There are two giant peaks in Songshan Mountain, and the shorter one in front is Taimur Mountain, which is occupied by the Songshan faction; The highest peak behind is Shaolin Mountain, which is the place where Shaolin Temple opened its sect and spread the law.

At this time, in the main hall of Shaolin Temple, more than a dozen monks sat cross-legged, led by a short, thin face, but a kind old monk.

He is the abbot of the contemporary Shaolin Temple and the master of Fang Zheng.

In addition, the four great monks of Shaolin Temple: Empty Vision, Empty Hearing, Empty Wisdom, and Emptiness, as well as the three elders of the Dharma Hall, 'Master Sandu': Crossing misfortune, crossing calamity and crossing disaster are all among them.

These senior monks in the hall can be said to be the backbone of today's Ming Shaolin Temple.

The four great monks are all masters at the grandmaster level, and they can join forces to fight the great grandmaster; The master of Sandu of the Dharma Academy, his martial arts have also reached the realm of perfection, and he also has a record of joining forces to repel the great master.

It is said that Xie Xun, one of the four great kings of the Ming Sect who was evil martial arts many years ago, was suppressed by Master Sandu in Shaolin to forgive his sins.

This Xie Xun is the father-in-law of the Mingjiao Sect, Zhang Wuji once led many Mingjiao members to attack Shaolin in order to rescue Xie Xun, but they have repeatedly returned in vain.

A peek at the leopard in the tube shows the strength of this thousand-year-old temple!

But at this time, all the monks in the Daxiong Treasure Hall had solemn faces, and the atmosphere was quite serious.

It's just because what they're offending at the moment is the Ming court!

Although the Shaolin Temple is extremely strong and has the reputation of 'the world's martial arts', this is limited to the rivers and lakes, if it is against such a behemoth as the imperial court, even if the Shaolin Temple is strong, sooner or later it will be razed to the ground.

This is an outcome that they do not want to see.

"Uncles and brothers, I invite you to come here today for the imperial army to blockade my Shaolin."

Master Fang Zheng's expression was solemn, he looked at the monks in the hall, and said in a deep voice:

"Half a month ago, the head of Songshan Zuo Lengchan was bewitched, went to the capital to participate in the murder of the Ming Emperor, offended the imperial court, and later the imperial court sent people to encircle and suppress the Songshan faction, my Shaolin Temple and the Songshan faction lived in Songshan for a hundred years, in the face of the imperial court encirclement, has never been able to turn a blind eye, so Kongjian and Uncle Kongzhi took action and rescued several disciples of the Songshan faction, causing the imperial army to surround my Shaolin and block the main roads up and down the mountain, and now it has been half a month."

"Half a month of siege, now the surplus grain in the temple has bottomed out, if you don't go down the mountain to buy food, I'm afraid the temple won't last long."

"But the imperial court is determined to ask us to hand over those Songshan disciples, if we don't hand over people and force down the mountain, we will inevitably have a head-on conflict with the imperial army, and at that time, I am afraid that I will be destroyed because of these Songshan disciples."

"The poor monk is blessed by the uncle and brother in the temple, temporarily resides as the abbot, and is in charge of the affairs of the temple, but this matter is very important, and the poor monk can't make up his mind, so I invite you to come here to discuss this matter."

"These Songshan disciples, do we pay them or not?"

After Master Fang Zheng finished speaking, there was silence in the hall.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, the monk said a Buddha call, took two steps forward, and said in a low voice:

"This incident started because of the poor monks, and it was the poor monks who underestimated the determination of the imperial court to destroy Songshan, which led to today's difficulties."

"If the imperial court attacks Shaolin, the poor monk is willing to come forward alone, tie his hands, and let the imperial court dispose of it, so as to end this cause and effect."

"But my Shaolin monks have always been compassionate, and the poor monks really can't watch the Songshan faction being exterminated, so these Songshan disciples, let's just let them stay in Shaolin."

The Empty Wisdom Divine Monk also stepped forward and said in a deep voice:

"This matter is a joint response between the poor monk and the senior brother, and the poor monk is willing to bear it with the senior brother!"

The monk smiled slightly, didn't say much, turned around and walked outside the hall.

The empty wisdom monk had no fear on his face, and slowly followed, with a tragic and heroic bearing that the wind and rain were gone.

"Wait!"

But at this moment, the emptiness monk with the most hot temper suddenly stood up, stopped the two of them, and said coldly:

"My Shaolin Temple has protected the people that the court wants to kill, what the court wants is just a face, I'm afraid that even if the two senior brothers are captured, the court will still not let go of my Shaolin Temple, and they will still ask us to hand over those Songshan disciples."

"Not bad." The empty monk bowed slightly: "The sacrifice of such a senior brother and junior brother is meaningless. ”

Kongjian Monk frowned slightly: "But now that we are in a desperate situation, is my temple really going to hand over these people?" ”

"People definitely can't hand it over!"

The Void Divine Monk snorted coldly: "The court wants to save face, don't I want face in Shaolin?" Hand over these Songshan disciples at this moment, even if my Shaolin can survive this catastrophe, it will inevitably be discredited in the future! ”

"According to the poor monk's opinion, it is better to directly lead the disciples out of the mountain and fight with the court in a dignified manner, showing my Shaolin determination, the poor monk will not believe it, the court really dares to break the net with my Shaolin fish!"

"What Uncle Emptiness said is reasonable!"

The master of the three crossing masters also said coldly:

"My Shaolin Temple has been inherited for thousands of years, and there are branches in other major dynasties, if the court really dares to do it, I think it is better to send people directly to the branches of the major dynasties for help, even if the court dares to do it to my Shaolin, it will definitely hurt the muscles and bones!"

"The court can't afford this consequence!"

Master Doom frowned and said, "This method is not appropriate. ”

"Although my Shaolin has branches in other dynasties, even if I go to the nearest branch of the Great Song Dynasty for help, it will take at least a month to come and go, and the court can't wait that long."

"Although our temple has produced many outstanding warrior monks over the years, if you fight with the imperial court, I am afraid it will be a situation where you will lose more and win less."

The Master of Distress said coldly:

"Why fight with their army, if they dare to attack the mountain, we only need to capture their main general, so that the imperial army has no leader, but it is just a group of rabble, how to stop my Shaolin monks?"

Master Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "The imperial court may not have no masters, now Uncle Great Compassion and Jueyuan Ancestor are in retreat all year round, if the imperial court sends the one in the palace, I am afraid that no one in our temple can stop it." ”

Hearing this, everyone's hearts were full of awe.

The one in the imperial palace is basically equivalent to the Dinghai pillar of the Ming royal family, and it used to be a bloody storm in the martial arts, and the Ming Palace has become a forbidden place for people in the rivers and lakes.

If that one comes, there is absolutely no one in the Shaolin Temple who is his opponent.

Moreover, when that time comes, Shaolin is afraid that it will be difficult to survive.

If even that one is dispatched, how will the court let them go?

The atmosphere fell silent again.

"Stepping on ......"

At this moment, a rush of footsteps suddenly sounded.

I saw a disciple of the Dharma Academy, who was in charge of guarding the mountain, hurriedly walked over, bowed to the monks in the hall, and said anxiously:

"Abbot Qiqi, uncles and uncles, there are two people from the imperial court outside the mountain gate, give us an ultimatum, if we don't hand over those Songshan disciples before dark, the imperial court will attack the mountain gate!"

Everyone's faces changed.

Master Fang Zheng frowned and said: "The imperial court has blocked the mountain gate for so many days, if it was to fight, it would have been fought a long time ago, which means that it is not a last resort, and the imperial court does not want to fight with my Shaolin Temple, but now how can it suddenly decide to attack the mountain gate, is there something terrible?" ”

"Just go out and see."

As he spoke, he walked out of the hall with a calm face.

The monks looked at each other, and they all followed out.

Soon, everyone came to the mountain gate, only to see two figures, one black and one blue, standing on the steps outside the mountain gate.

A person wearing a blue python robe, carrying a double sword, covered with a bronze grimace mask, and his left eye is white, like a ghost pupil, which is the big stall head of the West Factory, Ma Jinliang.

This person had been seen by the monks before, so they were not surprised, but they just turned their gaze to the other person.

Soon, Kongjian Monk's face changed, and he said:

"This person is a prodigal swordsman in the northwest, named Yan Shisan, but it is said that a few days ago, this person was invited by Yue Buqun, the head of Huashan, to go to Longmen to assassinate Yuhuatian, the Gongyu Huatian of Xichang Factory, but finally lost at the hands of Yuhuatian, and was taken under the command of Yuhuatian, and now he is serving Xichang."

Hearing this, the faces of the other monks also changed slightly.

Master Fang Zheng frowned and said, "So, that Xichang factory is also here?" ”

"It should be!"

The expression of the monk was solemn, and he subconsciously recalled that rainy night in the Northwest Desert a month ago.

The Xichang factory, known as the "white-clothed killing god", is such a superhuman and peerless martial arts, and he has died under his masters, I don't know how many of them are there.

If that person also comes, then today's things will not be good.

Thinking like this in his heart, but the monk was not afraid, he walked out of the mountain gate slowly, looked at the two people on the steps, held his hand and saluted, and said:

"Amitabha, the two donors are here, my Shaolin Temple is shining, but I don't know if the two donors are here, what advice do you have?"

Ma Jinliang's eyes were indifferent, and he said, "Isn't this seat clear enough?" ”

"According to the order of the governor, if the Shaolin Temple refuses to hand over those Songshan thieves before sunset, it will be punished for the same crime, and there will be no forgiveness for killing!"

Hearing this, all the monks at the mountain gate were slightly angry.

Master Fang Zheng frowned, stepped forward and said:

"Although the Songshan faction has violated the laws of the Ming Dynasty, but the mastermind Zuo Lengchan and others have already subdued the law, our temple saved these disciples, but they are just innocent people, and the rebellion has nothing to do with them, why should the donor kill them all?"

Ma Jinliang sneered, then took out a booklet from his bosom and wrote slowly:

"The Shaolin abbot said that the Songshan disciples who participated in the murder of the emperor are all innocent people......"

Hearing this, everyone's faces changed again.

If this word spreads, it means that Shaolin Temple also has the intention of rebellion, and this crime is not insignificant.

The Master of Disaster couldn't help but say angrily:

"Eunuch, why do you have to act like this, if you want to fight, do you want to fight, am I still afraid that you will not succeed?!"

"Senior Brother ......"

Master Du'er's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly raised his voice to stop it.

Ma Jinliang took a deep look at the master of the disaster, and a chill flashed in his eyes:

"I remember you."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the Four Great Divine Monks and Master Fang Zheng, and said coldly: "Is this the attitude of Shaolin?" ”

Master Fang Zheng's expression was solemn, and he said: "This matter is very important, I wonder if I can invite Grandpa Yu to come and discuss one or two?" ”

Ma Jinliang sneered and was about to speak.

But at this moment, there were suddenly several sounds of breaking the air in the mountains and forests behind.

"Whew, whew—"

Everyone's expressions changed slightly, and they hurriedly looked over, only to see that among the mountains and forests below, several figures came in the air, as light as a swallow, only a few dodges in the forest, and jumped more than ten zhang away, obviously all of them are extremely skilled.

is the first person, wearing a silver-white python robe, leaning against the sky at the waist, with a long body and a handsome and cold face, who is it not Yuhuatian?

"Overseer!"

Seeing this, Yan Shisan and Ding Xiu hurriedly moved out of the way and bent slightly to show respect.

Yuhua Tianjing fell straight between the two, and then looked at the monks at the mountain gate, with an indifferent expression, and said:

"Don't you want to see this seat? This seat is coming. ”

Woohoo......

Immediately after, Ding Xiu, Ji Xueyong and Jinyiwei landed one after another, and their strong momentum was undoubtedly displayed, looking coldly at the monks at the gate of Shaolin Mountain.

At the same time, the whole mountain began to shake slightly, and the dense footsteps at the foot of the mountain were like thunder, and at a glance, only the sword light and sword shadows could be seen, and the dense forest was crowded, and it was impossible to count how many people there were.

The atmosphere instantly became solemn.

Master Fang Zheng frowned, looked at the handsome figure in front of him, arched his hand, and said:

"The abbot of the poor monk Shaolin Temple, Fang Zheng, I have seen the rain father-in-law......"

Yu Huatian waved his sleeve robe and said indifferently: "Don't talk nonsense!" ”

"The things decided by this seat will never be changed, either it will be handed over, or Shaolin will be removed today!"

"This seat will give you a stick of incense time, and make a decision as soon as possible before the army arrives outside your Shaolin Mountain Gate!"

When the Shaolin monks heard this, their faces were extremely ugly.

Shaolin Temple was founded for thousands of years and has stood on the top of the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, how could it have been so persecuted?

Master Fang Zheng's face was not good-looking, he looked at Yuhuatian, and said in a deep voice:

"But for the sake of a few innocent Songshan disciples, why would Grandpa Yu make such a big move?"

Yu Huatian glanced at him obliquely, his eyes were indifferent, and he didn't talk nonsense anymore.

By now, it's not just because of those few Songshan disciples, it's a matter of face.

Once you succumb to Shaolin today, it will be a great blow to the prestige of the imperial court.

So, Yuhuatian came in person.

Although he is afraid of the masters of Shaolin Temple, this does not mean that he will make concessions.

If the Shaolin Temple really refuses to hand over people, then Shaolin will be destroyed today.

No matter how many masters there are in Shaolin Temple, even if they use human lives, Yuhuatian will kill him!

The atmosphere fell silent again.

The faces of the Shaolin monks were ugly, and they looked at the resolute Yuhuatian, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

"Treading ......"

At this moment, there was another sound of footsteps in the mountain gate, and then an old monk wearing an ordinary monk's robe walked out of the mountain gate slowly.

When Master Fang Zheng and the others heard the voice, they turned their heads to look, and they were all shocked, and then they were overjoyed, and hurriedly bent down and saluted:

"I've seen Uncle Shi!"

"I've seen Uncle Shi!"

Yu Huatian looked up, his brows furrowed slightly:

"Grand Master ......"

Sure enough, the Shaolin Temple has been inherited for more than a thousand years, how can there be no great grandmaster.

This old monk looked like he was about to die, and the limit was approaching, but from his thin body, Yuhuatian could clearly feel a huge force of qi and blood.

There is no doubt that this old monk is definitely a great master!

"Amitabha, good, good!"

The old monk bowed slightly to Master Fang Zheng and the others, then crossed the crowd, walked to the front, looked straight at Yuhuatian and others outside the mountain gate, and made a Buddhist ritual towards Yuhuatian, saying:

"The reason for this matter, the poor monk already knows, it is indeed my Shaolin fault first, but I am a Buddhist person, I have always been compassionate, and I can't see death without help."

"The poor monk is a Shaolin monk of the virtual generation, the law is tragic, I don't know if this donor can sell the poor monk three points of thin noodles, give those few Songshan faction donors a way to live, the poor monk is willing to persuade them to shave and practice in the Shaolin Temple, never go down the mountain, and recite scriptures in the temple for a lifetime to forgive sins, so it is also considered to give the donor an explanation, I don't know if it is possible?"

Great Compassion Zen Master?

Hearing the old monk's self-registration number, Yu Huatian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he finally remembered the origin of this old monk.

The abbot of Shaolin before the Kongwen Monk is also one of the four Shaolin monks of the previous generation, and the same generation has the Iron Shoulder Monk, the Honest Monk and the Bitter Melon Master.

But the other three had already sat down, and they didn't expect this Great Compassion Zen Master to be still alive.

Hearing what the Great Compassion Zen Master said later, Yu Huatian's eyes immediately turned cold, and he sneered:

"I committed the great crime of murdering the emperor, and as long as I join your Shaolin Temple to chant, you can forgive your sins? Shaolin Temple is really a place to hide filth and dirt! ”

The Great Compassion Zen Master's face changed slightly, and he frowned and said:

"Then I don't know how the donor will retreat?"

Yuhuatian said coldly: "It's very simple, hand over someone!" ”

"Moreover, because your Shaolin Temple harbors criminals, more than 10,000 troops in my court have been guarding Songshan for more than half a month, and you Shaolin is fully responsible for all the loss of money and food!"

The faces of the monks changed again, and there was anger in their eyes.

They didn't expect Yuhuatian to gain an inch, just now they just asked them to hand over people, and now they are responsible for all the losses they have been surrounding Songshan for half a month.

It's just too deceitful!

The Great Compassion Zen Master's brows also furrowed tightly, and said: "My Shaolin has always been poor and thrifty, and I can't take out so much money and food, but I'm afraid that I will disappoint the donor." ”

"So, people don't want to pay, and they don't want to give money?"

Yu Huatian's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a cold glow under his eyes.

The Great Compassion Zen Master shook his head and said, "The benefactor's request, forgive me Shaolin can't do it." ”

"Good!"

Yu Huatian nodded, took two steps back, didn't talk nonsense, and quietly waited for the army to go up the mountain.

The atmosphere fell silent again, except for the dense footsteps under the mountain and the shouts of killing rising to the sky, which made the faces of the Shaolin monks more and more solemn.

The Great Compassion Zen Master frowned, looking at the rain field where oil and salt did not enter, and he couldn't help but have a trace of murder in his eyes.

He was considering whether to strike preemptively, take Yuhuatian, and force the imperial court to retreat.

But in this way, it is equivalent to completely tearing the face with the imperial court, and I am afraid that the consequences will be more serious in the future.

For a time, the Great Compassion Zen Master also fell into a dilemma.

"Boom—"

"Kill!"

Suddenly, at this moment, there was a sudden roar in the Shaolin Temple, followed by various shouts and screams.

The faces of the Shaolin monks at the mountain gate changed slightly, and they hurriedly looked back.

"What's going on? Check it out! ”

Master Fang Zheng's face was serious, and he immediately looked at a disciple next to him and commanded in a deep voice.

The disciple hurriedly took the order, but before he could go far, a monk covered in blood ran out of the temple, and shouted with an anxious face:

"Abbot Qiqi, uncles, no, a group of strange people suddenly appeared in the temple, killed people when they saw them, and they have rushed to the back mountain!"

The faces of the monks changed in shock, and then they all looked back at the people in the West Factory outside the mountain gate, and glared angrily.

A trace of anger also appeared in the eyes of the Great Compassion Zen Master, and he shouted: "I am here to discuss with your good life, but the donor has sent someone to sneak into my temple to kill people, which is too despicable!" ”

Yu Huatian frowned, ignored him, and turned his head to look at Ma Jinliang next to him: "You arranged it?" ”

Ma Jinliang looked confused, and hurriedly shook his head: "Overseer, our people are all below, and our subordinates have not arranged for anyone to sneak into Shaolin." ”

Hearing this, Yu Huatian's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze gradually cooled.

In this way, is there a third party intervening?

And he was used as a knife by this third-party force?

What a daring! ——

The Shaolin plot is temporarily written here, and the protagonist's current strength can't be extinguished, and then there is another force.

(End of chapter)