Chapter 1、Shomuro Yamashita.

The first temple in the world, the Shaolin Temple of Wulin Taishan Beidou.

The heroes in front of the Shaolin Mountain gathered together, and they all wanted to go up the mountain to visit the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Xuan Ci. A few hundred meters in front of the mountain gate are full of warriors from all over the world, and as for the reason, all the warriors of the rivers and lakes said in unison: I received an invitation and wanted to go to Shaolin to watch the battle.

The monks guarding the mountain gate hurriedly went up the mountain to report the news to the abbot of Shaolin Temple, so as not to make a mistake in handling it, which would annoy the moody and bold people in the rivers and lakes before the mountain gate.

The abbot of Xuan Ci meditated with the monks in the Daxiong Treasure Hall and studied Buddhism, and the monks who came to the news out of breath briefly explained the matter, and the monks in the Daxiong Hall were all shocked, and the presiding officer Xuan Ci glanced at the monks sitting in the main hall and asked, "Have you ever heard that the Shaolin Temple will compete with people today?"

All the monks shook their heads, looking blank.

Xuan Ci didn't dare to delay any longer, so as not to delay the big event, and immediately took the seven monks of the Xuanzi generation, including Xuan Ku, Xuan Nan, and Xuan Du, as well as a group of disciples of the Hui generation, to immediately rush to the bottom of the mountain and ask what was going on.

Everyone under the mountain waited anxiously, looking at the Shaolin Mountain, and suddenly everyone's eyes lit up, only to see the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, Xuan Ci, holding the staff, pinching the Buddha beads, with a group of Shaolin monks and disciples, walking like a dragon and tiger towards the Shaolin Mountain.

Seeing this, the heroes of the rivers and lakes rushed to meet with Xuan Ci and others in front of the mountain gate, and the crowd was like a flood, how could the disciples of the Shaolin Temple who were unable to support it be stopped, and finally they could only pour out like a flood.

"In Xiaqingcheng, I sent Sima Lin to see Abbot Xuanci. ”

"In the Lower Seven Star Sect, disciple Fu Xinyuan has seen Abbot Xuanci. ”

"In Xia Wanjin Castle, Ma Yunfei hugged Ma Yunfei and saw the abbot master. ”

“......”

Sima Lin, Fu Xinyuan and other people from the rivers and lakes came to the abbot of the Shaolin Temple and immediately hurriedly greeted him, Xuan Ci bent down and returned the salute, glanced at the people of the rivers and lakes who were as many as the sea of clouds Qi at the Lin Temple, and asked: "All the martial arts colleagues gather here, this temple is really full of brilliance, but please forgive the old man for being dull, I don't know why you will come together at least the Muro Mountain?"

As soon as the words fell, there was an uproar immediately, and Sima Lin, a disciple of the Qingcheng faction, glanced at the martial arts fellow behind him, and said in surprise: " Our group of people are all from all over the world, as for why it doesn't stop here, isn't it because the Shaolin Temple widely issued a heroic post that the Tubo national teacher Jiu Mozhi will visit the Shaolin Temple in the near future, and want to talk about friends with Zen martial arts, and understand the decent demeanor of the first family in the Central Plains, so I rushed to the Shaolin Temple non-stop, in the lower body in Sichuan, in order to come to the Shaolin Temple, want to block this grand event, and ran to kill six BMW horses to come here! Why, listening to the meaning of the abbot master, the Shaolin Temple does not seem to know about this?" Immediately, Sima Lin also handed the invitation in his hand to Abbot Xuanci.

In the last sentence, he asked the voices of the people who were present in the world, from all over the world, and gathered from all over the world, and they all looked at the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

Abbot Xuanci also felt inexplicable, he had never sent the monks of Shaolin Temple down the mountain recently, and he did not know that the Tubo teacher Gu Mozhi was about to visit Shaolin Temple, who did it, and Abbot Xuanci was also puzzled.

If we talk about the largest number of people and the only people who are the most well-informed are the beggar gangs, could it be that those who spread the news are actually disciples of the beggar gangs? If this is the case, then what is the purpose of the beggar gangs? Xuan Ci did not believe that the beggar gang would do such a thing.

Thinking about this, Xuan Ci didn't think much about it, the first thing at the moment was how to settle this group of high-rollers who came to Shaolin Temple thousands of miles away, he saluted the high-rollers who gathered here, and then said: "This temple must thoroughly investigate this matter, I don't know who played a prank so that you ran in vain, Shaolin Temple has never sent disciples to spread the news up and down the rivers and lakes, and there is no knowledge that the Tubo national teacher will come to visit, therefore." ”

Before the words were finished, a heroic laughter comparable to the thunder falling to the ground suddenly sounded, and the voices present were overwhelmed, and everyone present only felt that their ears were like a big drum beating, and the voice sounded in their ears: "It's better to come early than to come by chance, I didn't expect you to come to the Central Plains heroes so appreciatively, so if I don't show up again, wouldn't I be suspicious of ignoring the Central Plains heroes." ”

The voice sounded like Huang Zhong Da Lu, revealing an incomparable solemnity, righteousness, and mysterious meaning, and then when the voice sounded, a vast momentum spread for miles like the ink clouds in the sky, and the strong pressure made many Jianghu heroes feel depressed, and they almost didn't have to look back to know that the person who came was a peerless and rare master.

The high-rollers who originally listened to Abbot Xuanci's words and were about to return disappointed heard this sound, and their hearts suddenly lit up, and they understood that they would not return in vain and come here in vain.

A steady and firm footwork sounded. Everyone turned around and saw four warriors dressed in conspicuous Tibetan costumes carrying an open sedan chair with unique Tibetan characteristics, and walked up the stone steps step by step up Shaomu Mountain.

The four Tibetan warriors not only walked at the same pace, but also did not have any difference in frequency, which shows that these four Tibetan warriors had undergone rigorous training. Some Jianghu people who have always looked down on the barbarians of Fanbang can't help but be upright, and some Jianghu people who are more skilled in martial arts can also notice that these four Tibetan warriors not only walk at the same speed and frequency, but also walk in a different way than ordinary people, which is an extremely labor-saving way, and from this point of view, it is enough to witness the extraordinary of these four Tibetan warriors.

The Tibetan warriors are so extraordinary, so how can the big horn sitting in the sedan chair and the Tubo life and death Gu Mozhi be an ordinary person?

This Tubo horn invited the world's heroes to gather in the Shaolin Temple and fiddled with such a big battle, which shows that this person is by no means a wasted person.

The sedan chair stopped in front of the mountain gate, did not take a step forward, and then in the eyes of everyone, the solemn and solemn Gu Mozhi, who was in line with the style of the grandmaster, slowly got off the sedan chair, and walked up the stone steps accompanied by four unruly Tubo warriors, at this time many martial arts people also gave way to a spacious road.

The Tibetan scholar Gu Mozhi went up, and the abbot of Xuanci also went down accompanied by eight senior monks of the Xuanzi generation, and the two met very normally on the stone steps leading to the Shaolin Temple.

"The old man has seen the abbot master, as early as the time of Tubo, the little monk has heard of the name of the Shaolin Temple, the first major sect in the Central Plains, and today it is really worthy of the name. After that, Gu Mozhi saluted respectfully, handed over the worship post in his hand, and said: "Originally, the little monk wanted to come to Shaolin Temple a few days earlier to meet the abbot master, but he didn't want to be entangled in the world, so that the little monk's friends sent the hero post to the world, but the Shaolin Temple did not know that this was really the sin of the little monk, and I hope the abbot master forgave the little monk's fault." ”

The words are beautiful, and the words contain deep meanings, which can be described as a knife that does not see blood, but it is a hundred times more ruthless than the knife that sees blood.

Shaolin Temple is a big sect in the Central Plains, and he doesn't care about the affairs of the rivers and lakes at all, hehe, it can really be described as "worthy of the name"!

Although some young and vigorous Shaolin Temple disciples were angry, it was difficult to refute them, after all, this Tubo national teacher could be said to be respectful to Shaolin Temple at least on the surface, and it was enough to see that he called himself a young monk.

Xuan Ci smiled softly and said: "The national teacher is too modest, how can a mere temple be worthy of the title of the world's number one sect, and now the rivers and lakes are hiding dragons and crouching tigers, how can a family be dominant! Shaolin disciples are just a group of monks who meditate and participate in meditation and ignore the affairs of the world." Xuan Ci immediately bowed, and did not fall behind in his words.

"The abbot is too modest!" Gu Mozhi is not messing around, at least the Shaolin abbot in front of him is not a wasted person, just click to the end.

Xuan Ci and Gu Mozhi casually talked a few words about Buddhism that the people in the rivers and lakes were not very interested in, and each left a little deep impression on the other, and then Xuan Ci spoke: "The old man has something unclear and still hopes that the national teacher will solve his doubts?"

Gu Mozhi smiled: "Abbot, please speak, the little monk knows everything, and he has no words." ”

Xuan Ci did not humble himself, and continued to ask: "I don't know why the national teacher invited all of you fellow rivers and lakes to gather here in the Shaolin Temple?"

Gu Mozhi laughed, shook his head and said: "Where does the little monk have such a great ability when he first enters the Great Song Dynasty, please move so many martial arts colleagues to gather in Shaolin It doesn't all depend on Shaolin Temple and Mo Gongzi, the little monk is just a monk who came to Shaolin Temple to ask for meditation and martial arts." ”

Listening to Gu Mozhi's words, Xuan Ci also knew that Gu Mozhi had the intention of avoiding the important and trivial, but he didn't ask, but instead looked for the curiosity of his fellow martial artists and asked, "Mo Gongzi?"

Gu Mozhi said: "It's the ink dumping pond ink boy." ”

As soon as these words fell, the heroes present suddenly realized. Even many people laughed and said: "It turned out to be Mo Gongzi of Mo Dumping Pond, no wonder someone has such a ability to gather us in Shaolin!"

Today's martial arts martial arts are the highest young man in martial arts is none other than Nan Murong and North Qiao Feng, but in terms of the breadth of friends, fame, and wealth, there is no one in the world who can compare to Mo Dumping Pool.

If you talk about the outstanding intelligence and the delicacy of the mind, there are few people on the rivers and lakes who can compare with the ink pouring pool.

If you ask the heroine of the rivers and lakes, who is the husband that the aristocratic lady wants to marry the most? No one can beat Mo Tingchi.

Mo Dump Chi is an incomparably mysterious, incomparably powerful, incomparably elegant, incomparably wise person, and a person who is recognized as the most legendary person by the people of the rivers and lakes.