The morning bell rang for a long time, and in the depths of Shaomuro Mountain, in the continuous and elegant temple, two little novices rubbed their eyes, stretched their waists, and carried brooms to the Zhizang Temple, ready to start the day's work.

But the next moment, their movements stopped.

An elegant young man walked slowly outside the door, dressed in white like snow, with eyes like stars, a pure Jun sword hanging from his waist, and a simple sword box behind him, which reminded them of a name that made the world's Buddhists tremble - Xiao Qianli, the Pure Yang Sect Leader.

"Little monk, is that old Zen master here?"

Xiao Qianli's tone was extremely peaceful, like a polite young scribe, and he even politely raised a palm to salute.

"You...... How did you get in?" the two little monks opened their mouths wide, and one of them, who was a little older, finally regained some of his senses and asked with a stammering mouth, "You...... Are you Lord Xiao?"

"It's this seat!" Xiao Qianli said with a smile, "As for the intention of this seat, it has nothing to do with the abbot of your temple, so there is no need to disturb the abbot master!"

Being in Shaolin, he came to visit a Shaolin monk, and he claimed that he had nothing to do with the abbot, and he didn't even bother to notify him, this kind of thing was only done by Xiao Qianli - only he was unscrupulous in Shaolin, but the Shaolin monks did not dare to interfere at will.

There is no other reason, because in the past ten years, Xiao Qianli's notoriety is too great.

Where is the Mahayana Buddhism Gate that was once prosperous and spread all over the Central Plains now? It was picked up by its sword to the ancestral court, and the five Mahayana temples joined forces to conquer the west, and were beaten to the point that there was no one left in the Pure Yang Palace, and even a golden body and great power could not escape and ascend to heaven.

What about the Jinshan Temple, one of the four major signboards of Buddhism in the Central Plains? The ruins and ruins can faintly show its former glory, and now only a few old monks who have lost their martial arts are left, and they are still rummaging through the ruins to see if they can find some remnants of Buddhist scriptures.

Luoyang White Horse Temple, which is also one of the four famous temples, is already empty of people, although it is not broken by Xiao Qianli himself, it can be regarded as the abbot of Guangji to blame, but this account is still counted on the head of the Daomen.

As for the large and small famous temples affected by Xiao Qianli's slaughter of the Buddha, there are countless of them. The Imperial City Water and Land Conference, the masters and apprentices of the Chunyang Palace shot together, and the remnants of the Pure Land Realm monks of Buddhism, the seriously injured and seriously injured, the ruined and ruined, and those who still existed, have now disappeared and no longer appear on the rivers and lakes.

When these fierce gods suddenly came to Shaolin, the two young novices suddenly panicked, and one of them was so frightened that they threw their brooms on the ground, and retreated again and again, shouting: "Don't kill me, don't kill me......" turned around and ran away without a trace.

The other person was not much better, he was so frightened that he cried out, stretched his feet and ran, shouting: "Kill, kill, kill......" Like a fly without a head, he ran to the Daxiong Treasure Palace, panicked, hit his head on the big tree in the courtyard, and suddenly fell out of his forehead with a big bump, and he still didn't feel the pain, and ran out more than ten zhang away as soon as he slipped through the smoke.

Xiao Qianli was stunned for a while, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I can't imagine that the reputation of this seat can stop crying at night......"

He stepped forward slowly and gently pushed open the door of the Zhizang Temple, revealing the golden body of Jizo enshrined inside, the light smoke of burning sandalwood, and the layers of Buddhist scriptures and scrolls next to it.

He walked into the main hall, looked around, nodded and praised: "It is worthy of the Scripture Pavilion of Shaolin Temple, and I don't know when my Pure Yang Dao Hall can develop to such a point......

An old monk who was too old to tell his age was cleaning and paced over slowly, as if he didn't see Xiao Qianli.

It's still the same as last time, this extremely thin and extremely old monk seems to be able to blow down with a gust of wind, loose and shriveled muscles, vain and weak lower plate, rapid wheezing and chirping in the chest, no matter where you look at it, this old monk can only perform the magic of falling to the ground, and the master does not touch the slightest edge.

His movements did not change at all, and even swept to Xiao Qianli's side, and he didn't know how to dodge one or two, Xiao Qianli was unmoved, so he watched the broom sweep past his feet - as for this Zhizang Palace, which has obviously been cleaned spotlessly, why it has been cleaned for decades, the inside story, naturally only this old monk himself knows best.

"Don't pretend!" Competing with a monk who has achieved cultivation for meditation and tact, Xiao Qianli thought to himself that he was not capable of doing this, and chuckled at the moment, "The purpose of this seat is here, and the master already knows it!"

"Amitabha-" The old monk finally stopped being indifferent, stopped his movements, lowered his head and didn't look at Xiao Qianli, just proclaimed the Buddha's name, and said in a low voice, "You...... What are you doing here?"

"Last time, there were too many people to talk about it in detail!" Xiao Qianli turned his eyes in the main hall, and simply sat down on the futon, "There are very few people in the world who can talk to your peers, and this seat is brave and wants to discuss the Tao with the master." ”

The old monk held a broom and said with a wry smile: "Where did Tan Yue know the news? It was the same last time, as soon as he entered Shaolin, he went straight to the Zhizang Palace, as if he had known the old monk for a long time." Tan Yue has obviously reached an extremely high realm now, what else is there to understand, I want to ask the old monk?"

"The Buddha said: Don't say!" Xiao Qianli smiled mysteriously and said, "Last time you said, the Pure Land is Bodhi. I can't figure it out, so I'm here to ask for advice!"

The old monk was silent for a long time, and slowly shook his head and said, "The old monk has never reached that realm!"

Xiao Qianli smiled, his face gradually became serious, and he said in a deep voice: "That is the case, please teach the master!"

The old monk hesitated for a long time, finally sighed, threw away the broom, walked to the futon step by step, and slowly sat down.

When the abbot abbot and the master of Hinayana received the cry of the little novice and hurried to the Zhizang Hall with a group of monks, he saw that the door of the temple was closed, but there were thousands of sword qi inside, and the Buddha's light rose to the sky, and there was a vague boundless Sanskrit sound Buddha singing masterpiece, but he couldn't suppress the awe-inspiring aura.

"Oh no!" Mingxing Zen Master paused again and again, and complained, "How can this fierce god come to the door again? If Uncle Taishi wins, it's fine, if it fails, the ancient temple of Shaolin will not be burned by Xiao Qianli? Buddha is merciful, how can this be good?"

Several old monks did not dare to approach at all, the first Ming Dharma Zen master of the Luohan Hall gritted his teeth, directly manifested the triple golden body, rushed in, and did not get close to the temple door dozens of steps, he was overturned by a wave of air, and fell on the ground, only then he got up in embarrassment, shook his head and shouted: "Amazing, powerful, really close to the body......"

"Amitabha!" The Buddha's horn sounded one after another, "Tuo, Tuo, Tuo" a few times, but several hidden monks in the Nirvana Hall were also shocked, and they didn't care about shocking the world, and they came out of the customs one after another, and came to the outside of the Zhizang Hall one after another, asking about the beginning and end of the matter, and couldn't help but look at each other in shock.

The sword qi Buddha light was entangled for a day and a night, and the Shaolin monks came more and more, but they didn't dare to leave, and they were all anxious, but they didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, several hidden old monks felt something, and raised their heads together, but saw that in the morning light, thirteen stars from north and south appeared in the sky, surrounded by stars, shining brightly, and still discerning with the naked eye in the dawn sky.

"This is ......" The monks suddenly realized that as an old opponent who had dealt with Xiao Qianli countless times, many grandmasters knew that Xiao Qianli was the most blessed and could cultivate with the help of the power of the stars.

I only heard Xiao Qianli laugh in the hall, and said loudly: "There is Master Lao's help!" Hearing his voice, the monks couldn't help but change color.

The door of the hall suddenly opened, Xiao Qianli stepped out slowly, bowed slightly towards the abbot of Mingxing, did not answer, on tiptoe, he had already leaped away, and disappeared without a trace.

The monks were in an uproar, ignoring Xiao Qianli's rude behavior, and rushed to the hall in one go, but saw that the sweeping old monk's face was depressed, and he was weakly half leaning on the side of the offering platform, and sighed: "That's it, that's it! Shaolin closed the temple! If this person does not return to heaven one day, the Buddha can only live under it one day......

The monks didn't know why, and the abbot of Mingxuan hurriedly asked, and even a few old monks in the Nirvana Hall who had not asked about mundane things for a long time couldn't hold their breath and opened their mouths to inquire.

The sweeping old monk barely supported his body, surrounded the monks, and said with a wry smile: "Zu Qi is all his body, the world is so big, who else can control it?"

He suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly grabbed an old monk in the Nirvana Hall, and shouted: "Quick, go to the land of the hidden dragon, I'm afraid it's too late......