Chapter 172: A Hundred Years of Secrets

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Airplanes!

The quaint and heavy bell rang throughout Songshan again, and all the monks were shaken, and their hearts were full of surprise, all asking what had happened, what had happened, but everyone looked at each other.

It has been more than 50 years since Shaolin closed the mountain, and the bell of the enemy has never sounded.

If you really want to go back to it, it will have to be decades ago, when the Western Xia, Da Liao, and Jin Kingdom were known in the world, and the name of "North Qiao Feng, South Murong" was still famous in the world, and the Six Veins Divine Sword and the Northern Shengong were also spread all over the world through a strange person.

It is not an exaggeration to say that strange people, or immortals.

Shaolin has been closed for decades, and because of this, that legend, that person, and that name have gradually been forgotten, or deliberately forgotten.

Just because this is the most painful and unforgettable shame in Shaolin for hundreds of years.

From top to bottom, it is strictly forbidden to talk about this person, let alone things, even his name can not be mentioned, until now, many monks are not clear about the reason for Shaolin's closure of the mountain, only a vague memory, vague outline.

Probably, likely, maybe, should...... It's about one person.

Yes, just one person!

A person, with his own strength, overwhelms the Central Plains, good and evil, like a god like a fairy, like a demon like a Buddha, no one knows whether he is right or evil, no one knows, why he is like this, no one knows.

But what's going on now? Shaolin has closed the mountains, and there are still people who refuse to let go?

The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, even if Shaolin is closed to the mountain, it is still Shaolin, or the gate faction that has been glorious for hundreds of years and has led the martial arts, who dares to be so presumptuous?

Quanzhen Sect: Crazy, aren't they?

Although they are the number one religion in the world, the title of "the first in the world", if Wang Chongyang is still there, it is worthy of the name, but after Wang Chongyang's immortal death, the people at the bottom do not know what the Quanzhen Sect is. What else do they not know?

The imperial court closes the mountain!

The army of the imperial court surrounded Shaolin!

When the 3,000 Shaolin monks were hesitating, one after another terrifying news came up, like a plague, with lightning speed. It quickly spread throughout Songshan, and all the monks were stunned and changed color in shock.

It's not the Quanzhen Sect, it's the imperial court!

Of course, Quanzhen taught them not to be afraid, but they did not dare to be afraid of the imperial court. Even if the Great Song Dynasty was the weakest since the founding of the Han Dynasty, Shaolin was still helpless in the face of this cold and tough state machine.

But here's the problem...... Why did the imperial court suddenly kill Shaolin?

All True Teaching!

Those who did not run away must have been troubled behind the scenes by the Quanzhen Sect! The Great Song Dynasty respected the Tao and despised the Buddha, which was already the general trend, but they absolutely did not expect that the Quanzhen Sect had become the state religion of the Great Song Dynasty, and they still refused to let Shaolin go, intending to exterminate Buddhism.

In the face of crisis, human beings instinctively think for the worst. Nothing had happened yet, and all the monks had already figured out the truth of the matter.

They imagine the truth and are willing to admit it.

All the Shaolin monks were terrified and uneasy, and in their hearts, Shaolin was about to face the greatest disaster in hundreds of years.

"All the monks go to the Mahavira Hall to gather!"

The voice of the herald monk came from afar, temporarily stabilizing the monk's mind, and all the monks, except for the critical position, gathered in the Daxiong Treasure Hall. At this time, in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the contemporary abbot of Shaolin Temple and several respected elders have gathered.

Thereinto. There was also a young monk with big ears and a big face, and a burly figure.

This person is the head of the horizontal knife, the law number is empty, and the Buddhism has been a rare martial arts wizard in the past 50 years. He is only twenty years old, but he is a cultivator, shocking the world, and he is already Shaolin, no, but the first master of Buddhism.

The abbot of Shaolin is a sixty-five-year-old monk named Xuanzhen.

Xuan Zhen saw that Hengdao Toutuo also entered the hall, frowned slightly, and said: "Empty Dao, your cultivation has not reached the end of the world, you don't have to meddle in the worldly affairs, go back to the Dharma Academy." ā€

Kongdao folded his hands together and said respectfully: "Master Qiqi, Kongdao is a Shaolin monk, and now Shaolin is in trouble, how can he ignore it? If Shaolin does not exist, what is the use of leaving empty Dao alone? Moreover, even if Shaolin is extinguished, Buddhism can never be destroyed, and the human body is just a skin, and this Shaolin is just a tool to load this stinky skin, which can destroy these dozens of palaces, but I am waiting, but there is a ten-foot house, it can be called Shaolin, yes, even if Shaolin is destroyed, there is nothing sad. ā€

"Amitabha, good, good. ā€

As soon as Kongdao's words came out, many monks were secretly ashamed, and the monks who were still panicked were relieved.

Xuan Zhen glanced at the group of monks, and secretly sighed, the empty way is really a rare genius in Shaolin in the past few decades, not only the martial arts cultivation is amazing, but the Buddhism is also very comatose, if he survives, Shaolin can also look forward to the revival.

Thinking of this, Xuan Xin had already decided in his heart, that is, to fight Shaolin jade pieces, but also to preserve the empty way, and was about to speak out to make him avoid it.

At this moment, Kongdao smiled slightly: "Since the distinguished guest has already come to the door, why do you want to stay outside?"

"To come is not to come, not to come is to come, to enter is not to enter, not to enter is to enter, it is better not to enter, although I am outside, but the heart is already inside, why do I have to enter again?" A chuckle came from far up the mountain.

The monks' hearts trembled.

Listening to the voice, the person who spoke was still three miles away, but the voice was full of energy, clear and audible, and the internal force was together, obviously having entered the realm of transformation, and it should be the loyal and brave Siyue Fengyue Governor on the worship post.

More than ten years ago, this person crossed the bright starry sky of martial arts like a comet, and has become a legend on a par with the Five Uniques.

More than ten years later, he reappeared, and set off a monstrous wave again, with the unpredictable ability of gods and ghosts, frustrating the Mongolian prince Si Hanfei, the rivers and lakes shook, the government and the opposition were also impacted, and the name of "Xianxian" has now spread all over the world.

Hearing is better than seeing, and it really lives up to its name.

Yue Feng ......

Immortal ......

An anecdote from nearly a hundred years ago suddenly appeared in Xuan Zhen's mind, and it was the person who single-handedly made Shaolin close the mountain, and that person's name seemed to be the same...... No, no, no, it should just be the same name.

The thought in his mind was like lightning, Xuan Zhen trembled, and hurriedly shook his head, not thinking about this extremely ridiculous speculation.

Kongdao clasped his hands together, smiled slightly, and said: "The bird has affection, and if it hits, it will howl in pain, the table is ruthless, and the hit is silent, but if the little monk hits the bird, the bird will escape, but the table does not dodge, does not move, and bears the pain, and it should be the table with affection and the bird ruthless." If you don't enter, you will enter, so why not enter?"

"Little monk, what a clever mouth, Shaolin is still Shaolin after all. ā€

The voice stopped, and there was already one more person in the Daxiong Treasure Palace, dressed in white and white-faced, with a bright gaze, showing that the internal strength had reached the realm of transformation, and he was only half a step away from stepping into the innate realm, which was Yue Feng.

Wow!

In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the atmosphere suddenly changed, except for the empty road, all the monks' hearts trembled inexplicably.

He was still three miles away when he spoke, but just by chatting a few breaths, he had already flashed into the hall, this kind of light work, this kind of cultivation, it was really incredible.

Regardless of his appearance, he is only seventeen or eighteen years old, but all the monks know that he has become famous twelve years ago, and twelve years later, not only has he not aged at all, but he seems to be much younger, which is even more surprising.

When he flashed into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, no one could see his movements, let alone how he flashed in.

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