Shaolin, whether it is a ranger or a wealthy faction in the rivers and lakes, regards it as the holy land of martial arts in the rivers and lakes.

For nearly a thousand years, except for the bull nose who founded the Wudang lineage, no one can stand out.

Not to mention the martial artists of Daqian, even outsiders like Zhao Yu understand the weight of this place in the rivers and lakes.

Even the current Emperor Daqian admires Huang Lao and despises Buddhism, and the incense in temples around the world is withering.

But this ancient temple is still in the peak of incense.

On this day, thousands of people gathered on Shaomuro Mountain.

There are famous and decent people at the helm, and there are also masters of evil demons.

These martial artists, who were usually incompatible, gathered together at this moment, and there was a faint sense of hatred for the enemy.

And all this is just because of a woman!

A woman who has set off a bloody storm in the rivers and lakes in just a few months.

"Master Abbot!"

At the gate of the Shaolin Mountain, the first Xuan Nan of the Dharma Academy and the abbot Xuan Ci and his party walked towards the outside of the mountain gate.

The people in the rivers and lakes who entered Shaomu Mountain, whether they were heroic masters or demon masters, they all couldn't help but stop and salute Xuan Ci.

Abbot Xuanci also smiled in return, but everyone could see that Abbot Xuanci walked towards the mountain gate.

And at this moment, outside the mountain gate, a group of soldiers dressed in red official robes rode straight to Shaomu Mountain.

The leader is wearing a python robe with a red silk background, holding the reins of a horse in one hand and a yellow silk decree in the other.

Those who can ride in the holy land of martial arts in the world are certainly not ordinary people.

This leader is the Dongchang Governor Tongzhi who came to Shaolin Temple with the holy decree!

Most people in the martial arts don't like to be in the company of people in the government.

And the people who are really in it understand that it is not the Jianghu Erlang's high backbone, but in fact, the official uniform does not look down on them at all.

Those who can really enter the eyes of the government, except for some wealthy factions with deep roots, the rest have already received fish and dragon bags and become the eagle dogs of the government!

Zhang Jing rode his horse with the holy decree, and the heroes who rushed to Shaomu Mountain along the road all avoided from afar.

These pretentious heroes on weekdays are dusty and dusty by the horseshoe, but they don't even dare to put a fart!

This is the rivers and lakes!

In the eyes of the imperial court, they are just a group of grasshoppers who can't get on the table!

However, among these grasshoppers, there is also a big ......

When Zhang Jing saw the abbot Xuanci and a group of senior monks who walked out of the mountain gate to greet him in person, a trace of naked disdain flashed in his eyes.

"Sound the gong!"

Zhang Jing saw that he was about to reach the mountain gate, but he stopped his horse and instructed the thousands of households beside him.

"Obey!"

Sui Hu Qianhu turned around and beckoned behind him.

Immediately, an entourage of soldiers stepped forward, and the two of them walked up carrying a large gong with yellow silk hanging on one side. The other man raised a huge gong hammer and struck it on the gong.

Poop! Poop! Poop!

The sound of the gong of the vector instantly penetrated the entire Shaomu Mountain, and the muffled bell from the ancient temple overshadowed it.

Everyone in the rivers and lakes looked at each other, although they were very dissatisfied with the arrogance of this eunuch, but looking at the big red python robe on his body and the holy decree in his hand, no one dared to say a word.

"The water is shallow, the king jumps eight times, and the monkey hangs ...... the mountain"

Seeing Zhang Jing riding forward, he was about to ride into the young room.

But at this time, no one noticed that at the edge of the crowd, there was a fat old man in sloppy clothes with a beard.

Looking at the boundary monument where Zhang Jing was about to ride his horse past the Shaolin Mountain Gate, this sloppy old man who looked like a beggar raised his hand slightly.

Zhang Jing carried the holy decree and rode the horse, seeing that the horse's hooves were about to cross the boundary monument, but somehow, the horse suddenly rolled over and fell to the ground.

And Zhang Jing turned his head down and slammed directly on the bluestone slab.

The horses that followed the crowd behind him were also uncontrollable at this moment, and they all neighed and struggled.

Many battles were overturned by frightened horses.

In an instant, Zhang Jing and his entourage, who were originally arrogant, turned their backs directly!

Zhang Jing got up, holding the holy decree in one hand, and leaning against the hilt of the waist knife with the other, looking around!

It stands to reason that he, the governor of the East Factory, is also a master of the product, even if the horse is frightened, he will not be thrown directly on the bluestone slab!

But just now, at the moment when the horse fell, he could clearly feel that a strong force pressed him, a master, directly on the bluestone slab.

And within a foot of him, no martial artist dared to approach at all.

A zhang away, those Jianghu martial artists who have swept his vision, where can they have such a means of channeling the gods?

"Poor monk Xuanci, welcome the emperor's ......"

At this time, Abbot Xuanci stepped forward with the first seat of several courtyards and saluted Zhang Jing with his hands folded.

"I've seen Master Abbot!"

Zhang Jing held the holy decree in one hand and nodded slightly at Xuan Ci.

It is not difficult to see from the behavior of the Shaolin abbot that even the Shaolin Temple, which is an authentic martial arts in the world, has to be cautious in the face of the imperial court.

After the two met, they entered the temple one after another.

Then everyone followed, but their expressions were somewhat unnatural.

The sloppy old man also mingled in the crowd and walked into the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple.

But unlike the impatience of the Jianghu guests around him, when this old man stepped into the gate of Shaolin Temple, there seemed to be a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

……

The imperial court actually sent people to participate in the demon slaying conference.

In this way, some people in the rivers and lakes who thought they could fish in troubled waters were somewhat jealous.

The venue of the demon slaying meeting was chosen in Tallinn in the Shaolin Temple.

Around Tallinn, some tables and chairs are set up to facilitate the sitting of visitors, and on the top of one stand the Shaolin monks.

And these seats set up around the venue are, of course, distributed to the wealthy factions and some demon masters.

As for the rest of the small minions, they can only stand on the periphery and watch, and some martial artists who are related to these big factions can stand closer.

As for Zhang Jing and his entourage, the seats set up are directly on the square platform!

High and low, three, six, nine, etc......

In this ancient temple that promotes the equality of all beings, it is still vividly displayed!

"Fellow martial artists, before March, the rivers and lakes ......"

Master Xuan Ci stepped forward, folded his hands and began to chatter about the surrounding bigwigs.

It is nothing more than counting the sins that Jiang Yuyan has committed in the past few months.

In the end, the Shaolin monks who went to Beizhili to capture the demon were praised violently.

After Xuan Ci finished chattering, he subconsciously looked at Zhang Jing who was holding the holy decree on one side.

"You don't have to care about our family, our family came by holy decree just to take away the head of the devil, as for whose hands she died, this is not up to our family!"

Among the people present, there are many people who are stronger than Zhang Jing in martial arts, but there are no ones who dare to be so arrogant!

"Xuannan, you take the disciples of the Dharma Academy to the Lion Forest, and ask the three uncles to bring the devil!"

After listening to Zhang Jing's words, Xuan Ci turned to the first Xuan Yan of the Dharma Academy on the side and said.

"Obey the law!"

Xuan Nan turned around and led his disciples towards the Lion Forest.