The army is getting closer and closer, "dong", "dong", "dong", "dong", those neat footsteps are like stepping on people's hearts, and the depressed monks in the temple can't breathe.
I just feel that the footsteps are stepping on the rhythm of my heartbeat. Gradually, my heartbeat begins to change with the footsteps, which makes people feel very depressed.
Slowly, the army is getting closer and closer, and the pressure is coming. The neat queue is like a mountain, giving people a sense of being unshakable. The big, medium and small monks in the entire Southern Shaolin have a feeling that they are going to be suppressed.
a feeling of.
As a leading figure in the southern martial arts world, Southern Shaolin has a very strong foundation. There are no less than twenty first-class masters. However, despite this, when it comes to facing a large army, it still feels unshakable. The power of one person is too weak after all. These
The soldiers all wore helmets and armor and held swords and shields. Even a top-notch master would have to spend some time to kill one of them.
Wang Xuan equips his soldiers with steel-clad shields, and the armors on his body are all thin steel armor. Those who don't know may think that Wang Xuan has money to burn, but in fact... the iron is produced by his own family, ten tons
A first-class hydraulic forging press is easy to manufacture. The armor is all forged and formed in one go, which is very simple.
As for leather armor... it's a problem to find so much leather on the market. As for the cotton armor commonly used by daimyo, this is Fujian, it's so hot!
Furthermore, in the primary industrial system, genuine leather is more expensive than iron.
With the army divided to the left and right, Wang Xuan strode forward. The old monk behind him was carried by two soldiers from the special force and walked towards the temple gate together.
After all, the abbot was also a top-notch master, but when he thought about facing the gazes of the monks in the temple, he immediately felt that his hands and feet were weak. The pressure was too great and he couldn't bear it.
After walking out of the queue, Wang Xuan moved to the side, revealing the old monk behind him. In an instant, the eyes of the more than 100 monks in front of the temple gate all looked towards the abbot.
There were lamentations, surprises, disappointments, annoyances, and resentments in his eyes. Heavy feelings surged into his heart. The old abbot's heart skipped a beat, and the internal energy in his body secretly circulated. He fainted in an instant.
Depend on!
How shameless!
Being so close, of course Wang Xuan noticed the old bald thief's next move. He cursed in his heart but couldn't do anything about it. He was indeed not pretending to be faint, he was really passed out... I can only say that as long as you practice hard, you can pretend to be faint.
come true!
As for waking up the old thief, Wang Xuan simply gave up on this idea. After all, he was a first-rate master. If he had to faint, no one would be able to do it. The autonomy was in his own hands.
"Get your abbot away!" Wang Xuan shouted with a cold face. As long as he is in his hands, this old thief will never wake up in his life.
Two middle-aged monks came up quickly. They supported the abbot and looked at Wang Xuan with resentment in their eyes. They wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood. One of the monks couldn't help it and looked at him.
Wang Xuan yelled: "You, what on earth did you do to our abbot!"
"Hey, I just like that angry little look in your eyes." Wang Xuan smiled, staring at the middle-aged monk who asked the question, and pressed directly towards him with his aura.
Suddenly, the middle-aged monk felt his breathing stagnant, and his movements seemed to be affected.
The pressure of will has nothing to do with the level of kung fu. A first-rate master will still feel difficulty breathing when facing many high-ranking officials in the court. Although the opponent has no power, he can hold power all year round and control hundreds of millions of people. Life and death, the accumulated momentum is indeed not that easy to bear.
After all, the body must be controlled by consciousness. This is why many people with weak consciousness will be speechless when faced with danger or the pressure of high-level people. What's worse, they will be so frightened that they will collapse to the ground and cannot move.
Especially when it comes to Wang Xuan, he himself has an extremely strong will. In addition, he holds great power, controls life and death, and kills people like crazy. There are not many people who can not be oppressed by Wang Xuan in terms of will. This is definitely not included in this list. Year old monk.
Their insights, vision, rights, knowledge, etc. are so different that it is difficult to speak under the pressure of Wang Xuan's momentum.
"Why don't you say anything? Haha, I just like the way you guys want to kill me but are helpless." Wang Xuan smiled, "Now, immediately, immediately, get out!!"
As soon as Wang Xuan finished speaking, the army took a step forward in unison and stepped heavily on the ground at the same time, "Boom!"
The entire ground in front of the temple trembled. The two middle-aged monks held the old abbot on their backs. They took three steps back in fear, their faces full of horror. Then they immediately turned around and ran back to the temple while holding the abbot on their backs.
"Let's go!" Wang Xuan called Yu Leyou and walked towards the front of the temple, "Go in and search and find their secret treasury. There is no money. I really don't believe it!"
Yu Leyou quickly responded, summoned the soldiers behind him, and pressed into the temple.
Amitabha, a loud chant sounded, and a passage was separated among the monks. An old monk with long eyebrows walked out of the crowd. He had a rosy complexion, an upright body, and a strong spirit. Judging from his eyebrows, he must be over eighty years old, and his face must not be more than fifty. .
Wang Xuan stopped walking. He could feel from this old monk that his skill was better than his own, but he had to fight him to know exactly what kind of skill he had.
"Amitabha, please stay here, donor. You are advised not to enter this pure place of Buddhism."
"Old monk, who are you?"
"The poor monk's name is Zhengdu, and he is the head of the Bodhidharma Academy of this temple."
"Oh~! I understand, Nan Shaomu's number one thug, you are trying to stop the army."
"That's not the case, it's just that the donor is not from the government!" The old monk's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was as calm as ever.
"Ha!" Wang Xuan couldn't help but laugh, raised his hand and said, "Okay, if I tell you any more, I'll be bullying you. You'd better wake up the abbot and ask questions."
The old monk was stunned. What did I say wrong? Wasn't he just a judge? He should be right?
He turned to look at the few middle-aged monks beside him. These were the ones who stayed with the abbot all year round and helped with secular affairs. Like him, they only needed to focus on their own practice wholeheartedly.
The monk in the middle of the two voices whispered to the old monk and said: "Uncle Master, he is indeed not a member of the government, but... he is a member of the government in Fujian, and people in the government also listen to him."
The old monk looked confused. What do you mean by not being a member of the government, but being a government official? He could understand a few words, but when they were connected together, he was confused...
After all, he had little contact with mundane affairs, and someone had always been responsible for taking care of them for him. Now that he was suddenly exposed to the twists and turns of the upper-level power structure, it would be strange for him to understand.
"Oh, uncle, I won't be able to explain this for a while. You'd better wake up the abbot."
The old monk sighed. He really didn't understand. He reached out and grabbed the abbot's pulse gate. A huge and pure internal force was input and traveled around the abbot's body. Well, he was healthy and had no hidden injuries, but how could he be unconscious?
?
Using internal force to slightly stimulate the Tanzhong point, the abbot woke up immediately. However, without moving his eyelids, he listened secretly to the situation with his ears. He was still thinking in his heart, as long as I don't wake up, I won't be blamed for the search of this temple.
On the head...
"Nephew, please wake up quickly."
Hey, the voice sounds so familiar. It's Master Zhengdu. Why did he come out? He's broken.
This uncle has been cultivating for many years and knows nothing about common things. If he really confronts the demon king named Wang, something big will happen. Thinking of this, the abbot did not bother to pretend to be faint. "Uh..." he said, took a deep breath and walked slowly.
Came over.
"It's okay, it's okay. I was still wondering why he was unconscious when there was no damage on his body..." Seeing the abbot wake up, the old monk showed a smile.
The abbot was shocked when he saw it, hey, uncle, please shut up!
"It's okay to be angry for a moment."
"I see."
"Why did Uncle Master come out?"
"These people want to come in, why don't I come out to stop them? How can we use weapons rashly in this quiet place of Buddhism?"
The abbot turned his head subconsciously and saw Wang Xuan's half-smiling look. His heart suddenly lurched, "Uncle, it's okay. It's just a check. Well, yes, uncle, you should go back."
"This benefactor is not a member of the government. Why can he mobilize an army to inspect our Shaomu Temple? Our Shaomu Temple is the righteous path of martial arts and Taishan Beidou. How can we let them make trouble here? Then our Shaomu Temple will have a thousand-year reputation..."
"Uncle Master, stop talking!" The old monk was outspoken and opened his mouth to speak, but the abbot was so frightened that his heart went cold and he wanted to jump up and cover the old monk's mouth.
Can you speak openly and honestly?
Let’s just say this behind closed doors. Even if people in the martial arts world say this, it doesn’t matter, but can we say this in front of the government?
Those who are not in the martial arts world, and those who are evil or righteous are all the same in the eyes of the government. They are all scum who use force to break the ban, and they can't wait to eradicate them all at once.
Especially the guy next to me, who always looks for trouble no matter what. If he gets the blame, I don’t know how to deal with it. Master, please be more careful!
"Ouyou, this guy is already in trouble with Mount Tai and Beidou. What's the matter? Your Shaomusi Temple still wants to be enshrined in Mount Tai!" Wang Xuan raised his hand and touched his chin, speaking in a strange tone.
"No, no, no, I don't dare to say that, Mr. Wang is merciful!" The abbot felt bitter, and he was indeed caught by the devil.
He turned around and looked at the old monk, "Uncle Master, please go back quickly."
There was something in his heart that he didn't say. This is not a case of people from the martial arts world here to cause trouble. You always come out to stir things up, and you are sure to do it one by one. This group of people who came today are definitely not reasonable people.
The old monk looked around and sighed. He really couldn't understand this matter. Let's go, let's go!
"Actually, I quite like this Master Zhengdu. It can be seen that he is an honest person, so forget this and pretend I didn't hear it at all."
The abbot could only apologize, but he was cursing in his heart, of course you like it, they are all honest people, and they are always sure when they cheat. They are not at your mercy, and they count the money for you after they are sold.
"Okay, let's get down to business!" Wang Xuan suddenly changed the subject, his face turned cold, "Go in and search!"