Great Sage of the Heavens

　　 Shaolin, at the entrance of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

　　 The abbot and the Shaolin elders were side by side, and Duzhen was standing next to him. The martial arts competition on the martial arts field was not over yet. It just so happened that Jiang Que was about to come out. Because of the importance of the relic, all the old men who could come from Shaolin came.

　　 After all, the relic of the Blessed One is extremely precious, if anyone is accused of disrespecting the Blessed One, don’t you be out of luck.

　　 "Why isn't it coming out, the sun is about to expose your ass!" An elder frowned, with an anxious expression on his face.

　　Waiting is the most annoying, even monks.

　　 The abbot was also anxious, but because of his identity, he couldn't perform too much, so he smiled awkwardly and explained: "Perhaps he is still intoxicated in many Buddhist classics."

　　 All the elders of Shaolin do not believe in this explanation, and they are all thinking: "How can there be such a serious person, even if the peerless genius has to eat and rest, can the kid not be able to do it?"

　　 I don’t believe it anyway!

　　 An hour later, there was no movement in the Buddhist scripture pavilion.

　　 An old monk frowned and said, "No, there are hundreds of arhats from my Shaolin here. He should not be able to escape. There are major elders not far away to look after him. If there is any movement, I will know it, but now..."

　　 It's so confusing when there is no movement.

　　 "Wait, after all, the hour has not arrived!" The abbot couldn't help but twitched his mouth, and persuaded the old immortals who had been anxious in the morning.

　　 Squeak!

　　 At this time, a sound of opening the door sounded, and the old Shaolin monks looked forward to the stars and the moon, and Jiang Que's figure in brocade robe quietly appeared in the door.

　　 "Oh, everyone came to please peace so early?" Jiang Que smiled slightly, and said to the group of Shaolin monks, "It's really an honor!"

　　Monk: "……"

　　 After a while of silence, they cursed in their hearts one after another: Please ping an, if it weren't for the relic of the Blessed One, I wouldn't be waiting early in the morning.

　　The old monks didn’t speak, Du Zhen had to smile awkwardly and asked: "Master Jiang, the day is here, I don’t know if the relic is possible..."

　　 He didn't finish the follow-up words, but Jiang Que understood it and couldn't help but ridicule, "Why, does the monk want to get the relic like that? Just tell me, don't be embarrassed."

　　 Hearing this, his complexion changed drastically. If the abbot and the elders left him in the hearts of the elders, he would also want to reap the benefits.

　　 So he hurriedly added: "My lord is joking. I wonder if the lord can hand over the relics to the deal we reached before?"

　　 When these words came out, many people suddenly expressed their expectations.

　　 Blessed Relic, if you practice it with the Dharma, you can make the acquired consummate break into the innate, and it can also make the innate break into a higher level, which can be called the supreme magic pill.

　　 Jiangque smiled slightly, and immediately said: "Okay, let's see if you are anxious to the monkey, take it!"

As he said that, the relic was brightened in front of everyone, and there were a lot of drooling voices. Then Jiang Que threw the relic to Du Zhen. After everyone's eyes were attracted, he swaggered. Walk away.

　　 There was a lot of looting in front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and Du Zhen had to hand over the relic to the abbot and then retreated.

　　 Shaolin, on the martial arts field.

　　 After a day of fighting, the two people who have never rested seem to have reached the extreme, and the last two people fought together.

　　 In the field, no one spoke at Buddhism and Taoism, staring at Faxiang and Lin Lingsu. The smart people knew that the victory was about to happen, and they didn't want to miss the best moment, so they stopped and watched.

　　 "Who will win one and a half strokes?"

　　 Many people have such a question in their minds. The face is about the same age as Lin Lingsu, and the strength of the body is also equal. It is really hard to say who wins and loses.

boom!

　　 Soon, the place where the two of them faced each other suddenly exploded, spreading to the surrounding area, and many people were affected and fell to the ground one after another, and they were seriously injured.

　　 The two fighting each other slowly fell to the ground. A ray of blood leaked from the corner of Faxiang’s mouth, which was obviously injured. On the other side, Lin Lingsu closed his eyes and fell heavily.

　　 A generation of legends, just knowing life and death.

　　 "He was defeated!" Du Zhen said indifferently to the Taoist clans and those in the world. Compared with the appearance of injury, he naturally won.

　　The people of the rivers and lakes frowned. Obviously, this result was not what they expected. They couldn't help but sorrow, and they all secretly said: "It seems that there is no way to prevent Shaolin from reopening the mountain gate."

　　 I thought that relying on Lin Lingsu's ability could stop one or two, but he couldn't stop it.

　　 If they can, they all want to compete.

　　 On the side, the old face of Zhang Lao Dao of Tianshidao was embarrassed, and coldly snorted: "Let's go, and today, let's count your Shaolin chess move. In the future, I will never shrink from the competition!"

　　 "Everyone, go slowly and don't give it away!"

　　 Crossing really smiled, after all, it was a success. Shaolin reopened the mountain gate soon, and it has a bright future.

　　 Dao sects and sects snorted coldly, leaving a few ruthless words, and hurried away. When they didn't dare to stay for a long time, they were afraid that they would be killed by the monks of Shaolin Temple as evil sects.

　　 After most of the people left, the old monk Faxiang was slowly helped up, but at this time he fainted when he rolled his eyes.

　　 "Master Uncle..."

　　 Many monks yelled, but the old monk seemed to have never heard him, and never woke up. A generation of Zen masters and monks passed away and contributed the last drop of blood and strength to Shaolin.

"It turns out that both lose and lose. I'm afraid that no one will get any benefits!" He just walked out of the mountain gate and turned his head and fell down as soon as he looked at the law. This is why Duzhen urged everyone to go down the mountain~www.ltnovel.com~ but he was afraid of reopening the mountain gate. decline.

　　 "It's a pity, a good monk died like this." I can't help feeling pity for him, Lin Lingsu died or not Jiang Que didn't know, but the old monk must be dead.

　　After a day and night of the war, even wasted.

　　 Daomen failed and lost the believers. With the power of the Daomen scattered in the world, I was afraid that it would be difficult to resist the Shaolin family. In order to reopen the door, Shaolin destroyed an old monk who was beyond his innate scope. I don’t know whether this transaction was a good deal.

　　 In his opinion, it is not worthwhile. The death of the old monk means that Shaolin's Dinghai Shen Needle is missing one, and it will be enough to decline in the long run.

　　 After this dispute, no one except Jiang Que got any benefits.

The Dharma passed away, the whole Shaolin was in great compassion, and Duzhen was in a trance. Uncle Master left in this way and couldn't help but mutter: "He was fighting against Lin Lingsu for the great cause of Shaolin for a hundred years. persevere until the end."

　　In other words, he may not be able to do well. That is a person willing to give to Shaolin.

　　 "The abbot and uncle, as well as the elders, the Master Master finally died for my Shaolin, why not bury it?" Du Zhen suddenly proposed.

Monks are basically burials, dug a hole to bury a good coffin, basically this kind of etiquette, but the law is to die for Shaolin Daxing, he proposed a thick burial, to express that Shaolin is not a low-hearted generation. .

　　 The abbot glanced at the elders, and when he saw no objection, he groaned: "But, let your nephew take care of this matter. You have all the power to decide."

　　 It doesn't matter if I just waved my hand, it doesn't matter what the **** is, it's important to study the relic.

　　At the same time, on a hilltop in the Huainan area, a group of golden men are ready to go, waiting for the people in the past to avenge their previous revenge!