80 Years Of Signing-In At The Cold Palace, I Am Unrivalled

Jiangnan, Shaoshi Mountain!

This mountain is famous in the Gangnam area.

A Buddhist holy place, thousands of years ago, Shaoshi Mountain was the only Buddhist temple in the south of the Yangtze River.

Subsequent ideological differences occurred, and Dalin Temple appeared.

Then there was civil strife, disputes continued, and the Hanging Temple appeared.

Buddhism is divided into three parts, and each of them says how much orthodox they are.

Dalin Temple took away the Buddha's handwriting, Xuankong Temple took away the Buddha's tin stick, and Shaoshi Mountain kept the Buddha's relic.

None of the three families obeyed, and it went on like this.

Now the three schools have developed their own genres very well, and it is a fantasy to think about integrating them.

In the past, Shaoshi Mountain should be surrounded by believers, and there was an endless stream of people who came to offer incense and pray for blessings.

But today, Shaoshi Mountain does not receive believers, and only allows practitioners from major forces to come in.

The crowds of people all wanted to see if the Emperor Ming's messenger read the imperial decree, but the Shaolin Temple refused to accept it. Is the Ming Emperor's face lost?

When Beihai stepped on the steps of the Shaolin Temple, countless gazes came over.

He felt uneasy and panic in his heart, even if it was Wu Sheng, facing such a situation, he had no bottom in his heart.

But fortunately at this time, he touched the painting in his arms.

All of a sudden, the confidence is sufficient.

With the paintings of his predecessors, he has nothing to be afraid of.

With his head held high, he walked confidently to the Mahavira Hall of the Shaolin Temple.

Here, standing in the center is a group of monks, surrounded by people watching the fun.

They all stared at the North Sea.

Full of oppression.

It was as if Beihai was a sheep that fell into a pack of wolves and was watched by countless terrifying eyes.

Beihai shook his head, leaving this feeling behind him. He didn't look at anyone else, but stared at the abbot of Shaolin Temple alone.

A middle-aged monk with a strong cultivation base and a conceited personality, looked at Beihai with contempt in his eyes, but said solemnly: "Donor, come to my Shaolin, what is the so-called?"

Knowingly ask!

Beihai knew that it was impossible for them to meet the imperial edict.

He directly took out the imperial edict and said, "Abbot, do you want to read it yourself, or do you want me to read it out loud?"

The abbot of Shaolin Temple stretched out his hand and sucked, and the imperial decree entered his hand.

Then open.

The abbot's face changed immediately.

Gloomy as water.

The words written in this imperial decree are eloquent and impassioned, full of commands.

First, they criticized the mistakes of Buddhism, fooled the people, shielded the prisoners, violated the profound meaning of Buddhism, and they were a group of fake monks.

In the end, Lin Tianyuan ordered the Shaolin Temple to demolish the temples under his command within three months and keep a Shaolin Temple alone.

Millions of monks were dismissed, and sinners were handed over to the court for trial.

Otherwise, you will be at your own risk!

Lin Tianyuan was very happy when he was writing, but now the abbot looks at it, his face is gloomy, cold, and his eyes are burning.

"My Buddhism is not an enemy of the imperial court, but I will not let the imperial court handle it." The abbot said in a cold tone after reading it.

"Emperor Ming of the Ascension Dynasty today wrote these words to humiliate my Shaolin Temple. This humiliation shamed the Buddha. If you can't leave, my Shaolin Temple will also greet the Ming Emperor." The abbot was really angry. Reaching out a finger, tough.

He wants to take Beihai, forcibly save it, and make Yuhua Divine Dynasty suffer a big loss.

The people around looked at it, not surprised at all.

How can Shaolin Temple be so annoying?

"If you want to keep me, Shaolin Temple may not be able to." Beihai shook his head.

"Eighteen Arhats are here, who would dare to be unrestrained in my Shaolin!" Eighteen shouts, converging into one voice, followed by eighteen Arhat monks in the martial arts realm jumped out.

They surrounded the North Sea.

"I have eighteen Arhats in Shaolin, which is enough to suppress you." The abbot of Shaolin Temple said indifferently.

"I don't think so!" Bei Hai was still not afraid.

"You are a Martial Saint, how can you resist the eighteen?" The abbot sneered.

Not only the people from the Shaolin Temple, but also the people from all the major powers onlookers shook their heads, thinking that Emperor Ming's move was a bad move to let a martial sage come to the Shaolin Temple.

Isn't this the loss of the wife and the loss of the army?

They looked at these 18 Martial Saints and felt that the Shaolin Temple was profound.

But Beihai said, "When I left the imperial capital, a senior drew a picture, and I brought it here."

Everyone looked at each other.

At this time, what is Beihai saying about this?

"This painting is in my hands." Bei Hai took out the folded painting.

Everyone can't help but look over.

Unremarkable.

A drawing of folded rice paper.

What can you do to save Beihai?

The abbot sneered: "Are you now scared by my Shaolin Temple and crazy?"

"Nonsense here?" The abbot said disdainfully.

Beihai shook his head, he said seriously: "I have always lived in the imperial capital. I saw that sword ten years ago with my own eyes. I believe in this painting that my predecessors painted more than ten years ago, so I just want to tell you."

"The mysterious master of the imperial capital is very powerful, but that was more than ten years ago. Now that the rain is falling, and the Martial Saints are everywhere, what big waves can he make by himself?" The abbot looked at Beihai indifferently, as if he was watching A crazy intellectually disabled person.

That person drew a picture and used Beihai as a trump card.

Then Beihai believed it and came to Shaolin Temple excitedly.

Now I want to open this painting and make Shaolin Temple surrender.

This is simply a ridiculous joke.

Shaolin Temple does not believe it.

People from all major forces do not believe it.

What power can a small piece of paper have?

Beihai was surrounded by everyone. Seeing that everyone didn't believe it, he took a deep breath and opened the painting directly.

Everyone looked sarcastically, laughed mockingly, and the attitude of disdain was unobstructed.

However, after Beihai opened the painting.

boom!

The entire Shaoshi Mountain trembled, and then it could be seen that six huge black holes appeared between the heavens and the earth, spinning extremely fast, like six abyss, and the violent momentum was suppressed.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The terrifying pressure poured down directly, and all the people in the Shaolin Temple knelt down with their legs weak.

Whether it is the abbot, the Eighteen Arhats, the people from the major forces, or the seniors of the Shaolin Temple...

Kneel directly.

The only person standing in the audience was Beihai.

But now, with his mouth wide open, it is difficult to close it. After his expression is sluggish, he is full of excitement, beyond words, and his whole body is shaking with excitement.

"what is this?"

"This is the painting my senior gave me."

"There is a child on the picture who is practicing boxing. Is what he is practicing...is this terrifying boxing?"

"This painting has come to life."

Bei Hai watched excitedly. The painting that he opened was a young man practicing boxing.

At this moment, the young man is alive.

He's practicing boxing!

If you practice it, it is the Six Paths of Samsara Fist!

And this young man contained a wisp of Lin Jiufeng's consciousness.

So at this moment, with one punch, the Six Paths of Reincarnation appeared, suppressing all the people in the Shaolin Temple.

The abbot of Shaolin Temple trembled and said, "What's the situation?"

He knelt down.

He can't get up.

The terrifying coercion pressed him firmly, if not for the lack of strong killing intent, the abbot would suspect that he was dead.

Everyone looked at the sky in shock.

Six dark holes, spinning in the air.

Press them to kneel to Beihai.

In the Shaolin Temple, an old Martial Saint raised his head in shock and said in horror, "This... this is... a human god!"

Chapter 4, I'm going to write Chapter 5.

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