Chapter 68

Shaolin, at the door of the Sutra Pavilion.

The abbot stood side by side with all the Shaolin elders, and Du Zhen was standing next to him. The martial arts competition in the martial arts arena was not over yet, and it happened that Jiang Chi was about to come out. Because of the importance of relics, all the immortals who could come from Shaolin came.

After all, the relic of the World Honored One is extremely precious, if someone criticizes and accuses him of not respecting the World Honored One, it would be a disaster.

"Why don't you come out, the sun is about to dry your butt!" An elder frowned and said anxiously.

Waiting is the most annoying thing, even for monks.

The abbot was also anxious, but due to his status, he couldn't show it too much, so he smiled awkwardly and explained: "Maybe he is still intoxicated by the many Buddhist classics."

All the elders in Shaolin didn't believe in this explanation, they were all thinking: "How can there be such a serious person, even a peerless genius has to eat and rest, so how can this kid still be able to live without food?"

Anyway, I don't believe it!

An hour later, there was no movement in the Scripture-Depository Pavilion.

An old monk frowned and said: "That's not right, there are hundreds of Arhats from my Shaolin stationed here, he should not be able to escape, there are elders not far away to watch over them, if there is any movement, they will definitely know, but now..."

There is no movement, which makes people wonder.

"Wait a little longer, after all, the time has not yet come!" The abbot couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and persuaded those old immortals who were anxious early in the morning.

Squeak!

At this time, the sound of opening the door sounded, and under the anticipation mood of all the old Shaolin monks looking forward to the stars and the moon, Jiang Xiao's figure in a brocade robe quietly appeared in the crack of the door.

"Hey, everyone came to greet you so early?" Jiang Xiao smiled slightly, and said to the group of Shaolin monks: "It's really an honor!"

All the monks: "..."

After a while of silence, they all cursed secretly in their hearts: Please hello, if it wasn't for the relic of the World Honored One, I wouldn't have come to wait so early in the morning.

The old monks didn't open their mouths, so Duzhen could only ask with an embarrassed smile: "Master Jiang, the one-day deadline has come, I don't know if the relic can be..."

He didn't finish the follow-up words, but Jiang Xiao understood it, so he couldn't help teasing, "Why, does the monk want to get the relic so much? Just tell me, don't be embarrassed."

Hearing Yan Duzhen's face changed drastically, if he was left in the hearts of the abbot and the elders, he would also want to get the relic, and the matter might be difficult.

So he hurriedly added: "My lord is joking, I wonder if my lord can deliver the relic for the deal we reached before?"

As soon as these words came out, many people immediately expressed their expectations.

World-Honored One's relic, if it is practiced with the Buddha's teachings, it can make those who are consummated after birth break into the innate, and those who are innate can break into a higher level. It can be called the supreme magic pill.

Jiang Xiao smiled slightly, and immediately said: "Okay, I'll make you anxious, so take it!"

As he spoke, he highlighted the relic in front of everyone's eyes, and suddenly there was a lot of swallowing sound, and then he saw Jiang Chi throwing the relic to Du Zhen, and only after everyone's eyes were attracted, he swaggered away.

There was already a lot of looting in front of the Sutra Pavilion, Du Zhen had to hand over the relics to the abbot, and then retreated.

Shaolin, on the martial arts arena.

After a day of fighting, the two who had never rested seemed to have reached the extreme, and finally the two fought together.

No one from Buddhism or Taoism in the arena spoke, staring at Fa Xiang and Lin Lingsu. Smart people knew that the victory or defeat was about to happen, and they didn't want to miss this best moment, so they all stopped to watch.

"Who will win with one and a half moves?"

Many people have such a question in their minds. Faxiang and Lin Lingsu are about the same age and have similar strengths. It's really hard to say who will win.

boom!

Soon, the place where the two palms met suddenly exploded and spread in all directions. Many people were affected and fell to the ground one after another, severely injured by the shock.

The two people who were fighting also fell to the ground slowly. Faxiang's mouth dripped with blood, obviously injured. Lin Lingsu on the other side closed his eyes and fell heavily, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

A generation of legends, just like this, don't know life and death.

"He lost!" Watanabe said indifferently to the Taoists and those people in the Jianghu. Compared with Fa Xiang, he was only injured, so he naturally won.

All the people in Jianghu frowned, this result was obviously not what they expected, their faces couldn't help being bitter, and they all secretly said: "It seems that there is no way to stop Shaolin from reopening the mountain gate."

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

They all want to compete if they can.

On the side, Zhang Laodao of Tianshi Dao was embarrassed, and said coldly: "Let's go, let's count your Shaolin chess master move today, and you will never back down when you fight for my Dao sect in the future!"

"Everyone, walk slowly!"

Duzhen smiled slightly, and finally succeeded. Shaolin will reopen the temple gate soon, and it will have a bright future.

The Taoist families and all the Jianghu sects snorted coldly, left a few harsh words and left in a hurry, not daring to stay for a long time, for fear of being beaten and killed by the monks of Shaolin Temple as evil sects.

After most of the people left, the old monk Fa Xiang was slowly helped up, but at this time he rolled his old eyes and passed out.

"Uncle Master..."

Many monks shouted, but the old monk acted as if he didn't hear it, and never woke up again. A generation of Zen masters and monks passed away, contributing the last drop of blood and strength to Shaolin.

"It turns out that both sides are hurting, and no one is afraid that they won't get any benefits!" As soon as they walked out of the mountain gate, they turned their heads and looked at the Faxiang, and then fell down. Only then did they understand why Du Zhen wanted to urge everyone to go down the mountain, but he was actually afraid that the reopening of the mountain gate would fail.

"It's a pity, what a godly monk died like this." Some felt sorry for him, Jiang Que didn't know if Lin Lingsu was dead, but the old monk Faxiang must have died.

After a day and night of fighting, even the consumption was exhausted.

The Daoist sect failed and lost its believers. With the strength of the Daoist sects scattered all over the world, it may be difficult to resist the Shaolin family. In order to reopen the temple gate, Shaolin lost an old monk who was beyond the innate scope. I don't know if this deal is worthwhile.

Anyway, in his opinion, it is not cost-effective, the death of the old monk is equivalent to the loss of one of Shaolin's Dinghai Shenzhen needles, and if things go on like this, it will be enough to decline.

After this dispute, no one benefited except Jiang Chi.

The Faxiang passed away, the whole Shaolin was filled with great sorrow, and Duzhen was in a trance. The master and uncle left like this, and he couldn't help muttering: "He fought against Lin Lingsu for the sake of Shaolin's century-old career, and he also persevere until the end."

In other words, he might not be able to think that he did a good job, he is a person who is willing to devote himself to Shaolin.

"Master Abbot, and all the elders, Master Fa Xiang died for my Shaolin, why not bury him respectfully?" Du Zhen suddenly suggested.

Monks are basically buried lightly, digging a pit and burying them in a nice coffin is basically such a custom, but the Prime Minister died for the great prosperity of Shaolin, so he proposed to bury him generously, in order to show that Shaolin is not a heartless and ungrateful person .

The abbot glanced at all the elders, and seeing no one objected, he muttered: "But, I will leave this matter to my nephew, you can make up your own mind."

Wave your hands and simply don't care about this shit, it's more important to study relics.

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

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