Jin Lun Dharma King felt that it was too late for him to find a master to calm the situation. After all, he was the only master in Tantric Buddhism. It would be useless if he was not a master.

After thinking about it for a long time, he still decided to go to Shaolin. He thought it would be an opportunity to see the martial arts in the Central Plains.

Huo Du wanted to borrow his martial arts skills, and he also wanted to borrow the power of Huo Du and the Mongols behind him.

When martial arts practitioners deal with military formations, no matter how many changes you make, there is nothing you can do. With a thousand people armed with shields, spears, crossbows, and armor, it is useless even if you are the best in the world.

May 10th,

Countless martial arts acquaintances from the Central Plains came together to the vicinity of Songshan Shaolin.

Even if Shaolin is closed, there are still six to seven hundred monks. The people at the foot of the mountain have a close relationship with Shaolin, so there is no problem at all in recruiting hundreds of people to help.

King Jinlun has agreed to visit on May 15th. The Heroes Conference will be held on May 12th.

However, Mongolia's 10,000 cavalry troops had already gathered fifty miles away from Shaolin on the 10th and did not act rashly.

Zen Master Tianming, the abbot of Shaolin, had a heavy look on his face. The world was in trouble. The Mongols completely failed to follow the rules of the world and actually mobilized soldiers and horses to deal with people in the martial arts world.

Facing the well-organized and well-trained Mongolian army, the threat was too great, and the people in the martial arts were nothing but scattered sand.

A martial artist can fight against dozens of Mongolian soldiers, but three thousand martial arts warriors may not be able to deal with a 10,000 Mongolian army.

Wu Xiang Wu Se has returned to Shaolin.

"Uncle Tianming, the Mongolian army has already assembled. Should we cancel the martial arts conference? I suspect the Mongolians want to catch them all." Wu Xiang said that although he was worried about the safety of Shaolin, he was also worried because Shaolin,

The martial arts world in the Central Plains was completely wiped out.

Wu Se's face was heavy, and he felt powerless in the face of the current situation. During this period of time, he even trained with a thousand Green Forest people who came here to help him.

Tianming sighed and said: "Shaolin cannot escape this catastrophe. Fellow Taoist Yun Zhongzi has already informed me.

In order to frighten the Mongolian army, the Mingjiao Army, Mingjiao leader, and Guangming Zuo envoy have all been invited to attend the conference.

At the same time, they also followed five thousand rebels. In addition to the Beggar Gang leader Huang Rong, the Beggar Gang also had three thousand disciples brought from Xiangyang, all of whom had guarded Xiangyang for more than ten years.

During this conference, if the Mongolian Tatars insist on attacking by force, our Shaolin will become a battlefield. By then, the peaceful place of Buddhism will no longer be there, but will become a battlefield full of blood."

"We, Shaolin, are at the center of the current situation, and we must be rescued. After this catastrophe, I don't know what will happen to our Shaolin,"

…

Shaolin was worried, and Huo Dou was equally worried, because he boasted in front of Wo Kuotai that Haikou could encircle and suppress people in the martial arts world, but when he heard about the martial arts conference launched by Wang Zhijin, he felt a little guilty.

He doesn't dare to fight to the death. He is a very ambitious person.

Wang Zhijin couldn't do anything to the 10,000-strong army, so why couldn't he do anything to him? He couldn't have been beheaded while sleeping at night.

Now that the arrow was on the string, he had to shoot it. He had neither the right nor the qualification to disobey.

May 11th.

Wang Zhijin, Huang Rong, Cheng Yaojia, Mu Nianci, and a group of people, together with some more than six disciples from the Beggar Clan, plus people from Wang Zhijin's Escort Bureau, and fellow Jiangnan Wulin people, totaling nearly 500 people, arrived.

Shaolin worship mountain,

"The Sword Master in the Cloud has arrived!"

"Fairy Yaojia has arrived!"

"The leader of the Beggar Clan is here!"

The Shaolin monks responsible for the reception began to roll call. The Shaolin abbot had been waiting here for a long time. Other martial arts people, even Quanzhen Sect Li Zhichang, Zhao Zhijing and his entourage also came.

Half a month ago, Huang Rong came to Wang Baoying's house and met Wang Zhijin. She originally wanted to go with Cheng Yaojia and Mu Nianci, but after seeing the two girls, she felt a little ashamed.

She looked like a beautiful young woman at first glance, but the two girls were still young and stunning. Along the way, they sat in the car and refused to show their faces.

"Lao Na, Abbot Tianming of Shaolin, I have met fellow Taoist Yun Zhongzi and the leader of the Beggar Clan."

Because Buddhism and Taoism can call each other Taoist friends, even if the moral principles are completely different, such as Master Fang Zheng and Taoist Chongxu, who will be proud of the world in later generations.

Wang Zhijin is not interested in bald donkeys, but in front of the whole world, he has to continue acting even if he is acting.

"Abbott, you're too polite. There's no need to be so polite. How can a junior like a senior come to greet him personally?"

"Fellow Taoist, you're welcome..."

After exchanging greetings, he was introduced to the front seat. After all, he initiated the martial arts conference, and even the abbot of Shaolin could not sit in the front seat.

Wang Zhijin scanned the whole place and found that the people from the Ming Cult had not arrived yet. It was already morning and almost noon. As the most important person, he was deliberately late because the martial arts conference was about to start as soon as he arrived.

Wu Se walked up to Wang Zhijin: "Sword Master, do you want to start the martial arts conference now?"

"No hurry, wait, the people from the Ming Cult haven't come yet."

"All right."

Wu Se doesn't like the Mingjiao very much. He also knows that the Mingjiao is different from Shaolin. The Mingjiao comes from a foreign land, and its rules and customs are quite unpleasant.

In later generations, the Mingjiao had many masters, was well-organized, and had as many as one million followers. It could be said to be one of the most powerful sects in the martial arts world. However, it was not favored by the Central Plains martial arts community and was even called a demon sect. Six major sects besieged the Mingjiao.

At the Guangmingding Summit of the General Altar, everyone felt that annihilating the Demon Cult was to eliminate harm to the martial arts world and was an extremely just thing. Even Zhang Sanfeng, who had always been open-minded, regretted accidentally saving people from the Ming Cult.

The Mingjiao believed in light, which was contrary to the Buddhism and Taoism that were popular in the Central Plains at that time, and was not accepted by people. The Mingjiao people advocated vegetarianism, wearing white clothes, and being buried naked. Various customs were very different from the traditional Confucian culture of the Central Plains. The Mingjiao leader in Persia

Moreover, a holy virgin is the leader of a religion. If a saint loses her virginity, she will be brutally burned to death. Even Zhang Wuji cannot accept this.

Now, the world's number one Sword Master in the Clouds has arrived, but there is not even a trace of the Ming Cult people. It really doesn't give them face.

After a while,

The monk at the foot of the mountain sang the song.

"The leader of Mingjiao Shihuatian has arrived!"

"Mingjiao Guangmingzuo envoy Yi Hongshan has arrived!"

After hearing this, everyone immediately went outside to greet him. Other people in the world didn't know why Shaolin and Yunzhong Sword Master treated Mingjiao like this, so they also followed him curiously.

"Hahaha, brother Wang Zhijin, long time no see," Shi Huatian, the leader of the Ming Cult, greeted him like a real brother. This made those people in the martial arts world who had participated in the Huashan sword debate feel strange. Don't they have a grudge against each other? Why are they so enthusiastic?
Chapter completed!