If we can't talk about it, we will have to use force to solve it in the end!
Once he has done it, he has done it again. Monk Duzhen feels that he is a genius and has unparalleled calculations. He has long expected that these people will not settle down. He originally had a glimmer of hope for Wentan, but now he is completely disappointed.
Seng Mi said: "Go and invite our uncle out."
They had been preparing for this day for more than a month, so there was no way they would give up.
All the veteran Taoists were frightened. Although they had been prepared, they still felt heavy pressure. The Shaolin inheritance is not shorter than the Taoist sect, and the foundation is also stronger. An old Taoist quickly said: "It seems that Shaolin intends to directly expose its trump card.
, no matter what the outcome of today’s battle, we should go all out!”
"Why don't we let Hong Qigong take action?" someone suggested. After all, Hong Qigong is one of the Five Ultimates, a master in the innate realm.
However, Zhang Laodao, the new Tianshi Taoist, shook his head and said: "Hong Qigong is a member of the Beggar Clan and is not suitable for this fight. Since Shaolin dares to show his trump cards, he must have thought about running into him, so we need to introduce stronger ones."
I think you are not as good as Taoist friend Lin from the Shenxiao sect, but you are a true cultivator of Taoism. It was once a rare genius in a hundred years, so why not take the field for each of our Taoist sects and decide the outcome in one battle?"
The people from the Taoist sects around them all nodded slightly and said, "Young Taoist Lin is indeed feasible, and you can also fully represent our Taoist sects!"
As for Jianghu sects, they no longer have the right to speak at this time.
The Taoist sect's low profile does not mean that it is weak. Not even Hong Qigong dares to bully them, let alone those Jianghu forces who do not have innate masters as their trump cards. At most, they rely on the Taoist sect to survive and pick up some small advantages.
On the other side, the Buddhist backyard.
"Uncle, Senior Brother Duzhen asked us to come and welcome you out of seclusion!"
Several young monks said respectfully to the old man in a red cassock. The old monk had white eyebrows and white hair, a look of pain on his face, and a string of huge Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, each one as big as half a baby's fist.
Youyou opened her eyes, and the old monk said: "Amitabha, let's go."
In order for Buddhism to prosper, he also needs to go through this, and it doesn't mean that he has revealed Shaolin's trump card.
In the martial arts arena, the old monk walked slowly, looking at the Taoist old men and many martial arts masters who were rare in the world, he couldn't help but sigh slightly, "Why do you all come to Shaolin to join in the fun? It should be noted that in the troubled times, Shaolin was ferrying people and preaching in the prosperous times.
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Whether you are born in the world or escape from the world is Shaolin's own choice. What does it have to do with heroes like you? You should never be the one who blocks the way, otherwise the Buddha will blame you!" The old monk's plain voice seemed to be filled with the magic of a certain position.
People can't help but start to think: Is it a sin to prevent Shaolin from reopening its gates?
After all, Shaolin also has a compassionate side.
Zhang Laodao, the Tianshi Dao, looked ugly and couldn't help but say: "You...you haven't passed away yet? Master Faxiang, didn't you promote your retreat to the outside world fifty years ago?"
He originally thought that the old monk had been buried long ago, but he didn't know that the old guy was still alive. He seemed to be in good spirits and might live for several decades.
"Amitabha and Donor Zhang are still alive, how can a poor monk pass away?" Monk Faxiang shook his head and persuaded: "You should go down the mountain later. I, Shaolin, will pretend that nothing has happened. From now on, I will be in the world.
It’s up to everyone to do what they can.”
As soon as these words were said, Zhang Laodao of Tianshi Tao turned dark, and he couldn't help but glare angrily: "Master Faxiang, what you practice is Dry Zen, which is different from the authentic Shaolin Dafa. Why bother trying to do something that doesn't belong to you?"
Are you fighting for your Buddhism?"
Zhang Laodao didn't understand that there was a huge difference between Zen and Mahayana Buddhism.
And this great Zen master of Dharma is an old divine monk. His kung fu reached the innate level more than fifty years ago. Now no one knows how strong he is. The only thing Zhang Laodao is worried about is the one they are going to send.
Whether people are opponents.
"Donor Zhang, you are confused. In the eyes of the poor monk, whether it is Mahayana Buddhism, Hinayana Buddhism, or various Zen sects, they are actually part of Buddhism. Only when all these things are combined can they be called Buddhism.
The poor monk is for Buddhism, not Shaolin."
The old monk Dharma Prime Minister calmly explained that he had already understood many things thoroughly. Seeing the ugly faces of the Taoist sects, he added: "Everyone, since you have already chosen to do something, come on, this poor monk has not done anything in these years.
Take your time."
Zhang Laodao's face turned dark, and he had no choice but to say to the person next to him: "Fellow Daoist Lin, prepare to take action. The arrow is on the string and has to be fired."
The Taoist nodded and reassured: "Don't worry, I'm sure."
Then he stood up with a whisk and said to the old monk, "Zen Master, how about one person fighting to determine the outcome and whether Shaolin can reopen its gates?"
No one knows how many such old monsters there are in Shaolin again. After all, they have been passed down for many years and there are still many sweeping monks from dozens or hundreds of years ago.
"Can!"
Zen Master Faxiang nodded solemnly, slowly took off the big Buddha beads from his neck, and said in a deep voice: "This battle is related to Buddhism and Taoism. The poor monk will not let go, let alone give you a chance."
Monk Duzhen on the side also nodded slowly, expressing his agreement with the words of the old monk and taking responsibility for this matter.
Even Zhang Laodao of Tianshi Dao also responded, "I also agree, it will be decided in one battle. If the Taoist sect loses, all the Taoist sects and Jianghu sects will be taken away. If Shaolin loses, the mountain will be sealed."
It won’t be reopened for a hundred years!”
"Okay!" The old monk nodded and said to Du Zhen: "The poor monk will do his best. If there is something unusual in the grassland in ten years, you should lead the Shaolin stick monk to rescue him!"
As soon as this statement came out, no one except Jiang Chi paid much attention to it. He couldn't help but become solemn, "This old monk actually predicted what will happen in the future?"
It’s amazing!
If what he expected was true, the Mongol army would have moved south almost in these years. Once the Jin Kingdom was destroyed, the grasslands and the Southern Song Dynasty would naturally come into conflict.
At this time, the old Taoist priest didn't care about this, and said calmly: "I am a poor Taoist, Lin Lingsu, and Tian is the ancestor of the Shenxiao sect. I came here to ask Zen Master Faxiang for some advice on Buddhism!"
"Hiss, it's him, Lin Lingsu, who founded the Shenxiao Sect. Isn't he actually alive?"
"Decades or hundreds of years have passed, and I don't know how far this old man's skill has reached. I'm afraid he has already broken into the innate world and become peerless."
"I guess it's stronger."
Lin Lingsu revealed his identity, which surprised many people. This Taoist genius who once wandered around the world and the court was also a martial arts master. He gained the trust of the officials at that time and helped him establish the Taoist Shenxiao.
Send, with palms of thunder.
I don’t know if Lin Laodao has mastered Thunderbolt Jiang Que, but Lin Lingsu’s ability to deceive officials back then was definitely first-rate. Don’t look at Hong Qigong being able to freely enter and exit the palace to get food, but that was just for officials.
I felt that the beggar gang had been restrained in recent years and could occasionally obtain information about the enemy, so I acquiesced.
At that time, Lin Lingsu dared to show his lack of martial arts in front of the officials, and the officials eventually funded him to establish the Shenxiao Sect. This is not simple. How many people in the world can do this?
Finally, when Zhang Laodao saw that the time was almost up, he rushed to the two people in the center of the martial arts field and said: "Let's start. It's better to finish early so we can go back!"
One is a low-key leader of the Taoist sect, and the other is a former genius monk of the Buddhist sect. It is still unknown who will win and who will lose!