Chapter 185: Positive Nan Shaolin

The Jinyiwei left Nanjing City in a mighty manner.

But when everyone thought that the Jinyiwei was escorting the treasure back to Beijing, everyone was surprised to find that there was no trace of the treasure in the team.

At the same time, the army outside the city did not leave.

This made everyone in the world puzzled and had many different opinions.

The more the Jinyiwei was like this, the more curious it made everyone.

...

Above the green and vibrant mountains, there is a magnificent building covering an extremely large area and magnificent.

During the Yuan Dynasty, the royal family believed in the grassland shamanism and Tantric Buddhism, which made Shaolin weak at one time.

Although the Tantric Buddhism and Shaolin are both Buddhists, the meditation principles they practice are different after all.

The rise of Tantric Buddhism also weakened the power of Shaolin for a while.

Tantra even suppressed Shaolin for a time.

Therefore, some Shaolin monks went to the south to develop and build temples, which led to the later Southern Shaolin.

At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, the world was in a row, and Nan Shaolin closed the mountain gates to avoid the disaster of war and its strength was preserved.

During this period, many people from the martial arts world hid in Shaolin Temple, which made Shaolin's foundation even deeper, and it can be said that they gathered the strengths of hundreds of schools.

The postnatal Yuan Dynasty was destroyed and the Tantric Buddhism fled far away, which also allowed Shaolin to see the opportunity, and the southern Shaolin was also preserved, forming the northern and southern Shaolin.

In front of the mountain gate, a group of Shaolin monks were disturbing the fallen leaves in front of the mountain gate.

At this moment, the gravel on the ground jumped rapidly.

Several novice monks looked at each other, and one of them said in surprise: "Is it because the earth dragon turned over?"

But soon, the movements in the distance attracted several people.

Rolling smoke and dust swept over.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of strong wind breaking through the air suddenly came from my ears, and a white mark seemed to flash in the smoke and dust in the sky.

At that moment, the fallen leaves in the sky were shattered.

I saw a white light in the sky slashing through the sky, lying across the void like a horse, sweeping across the sky with a majestic power.

Immediately, under the shocked gaze of several novice monks, the white light cut through the sky and then pierced into the plaque of Shaolin Temple.

"Click!"

The plaque on the mountain gate was immediately broken.

An embroidered spring knife sank into the rock a foot, and the tail end was still trembling slightly.

Several monks couldn't help but exclaim and said in surprise: "It's the Jinyiwei!"

In the smoke and dust, thousands of horsemen's imperial guards swept across like a hurricane.

"Boom!"

The horse's hooves sound like thunder!

It was like a torrent rushing towards him.

Lin Mang is far ahead.

The four hooves of Pixiu fell to the ground, and the arc flashed, exuding a huge threat.

"Roar~"

The Pixiu roared to the sky, and the roar was like thunder, destroying all directions.

Lin Mang held the embroidered spring sword at his waist with one hand, lifted the dark red cloak, and shouted coldly: "Shaolin's life attacks and kills the Jinyiwei. Now the Japanese official comes to ask Shaolin for an explanation!"

The indifferent voice spread rapidly in all directions with the blessing of the true essence.

It was like an echo echoing across the mountains.

"Dou!"

The giant bell in Shaolin Temple was trembling with sound waves.

In an instant, the entire Shaolin Temple became quiet.

Countless monks raised their heads in shock.

Inside the Buddhist temple, the monk who was doing morning classes suddenly opened his eyes and his eyes flashed.

Below the Buddha statue, a white-browed monk sitting cross-legged with a cassock was sitting.

"Dong!Dong!Dong…"

The wooden fish in his hand gently tapped.

"Amitabha."

Le Chen recited the Buddha's name lightly, looked at the monks, and said calmly: "Everyone, your heart is in chaos."

"Senior Brother." A burly monk stood on his chest with one hand and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Leyuan has passed away."

Le Chen narrowed his eyes and looked at the hall gate, with a look of compassion on his face. He slowly stood up and walked out of the hall.

"Let's go."

"What should come will come eventually."

"This is the disaster of fate."

"Everything has a destiny."

Along the way, all the monks bowed and bowed: "Of the Lord."

Gradually, more and more people gathered behind Chen.

...

The gate of Shaolin Temple slowly opened.

Lechen walked out first and followed a group of monks behind him.

Several old monks had a deep aura. As they walked, they felt a strong aura faintly emitting all over their bodies.

The moment everyone walked out, a huge Buddhist eight-armed Vajra looked at her with glaring eyes.

King Kong's eyes are angry!

Power arises!

Lin Mang looked indifferent and let out a faint cold snort.

The evil spirit condenses!

The majestic aura was like a demon god, shattering the Buddhist Vajra with a knife.

"Amitabha!" Le Chen recited the Buddha's name lightly, looked at Lin Mang with unpredictable eyes, and said softly: "Donor Lin."

A trace of undetectable fear flashed deep in his pupils.

Lin Mang raised his hand and interrupted him directly, and said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense. Shaolin attacked and killed the Jinyiwei, and I want to ask for an explanation."

As soon as he finished speaking, a man wearing a monk's robe immediately glared and shouted: "You kill my master, and you want to ask me for an explanation from Shaolin today. What is the reason?"

The man is nearly two meters tall, has a fat face, a fierce face, and holds a knife in his hand.

At this moment, his face was full of anger and his eyes were even red.

"Shikong!" Le Chen turned his head and scolded him, and shook his head gently at him, indicating that he should not be impulsive.

Lin Mangyang glanced at him and patted Pixiu gently.

Pixiu understood it and stepped forward to the mountain gate.

Lin Mang looked down at Shi Kong from a high place and said lightly: "Is it your master?"

"yes!"

Shi Kong stared at Lin Mang coldly, his hand holding the ring knife tightened a little, and a trace of murderous intent surged in his heart.

Among the Shaolin halls, the Bodhidharma Hall, the Arhat Hall, the Prajna Hall and the Precepts Hall are the leaders.

The Bodhidharma Hall studies Buddhism, the Arhats and Prajna Halls study martial arts, and the Precepts Hall is responsible for the temple precepts.

However, this precept hall is not only responsible for the precepts in the temple, but also the responsibility of clearing the devil's way. It is inevitable that blood will be stained with on your hands, and your personality will naturally become more tyrannical.

Shikong is a person in the Precepts Hall, and he is also known as a "bad monk". He is well-known for his bad temper in the Precepts Hall.

Lin Mang nodded slightly.

In an instant, with a clang, the Xiuchun Knife drew its sword out of the sheath, and the vast sword light passed through the void.

Breaking the sky!

The blurred sword shadow is almost difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
To be continued...