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Chapter 1034: Recalling the Years of Ping Shaolin

When he first served as the governor of Henan, Feng Zhou had already seen that the biggest unstable factor in Henan was not the Yellow River Gang or the White Lotus Sect, but the Shaolin Sect, the mastermind behind them.

The rebellious White Lotus Sect and the Yellow River Gang who took advantage of the chaos are just puppet forces that Shaolin puts on the surface!

Otherwise, why do most of the so-called Elder Protector Vajras of the White Lotus Sect practice Shaolin's fierce martial arts?

The same is generally true for those masters of the Yellow River Gang who cause trouble.

Moreover, their strength has reached the first-class level in the world. It would be fine if only a few people were talented and could reach such a high level by practicing the most basic Shaolin Kung Fu. But obviously that is not the case.

That is to say, the Shaolin Kungfu practiced by these people is a very spiritual type of Shaolin Kungfu.

This shows what?

It shows that Shaolin is the real BOSS in Henan Jianghu!

The interests and relevant personnel involved in the White Lotus Sect are so great that even the bachelors of the cabinet have come forward. Feng Zhou can refuse to give them face, but the people below do not have the courage.

Therefore, it is imperative to besiege Shaolin and deter the ugly people!

But the Shaolin in this world is not an ordinary martial arts sect.

The elder-level bitter melon master is a superb cook, but I don’t know how he mastered it.

Master Tiejian, who is at the head level, can take the tiger and leopard brothers who dominate the world as his disciples. Even Mu Taoist must treat this tiger and leopard brother seriously, and Ximen Chuixue does not dare to attack with all his strength.

This shows the profound heritage of Shaolin Temple.

What's more, in this world of immortals and heroes that people in the world don't know about, the name of Shaolin Temple, the ancestral home of Zen, has extraordinary Buddhist magical powers.

No one expected that Feng Zhou, who was already the governor of Henan at the age of seventeen or eighteen, would be so bold as to directly surround Shaolin!

At that time, with the dignity of the Chief Envoy of Henan and the power of Shang Fang's sword, he led an army of 10,000 to besiege Songshan Mountain, which shocked the whole world.

You must know that the chief envoy is a civilian official and is insulated from the army, but Feng Zhou can command the army as his arm points.

Shaolin was stunned, but did not panic. Thousands of warrior monks held sticks and blocked the passage up the mountain. They had no fear of the majesty of the imperial army.

After all, they are the largest landowners in Henan.

He also had constant contacts with the imperial court.

And they can also use the magical powers of Buddha.

Naturally, we are not afraid of sealing the boat.

After all, they have nothing to do with the rebellious White Lotus Sect.

If there’s anything else to say, let’s fight!

Feng Zhou did not direct his officers and soldiers to charge, but charged forward alone with bare fists.

He was like a dragon leaping and flying, and the huge Songshan Mountain could not stop him from moving forward. He took a step forward with all his strength, and punched out with a domineering force that lasted forever. It was like an invisible and substantial iron rod falling from the sky, hitting hard on the path leading to the road.

On the stone steps of Shaolin Temple.

Boom!

The entire Shaoshi Mountain shook, and the fierce and glaring Shaolin monks rolled to the ground like gourds. On the straight stone steps sloping up in the dense mountain forest, a crack spread directly from Feng Zhou's feet to halfway up the mountain.

Along the way, all the Shaolin monks who were directly hit by Qi Jin were crushed into pulp by the sharp sword force without even making a sound, and they died so hard that they could no longer die!

"I will kill anyone who disobeys!"

Feng Zhou let out a sharp roar and ignored the reaction of the Shaolin monk who was stunned and stunned by the power of his energy. He strode up the cracks in the straight stone steps.

At this stage, most people with brains would no longer dare to intercept him. They were all trembling with fear with pale faces, and froze in place as if they had been cast a immobilization spell, not daring to move.

When Feng Zhou arrived at the large square in front of the Shaolin Temple, another group of strong, vigorous and vigorous warrior monks rushed out of the Shaolin Temple. The number was exactly 108, and the Shaolin Arhats were arranged according to a specific trajectory.

Formation, invite Feng Zhou to join the formation for a try.

What about the One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation?

Feng Zhou laughed loudly, not caring at all, and stepped into the stern Arhat formation, punching left and right, punching and punching violently, seriously injuring those who hit him and immediately killing him. Although once the One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation was in operation,

Being trapped in it seems to be in another world, surrounded by angry arhats, and their energy and spirit are greatly suppressed. If it were an ordinary person, even the so-called top master in the world, once trapped in it, there would be only

Was eaten alive all the way.

But who is Feng Zhou? He is a quasi-sage who has come to experience the mortal world. His internal strength alone is unfathomable and endless. How can the magical power formed by a mere Arhat formation be able to suppress it?

After only half a stick of incense, the array of one hundred and eight Arhats suddenly collapsed, more than ninety of them died in battle, and the rest completely fell to the ground, losing the ability to fight anymore.

"Is this the only strength Shaolin has? I'm really disappointed!"

Feng Zhou stood with his hands behind his back, surrounded by a bloody square filled with blood-stained limbs and broken arms. His tone was plain, but his majesty and bearing were extraordinary. At this sound, the gate of the Shaolin Temple shook violently and was about to collapse.

His power is about to destroy the thousand-year-old Shaolin at this moment.

Amitabha!

The closed door of Shaolin Temple suddenly opened. Twelve white-haired and white-browed old monks raised their palms and chanted the Buddha's name. Then a mysterious and huge Buddhist magical power surged out and spread throughout the Shaolin Temple in an instant. Look at the relationship with him.

The intimidation and energy compete with each other.

In that world, Feng Zhou fought against the Great Sun Tathagata and made him pass away. Later, he became the Tathagata and completely divided Buddhism. Therefore, the Buddhist magical power in him was unparalleled and even greater.

So he just smiled faintly, and as far as he could see, the majestic power of Buddhism elicited by the twelve old monks chanting the Buddha's name, as if encountering a greater existence, quickly shrank inward in Feng Zhou's perception.

This situation is like a naughty child meeting a majestic parent.

Momentarily depressed.

But that's it!

Feng Zhou's expression remained normal, and he just waved his sleeves. Then he heard a loud bang, and all the Shaolin monks present were stunned. They saw that the thick walls of the Shaolin Temple, including the gate, collapsed and turned into ruins!

when!

At this moment, a bell rang leisurely deep in the Shaolin Temple, and suddenly a flash of Buddha's light flashed out from the Main Hall and instantly fell on a powerful monk covered in wool.

drink!

The warrior monk looked up to the sky and roared, like a lion and a tiger roaring, shaking the eardrums and shaking the heaven and earth.

This is the combined power of the two Arhats subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger.

Suddenly, there was a roar of force in front of him, and the monk was already attacking furiously, punching him one after another. His punches were as powerful as a dragon's and unparalleled. Wherever the punches passed, the air roared with energy and the shock was astonishing.

It is clearly possessed by the subduing dragon and subduing the tiger.

Feng Zhou laughed heartily, waved his sleeves, fanned out a burst of energy, and started fighting with the Buddhist monk. What was surprising was that the energy advanced and retreated freely, with extraordinary power, and kept hitting the opponent.

There was a clanging sound of gold and iron, and the man was not injured at all but became more and more courageous as he fought.

Facing the Arhat's possession, Feng Zhou not only did not shrink back with the energy he waved out, but instead his energy and blood surged, rolling out blood-red flames all over his body. From the previous illusion, it slowly became solid and as terrifying as a real flame.

Dangdangdang...

Although the monk who had been initiated by the Buddha's light was quite impressive, under the automatic attack of Feng Zhou's fan energy, his body made a series of sounds of gold and iron, just like a person who was hit by a sandbag and flew backwards, but he was killed again after a moment.

When he turned around, he was still as strong and strong as a dragon.

The entire Shaolin was completely shocked.

Because the monk possessed by the Arhat couldn't get close to Feng Zhou's body, but was repelled by the opponent's energy halfway.

So everyone has already seen that even the 'fake Arhat' who has received the blessing of the Buddha and has a body like a vajra is no match!

It’s even like a junior meeting an elder!

Everyone was stunned and in disbelief, like wooden statues.

Feng Zhou didn't pay attention to what the Shaolin monks around him thought. He just stood with his hands behind his hands, quietly watching the energy he just sent out, abusing the monk possessed by the Arhat and experiencing the other's state.

It didn't take long, only a quarter of an hour later, the monk suddenly had a golden light all over his body. He suddenly retreated to the side of the monks, sat cross-legged on the floor and chanted the Buddha's name. The golden Buddha light on his body quickly dissipated like running water, as if he had realized something.

, the twelve old Shaolin monks all chanted the Buddha's name with sad faces and chanted loudly: Send the Arhat back to the bliss of the West!

The next moment, the monk had a smile on his face and no breath at all...

"I will give you three days to hand over the rebel leaders and remnants who fled into Shaolin, otherwise I will destroy Shaolin even if His Majesty orders it!"

Seeing this situation, Feng Zhou said lightly and left leisurely.

Later that day, Shaolin sent the rebel leaders and backbones who were hiding in the monastery to the Yamen of the Chief Secretary of Henan in Dengfeng, without daring to say more.

From then on, Feng Zhou was powerful in the world, and Shaolin Temple became Feng Zhou's lap dog.


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