"Dragon Qi!"

After looking at it for a while, Guan Zizi showed a look of surprise: "How can the dragon qi leak out of the Shaolin Temple? How can it have something to do with the imperial court?"

"There's a good show to watch!" Zhang Bairen smiled.

The two of them played the piano in Songshan and discussed, so happy, the day of the conference came in a blink of an eye, someone had already set up a color shed in Songshan, and then listened to the people who specially hosted the party continue to make loud noises.

"The Northern Heavenly Master Dao Sect is here with all the elders!"

"Lingbao palm taught!"

"The three ancestors of the Wang family have arrived!"

"Soap Pavilion Palm Teaching!"

“......”

The colorful flags in the sky were unfurled, and the yang gods walked through the void and slowly descended on the boundary of Songshan Mountain.

Inside the Shaolin Temple

In front of the Light Mage sat eighteen little monks with yellow faces and thin muscles, but their eyes were full of vitality.

Listening to the noise coming from afar, Master Guangming sighed slightly: "When will my Buddhist family be prosperous!"

"Don't worry, the great prosperity of Buddhism is today!" A warm voice sounded, and Bodhidharma slowly walked from outside the main hall.

Bodhidharma was followed by the abbot of the Falan Temple, followed by his younger brother the Golden Arhat.

This is a real Arhat, not blessed by the Buddha, but an Arhat who has worked hard to cultivate himself.

"I've seen the abbot" Master Guangming stood up and bowed to Bodhidharma.

"This is the abbot of the Falan Temple, the Buddha's smooth awakening, thanks to the abbot's help!" Bodhidharma introduced the abbot of the Falan Temple.

"There have been several faces," Master Guangming bowed to the abbot of the Falan Temple.

The abbot of the Fran Temple replied: "There are indeed several fates. ”

"The two of you will be a family in the future, and you will work together for the revival of my Dharma, so you don't have to be polite!" Bodhidharma interrupted the conversation between the two, and put a stick of incense on the Buddha Jin above, and then bowed respectfully and said: "Today's disciple Bodhidharma, if you want to open the pure land of my Buddhism, you also ask the World Venerable to give you a decree!"

On one side, the abbot of the Falan Temple and the light mage knelt on both sides, both with a pious look on their faces.

I saw that the golden body was twisted, and with a flick of my fingers, a bright and immeasurable seed slowly fell from the Buddha's hand, suspended in front of the abbot of the Falan Temple: "You have contributed to the Buddha's door, and you are specially given the seed of the Pure Land, and you are pardoned as the Pure Land Bodhisattva. ”

As he spoke, the seed of light actually landed on the left hand of the abbot of the Falan Temple, and instantly merged with his left hand.

"It's a pity that I lost the world relics in my palm, otherwise why would it be so troublesome to open up the Pure Land!" Shizun sighed lightly, his eyes full of helplessness: "The number of days is like this, how can it be so easy to transcend the number of days." ”

"Congratulations to the World-Honored One!"

All the people bowed respectfully.

When the Lord left, everyone stood up and bowed respectfully to the abbot of the Falan Temple: "Meet the Pure Land Bodhisattva." ”

"The Pure Land has not yet been opened, you should not be polite, you are all staunch followers of the World-Honored One, and your future achievements will be above me" The Pure Land Bodhisattva smiled and helped everyone up one by one: "The Pure Land is opened, and I still need your help to open up." It's a pity that Zhang Bairen's thief stole the century-old incense accumulation of my Buddhist family, otherwise why would he be so embarrassed. ”

"Congratulations, senior brother!" the golden-bodied Arhat of the Fran Temple had a look of envy on his face.

"Senior brother, don't worry, your achievements in the future will definitely not be below me," the Pure Land Bodhisattva patted the golden-bodied Arhat on the shoulder.

Looking at the golden-bodied Arhat, and then at the eighteen little monks who respectfully bowed to the ground, Bodhidharma looked at the light mage: "The teachings of the eighteen arhats might as well be transferred to the golden-bodied Arhats, the mage has other important responsibilities, but he can't delay in this matter." ”

"Obey the abbot's decree," the Light Mage naturally would not object. To be honest, teaching a little monk is really a boring thing.

The top of Songshan Mountain

Looking at the seven seven or eight from all the strong people and ancestors, Zhang Bairen glanced at Guan Zizi, and slowly stood up and walked towards the color shed.

"Metropolitan Governor Zhang Bairen, the White Lotus Society is at ease...... Here!" This voice was so long that people couldn't help but feel a move in their hearts.

Zhang Bairen put his hands behind his back and slowly descended from the top of the mountain. At this time, I heard the master of ceremonies sing: "The squire of the criminal department has arrived!"

"I've seen the Governor!"

The bone instrument came from down the mountain, and happened to meet Zhang Bairen who came down from the mountain.

Zhang Bairen nodded: "Lord Shilang is not in the imperial court to handle official business, why do you run around?"

Listening to Zhang Bairen's words, Gu Yi smiled lightly: "The governor is polite! The lower official came by His Majesty's holy decree." ”

Zhang Bairen nodded, and didn't say much, but walked into the color shed first.

Gu Yi looked at Guan Zizi behind Zhang Bairen, showed admiration, and bowed respectfully: "Could it be the head of the society in person?"

"The waiter is polite!" Guan Zizi nodded slightly, and then slowly walked into the color shed.

Gu Yi's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he followed without saying a word.

The shed is large enough to accommodate hundreds of people.

As soon as I stepped into the color shed, I felt that the noise was rushing to the sky, making people dizzy, and I almost thought that I had come to the downtown Hongchen.

It was only Zhang Bairen who opened the curtain and walked in, and the sound in the color shed fell silent for a while, and the needle drop could be heard.

Glancing at the people in the color shed, Zhang Bairen stepped on the red carpet and actually saw a few familiar figures in the crowd, and there were also Taoist dragon spirits.

Zhang Bairen sat down, the atmosphere in the big tent was depressing, and the heroes would not have spoken without permission.

Guan Zizi sat next to Zhang Bairen, the two of them sat on both sides of the head, and the bone instrument followed closely behind, sitting below Guan Zizi.

At this time, a familiar figure walked in from outside the big tent, Zhang Bairen's face moved, it was actually Baiyun and Chunyang Dao.

Chunyang Daoren looked at Zhang Bairen with a complicated face, found a place to sit down, Bai Yun smiled bitterly at Zhang Bairen, and stepped forward to salute: "Don't come to the governor!"

"It's good" Zhang Bairen bowed slightly.

After listening to Zhang Bairen's words, Bai Yun's eyes swept over the crowd in the field, and then said in a low voice: "Today, Poor Dao is in charge of the situation in the field, and I also ask the governor to suppress the battle for me." ”

A touch of surprise flashed in his eyes, Zhang Bairen took a sip of tea: "It's okay, I see that everyone in the audience is uncertain, their eyes are flickering, obviously they have their own thoughts, and it is difficult to become a big thing." ”

Bai Yun bowed before he got up and came to the high platform above.

Although Zhang Bairen has a good personal relationship with Baiyun, now Zhang Bairen has proven himself as a yang god, and his status is extraordinary, and there must be etiquette, which is the rule.

"Everyone!" Bai Yun slowly spoke, attracting the attention of everyone in the audience: "Guanshan, Fahua, Changchun, Futu, Wensu, Tianji, can there be real people from the various avenues?"

But I saw six people walking out of the crowd one after another, five of them were men, young men. But that question was a woman, a very beautiful woman. If it weren't for the faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, I am afraid that everyone would still think she is a twenty-eight girl.

"We're all here, and there's Lao Zhenren to adjust!" the six of them saluted together.

Bai Yun nodded, and turned his gaze again: "Lingbao, Soap Pavilion, Southern Heavenly Master, Northern Heavenly Master, Maoshan and Yuqing, can anyone be there?"

Five figures walked out of the crowd, but only the people of the Southern Heavenly Master Dao were missing.

"The Southern Heavenly Master Dao is closed to the mountain, and my Northern Heavenly Master Dao can be fully represented!"

Nantian Shidao was forced by Zhang Bairen to block the mountain gate, which was also a helpless move.

Bai Yun nodded when he heard this, and saluted the people below: "Fellow Daoists, seniors, if you talk about qualifications, there are few people in the seat who are older than Bai Yun. If you talk about the strength of the sects, whether it is the six sects of the Heavenly Court or the six sects headed by the Northern and Southern Heavenly Masters, each sect is not weaker than the Baiyun Temple. If you talk about cultivation, there are even more people who throw out a few streets of Baiyun. But why did it come out to adjust this time? It was the six sects that insisted on this, and my Baiyun Temple had no choice but to come out and wade into troubled waters. ”

Bai Yun's words made everyone feel comfortable in the audience, and they placed their position and the position of Baiyun Temple very low.

"When the world is in turmoil, the gate of the law realm is closed, the gods of the lower realm are leaderless, and it is time for the rise and fall of dynasties and the change of gods!" Bai Yun pointed to the main topic in one sentence: "It is not easy for people in my generation to become enlightened in cultivation, but those who have the opportunity to become enlightened are even rarer. Heaven is virtuous, and it is easy to be angry and tired of killing, because the two sides want to win or lose in a battle, so as not to fight. ”

Who are the gods of the Nether?

They are all the ancestors of the six sects, such as Wensu, Changchun, and Futu, and the ancestors! You don't have a big greeting from the Heavenly Masters in the north and south, and you can directly destroy the temple and punish the gods, and destroy the heroic spirits of the ancestors of the people, and it is strange that the six sects can endure it.

The representatives of the major sects were all silent, and it was obvious that everyone had already reached a consensus in private before this matter.

Listening to everyone's breathing, Bai Yun said, "I don't know if the major sects have any objections?"

"Let's not mention the matter of sealing the gods, the Northern and Southern Heavenly Master Lingbao and other sects rashly made a move, killing countless heroic spirits of the seniors in our sect, and this account still needs to be settled!" Fahua's middle-aged man's face was gloomy, and the murderous intent in his eyes was slowly brewing.

"Don't you hear that the dynasty has changed, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the change of dynasties and the change of gods has always been like this, no wonder we wait!" The face of the Northern Heavenly Master Dao is as calm as a mountain, knowing that the Northern Heavenly Master Dao actually has two generations of ancestors alive in the world, and the Northern Heavenly Master is now full of confidence.

"Murderous ancestor, you are still reasonable! This seat sees that you have no remorse at all!" The monk of Futu Dao subconsciously grabbed the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"What nonsense, what is there to explain, everyone will win or lose in a battle! The winner is the king, and the loser is the villain, what is there to argue!" said the old ancestor of the Soap Pavilion unhurriedly.

Looking at the Soap Pavilion Ancestor, Zhang Bairen shook his head.

At the beginning, he didn't slap his door to death, but he never thought that he would jump out alive again.

Thinking about it, it has only been many years since Ge Xuan's death in the Soap Pavilion, and there must be a master in it, and the previous palm did not damage its roots. However, the horror of the dragon qi of the Son of Heaven has taught everyone to see it.

The Soap Pavilion Ancestor had a tough tone, obviously not afraid of the Six Sects of the Heavenly Palace. Although the Six Sects of the Heavenly Palace have a long history, as an emerging force, they are not weak after hundreds of thousands of years of accumulation.

It has just begun, and the field is full of gunpowder, and Zhang Bairen watched it with relish, but it was also interesting.

ps: Make up one more first.

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