Shaolin Temple, a thousand-year-old temple, the smoke of the incense will set off the quaint temple more and more transcendental, although the aroma that can be heard everywhere is strong, but there is a solemnity that cleanses the soul. The treasure is solemn, and it really deserves its name.

The main hall of Shaolin Temple, the Daxiong Treasure Hall, is the center of Shaolin Temple's Buddhist activities, the space behind the hall is vast, and then not far away is the gathering place of the martial arts conference. The statues of Shakyamuni, Medicine Buddha, and Amitabha Buddha are enshrined in the Mahavira Hall, and they are the leaders of the Three Realms.

The heroes are all characters who lick blood from the knife edge, and it is commonplace to fight and kill on weekdays, which one does not have a few lives in his hands. But when these people came to the front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, they involuntarily lowered their voices and slowed down their pace, for fear of disturbing the majesty of the Buddha. Especially when everyone saw an old monk standing in front of the main hall with a Buddha-like eyebrow, many people completely closed their mouths.

So a strange phenomenon was formed, when going up the mountain, there was still a lively group of heroes, after entering the temple and passing through the Daxiong Treasure Hall, it was as if someone had choked the neck, silent, until after passing through many people let out a sigh of relief. At the entrance of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, a silent realm was formed, and the old monk just smiled and looked at Yiqiē.

"What's wrong with this group of people?" Wang Yuxin quickly noticed something strange and asked in surprise.

"Don't make a sound, go away. When Long Qiuying heard this, he immediately grabbed him, his face was very strict, and his steps walked quickly.

Wang Yuxin had never seen Long Qiuying so panicked, and he was even more surprised in his heart, so he looked around cautiously, raised his vigilance, and followed Long Qiuying to walk forward quickly. He also found that not only Long Qiuying, but even the other people who were "victorious" were all the same, and the appearance of not being afraid of heaven and earth had long been gone, and his heart was becoming more and more strange. Only Liu Le, who was not low-key, looked at the old monk with a posture of eagerness.

Daxiong Treasure Hall is in the middle, on both sides is the pavilion corridor Yongdao, the crowd passes through here, passes through two side doors to the back of the main hall, the Yongdao is not narrow, but it is not convenient for people to walk up. However, because of this strange phenomenon, the order was maintained well, and it didn't take long for Wang Yuxin and the others to pass through the side door.

Finding that Long Qiuying exhaled softly, Wang Yuxin was even more surprised and asked, "What's the matter?" Except for a kind of pressure, I didn't find any danger!"

Long Qiuying shook his head at him and said in a low voice, "Go first." As he spoke, he kept walking forward.

Everyone didn't notice that when they walked through the side door, the old monk who seemed to be in a state of calm suddenly turned his gaze in their direction, and a smile appeared on his face. The old monk was not alone standing in front of the main hall, and there were several people standing beside him. A Taoist priest in his fifties, with a small Taoist in his early twenties standing respectfully behind him. Next to him was a middle-aged man in blue, about forty years old, standing with a sword in his hand, this person's face was dark and flushed, and he didn't know if it was born like this or nurture, just this face would have to add a few more years to his actual age. This person has an ordinary face, but he is full of heroism and his eyes are as sharp as lightning, and he is really sharper than many young people. The man in blue is also a middle-aged man on his side, unlike him, this person's face is like jade, sword eyebrows, starry eyes, melon seed face, revealing delicate energy, but a heavy lock between his eyebrows not only dilutes the delicate spirit, but makes him have a heavy sword without a blade connotation, and the white robe is more immortal and fairy, which is not much better than the blue man around him.

The Taoist priest in Tsing Yi felt the old monk's gaze and smiled: "What did the abbot find?"

The old monk nodded slightly, his eyes swept back and forth between the three of them, meaningful, and said, "Heart...... Shine...... No...... Declare. Four words, word by word, spoke very slowly, and his voice was hoarse and sluggish, as if a person who couldn't speak squeezed out a few words.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable. The Taoist priest obeyed the Dharma and said, "Abbot Yu has practiced closed-mouth meditation for ten years, and it is a pity that he once broke his work." ”

"Crossing...... False...... Brother Dao...... Got a picture...... Closing the mouth is for cultivating the mind...... The heart is clear...... Opening and closing the mouth are all meditations...... Amitabha. At the beginning of the speech, he spoke intermittently, very hoarse, and the more he spoke, the more fluent he became, and the last sentence of the Buddha was like a drum.

found that the language was opened, and the people who were still walking in one after another were stunned, until a Buddha horn sounded, so that everyone came back to their senses, many people were walking quickly in broken steps, and at this time they were almost trotting towards the temple. There are also those ignorant people, who are at a loss and don't know what to do, and they are all pulled forward by their friends, and the flow of people is suddenly a lot faster.

"Hahaha, as soon as the master's closed-mouth meditation is broken, many people are afraid that they will not be able to resist. The man in blue said with a hearty smile.

Dongyang lay man said and laughed, the world is the original life of bliss, listening to the Sanskrit sound and drums, but they don't know that the evening drum and morning bell are also empty, the world's six roots are not pure, looking for troubles in vain. ”

Dongyang monk, the Dongyang monk who can stand side by side with the abbot of Shaolin Temple, the identity of this person is about to come out, Dongyang Ming, the contemporary head of the Dongyang family. And the two people around him are also not small, the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi is the head of the Quanzhen Sect of Zhongnan Mountain, and the Xiushi in white clothes and white robes is Nan Rongfei, the head of the Nanrong family. These four people can be said to be the top four people in the world, and when they gather here, it is no wonder that they will exert a lot of pressure on the people around them.

"The master's Buddhism is profound, and I admire it below, but I am a person from outside the party, and I can't see it more thoroughly than the master and the Taoist, and the master broke the vows for the martial arts conference, I don't know if it's worth it?" Nan Rongfei also spoke with a bookish atmosphere.

"The world is changing, everyone in the world is suffering, you can't save the world without saying a word, and ignoring it is the real evil. In this gathering of heroes in the world, if you can find a virtuous person to lead the heroes to save the world from fire and water, it is worth it. As he spoke, his eyes looked at the place where Wang Yuxin and the others had just walked by, with a calm expression and deep meaning.

When Nan Rongfei heard this, his eyes flashed, and then he disappeared, and said with a smile: "The master has made a discovery?"

Yu shook his head and said: "The world has changed, when I practiced closed-mouth meditation, I didn't have the intention of catching up with and surpassing your five great grandmasters, but I didn't say anything for ten years, my mood was a lot clearer, heroes came out of troubled times, and the younger generation has grown up." ”

"The master seems to mean something, could it be that he already has a candidate for the leader of the alliance in his heart?" Nan Rongfei still smiled indifferently.

He was noncommittal, but he said: "The sons of the two laymen are ranked among the third sons, and the cultivation is only afraid that they will be comparable to the two of them long ago, and the five great masters have long passed. Who can lead the group depends not only on force, but also on virtue, so I jointly held a martial arts conference with the three of them, just to find out people with both ability and political integrity, the leader of the martial arts alliance is only one of them, and the main purpose is to find talents, and the two laymen don't have to be too persistent. “

The words made Dongyang Ming and Nan Rongfei's eyes turn to the little Taoist, and their faces showed a little interest. The little Taoist priest was watched by the two great masters, but he was not cowardly, he just bowed, and his heart was obviously tenacious. Just being able to calmly withstand the gaze of the two great masters, if it is passed out, this little Taoist priest will inevitably become famous, and as he finished his salute, he actually met the eyes of the two of them, without the slightest fear, this little Taoist priest is really interesting.

Nan Rongfei and Dongyang Ming just saw it at a glance, and they were secretly concerned about this little Taoist priest in their hearts. After Nan Rongfei listened to Yu's words, his momentum was a little more restrained, and he arched his hand and said: "The master's state of mind has been cultivated to a high level, and he has been taught below." As he said this, a hint of coldness flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He stopped talking, stood with his hands down, looked at the moving flow of people, and sighed: "The way of the world is really going to change!"

The four masters of the world have their own thoughts, standing at the door of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, they really have their own style, and those who come and go know the identities of the four people are all in awe, even if they don't know each other, after hearing about it, they are also solemn, and they dare not show the slightest disrespect.

At the same time, the Shaolin Temple martial arts field, under the organization and coordination of the Shaolin monks, the heroes were in good order and returned to their respective positions. Most of the attendees were disciples of major forces and sects, and these people occupied most of the square, and they gathered together in their own sects. As for some lone rangers, it is a minority, and there is really the strength to enter the Shaolin Temple is a minority, these people have admired each other, there are famous but have never met, at this time get together to introduce each other, compared to the big faction, a little less rules, but there is also a bit of excitement, Wang Yuxin and others are among here.

"Why don't you go back to the sect?" Wang Yuxin asked the Chang brothers beside him.

Chang Jun shook his head and said, "Although our ghost sect is invited, we are only here to go through the motions, and this kind of conference is not suitable for us." ”

Wang Yuxin nodded as if he didn't understand, it was true that a group of killers came to participate in the martial arts conference, and it made people feel contradictory when they said it, they really only killed people and didn't learn from each other.

"What about you?" Wang Yuxin looked at Bamber and the others again.

Guo Ling'er They don't have to meet with low-level disciples, Ban Bo and their four mansions of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, are all famous factions, it stands to reason that participating in the conference must have some pomp, but Bamber and the others are not looking for their own masters, which is a little weird.

"Something is wrong. Bamber didn't answer, but just stared in one direction and muttered to himself.

Yang Zhong next to him also frowned slightly, and he also looked in that direction when he jumped, compared to Bamber, Yang Zhong's stature was really not high, and he had to jump up to avoid being blocked.

"What's wrong?" Seeing the solemn faces of these two people, Wang Yuxin followed the gaze of the two and found that all the people who were in a mess were people, and he didn't know what the two were looking at.

"See that tall and thin man?" Bamber gestured to Wang Yuxin, "it's the guy sitting on top of a big box." ”

Wang Yuxin looked down, and sure enough, he saw a person who was only a few points taller than Bamber, but he didn't seem to have two taels of meat on his body, just like a bamboo pole.

"See, what's wrong?" Wang Yuxin nodded and asked.

"He is our uncle, nicknamed a pen - Chen Danyang. ”

"Then you're not going to go to him?"

Who knew that Bamber shook his head and said: "You don't know, Chen Danyang has always been not on good terms with my master, and he has a lot of complaints about the tradition of the guard, only because my master is the head, so he was temporarily subdued, only in this martial arts conference, I thought my master was back, how could he appear here?"

Bamber's words made Wang Yuxin suddenly, it turned out to be infighting, but he also knew what Bamber was worried about, but it was inconvenient for him to say anything about this kind of thing.

But as soon as Bamber finished speaking, several other people also looked calm and whispered in surprise, Wang Yuxin couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this, and asked, "You won't be the same, right?"

Zhang Tianhong nodded and said, "The Wuhua Elder who has been hidden in our sect for twenty years is also here, and it is really not right. ”

Wang Yuxin was surprised, but before he could ask, he suddenly heard a Buddha call: "Amitabha, the heroes gather in my Shaolin, and the martial arts conference will begin." ”

Segmentation: The Quanzhen Sect was created by Wang Chongyang, and for the development of this article, he fabricated a fictional Dao Chang.