heard this, and looked at Mo Chen in surprise, some of them didn't understand what he meant.

Abbot Tianming frowned slightly, and looked at Murong Fu with concern, feeling a little more uneasy in his heart. Although the ancestor had some injuries, it was just an internal force backlash, and something went wrong. This kind of injury is not fatal, and it can be healed in ten days and half a month at most.

Murong Fu's expression was slightly stunned, and his eyes became more and more surprised when he looked at Mo Chen.

He bowed his head slightly and responded: "Today's battle with Xiaoyou has made the poor monk feel a lot. In half a year at most, the poor monk will shatter the void and leave. ”

Shatter the Void!

Murong Fu's voice fell, and the monks were stunned for a moment, and then some realized the meaning.

The master said that it was to shatter the void, not to travel the world, or to sit down.

Could it be that the master is about to become a Buddha!

They couldn't believe it, and looked at Murong Fu with blank faces, as if seeking each other's answers.

Mo Chen bowed slightly, his eyes flashed a different color, and he smiled and said, "Congratulations to the master for cultivating to a higher level and being able to soar to other worlds." ”

Murong Fu's eyes were slightly closed, his hands folded together and chanted a Buddha name, then stared at Mo Chen and sighed: "It's a good thing to fly to another world, but it's not seen." The world is disturbed, and the poor monk just jumped from one big dye vat to another. ”

Mo Chen shook his head slightly, and said in a deep voice: "In this world, I don't know how many people want to jump to another big dye vat, but they can't find a way. The master was able to shatter the void, and his achievements in this world were still comparable to those of the ancient sages. ”

Murong Fu raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Mo Chen, and said in a deep voice: "Then you, what do you want." With your cultivation realm, you should have already transcended this world and shattered the void. ”

Murong Fu never understood why Mo Chen was still in this world when he already had such a world-beating strength, and why he was obsessed with Game of Thrones and meddling in mundane things.

Mo Chen sighed helplessly: "This is fate, destiny." Poor Dao was commanded by Heaven to save this declining world. If you can't achieve anything in your lifetime, you can only be trapped in this world forever! ”

Commanded by heaven!

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and looked at Mo Chen with horror on their faces.

In this world full of legends of ghosts and gods, being ordered by the heavens is not something to be said casually. Especially these martial arts people, the more advanced they are, the more they can sense the power in the underworld.

Therefore, when Mo Chen said that he was ordered by the sky, everyone was endlessly shocked in their hearts, and they were faintly relieved.

Ordered by God, no wonder this kid is so young but so perverted!

Mo Chen ignored everyone's horror, looked at Murong Fu and said, "The master is more than a hundred years old, and he is also the most knowledgeable person. How does the master feel when he views today's martial arts compared with the martial arts of a hundred years ago? ”

Murong Fu stared at Mo Chen's eyes, and was silent for a moment before he folded his hands and said, "Weak, too weak." Today's famous masters of the rivers and lakes were placed more than a hundred years ago, and they can only be regarded as second-rate figures at best. It is the so-called five unique in the world, which was only a first-class level more than a hundred years ago.

After a hundred years, I don't know how many miraculous skills have been learned, and I can no longer find a trace. Thinking that the Southern Emperor is the most pitiful, how powerful the Duan family's six-vein divine sword was more than a hundred years ago, but today it has to rely on a yang finger to support the façade. Ay. ”

Murong Fu said this, but he couldn't say it anymore.

In a hundred years, the love and hatred of the year have long been worn out with time. He couldn't help but laugh at himself now when he thought back to those past events.

Mo Chen nodded and said, "What the master said is reasonable, and it is the crux of the matter. I don't know if the master ever imagined that in just a hundred years, the rivers and lakes have been lonely to such a situation. If it is another hundred years, a thousand years, will there still be rivers and lakes in the world? ”

This!

Murong Fu was stunned, not knowing how to answer for a while.

A hundred years later, a thousand years later, will there really be martial arts in this world?

The monks also looked gloomy and were speechless. It's not the huge rivers and lakes, but the Shaolin Temple is not the same. Shaolin was so prosperous back then, but now there is no master who can even do it.

Mo Chen looked at everyone's gloomy expressions, his eyes flashed with a bright light, and he said firmly: "This is the destiny of the poor way, to establish a heart for heaven and earth, to establish a life for the people, to continue to learn for the saints, and to open peace for all generations!" ”

"Boom!"

As soon as his words fell, the heavens and the earth suddenly changed, the dark clouds rolled in the sky, and the thunderbolts exploded.

In the changing color of heaven and earth, a gorgeous divine wheel faintly appeared behind Mo Chen, as if he had obtained the merit of becoming an immortal***! Although the vision disappeared in a flash, everyone dared to guarantee that it was definitely not their own dazzle.

Murong Fu took a deep breath, barely calmed down his agitated mood, and asked, "The Taoist chief has such a big vow, and the poor monk admires it." I don't know what the next step will be, and how to save the world's martial arts. ”

Mo Chen was confident and said, "Establish an Immortal Martial Arts Academy and open martial arts to the people of the world." Only by constantly innovating can we ensure the prosperity of martial arts. ”

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but gasp.

Xianwu Academy, open martial arts to the people of the world!

How can the officials allow such a rebellious thing, and how can all the sects and factions in the world allow it?

This day, it's going to change!

Just when the monks were horrified in their hearts, Murong Fu clasped his hands together, his eyes flashed with a special divine light, and he said calmly: "The Taoist chief is good-minded, and the poor monk admires it very much. I, Shaolin, am willing to dedicate seventy-two stunts for the people of the world to strengthen their bodies and contribute to the prosperity of martial arts. The poor monk has another three types of divine palms, and he is willing to give them to the Taoist to spy on the way of heaven! ”