Shaolin, at the entrance of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
The abbot was juxtaposed with the Shaolin elders, and Du Zhen was standing next to him. The competition in the martial arts arena was not over yet, and Jiang Qian happened to be about to leave. Because the relics were of great importance, all the immortals in Shaolin who could come came.
After all, the relics of the World Honored One are extremely valuable. If someone criticizes and accuses you of not respecting the World Honored One, it will be a big misfortune.
"Why don't you come out? The sun is almost shining on your butt!" an elder frowned, with an anxious look on his face.
Waiting is the most annoying thing, even for monks.
The abbot was also anxious, but because of his status he couldn't show it too much, so he had to smile awkwardly and explained: "Maybe he is still intoxicated in many Buddhist classics."
None of the Shaolin elders believed this explanation. They were all thinking: "How can there be such a serious person? Even a peerless genius needs to eat and rest. Can that kid still be able to live without food?"
I don’t believe it anyway!
An hour later, there was no movement in the Sutra Pavilion.
An old monk frowned and said, "That's not right. There are hundreds of Shaolin Arhats stationed here. He shouldn't be able to escape. There are elders not far away to guard him. If there is any movement, he will definitely know about it, but now..."
The lack of movement makes people feel confused.
"Wait a little longer, after all, the time has not yet come!" The abbot couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, and persuaded the old immortals around him who were anxious early in the morning.
Squeak!
At this time, the sound of opening the door sounded. The old Shaolin monks were looking forward to the stars and the moon, and Jiang Que's figure in brocade robes quietly appeared in the crack of the door.
"Hey, everyone came to say hello so early?" Jiang Que smiled slightly and said to the group of Shaolin monks, "It's really an honor!"
All the monks: "..."
After a period of silence, they all cursed in their hearts: Good luck, if it wasn't for the relics of the World Honored One, I wouldn't have come so early in the morning to wait.
None of the old monks spoke, so Du Zhen had no choice but to smile awkwardly and ask: "Master Jiang, the day has come. I wonder if the relic can be..."
He didn't finish what he said next, but Jiang Que already understood and couldn't help but joke, "Why, does the monk really want to get the relic? Just tell me, don't be embarrassed."
Hearing this, Du Zhen's expression changed drastically. If he wanted to get the relics left in the hearts of the abbot and the elders, I'm afraid things would be difficult to handle.
So he quickly made up for it: "My lord, you are joking. I wonder if your lord can deliver the relics to the deal we reached before?"
As soon as these words came out, many people immediately expressed their expectations.
The World Honored One's relics, if refined according to the Buddhist method, can allow those who have acquired perfection to break through to the innate, and can also allow the innate to break into a higher level. It can be called a supreme elixir.
Jiang Chi smiled slightly and said immediately: "Okay, I'll see if you're too anxious, take it!"
After saying that, he flashed the relic in front of everyone, and there were a lot of swallowing sounds. Then Jiang Que threw the relic to Du Zhen. After everyone's eyes were attracted, he swaggered.
Walk away.
There was a lot of hustle and bustle in front of the Sutra Collection Pavilion, so Du Zhen had to hand over the relics to the abbot and then retreat.
Shaolin, martial arts arena.
After a day of fighting, the two people, who had never rested, seemed to have reached their limit, and finally the two of them started to fight with their true energy.
No one from the Buddhist sect in the field spoke, staring intently at Faxiang and Lin Lingsu. The smart people knew that the outcome was about to happen, and they didn't want to miss this best moment, so they stopped to watch.
"Who will win one and a half moves?"
Many people have this question in their minds. Fa Xiang and Lin Lingsu are similar in age and have similar strength. It is hard to say who will win and who will lose.
boom!
Soon, the place where the two people's palms met suddenly exploded and spread in all directions. Many people were affected and fell to the ground. They were seriously injured by the shock.
The two fighting men also slowly fell to the ground. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Faxiang's mouth, which was obviously injured. Lin Lingsu on the other side closed his eyes and fell heavily, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
A legendary figure of a generation, so ignorant of life and death.
"He lost!" Du Zhen said calmly to the Taoist families and those in the world. In comparison, the Dharma Prime Minister was only injured, so he naturally won.
All the people in the Jianghu frowned. Such a result was obviously not what they expected. Their faces couldn't help but look bitter, and they all said to themselves: "It seems that there is no way to prevent Shaolin from reopening the gates."
I thought that relying on Lin Lingsu's ability could stop one or two, but who knew that he couldn't stop it either.
If possible, they all want to compete.
On the side, Zhang Laodao from Tianshi Tao had an embarrassed face and snorted coldly: "Let's go, let's count on your Shaolin chess mastery today, and you will never back down from fighting for my Taoist sect in the future!"
"Everyone, please go slowly without seeing me off!"
Du Zhen smiled slightly, he succeeded after all, Shaolin will soon reopen its gates, and there will be a bright future.
The Taoist sects and other Jianghu sects snorted coldly, left a few harsh words and left in a hurry. They did not dare to stay for a long time, for fear that the monks from the Shaolin Temple would regard them as evil sects and kill them.
After most of the people left, the old monk Dharma Prime Minister was slowly helped up, but at this time he rolled his eyes and fainted.
"Master-uncle..."
Many monks screamed, but the old monk seemed not to hear and never woke up. A generation of Zen masters and holy monks passed away, contributing their last drop of blood and strength to Shaolin.
"It turns out that both sides suffer, and no one gets any benefits!" As soon as he walked out of the mountain gate and turned around to look at the Dharma image, he fell down. Only then did he understand why Du Zhen wanted to urge everyone to go down the mountain, but he was actually afraid of failure in reopening the mountain gate.
"It's a pity that such a holy monk died like this." He couldn't help but feel pity for him. Jiang Que didn't know whether Lin Lingsu was dead, but the old monk Dharma Prime must be dead.
After a day and night of fighting, even Hu was exhausted.
The Taoist sect failed and lost its followers. With the power of the Taoist sects scattered all over the world, it is difficult to resist the Shaolin family. In order to reopen the gate, Shaolin lost an old monk who was beyond the scope of innateness. I don't know if this deal is a good deal.
Anyway, in his opinion, it is not worthwhile. If the old monk dies, it means that one of Shaolin's Dinghai needles will be missing. If things go on like this, it will be enough to decline.
After this dispute, no one except Jiang Qian benefited.
When Dharma passed away, the whole Shaolin was filled with great sadness, and Du Zhen was in a daze. Uncle Master just left like this. He couldn't help but murmured: "He only fought with Lin Lingsu for the great cause of Shaolin for a hundred years, and he also...
persevere until the end."
In other words, he might not be able to do a good job. He is a person who is willing to devote himself to Shaolin.
"Uncle Abbot, as well as all the elders, Master Dharma Master and Great Uncle finally died for our Shaolin, why not give them a generous burial?" Du Zhen suddenly suggested.
Basically, monks are buried lightly. They dig a hole and bury them in a good coffin. This is basically the etiquette. However, the monk died for the great prosperity of Shaolin, so he proposed to give him a thick burial to express that Shaolin is not a heartless and unrighteous person.
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The abbot glanced at all the elders, and when he saw no one objected, he muttered: "But, let me leave this matter to you, my nephew. You have the sole discretion to make everything."
I just waved my hand and didn't care about this nonsense. It was more important to study the relics.
At the same time, on a hilltop in the Huainan area, a group of golden men were ready to go, waiting for the passing people to avenge their previous revenge!