"Amitabha!"

Le Chen recited the Buddha's name for a long time, folded his hands together, his long eyebrows slightly lowered, and said calmly: "Lin Zhenfu Envoy, this is the southern Shaolin."

“No one has ever trespassed in for hundreds of years.”

"Please forgive me for not being able to obey."

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful aura suddenly burst out from his body.

There is a hint of unquestionable meaning in the plain voice.

A faint pressure hit Lin Mang, and a powerful energy of heaven and earth gradually gathered around him.

The bells roared in the entire Shaolin Temple.

"Do!Do!"

Although there is no military formation, the Southern Shaolin has been rooted here for hundreds of years and has long been deeply rooted in it.

Hundreds of years of luck gathered in the body of dust.

Shaolin is Shaolin after all. If the Jinyiwei is allowed to break into the temple today, how can Shaolin gain a foothold in the world in the future?

"Amitabha!"

The monks behind him recited the Buddha's name for a long time and took a step together, with a firm look.

The monks in the Precepts Hall even glared at each other.

The majestic momentum gradually emerges.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

There seemed to be a layer of gunpowder smell in the air, on the verge of an explosion.

Le Chen's gentle face gradually showed a hint of coldness, and his tone became a little colder: "Envoy Lin, go back."

"Even if it is Dongchang, you must not enter my Shaolin!"

"Haha!" Lin Mang laughed to the sky, lifted his knife and pointed to the ground, and said coldly: "Dongchang?"

"You will bring the East Factory with me!"

"What's the East Factory!"

"The East Factory is also worthy of being compared with my Jinyiwei!"

Lin Mang's expression suddenly became cold, and his aura was like a mountain rising from the ground, and he said coldly: "All the world is the king's land!"

"Today, this Shaolin official broke through!"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Mang drove the Pixiu forward.

The majestic energy of heaven and earth roars.

The terrifying sword energy was released on the blade, and a phantom of the demon god surrounded by evil spirit appeared faintly.

The tyrannical demon spreads.

Some monks in Shaolin Temple, who are less powerful, have heavy breaths and red faces. Some even have murderous intentions and stare at Lin Mang coldly.

Le Chen frowned slightly and said coldly: "Empress Lin, you have actually practiced such evil and heretics."

"wake up!"

Le Chen said lightly, the sound was like thunder and the air exploded.

The howling sound waves spread under the urging of the true energy.

It feels like a morning bell and evening drum, shocking!

Lechen used the Buddhist lion roar to activate the Buddhist mantra, and then he broke the evil thoughts in everyone's hearts.

Lin Mang sneered without hesitation and sneered: "It is said that Buddhism emphasizes the purity of the six senses. According to my official's opinion, he is just a group of people who seek fame and reputation."

"Amitabha!" Le Chen recited the Buddha's name lightly, looked at Lin Mang, with a faint coldness in his eyes, and said softly: "Lin Zhenfu, you have become a devil."

"If you practice this kind of practice, it is sad to be able to practice Buddhism in my Shaolin."

The tone was calm, as if telling something extremely ordinary, and it was even more compassionate.

"Where is the Vajra of the Temple of Guarding Temple!"

After saying a word, eight extremely terrifying auras suddenly rose in the temple.

Immediately afterwards, eight burly monks covered with golden paint and a deep breath flashed out with sticks in their hands.

The moment it landed, the rocks on the ground cracked like spider webs.

The eight people fell to the ground like a huge rock that fell to the ground, and the ground trembled slightly at that moment.

Under the raised muscles, it seemed to be filled with explosive power, shaking the void.

The eight people intertwined their breaths, faintly converging into one, and their true energy was prosperous all over their bodies.

There was even more exploding sound of qi and blood in the body, like a roar of a big dragon.

The eight people fell into the surroundings, stood in different directions, vaguely surrounding Lin Mang.

"drink!"

"drink!"

The eight people shouted in unison, glaring at each other, and the fierce aura came to their faces.

The Vajra of Shaolin Temple are all outstanding disciples selected from each hall. They do not practice Buddhism, only practice martial arts, and are proficient in Shaolin skills.

And these eight people are in the master realm, which shows the foundation of Shaolin.

There are only a few masters in ordinary sects and lakes.

Lin Mangmang looked at the eight people, and without saying a word, he drew his sword and slashed it.

The cold voice exploded with the strong wind:

"The Jinyiwei obeys the order!"

"kill!"

The last word fell, and Lin Mang had already entered the formation of the Vajra of the Temple.

Cut out with one knife!

The pure yang true fire tens of feet long surged out, like tearing apart the heaven and earth.

A tyrannical and arrogant sword slashed directly at Chen, with murderous intent.

Le Chen's face changed slightly.

He didn't expect that the Jinyiwei tutor would be so decisive when he took action.

At this time, he truly saw the strength of this person.

The Grandmaster of the Sixth Realm!

Le Chen's eyes were slightly deeper, but he didn't expect that such a person would appear in the world again after not leaving the temple for a long time.

"Amitabha."

Le Chen gently recited the Buddha's name and said calmly: "Envoy Lin is already a demon, please take him into the demon-suppressing tower."

He sighed in his heart.

After all, he is not a Buddha, but also a person in the secular world.

Although I don’t understand deeply, I think that I am just acting, I must be a vengeful person, and my grudges have been formed.

If you give this son a hundred years, it may be a disaster in Shaolin and a disaster in the martial arts world.

Why don't he break his cultivation and seal it with the Demon-Suppressing Tower? If the court sends people to ask for it, he will return it to them.

Although he was the Jinyiwei tutor, Shaolin did not hurt his life.

With the prestige of Shaolin, at most, he could send monks to serve the court for decades.

When Shaolin monks went out of the temple to fight against the Japanese, that wasn’t that the case?

As long as people do not die, the court will be able to live up to its face.

If he dies, the court will definitely take action, but a deposed person is not worthy of the court's great war.

Shaolin can stand in the world for so long, and there are people in the court who can protect it.

A group of Jinyiwei was waiting for the sword, holding the strong hands, pulling the trigger, and the sound of the machine spring turning sounded one after another.

In an instant, the rain of arrows filled the sky!

With a long sleeve, Le Chen shook his true energy surged, condensed into a long river, rolling down the rain of arrows in the sky.

However, some monks still fell into the mountain gate.

Soon, miserable wails sounded.

Le Chen's face darkened, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.
To be continued...