From the moment Robert delivered his speech, it was already doomed that the earth would be in chaos.

Many media around the world are reporting on "riots in xx city, xx government attacked by citizens、、、" and so on, and people are panicked for a while.

It can be said that in the face of the "end times", all order has been ruthlessly trampled, and the selfish side of human beings is like a river that has burst its embankment, raging its homeland.

Of course, the bigwigs of the world know the truth that "if you fight outside, you must first settle inside", but even if some countries adopt tough military suppression, it will not help, but will further stimulate the panic of the people, so that even the military has mutiny one after another.

And some conspirators have even taken this opportunity to form private forces on a large scale, and even to compete with the military.

There are also mysterious religious people walking in every corner of the earth, randomly but strictly selecting their "godsons" and being taken away, and these godsons are all geniuses.

When countries discover these mysterious sects, they want to take over or destroy them, but the hidden power behind these religions is so great that there is nothing they can do about them, and gradually some countries are controlled by these religions.

At this time, the Shaolin Ancient Temple where I was also ushered in three uninvited guests.

Because Shaolin ignores ordinary things, even if there is a war of destruction outside the temple, as long as it does not affect Shaolin temporarily, then Shaolin will remain hidden.

But today, the tranquility of the Shaolin temple was completely broken by these three uninvited guests.

"Master, we are only here for the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion, and I ask the master to be accommodating and let me wait to have a look." Two of the three uninvited guests were men and one was a woman, but it was the woman who spoke.

"Donor, my scripture pavilion is only open to monks and destined people in the temple, please leave the donor." Master Wuzhi is in charge of the Scripture Pavilion, so is the way.

"Master, what is fate?" The woman looks dignified and elegant, but for some reason she is so persistent in the Shaolin Zangjing Pavilion.

Master Wuzhi recited the Buddha's name lightly and said: "All actions are impermanent, and the origin and extinction are all in one thought, and you and I Shaolin have no such fate for the time being." ”

The woman was neither annoyed nor angry: "Since the master said that the origin and extinction are all in one thought, how can the master determine that I do not have this fate?" ”

"Amitabha, there is no root law, why should the donor be so persistent? Please leave! Master Wuzhi was still as calm as water, but he directly issued an eviction order: "Jueyuan, send the donor down the mountain." ”

Jueyuan hadn't come to see off the guests yet, but the middle-aged man who had been standing on the left side of the woman was the first to speak, and his tone was fierce, which made people shudder: "Bastard, old bald donkey, don't toast and don't eat and drink, be careful of bringing disaster to Shaolin." ”

But what I didn't expect was that Master Wuzhi not only didn't eat this set, but took the lead in making a sharp move, and the weirdness of his body was like a phantom, appearing directly in front of the middle-aged man, just a punch, and the person who had been making a lot of nonsense before flew upside down, and finally crashed into a thick ancient pine tree, and fainted.

"You 、、、" The woman was annoyed when she saw the man fainting to death, but she didn't show it, and said, "Master, is this what the Buddha did?" ”

And Master Wuzhi's answer made me stunned: "Amitabha, everyone can be a Buddha, a thought can become a Buddha or a demon, Shaolin is a holy place for Buddhism, if there is a demon, you have to cross, I hope that the donor will go after three or four." ”

"Master, what if I have to enter this Scripture Pavilion today?" The woman's tone began to grow more and more unkind.

"Amitabha." Master Wuzhi did not reply again, but went straight into the house, while a group of warrior monks held monks' sticks to completely block the door.

"Trouble." The young man who had been standing on the right side of the woman finally spoke, "Sister-in-law, since these bald donkeys don't know what to do, then what are you polite to them, just destroy them." ”

The young man is handsome, and even when he speaks, he has an evil spirit.

"Yang'er, be careful not to destroy the Scripture Pavilion." It seems that the woman finally can't bear it anymore and wants to do it.

"Small." I saw Jun Qingyang's footsteps slightly, compared to the master of Wuzhi, the thirty-six stick monks of Shaolin were like paper paste in front of him, just a photo was shot away a large piece, Jun Qingyang looked down at a warrior monk lying at his feet, raised his right foot and stepped on his chest, but saw the monk spit a mouthful of blood, that is, fainted, Jun Qingyang shook his head and continued: "Vulnerable to a blow." ”

I looked at the scene in front of me in shock, what is going on now, how do I feel that I have entered the world of martial arts, and why does it seem that everyone here has peerless martial arts? Especially Master Wuzhi and Na Jun Qingyang, who are strong and can be called non-humans.

And then, Jun Qingyang's move made me almost stare out of my eyes, just a gesture, and the seriously injured several warrior monks lying in front of the door were moved to the side of the door, I don't think it's caused by the legendary internal strength, because there is no energy to stir out, but it seems to be the means of modern powers, mind control? But why is he so powerful? Every thought and action he made followed the law.

"Old bald donkey, come out, do you want to watch your disciples and grandchildren die?" Jun Qingyang did not directly enter the Scripture Pavilion, but shouted outside.

But there was no movement in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and the more this was the case, the more uncertain Jun Qingyang became, it was really that Wuzhi was a little out of common sense, and he seemed to be a super martial artist who was not annoying.

With Jun's proud temperament, of course, he won't spend too long outside the Scripture Pavilion, because he knows that if the things in the Scripture Pavilion are transferred by the old bald donkey, this trip to the earth will be meaningless.

And Jun Qingyang is also ruthless, in order to prevent explosions in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, I saw him wave his hand again, and a seriously injured warrior monk hung uncontrollably around Jun Qingyang, completely "defending" him.

But what made Jun Qingyang angry was that when he entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, there was nothing but a full of ancient books, Wuzhi was gone, and the thing he wanted was not here.

、、、The warrior monks who hung around Jun Qingyang's body flew out like gravel, or smashed on the bookshelf, or smashed on the ground, and they all didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

“混账，老秃驴，敢玩我，我君清扬必灭你少林。” Jun Qingyang's roar was like a storm, instantly echoing throughout the temple, causing many ordinary monks to be hit hard and bleed to death.

而我，由于身体强度较之普通僧侣要强上几分，虽没被震的晕死过去，但也鼻孔流血，头胀欲裂。