The bell rang one hundred and eight times in a row on Mt. Shomuro.

A long procession of warrior monks descended from the mountainside down the long stone staircase.

Warrior monks with long sticks lined up on both sides, all of them looking full of energy.

The sun shone on their bare heads, as if gilding them with a circle of light.

These monks actually anointed oil on their heads!

It's just pompous!

"Open ~ Mountain!"

With a loud shout from the mountain downward, all the warrior monks followed with their internal strength and shouted: "Open the mountain!" ”

The overwhelming momentum spreads from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.

The entire Songshan Mountain seemed to tremble together with this unison shout.

Some Buddhist disciples who also came to participate in the grand event couldn't help but bow their heads, pinched the Buddha beads, and chanted: "Amitabha! ”

The vast majority of noisy people in the rivers and lakes were shocked by this momentum, and unconsciously restrained the volume of their speech.

Buddhism can't influence unruly people, but the stick in the hands of a warrior monk can.

So what is the Zen ancestral garden? Of course, it's because I'm so good at 'drinking on the head'.

According to the pre-arrangement, each sect went up the mountain in the order of priority.

The first to go up the mountain was, of course, the Wudang faction.

This time, Wudang sent at least fifty or sixty people, all of whom were led by Chong Xu, to the venue set up in the middle of the mountain.

The current nominal head of Wudang is still Chongxu's master, Daoist Ziqing, but Daoist Ziqing is already over eighty years old, regardless of Wudang's affairs for many years, the actual head of Wudang has long been Chongxu.

Wudang and the others walked to the middle of the mountain road and pulled out their swords together.

The sword light flickered, and the sword qi turned into a Tai Chi pattern, condensing in mid-air but not dissipating.

"The sword is out of Wudang, the real martial arts demon!" The Wudang disciples shouted in unison, although the momentum was not as strong as Shaolin, but the momentum was like a rainbow, and the influence exerted by Shaolin was strongly dispersed.

The people in the rivers and lakes under the mountain applauded loudly.

If you don't understand it, it's just right!

Such a grand event will never let Shaolin be beautiful.

Wang Yu beside Yue Buqun muttered in a low voice: "Pretending to be opposed, it's really rough to play." ”

Yue Buqun glanced at Wang Yu and said, "Shut up!" ”

Wang Yu's mentality is somewhat with the arrogance of a son of a family looking at the rivers and lakes.

But don't worry, just a few more beats to recognize the reality.

Immediately after Wudang, the Wuyue Sword Sect went up the mountain in turn.

Although the Wuyue Sword Sect has already had internal rifts because of Yue Buqun, it is still mixed up in one place at this time.

For most of the people in the rivers and lakes now, the Wuyue Sword Sect is basically a force.

However, because there was no rehearsal in advance, the momentum of the Wuyue Sword Sect going up the mountain was not as good as that of Wudang.

The Songshan faction secretly rehearsed the slogan in advance, but under the deliberate stirring of the Taishan faction, it was so confused that it was difficult to hear clearly.

At the foot of the mountain, all you can hear is a chaotic murmur.

I only heard what Wuyue was, what Wu Yang, what was, and I had no memory points.

Later, it was simply taken over by the Hengshan faction, the gongs and drums sounded, the music became restless, and the atmosphere suddenly appeared.

It's that at the foot of the mountain, some people can't help but throw bounty money on the mountain road.

At the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, more than half of the six major factions have now withered, and the three factions of Emei, Kunlun, and Kongtong have not been 'found to be without this faction', but they have fallen to the second and third rates of the rivers and lakes.

Of course, this time in the martial arts conference, these three factions also sent people to participate, or they took this opportunity to make a name for themselves again.

After the Wuyue Sword School climbed the mountain in the sound of gongs and drums, the second-rate sects of the rivers and lakes such as Qingcheng, Tianshan, Kuocang, and Diancang also began to climb the mountain in turn.

These sects, more or less, are still working a little bit.

But because of the lack of confidence, there are also insufficient highlights.

The Qingcheng faction's face change and fire spitting ushered in a large number of applause.

It's just that this kind of propaganda, whether it is a positive effect, then it is unknown.

The reason why every sect is so hard to publicize is because everyone has a feeling that a big storm is coming, and every sect that wants to survive is trying its best to grow, even if it is like a pufferfish, puffing out the belly to form a false momentum.

In this way, until the sects with heads and faces on the rivers and lakes have finished going up the mountain, the monk will be named at the bottom of the mountain and invite those martial arts people who have always had chivalrous names on the rivers and lakes to go up the mountain.

The people in the rivers and lakes who were named would proudly arch their hands to the surroundings, say a few 'ashamed', and then quickly go up the mountain.

For fear of being bombed down.

As for the Sun and Moon God Cult, are there those side ways that endanger one side?

Excuse me! There is no place for them.

Although the meaning of the imperial court is to promote talents in an eclectic manner, Shaolin and Wudang, as the leaders of the White Dao, cannot be true to their faces.

So on the bright side, there is no invitation to those side doors.

It's just that it wasn't driven away.

Of course, the side sects led by the Sun Moon Divine Sect were also mentally prepared, and they went up the mountain from another road in advance, and also went to the direction of the venue, which seemed to have a tacit understanding with the White Dao Martial Arts.

In this way, there are still a large number of martial arts people at the foot of the mountain, and there is no chance to go up the mountain.

But the location on the mountain is also limited, and there are too many people, so what kind of conference is there to have? Patronizing a few heads!

Therefore, there are some martial arts people with good feet, good light skills, and big voices, who are specially invited as 'voice transmitters', who are responsible for broadcasting what happened on the mountain and informing those Jianghu guests who have no chance to enter the main venue at the foot of the mountain.

And at the foot of the mountain, there are no names and surnames, and there are no people in the rivers and lakes who have no gate to rely on, and they are not completely without the opportunity to go up the mountain.

Shaolin and Wudang have long set up dozens of rings at the foot of the mountain.

Whoever wins ten games in a row in the ring is eligible to go up the mountain to participate in the tournament.

In this way, it is in line with the hearts of many people.

I didn't make a fuss.

Left and right are just here to make a name for themselves, and there is no difference between being on the mountain or at the foot of the mountain.

If you win ten games in a row and go up the mountain, you will have face and lining.

On the contrary, you can't even go out at the foot of the mountain, and you will be humiliated when you go up the mountain.

The venue of the martial arts conference is not in the Shaolin Temple, but next to Tallinn.

In a small open space, tents have already been set up.

All sects and factions have arranged their positions according to their different statuses in the rivers and lakes.

Among them, the Huashan faction is the most spacious.

The size of the tent is the same as that of the other four factions in Wuyue, but there are few people in Huashan!

Coupled with the large cloves of garlic from the Sword Sect, it was only about ten people, enough space to accommodate thirty people, which was more than enough for them.

The Tarzan pie is a bit crowded.

Therefore, Yue Buqun took the initiative to beckon the Taishan faction to assign some people to go to the tent of the Huashan faction.

The position was fixed, everyone entered, and the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Monk Fang Zheng, walked to the very center, stood under an ancient tree, looked around, and then nodded.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The poor monk Fang Zheng, only on behalf of Shaolin, welcomes your participation in the conference. ”

"The primary goal of this conference is to agree on how to distribute and hunt evil spirits, and how to agree between the various factions to help each other."

The voice of Fang Zheng spread throughout the venue.

It's just that I don't wait for the preset praise, and come out at this time to answer the next call.

Then I heard a dull voice from underground.

"Ahh Has it begun? Has the conference begun? ”

"I... I'm not late! ”

"Hey! Stinky bastard, help me see if my neck is crooked, I feel my ass pressing against it. ”