80 Years Of Signing-In At The Cold Palace, I Am Unrivalled

　　　　 Jiangnan, Shaoshishan!

　　 This mountain is very famous in the Jiangnan area.

　　 Buddhist sacred place. Thousands of years ago, Shaoshi Mountain was the only Buddhist sect in the Jiangnan area.

　　 Subsequent ideological differences occurred, and Dalin Temple appeared.

　　 Then there was civil strife, disputes continued, and the Xuankong Temple appeared.

　　 Buddhism is divided into three, and each says how orthodox they are.

　　 Dalin Temple took away the Buddha's handwritten script, Xuankong Temple took away the Buddha's tin rod, and Shaoshishan retained the Buddha's relic.

　　 The three companies didn't accept anyone, just like that, it continued.

　　 Now the three schools have developed their genres very well, thinking of merging them together, that's a fantasy.

　　 In the old days, Shaoshishan should be surrounded by believers, who came to pray for blessing in an endless stream.

　　 But today, Shaoshishan does not accept believers, but only allows practitioners from all major forces to come in.

　　 There are so many people, I want to see if the Emperor Ming’s messenger reads the imperial decree, but the Shaolin Temple does not pick it up, is the Emperor Ming lost his face?

　　 When Beihai stepped on the steps of Shaolin Temple, countless eyes cast over him.

　　 He was anxious and panicked, even if it was Wu Sheng, he had no bottom in the face of such a situation.

　　 But at this moment, he touched the painting in his arms.

　　 The confidence is ample all of a sudden.

　　 There are paintings by predecessors, he has nothing to fear.

　　 With his head high and his chest high, he confidently walked to the Great Hall of Shaolin Temple.

　　 Here, there are a group of monks standing in the center, and people watching the excitement are standing all around.

　　 They all stared at Beihai.

　　 A sense of oppression.

　　As if Beihai was a sheep, fell into the wolves, and was watched by countless terrifying eyes.

　　 Beihai shook his head, leaving this feeling behind him. He didn't look at other people, but stared at the abbot of Shaolin Temple alone.

　　A middle-aged monk with a strong cultivation base and a very arrogant person. He looked at Beihai with contempt in his eyes, but said with a serious face: "Donor, come to my Shaolin, what's the matter?"

　　 Asking knowingly!

　　 Beihai knew that it was impossible for them to meet the imperial edict.

　　 He directly took out the imperial edict and said, "Abbot, do you want to read it for yourself, or do you want me to read it out loud?"

　　 The abbot of Shaolin Temple stretched out his hand to inhale, and the imperial decree entered his hand.

　　 then open.

　　 The abbot's face changed immediately.

　　 gloomy as water.

　　 The words written in this imperial decree are jewels, impassioned, and full of commands.

　　 First, it was a group of false monks who slandered the mistakes of Buddhism, fooled the people, shielded the prisoners, violated the principles of Buddhism, and were a group of false monks.

　　 Finally, Lin Tianyuan ordered Shaolin Temple to tear down its subordinate temples within three months and keep one Shaolin Temple alone.

　　 Thousands of monks were deported, and the sinners were handed over to the court for trial.

　　 Otherwise, at your own risk!

　　 Lin Tianyuan was very happy when he wrote, and now the abbot looks at him, his face is gloomy, cold, and his eyes are burning.

　　 "My Buddhism is not an enemy of the imperial court, but I will not let the imperial court hold it." The abbot said in a cold tone after reading it.

"Today Emperor Ming of the Feathering God Dynasty wrote these words to humiliate my Shaolin Temple. This shameful shame has caused the Buddha to be ashamed. If you can't leave, my Shaolin Temple will also go to greet the Emperor Ming." The abbot was really angry. Reached out and pointed hard.

　　 He wants to take Beihai, forcibly save it, and let Yuhua Shenzhao suffer a big loss.

　　 The people around are not surprised at all.

　　 Is Shaolin Temple so messy?

　　 "If you want to keep me, I'm afraid Shaolin Temple won't work." Beihai shook his head.

　　 "Eighteen Arhats are here, who would dare to be presumptuous in my Shaolin!" Eighteen shouts, converging into one voice, and then eighteen Arhat monks in the martial arts realm jumped out.

　　 They surrounded the Beihai.

　　 "I have eighteen arhats in Shaolin, enough to suppress you." The abbot of Shaolin Temple said with an indifferent expression.

　　 "I don't think it will work!" Beihai was still not afraid.

　　 "You are a martial sage, how do you resist the eighteenth?" the abbot sneered.

　　 Not only people from Shaolin Temple, people from all major forces onlookers shook their heads, thinking that Emperor Ming’s move was a stinky move, and let a martial sage come to Shaolin Temple.

　　 Isn't this the madam and the soldier?

　　 They looked at these eighteen martial sages, and they felt that Shaolin Temple had a profound heritage.

　　 Beihai said, "When I left the imperial capital, a senior drew a picture, and I brought it."

　　 Everyone looked at each other.

　　 What did Beihai say about this at this time?

　　 "This painting is in my hands." Beihai took out the folded painting.

　　 Everyone couldn't help but look over.

　　 Nothing unusual.

　　 A picture folded on rice paper.

　　What can you do to save Beihai?

　　 The abbot sarcastically said: "Are you now frightened and mad by my Shaolin Temple?"

　　 "What nonsense are you talking about here?" the abbot said with disdain.

　　 Beihai shook his head, and he said seriously: "I have been living in the imperial capital. I saw the sword a dozen years ago, and I believe this painting painted by a predecessor ten years later, so I just want to tell you."

"The mysterious master in the imperial capital is powerful, but that happened more than ten years ago. Now that the rain is falling, Wu Sheng is everywhere. What big waves can he make by himself?" The abbot looked at Beihai indifferently, as if watching. A mentally handicapped person who has lost his mind.

　　 That person drew a picture and used Beihai as his trump card.

　　 Then Beihai believed it and came to Shaolin Temple excitedly.

　　 Now I want to open this painting and let Shaolin Temple surrender.

　　 This is simply a joke that has slipped the world.

　　 Shaolin Temple does not believe it.

　　The people of all major forces didn't believe it.

　　 What power can a small piece of paper have?

　　 Beihai was surrounded by everyone. Seeing that everyone didn't believe it, he took a deep breath and opened the painting directly.

　　 Everyone looked at them sarcastically, smiled mockingly, and showed their disdainful gestures.

　　 But after Beihai opened this painting.

　　 Boom!

　　 The entire Shaoshi Mountain trembled suddenly, and then six huge black holes appeared between the sky and the earth~www.ltnovel.com~, spinning extremely fast, like six great abysses, suppressed by the violent momentum.

　　咚! Boom! Boom!

　　 The terrifying coercion poured down directly, and the entire Shaolin Temple's legs were soft, and they all knelt down.

　　 Whether it is the abbot, the eighteen arhats, the people from the major forces who came here, or the old predecessors of Shaolin Temple...

　　 directly kneel down.

　　 The only one standing in the audience is Beihai.

　　 But now he has his mouth wide open, it is difficult to close, and after his expression is dull, he is full of excitement, unspeakable, his whole body is shaking with excitement.

"what is this?"

　　 "This is the painting that seniors gave me."

　　 "There is a child practicing boxing on the painting. What he does... is this terrible boxing technique?"

　　 "This painting has come to life."

　　 Beihai watched with excitement, this painting opened by him was a young man practicing boxing.

　　 At this moment, this boy is alive.

　　He is practicing boxing!

　　 practiced, it is six reincarnation boxing!

　　 And this young man contains a ray of consciousness of Lin Jiufeng.

　　 So at this moment, with a punch, six reincarnations appeared, suppressing all the people in Shaolin Temple.

　　 The abbot of Shaolin Temple trembled and said, "What's the situation?"

　　 He knelt down.

　　 He can't stand up.

　　 The terrifying coercion pressed him tightly. If it were not for the strong killing intent, the abbot would suspect that he was dead.

　　 Everyone looked at the sky in shock.

　　Six large black holes, spinning in the air.

　　 pressed them down and knelt towards Beihai.

　　 In the Shaolin Temple, an old martial sage raised his head in shock, and said in horror: "This...this is...the **** of the world!"