Warner didn’t want to die, so he chose to be a smart man.
"Then, tell me now, the emperor's art of conferring gods!" Wang Liangyu did not completely trust Huai Luguang, and naturally he would not trust Warner, but the two factors confirmed the truth and falsehood.
Obviously, Huai Luguang did not lie about this, and what Warner said was no different from what he said.
"So, the emperor's art of conferring gods is real?"
Walking out of the room where Warner was imprisoned, Wang Liangyu couldn't help but murmur in her heart.
Wang Liangyu himself really doesn't like the Emperor's Conferring God Technique, but he can't deny that the Emperor's Conferring God Conferring Technique is powerful, and if used properly, it can also exert considerable power.
Thinking of this, Wang Liangyu immediately went to Chen Yulou.
"The Emperor's Art of Conferring Gods?" After hearing Wang Liangyu's words, Chen Yulou was completely confused. Even though he had robbed tombs, seen rice dumplings, and zombies, and his experience was beyond the comparison of ordinary people, but after listening to it, his mind was still confused.
Accept incompetence.
After waiting for a long time, Chen Yulou was keenly aware of something, and said after careful consideration: "As far as I know, emperors of all dynasties have made moves to confer gods. Guan Yu was the most popular, and he rose from military commander to Guan Sheng Emperor, followed by Mazu.
A common woman has been conferred the title of Queen of Heaven by successive emperors!"
Wang Liangyu laughed. Seeing what Huai Luguang had said, he immediately added: "But those emperors who were good at canonizing this god or that god probably have something to do with the emperor's art of conferring gods."<
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"Those two foreign devils must have something they haven't said yet, and they are hiding it!" Chen Yulou played with a small fan, chuckled, and said, "It's best if you can get that silk book!"
Wang Liangyu nodded in agreement, glanced at Chen Yulou, and simply said: "I'll leave those two guys to you!" After a pause, he patted Chen Yulou on the shoulder and said with a smile, "You can handle this matter.
, I still have some things to deal with!"
After saying that, before Chen Yulou could come to his senses, Wang Liangyu turned around and left.
The reason why they left in such a hurry was because the monks in the Shaolin Temple saw that everything was settled and wanted to go back, and they couldn't stop them.
When the monks were about to leave, Wang Liangyu naturally had to follow him. He came here just for the Shaolin Temple!
After going round and round, Wang Liangyu followed Furong and the other monks back to the Shaolin Temple.
A large number of refugees gathered outside the Shaolin Temple, and they barely survived by relying on the charity provided by the Shaolin Temple from time to time.
Passing through the common people, listening to their gratitude and blessings, the monks' faces were filled with smiles, as if Buddha light penetrated their bodies, and their whole bodies exuded Buddha nature.
Wang Liangyu stayed behind, listening to the people's prayers and watching the monks' satisfaction without saying a word.
Unknowingly, the group came to the Main Hall again.
After some pleasantries, most of the monks were beaten away. Only the abbot, Zhan Lang, Furong and other monks were left in the huge Mahavira Palace, as well as an outsider like Wang Liangyu.
"Amitabha! King Almsgiver, I thank you for visiting the city on behalf of the people!" The abbot clasped his hands in thanks, with a long beard and white beard, and a kind face.
Wang Liangyu accepted it calmly, glanced at a few people, then looked at the old abbot, and asked: "I wonder if the old abbot ever knew about what I did in Jinmen?"
After hearing this, Fu Rong came out of the crowd and was about to defend Shaolin Temple.
Unwilling to think about it, the abbot recited the Buddha's name, nodded and said, "I have heard about what the donor did." After a pause, he added, "To be honest with the donor, someone once went to the Shaolin Temple and wanted our Shaolin Temple to intervene in justice.
I was rejected by my old man!"
"Oh? I wonder why the abbot refused?" Wang Liangyu was busy taking care of himself and did not accept the favor shown by the abbot. No matter whether you, the master of Shaolin Temple, uphold justice or not, no one can stop what I want to do.
The abbot's face froze when he heard this, and he breathed secretly: "Shaolin is a place outside the country..."
"Abbott, this is too false. It's pointless to talk too much." Before the abbot could finish speaking, Wang Liangyu spoke rudely, "No one can stay out of this world, not even Shaolin, the world's martial arts sect! Unless the Shaolin Temple colludes with those outsiders!
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As soon as this statement came out, the monks such as Zhan Lang yelled and cursed.
The abbot couldn't help coughing violently, and it took him a long time to recover. He looked up at Wang Liangyu, his eyes widened with anger, and solemnly said: "The thousand-year-old reputation of Shaolin Temple cannot be tarnished. Please keep your word of credit from the donor!"
"Abbott, don't get me wrong, I'm just making a hypothesis! Who can say accurately about things in this world? Maybe tomorrow a Taoist temple will surrender to the enemy!" Wang Liangyu ignored the monks, stared at the abbot, and changed his voice and said, "
Shaolin Temple has always been the world's martial arts sect, and it is also known as "the world's martial arts originated from Shaolin." At this time when the country is ruined and the family is in ruins, shouldn't the Shaolin Temple do something for the people and the country?"
The reputation of the Shaolin Temple was too great. Wang Liangyu was worried that he would be beaten if he seriously asked for martial arts. Whether he could beat him or not was another matter. If the beating started, things would be deadlocked. So he came up with such a bad idea of retreating in order to advance and morally kidnapping.
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It's a bad idea, but it works.
As expected, after hearing Wang Liangyu’s words, the abbot recited the Buddha’s name with a look of helplessness on his face: “Donor, you really do everything possible!”
Wang Liangyu smiled sheepishly, a little embarrassed: "Don't blame me, abbot, I was also afraid that your temple would look down on me because of its high status, so I took this trick!" After saying that, he chuckled and complimented, "If the abbot agrees, this will
This is the great contribution Shaolin has made to martial arts and China, which will surely be remembered by history and give the Shaolin Temple a thousand-year reputation!"
The abbot shook his head and smiled bitterly, falling into a choice between Shaolin martial arts inheritance and Shaolin's thousand-year reputation.
After much hesitation, the abbot finally nodded and agreed, only reminding: "There are some things you can't look at!"
"Yi Jin Jing? Marrow Cleansing Jing?" Wang Liangyu blurted out after thinking.
The abbot's face darkened, and his eyes looked at Wang Liangyu a little more unkindly.
The Yi Jin Jing and the Marrow Cleansing Sutra are secretly transmitted scriptures from Shaolin. They have the effect of Yi Jin Jing and Marrow Cleansing. They are the foundation of Shaolin Temple’s world martial arts. If spread, it will be a devastating blow to Shaolin Temple!
"To be honest, abbot, I came to Shaolin to seek these two scriptures!" Wang Liangyu looked directly at the abbot, with a calm expression on his face, "The abbot knows how important it is to practice martial arts. If you are a Chinese
Everyone who practices these magical skills and secrets will definitely have a strong foundation. Whether it is practicing martial arts or marching and fighting, they will be even more powerful. Why should the abbot refuse such a good thing? Do we have to let the treasured scriptures gather dust and be shelved in a high cabinet?"
These words are from Wang Liangyu’s heart, and they are sincere.
In fact, not only Shaolin, but also many sects are like this. Wang Liangyu opened a martial arts school in Jinmen and vowed to change this kind of atmosphere.
The abbot was speechless when asked, and his heart became more and more entangled.
When Wang Liangyu saw this, he knew something was wrong and said quickly: "I won't let Shaolin Temple suffer. I can keep all I have learned in Shaolin!" After a pause, he added, "Martial arts schools have always accepted martial arts from all over the world. If I am the abbot,
If you are willing, I can make a copy and send it to Shaolin!"
In fact, not only Shaolin, but all martial arts included in martial arts schools are now semi-public, and anyone can read them as long as they make a contribution. In the future, Wang Liangyu plans to make them available to the public at the appropriate time.
I will not suffer any loss if I make a copy and send it to Shaolin.
Upon hearing this, not to mention the abbot, Furong, and Zhan Lang, their eyes lit up.
As the martial arts school of the Martial Arts Alliance becomes more and more prosperous, Wang Liangyu's reputation in China is extremely high, especially in the martial arts world. Almost all the younger generation regard him as their idol and goal.
Looking at the eager eyes of everyone, the abbot hesitated again and again, and finally nodded and agreed.