"Abbot, Abbot is back!!"

The huge Shaolin Temple, this sentence has been shouted from the mountain gate to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, I don't know how many monks walked out with excitement, because of their legend, the abbot who killed the two mediocre emperors came back.

I have to say that what he did was very effective, and for two years, no one in the Yuan Dynasty dared to ascend the throne and claim the throne.

The group of older princes were all frightened, the assassins went to the palace as if they were in a no-man's land, and a few people dared to be emperors, could it be that they would be emperors for a few months, and then it felt cool to be killed......

So some ministers of the dynasty supported a prince who was only six years old to ascend to the throne.

But in this case, Zhao Zimo is not in the mood to deal with it, and anyone with a discerning eye knows that this little emperor has no right to speak, and it is all the ruling ministers who are exercising their power, and by the way, they will make another profit, and quickly withdraw from the Central Plains when the country is ruined.

A famous monk came out one after another, looking at the Shaolin abbot who had disappeared for two years, as the acting abbot Jueyuan, he always felt that he was so tired, obviously he was an agent, but he was more tired than the real abbot, it was unreasonable.

I haven't seen him for two years, Jueming Jueyuan and others always feel dazzled when they see Uncle Xiaoshi, because he doesn't seem to have changed at all, his height is still the same, and his appearance has not changed at all, if there is really a change, that is, the abbot is more calm and has a richer aura.

Standing next to him, there is a feeling of being in the midst of flowers and trees.

Jueyuan felt a little uneasy in his heart, could it be that he cultivated with Zhang Junbao, but it was not right, the bald head was still the same bald head, still dazzling and bright......

"Why don't you welcome the poor monks?"

"There is no such thing, I just feel that the abbot's Dharma is profound again!"

"............" Zhao Zimo didn't know if Jueyuan wanted to say anything, and he didn't know what Jueyuan had experienced in the past two years because of the opening of Shaolin, but why, he always felt that this old man was starting to talk around the bush.

"Ahem, I haven't been in Shaolin in the past two years, but I also know a lot of things, although many masters of the sub-character generation have passed away because of some things in the rivers and lakes.

But you have also heard that the common people on the rivers and lakes now have a world of difference in their views of our Shaolin, so it is still right to open the mountain, and in this way we can ensure that my Shaolin will flourish and spread for centuries. ”

The disciple of the Juezi generation nodded while following him to the Daxiong Treasure Hall: "Well, Shaolin will not close the mountain again in the future, and now that the country has not been unified, we Shaolin will continue to contribute." ”

"By the way, have those lay disciples come down the mountain?"

"A lot of them have already gone down the mountain, but there are still some lay disciples who refuse to leave, they want to take refuge in my Buddha, and there are those who want to learn the superior exercises, in short, there are a lot of things, and I am so busy that my beard is white......" Jueyuan looked at the little monk and wanted to shake off the pot on his body.

As a result, the little monk hurriedly held him and said: "Amitabha, I never expected that Master Jueyuan's nephew would be so serious, it seems that you have to do your best to continue to insist on the affairs of lay disciples!" ”

"Abbot !!"

"Amitabha, change the subject, I have something very important to announce." The little monk Zimo waved his hand, his tone was very serious, and the disciples of the Juezi generation did not dare to say more.

"The Yuan Dynasty is about to fall, the Ming Sect will dominate the country, I Shaolin has contributed so much, and I should also be prosperous, but the chivalry is forbidden by martial arts, and this seat has done something wrong after all.

I think any emperor would be afraid that a monk with the best martial arts would always become an assassin.

Therefore, from now on, I will step down from my position as my subordinate, go away from home, and never appear in the Central Plains again. "The little monk sat on the abbot's head, and when he said that he was forbidden by martial arts, many people seemed to know what he was about to say......

Jueyuan and the others' eyes were a little red, they wanted to keep it, but they understood a truth better, no matter how much credit the abbot made, when someone in the Ming Sect really sat on the throne, they would be afraid of him!

He was afraid that if he couldn't govern this country well, the Shaolin abbot would come to kill him!

And the little monk Zimo stepped down from the position of the subordinate, and he had to go to another country, which undoubtedly left Shaolin with a chance to prosper.

But they are reluctant, Shaolin is about to usher in the peak period, and the abbot who created this opportunity is about to go away, and they are unwilling.

"Abbot, you are not the abbot, you can live in seclusion in Shaolin......"

"Yes, yes, yes......"

The little monk Zimo shook his head, got up and left the abbot's position and walked outside the hall: "I have made up my mind, no need to say more, I am no longer the abbot of Shaolin."

It was not early, so I left Shaolin and went to Dadu to have a look, and if possible, I was helping him to make the world peaceful as soon as possible. ”

"Abbot ......"

"Uncle Junior!"

A group of monks got up and chased after him, but they didn't catch up with him, only to see a back, farther and farther away from them, his back did not mean decadence, more like to spread his wings, rise from the ground, and fly higher and higher!

………………

The atmosphere of the entire Shaolin Temple was very sad, because their abbot, who had no selfishness and was only for Shaolin Daxing, was gone.

And this matter, in just half a decade, has spread all over the world.

As for what the people in the rivers and lakes think, no point is regret, scolding, schadenfreude, and so on.

However, with Shaolin's current status in the rivers and lakes, this group of people still dare not talk about it in public, and it is very likely that after a long, long time, they still dare not abuse and ridicule in public.

Although the Ming Sect had already reached the capital, even if it attacked continuously for ten years and killed 100,000 soldiers, it still did not break this place where the dragon qi was at its peak.

Moreover, according to Fang Wujiang's intelligence, if Dadu could not be taken within half a decade, the reinforcements invited by the Yuan Dynasty from the north would arrive.

At that time, it is not certain who will win and who will lose!

Just when he had a headache, a monk wearing an ordinary monk's robe slowly walked in, and even when this person pushed open the tent cloth, Fang Wujiang didn't hear the voice, he immediately clenched the war knife at his waist and turned around, and saw a familiar figure......

"Why, poor monks are not welcome?"

"Ahem, why are you here, aren't you going to go to the end of the world and never enter the Central Plains?" Fang Wujiang breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but cough and spit out some blood.

He thought he was some kind of assassin, but I have to say that he has really encountered a lot of assassins recently, and the most powerful of them is the old eunuch in the palace.

If it weren't for the fact that he had the kung fu of the innate realm and learned the great shift of the universe, he wouldn't know how he died, but he still hurt this person's heart, and he has not completely improved yet, but fortunately, the old eunuch's qi and blood are weak, so let him and Fang Miaoer join forces to kill, and understand a major event in his heart.

But when he saw this little monk today, he found that this person's realm was much higher, and the breath was so hidden that even he couldn't perceive it, and it was no wonder that he entered the palace as if he were in a no-man's land.

"I'm here, naturally, to help you destroy this city!"

"Just you?"

"It's up to me!" The little monk who had never held a sword from beginning to end, lifted a Qingfeng long sword, although the material of this long sword was very ordinary, it could only be completely turned into scrap iron with only one sword.

But he still wanted to say.

One sword, break the city!

That's enough.