Wu'an Houfu,

Lin Mang stood in the courtyard and quietly looked at the magnificent mansion in front of him.

No matter what Zhu Yijun's purpose is, this Hou Mansion is definitely second to none in the entire capital.

After all, it is the place where the Marquis of Wuqing's family lives, and it cost a lot of money when it was built.

Since the death of Marquis Wu Qing, this place has been idle.

There was a sound of surging footsteps behind him, accompanied by a mocking voice: "I didn't expect that after going around and around, this house is back in your hands."

"Fate is magical."

Yuan Changqing walked into the courtyard from the corridor on one side and said with a smile.

It's been almost four years, and the young man who broke into the capital single-handedly has surpassed him in his achievements.

Lin Mang turned to look at Yuan Changqing and asked with a smile, "Are you healed?"

Yuan Changqing nodded, sat down at the stone table next to him, and said with a smile, "Such a big mansion is too deserted."

"Won't you recruit more people?"

"I'll see after a while." Lin Mang sat down and poured a cup of tea for Yuan Changqing.

In terms of official position, Yuan Changqing is still his superior, but in terms of identity, he is now the Marquis of Wu'an, and his identity is extraordinary.

Yuan Changqing took a sip of tea and said slowly, "Are you planning to go to Shaolin next?"

With Lin Mang's character, he will definitely not let go of such a good opportunity.

This time, many martial arts people in the rivers and lakes played the slogan of "Eliminating Demons and Defending the Dao", and they even participated in the rebellion of the White Lotus Sect, which has already fallen into the handle.

However, now half of the soldiers and horses in the Beijing camp have not returned in Ningxia, and the remaining soldiers and horses in the Beijing camp still have to defend the Beijing division.

The troops of the surrounding Xuanfu, Datong and the towns of Liaodong could not be mobilized.

The only thing Lin Mang can mobilize is Jinyiwei.

Traveling to Shaolin is somewhat adventurous.

Lin Mang said, "I just didn't hurt them at the beginning, and that's what happened later."

Yuan Changqing shook his head slightly and said with a smile, "This is how the rivers and lakes are."

"Compared to ordinary people, they lack that reverence in their hearts."

"But you still need to be cautious about Shaolin."

Lin Mang's current strength, even he can't see through it.

However, Northern Shaolin has a profound heritage, and it is by no means an ordinary ordinary sect of rivers and lakes.

It has been inherited for thousands of years without falling, and it has been changed several times, which is extraordinary.

Especially the method of Shaolin's relics, after thousands of years, although there are great masters who have passed away, many of them still remain in Shaolin.

Although there have been no land true immortals in Shaolin in these years, they have been able to fight with the Daomen for so long, and there have been land true immortals in the past.

This is also the reason why the imperial court has repeatedly tolerated it.

Once it fights with Shaolin, the strength of the imperial court will inevitably be greatly reduced, which gives those demons and the White Lotus Sect an opportunity to take advantage of.

At this moment, a brocade-clothed guard came and said, "My lord, the hour is almost up."

Yuan Changqing got up and said with a smile: "Let's go, today is the day you open the mansion, you can't be a master without guests, right?"

"I'm afraid the officials won't be too happy today."

Lin Mang smiled, got up and walked towards the outside of the courtyard with Yuan Changqing.

……

At this point,

Outside the Hou Mansion, carriages and sedan chairs stopped on the streets.

Many officials stepped out of the carriage and looked at the magnificent Hou Mansion in front of them, full of indignation.

They already had a grudge against Lin Mang, and in front of Fengtianmen, they openly resisted Lin Mang's feudal marquis.

In fact, from the bottom of their hearts, they are reluctant to come.

Even many people have already secretly discussed that they do not plan to participate in this opening ceremony.

The dignified Wu'an Hou Mansion was opened, but no officials came, and it will inevitably become a laughing stock if it is spread out.

This is also a careful thought of the hundred officials, wanting to make Lin Mang lose face at the opening ceremony.

And then there's Ba

Dao, you can't condemn them because they didn't participate in the opening of the government, right?

Even if it makes trouble to His Majesty, they are the ones who take advantage of it.

But when they received the invitation last night, they had to give up on the idea.

The invitations were all sent, and if they didn't go to the banquet, they didn't know how to count.

Who knows what this god-killing god will do.

The heavy gate of the Hou Mansion slowly opened, and immediately after, a team of brocade guards walked out of it, separated on both sides, staring at everyone murderously.

Many generals are fine, but for many civilian officials, it adds a lot of pressure.

These brocade guards were all filled with a cold aura, and this aura condensed together, making people smell and change.

It was daytime, but many people still felt an inexplicable chill.

At this time, a brocade-clothed guard walked out of the Hou Mansion, looked at everyone, and said, "Everyone, please!"

The hundred officials glanced at each other, and then reluctantly stepped forward, and at the same time sent gifts and invitations to the brocade guards on the side.

"Imperial History of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, Du Chengshi, ten taels of gift money!"

A brocade guard took the gift and invitation and recited it aloud.

"Imperial History of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, Xu Jian, thirty taels of gift money!"

"Dali Siqing, Li Xifu, a tribute porcelain!"

"The left servant of the ministry, Xing Wen, an agate jade!"

"Ministry of Works, Shen Yuanming, and a pair of white jade horses!"

「……」

Suddenly, there was an eerie silence outside the gate of the Hou Mansion.

The people who were about to walk towards the Hou Mansion also stopped.

The eyes of the crowd widened, and they looked at each other in disbelief, as if questioning:

Didn't you say okay and give some gifts casually?

Is this called casual?

Some people were puzzled.

"Ahem......

The Ministry of Works, who was walking in front, pretended to cough and urged, "Let's go, don't miss the time."

As he spoke, he quickly walked towards the Hou Mansion.

is mixed in officialdom, and his face is definitely thicker than ordinary people.

Some officials looked at the shabby gifts in their hands and didn't know what to say for a while.

Hundreds of officials entered the courtyard in the Hou Mansion one after another and sat down one after another.

"Wu Anhou has arrived!"

As the voice fell, Lin Mang, dressed in a black unicorn suit, walked from one side like a dragon, exuding a terrifying majesty.

Some officials even subconsciously held their breath.

No matter how insulting and disdainful he was behind his back, when Lin Mang really stood in front of them, he would still feel afraid.

The scene in front of Fengtian Gate is vivid!

For the emperor, they are fearless, because they are very aware of the emperor's scruples, the emperor is a rule-talker, but this has always been a person who does not follow the rules.

"Let's have a feast!"

Lin Mang slowly swept over everyone, chuckled, and didn't say anything.

The two sides have long been incompatible, and the reason why the invitation was placed was not only to make the opening ceremony seem lively, but also to receive gifts.

This banquet was also the most depressing one for the officials.

……

A day later,

The purge of the rebels in the city has also ended, and many people who are hiding in the rivers and lakes have also been arrested and imprisoned.

After three days of silence, the capital regained its vitality, and there were more pedestrians on the streets again.

And the Jinyi guards who participated in the Ningxia Rebellion have also rushed back one after another.

North Town Fusi,

Three thousand brocade guards stood on horseback on the martial arts training ground, with a solemn expression.

Lin Mang rode Pixiu slowly and said indifferently, "Let's go!"

"Boom!"

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves resounded in the streets, and the ground trembled faintly.

On the restaurants on both sides of the street, noticed

The people in the rivers and lakes of this scene held their breath and stared intently below.

Wu Anhou!

Now in the entire capital, who doesn't know this upstart of the imperial court.

Not only the capital, but even the news has already spread throughout Beizhili.

If it hadn't been for the lockdown a few days ago, the news would have spread much faster.

Although many people in the rivers and lakes angrily scolded their demons in private, there were also many people who were willing to become their lackeys.

The soldiers on duty at the city gate saw the figure in the distance from a distance, and hurriedly dispersed the pedestrians near the city gate.

It wasn't until the three thousand brocade guards rushed out of the city that everyone breathed a sigh of relief and had a good time.

Outside the capital,

The dense brocade-clothed guards stood on horseback with hanging swords, silent, and the strong evil aura almost condensed into substance.

Beizhili, plus Beizhen Fusi Jinyiwei, there are tens of thousands of people.

Even if Ningxia quelled the turmoil, there had never been such a large-scale Jinyi Guard.

Seeing Lin Mang coming, everyone subconsciously puffed up their chests and shouted in unison, "Meet Master Hou!"

"Meet Master Hou!"

The rich sound was like thunder roaring in an instant, resounding through most of the capital, and like a mountain roaring tsunami, it went away continuously.

After a long time, the terrifying shouts slowly stopped, but the eyes of all the brocade guards were still fiery.

Lin Mang just bowed slightly, then patted Pixiu lightly, and went straight to the official road.

Behind him, the guards in all the clothes followed, kicking up huge smoke and dust.

This scene was also seen by many people in the rivers and lakes, and the news inevitably spread.

In the past, Jinyiwei left Beijing, at most a few thousand, but this time tens of thousands of people gathered, which is definitely earth-shattering news.

……

Northern Shaolin,

The news of the capital, North Shaolin has already learned through its own news channels.

Xuan Zhen went to the capital, in addition to crossing the underworld and Xuanfa, he also took many Shaolin monks, but now no one survives.

In the past few days, the entire Shaolin has been reciting the Sutra of the Past Death.

And the whole Shaolin seems to be covered with a layer of gloom, and under this gloom, there is a deep fear hidden.

For many young Shaolin disciples, they are afraid that they will be implicated in this matter.

They are new disciples of the temple, and they naturally have no sense of belonging to Shaolin.

Tallinn

This place is the place where the Shaolin monks who passed away in the past dynasties were placed.

A light rain was falling in the sky, and a figure with a sad face slowly walked out of Tallinn, staggering.

Xuandu turned to look at Tallinn behind him, his eyes were slightly red, his hands were folded, he slowly bowed, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, senior brother is incompetent and cannot welcome back your body, so he can only replace it with your clothes, may you ascend to Elysium as soon as possible."

"Lin Mang!"

Xuandu's eyes suddenly revealed deep hatred, and his expression also looked extremely hideous, faintly a little demonic.

At this moment,

"Xuandu!"

"Elders, please come to the main hall."

The scarlet in Xuandu's eyes quickly faded, and he replied in a cold tone.

……

In the main hall of Shaolin Temple, many Shaolin Xuanzi elders and the first seat of each hall are waiting for Xuandu.

Seeing Xuandu coming, a Shaolin Six Realms Grandmaster sighed and said, "Since Xuandu is here, let's start."

"Now that it's come to this, are you still going to hold on?"

"I believe you have also received the news, now that the Jinyi Guard is menacing, we don't have much time."

The person who opened his mouth was Xuan Cheng, who was also an elder of Shaolin.

At that time, the Shaolin Xuanzi generation was undoubtedly the most outstanding generation.

In addition to many great masters, many grandmasters have also emerged.

It's just that some of them are too dazzling, which overshadows the light of the rest.

The crowd was silent.

Jinyiwei left Beijing

They had already learned that the purpose was self-evident.

In fact, during this time, there have been many different voices in Shaolin.

There were many monks who proposed to take refuge in the imperial court in exchange for Shaolin's survival.

After all, Shaolin is a thousand-year-old temple with a profound heritage, and for the imperial court, if it can subdue Shaolin, it will undoubtedly greatly enhance its own strength.

Others proposed to disband Shaolin, and some disciples even came up with the idea of leaving Shaolin.

There are even some grandmasters among them.

As a grandmaster, even if you leave the Shaolin Temple and find a temple at random, you can get into the mix.

The crime of rebellion, this crime is too big!

Even many Shaolin monks are unwilling to be accused of rebellion.

What's more, after this incident, who will dare to enter Shaolin again in the future?

In the mouths of the people of the world, Shaolin will become a thief.

The dynasty changed several times, and the only time Shaolin openly opposed the imperial court was only at the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

At that time, the Yuan court was already in the twilight of the West Mountain, and it was conquered by the heroes.

Although today's imperial court has much less control over the rivers and lakes than before, it is by no means the original Yuan court.

The three great masters of Shaolin were buried in the capital, and among them there is an old monk of the Duzi generation, even if there are still great masters in Shaolin, how to face the menacing Jinyi Guard?

Hearing this, Xuandu's face suddenly turned cold, looked at everyone, and said coldly: "Xuancheng, if there is no Shaolin, can you have today's achievements?"

"Now that Shaolin is in trouble, you want to leave, are you worthy of Shaolin's cultivation and Senior Brother Xuanzhen?"

"I know what you think, it's nothing more than wanting to take refuge in the imperial court, but have you thought about it, so Lin Mang will really do what you want?"

Xuan Cheng's face was ugly.

That's right, during this time, he has been advocating for Shaolin to join the imperial court, but he is not for the good of Shaolin.

Xuan Cheng sneered: "Xuandu, what you said sounds good, but Shaolin will have today, who caused it?"

"It's me?"

"Or are they?"

Xuan Cheng pointed at everyone, turned to look at Xuan Du, and sneered, "It's you, it's Xuan Zhen!"

"If he hadn't gone his own way and wanted to take in the people of Southern Shaolin, how would there have been any follow-ups?"

"If it weren't for Xuan Zhen's audacity and participation in the rebellion, how could I Shaolin have today's disaster?"

Xuan Cheng stood up, looked directly at everyone, and said coldly, "Do we still have a choice now?"

"Wait any longer, when the imperial army arrives, the entire Shaolin will be destroyed!"

"He Xuan Zhen is not worthy of being the abbot of Shaolin!"

For a while, everyone in the hall fell into silence, and no one spoke.

In fact, they had known about the capital for a long time, otherwise Xuan Zhen would not have been able to lead the Shaolin monks there.

After all, the risks are great, but the benefits are greater.

If it succeeds, Shaolin will definitely surpass the Daomen and become the first sect in the Central Plains.

With the support of the imperial court, Shaolin can also be developed greater.

Now that something has happened, this responsibility cannot be blamed on Xuan Zhen, after all, Xuan Zhen's original intention is also for Shaolin.

But there is always someone who can take responsibility for this.

Xuandu looked at the silent crowd, naturally guessed their thoughts, laughed at himself, and said disheartenedly: "The dignified Shaolin has become what it is today."

"Is this still the Shaolin it used to be?"

Xuandu roared angrily.

Even when the Yuan court fought with Tantra, they only went south to seal the mountain, but now they have to take refuge in the imperial court in order to protect themselves.

The crowd was silent.

In fact, this also wants to be regarded as acquiescing to Xuan Cheng's proposal.

However, at this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded: "Who do you say is not worthy of being the abbot!"

There was a terrible majesty in the old man's words.

The moment the words entered the temple, everyone was shocked.

Buddha Hall

The door suddenly opened, and an old monk with a fierce face and a shabby robe slowly walked in, and a terrifying aura lingered around him.

The moment their footsteps landed on the ground, it was as if a thousand huge waves were surging towards them.

Behind him, two old Shaolin monks followed.

Seeing the three of them, before the monks could speak, Xuandu said respectfully, "See the Transitional Absolute Master."

"What?" Xuan Cheng's face changed slightly.

Everyone present stood up in unison and hurriedly saluted respectfully.

"Meet the Ancestor of the Dead!"

Du Jue didn't speak, just stared at Xuan Cheng coldly, and said slowly, "You just said that Xuan Zhen is not qualified to be the abbot?"

Xuan Cheng's forehead unconsciously oozed a layer of cold sweat, and his face was slightly pale.

"Master ......"

Without waiting for Xuan Cheng to speak, Du Jue interrupted him and said coldly, "Xuan Zhen, the abbot, is more competent than anyone else."

The monks were silent.

Is this the real name of the Emperor?

Everyone subconsciously glanced at Xuandu, and said secretly, "Was it invited by Xuandu?"

The old monks of Shaolin have long stopped asking about Shaolin.

In terms of qualifications, the crossing of the underworld is indeed the deepest, but in terms of fame, this crossing master is even greater.

The ancestor of the crossing master was the last monk of the crossing generation of the year, and he was accepted by the ancestor of the master of the crossing of the soul.

It's just that they heard that the ancestor of the crossing has entered the Shaolin forbidden land to do penance, and he has not been out for hundreds of years.

There have long been rumors in the temple that he has passed away, but he never thought that he was still alive.

Now that he suddenly appeared, it could only be invited by Xuandu.

At that time, it was rumored in the rivers and lakes that "the Three Treasure Saints in the Dharma Academy, the Four King Kongs in front of the Luohan Hall".

These four vajra refer to the four Shaolin martial arts monks who are gifted in martial arts.

Xuanfa, Xuan Zhen is two of them, but the Three Treasure Saints are single-handed, known as the three unique swords, and are well-known in the rivers and lakes.

Du Jue looked at everyone and said coldly, "But a young man, you will be afraid of this!"

"Since he's coming, let him come!"

"I'm a Shaolin boy ancient temple, I can't be afraid of him!"

Xuan Cheng sighed lightly and said, "Master, do you have to insist on this?"

"Can we really win?"

"Even if he can win, Lin Mang is now the Marquis of Wu'an of the imperial court, and his identity is extraordinary."

As he spoke, Xuan Cheng looked at everyone and sighed, "Do you think the same way?"

He does have his own selfish intentions, but he never wants to see Shaolin fall away.

Defecting to the imperial court is the only way to keep Shaolin now.

Xuandu suddenly snorted coldly, his eyes were cold, and he said coldly: "My Shaolin family can't win, so what about the entire rivers and lakes?"

"He, Lin Mang, can he still be the enemy of the entire rivers and lakes?"

Xuan Cheng was slightly stunned, and the whole person was stunned in place.

Xuandu said coldly, "We don't want to be enemies of the imperial court, but we don't want the imperial court to think that we are easy to bully."

"I have informed many of the Jianghu sects that they will soon be in Shaolin."

In addition to Shaolin, there are also many sects involved in the capital.

Hearing the news of Jinyiwei's departure from Beijing, these sects were also panicked.

Now that Shaolin has given a solution, they will naturally come.

They didn't really want to be enemies of the imperial court, but they just used this to show the attitude of the imperial court, and presumably the imperial court didn't want to fight them to the death.

"You're crazy!"

Xuan Cheng obviously heard what Xuan Du meant.

"Master!

」

Xuan Cheng said loudly, "Give up!"

"My Shaolin thousand-year-old foundation can't be destroyed in one fell swoop!"

If there is a better way, why do you have to fight hard, just for the sake of that ridiculous reputation?

Du Jue frowned slightly, and said coldly, "Xuan Cheng, as a Shaolin disciple, how can you be so cowardly!

」

Rumble!

In an instant, a terrifying majesty emanated from all over his body.

Behind the end of the body, a phantom of the golden Buddha appeared, exuding a terrible Buddha light around the body, and there was a faint Buddha country presented.

The many Buddha statues in the entire Buddha hall seem to resonate, exuding an incomparably dazzling Buddha light.