Xuanji, Xuandu, and one hundred and eight warrior monks went to Leigu Mountain to capture Lu Qian. The news that they were defeated and killed spread like the wind throughout the world.
People in the martial arts world were shocked by the news.
Shaolin Temple, Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world, more than a hundred people were defeated by one person. How is it possible?
At first people didn't believe it, but later many famous martial arts figures came forward to confirm it, and then they were officially convinced of the matter.
Even the emperor, who was high in the temple, heard about this incident and called Zhuge Zhengwo from the Shenhou Mansion to inquire.
However, no one knew that the monks were defeated by Lu Qian with flying swords.
The Shaolin Temple in Beidou, Mount Tai, is under full martial law, and the entire temple is patrolled by warrior monks.
In the abbot's courtyard, the eminent monks of the Xuan generation gathered here to discuss with Abbot Xuanci how to deal with Lu Qian.
Since the establishment of the Shaolin Temple, so many monks have not been killed. If this matter is not handled properly, it will damage the prestige accumulated by hundreds of Shaolin Temple members.
Each eminent monk found his own opinion, and everyone agreed that the Shaolin Temple was at its critical moment, and Lu Qian must be eradicated by the most powerful means in order to restore the lost reputation of the Shaolin Temple.
As soon as the meeting ended, the huge machine of Shaolin Temple began to operate.
"Uncle Master, something bad has happened!"
In Deaf and Mute Valley, Su Xinghe awakens Lu Qian from seclusion.
"Why are you so panicked?" Lu Qian frowned.
"The people around Leigu Mountain were bewitched by temples and storytellers. Hundreds of old women and children came together, holding hoes, shovels and other farm tools. They said they wanted to kill the master master and kill the demons. Now they are almost arriving at the Deaf and Mute Valley.
Already."
Su Xinghe finished speaking quickly and recounted what happened in the world recently.
Now the whole world is condemning Lu Qian.
At the beginning, it was just literati telling all kinds of evil deeds of Lu Qian.
Soon, temples all over the Song Dynasty began to promote Lu Qian, describing him as a great devil who could be killed by everyone.
Now even the storytellers wandering the streets and alleys from all over the country have joined in. They have made Lu Qian into a devil who does all kinds of evil and told the story to the people.
The people didn't know Lu Qian, and they didn't know if it was true or not, but after hearing it often, they naturally believed it to be true. Some cursed Lu Qian, some sought revenge from Lu Qian, and some even reported Lu Qian to the local government.
This method of public opinion is very terrible. It can turn white into black and black into white. Even the most broad-minded people will eventually be forced to commit suicide.
Just like the Internet explosions of human flesh in later generations, many young lives were lost because of this.
Lu Qian was shocked by the Shaolin Temple's methods. The reputation accumulated over hundreds of years was indeed not built on.
"Don't worry about those people. The most they can do is smash them up. Once I have refined all my energy, I will go to the Shaolin Temple to settle the score!"
Lu Qian waved his hand and asked Su Xinghe to go out. There were so many traps in the Deaf and Mute Valley that the people would never be able to find them.
This time, it absorbed the internal energy of more than 100 Shaolin monks for nearly two hundred years. Although it is not very pure, it will take a period of time to be refined and absorbed.
Lu Qian planned to use a hundred years of inner energy to improve his physical body, and use the rest to nourish the Lightning Sword to see what the effect would be.
As Lu Qian expected, the people didn't find Lu Qian, so they destroyed Deaf and left.
A month later, Lu Qian left the customs.
The physical strength has increased by hundreds of kilograms, but it is still the strength of a galloping horse. The spirituality of the Thunder Light Sword has indeed increased a lot. It is estimated that the strength will be completely restored in another two to three hundred years.
"It's time to go to the Shaolin Temple!"
Lu Qian's body was wrapped with a mana ball, and he slowly rose into the sky and floated towards the Shaolin Temple.
"The master has become an immortal! The master has become an immortal!..."
Su Xinghe and the eight friends of Hangu cheered excitedly.
Dang! Dang!...
When Lu Qian stepped onto the ground of Shaoshi Mountain, passionate bells rang in the Shaolin Temple, and a warrior monk holding a stick and a Wanti sword rushed outside the Shaolin Temple and stood ready.
Outside the mountain gate, Abbot Xuanci and other eminent Shaolin monks were lined up, looking ahead like torches.
With the sound of rustling footsteps, Lu Qian walked slowly from far to near with his hands behind his back.
"Lu Qian! If you take the initiative to come to my Shaolin room, you are simply here to die!" Abbot Xuanci shouted loudly, proclaiming the name of Buddha.
"You Shaolin Temple bastards actually resorted to manipulating public opinion to force me. I, Lu Qian, had to come, but haven't you thought about the consequences of doing so?"
Lu Qian talked eloquently: "Mencius said that those who win the hearts and minds of the people win the world. Your Shaolin Temple manipulates the people's hearts so unscrupulously, aren't you afraid of being jealous of the imperial court?"
Because the method of manipulating public opinion is the art of slaying dragons, no matter which dynasty or emperor, everyone is very afraid of it.
Historically, those emperors who issued edicts to offend themselves were worried about causing public dissatisfaction and causing chaos in the world, so they had to offend themselves and pray for forgiveness from the people.
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the eminent monks in Shaolin Temple changed drastically, and they obviously knew the pros and cons.
Before, I just wanted to use the most powerful means to deal with Lu Qian, but I didn't consider that there would be such terrible consequences.
Seeing the expressions of the monks, Lu Qian was happy.
"Are you scared? But it's too late. Maybe the court has already thought of a way to deal with the Shaolin Temple and will take action soon. Hurry up and enjoy the last moments of your life. Of course, some people will not die for their sins, but they will spend the rest of their lives in darkness.
Spent in prison."
His words made the monks restless and their morale plummeted. At the critical moment, Xuanci stood up.
"Lu Qian, don't come here to confuse the public with your lies. If you dare to come to my Shaolin Temple, you will die. All the monks obeyed the order and stepped forward to capture the little evil demon Xingxiu!"
With a rush, hundreds of monks behind him rushed out with weapons. Lu Qian did not move and stood there quietly watching them. Soon, he was surrounded by three layers inside and three outside.
"kill!"
As soon as the array of one hundred and eight Arhats was formed, the monks came with weapons to kill them.
Compared with the last Arhat Formation, this time the weapons in the hands of the monks are no longer long sticks, but swords, magic swords, demon-subduing pestles, magic wands and other sharp weapons, which makes the power and momentum of the Arhat Array explode several times.
Being in it, Lu Qian felt like a small boat in the wind and waves, bumping forward in the rough sea.
"I haven't used fists and kicks for a long time, so I just want to play with you." Lu Qian murmured.
He moved.
He didn't use Qinggong, just walked forward at his normal walking pace, and attacked in the simplest and most direct way.
After breaking through to the realm of seeing gods as immortal and divine transformation, Lu Qian was able to perfectly control his body, and every part of his body became a means of attack.
Swish, brush, brush...
As soon as he came into contact with Lu Qian, each monk flew backwards like a thrown sandbag, hit the ground, and stopped moving.
The monks watching the battle were stunned.
These monks, without exception, fell into a coma without even touching the corner of Lu Qian's clothes. They felt that Lu Qian was a cold killing machine, and would be injured and killed immediately upon contact.
The most frightening thing is that Lu Qian did not use his internal strength and just relied on his fists and kicks to kill everyone. No one could defeat him.
"Senior brother, use your backhand!" Xuan Tong whispered.
Xuanci nodded, waved his hand, and more than twenty old monks in gray clothes rushed out behind him.