"This kind of bullshit rule does not apply to me!"

The cold sound seemed to cover up the majestic sound of rain in an instant.

The monks following Xuan Zhen were full of anger and looked angry.

When has the dignified Shaolin and the Thousand-year-old treasure temple been bullied like this?

People in the world pay attention to face.

However, Shaolin is different from Tantric Buddhism and focuses on rules. Xuan Zhen is here, so naturally there is no way they can interrupt.

Xuan Zhen sighed, looking helpless.

Xuanming entrusts the disciples of Nan Shaolin and inheritance to him, and the Buddhist lineage is the same as the branches. If he handed over it today, how can Shaolin become the leader of this Buddhist sect in the future?

If you really act like this, it will probably make Shaolin disciples even more free from their worries.

But if we don't hand over, today's conflict may be inevitable.

In the future, the conflict between Shaolin and the imperial court will never be reconciled.

Now it is a dilemma.

A trick to kill the heart!

"Clang!"

Suddenly, Lin Mang pulled out the embroidered spring knife at his waist, and the gilded silver embroidered spring knife exuded a cold light.

The cold sword energy filled the bones.

In a trance, I felt like the rain curtain was shattered by this knife.

Lin Mang raised his knife and pointed his finger, and said coldly: "If Shaolin doesn't come out today, don't blame me for breaking through."

The cold murderous intent bloomed quietly!

The Three Thousand Jinyiwei drew their swords with a tacit understanding.

"Yue! Yue! Yue!"

In an instant, countless Jinyiwei pulled out his swords and the sound of the sword suddenly erupted.

The raindrops fell on the embroidered spring knife and quietly slid down the blade.

The atmosphere was instantly tense!

At this moment, a group of people broke out from the temple in the back, holding weapons.

The three first ones are three old monks.

The three of them looked extremely old, wearing simple monk's robe, and ran out angrily.

"Lin Mang!"

An old monk said coldly: "Don't you just want our lives?"

"But my life is not that easy to take!"

Seeing everyone, Xuan Zhen's face changed slightly and she sighed: "Master Dunan, why do you have to come out?"

Du Nan raised his hand, looked at Xuan Zhen and shook his head, "Abbot, this matter is my Nan Shaolin business, so you don't have to participate in it."

The three people who walked out were the old monks of the Southern Shaolin Du generation.

To overcome difficulties, to overcome difficulties, to overcome difficulties, to overcome suffering!

These three people are the oldest group in the Southern Shaolin qualifications, and are also the disciples of Shaolin when they first went south to build. They are also the last foundation of the Southern Shaolin.

Over the years, they have stayed in the Shaolin Secret Realm and no longer managed the matter.

For Nan Shaolin, as long as these three people live, their background will be there and their inheritance will be there.

The long life span allowed them to be proficient in the Buddhist scriptures.

For many old Shaolin monks, Shaolin will try every means to extend their lifespan.

For Shaolin, they have no shortage of resources, but what they lack is these experienced old monks.

When Xuanming disbanded Shaolin, they also obtained their consent.

Since the disbandment of Southern Shaolin, they have led the remaining disciples to Northern Shaolin.

For Bei Shaolin, it is even more difficult to get three old monks of the Du generation.

Du Nan shouted coldly and said loudly: "This matter has nothing to do with Bei Shaolin, we are secretly hiding it in Bei Shaolin."

As soon as these words were said, they were considered to have picked the Northern Shaolin clean.

Xuan Zhen sighed lightly and recited the Buddha's name for a long time.

Lin Mang looked at the three of them with interest and said lightly: "I thought you would keep hiding in Shaolin."

Du Nang glanced at Master Dashan and sneered: "The people of Tantric Buddhism are still like this, and they are with these hawks and dogs!"

If you have a grudge with Lin Mang, you will be a dispute with Tantra.

If we really talk about hatred, the hatred between Shaolin and Tantric Buddhism will be even greater.

"Amitabha." Master Dashan chanted the Buddha's name lightly and whispered: "I came here just to preach."

"Preach the Lord?" Du Nan sneered and said coldly: "In the Central Plains, you can't spread the Lord!"

"Where do you come from, go back!"

Du Nan and Du Er who were beside him looked at each other, and their thoughts were already familiar with each other.

It is inevitable that you will surrender.

If they follow the Jinyiwei to the Jinyiwei, they will no longer have the ability to resist.

Anyway, they have not had enough time, so why not do the last thing for Shaolin.

For Shaolin, Tantric preaching brings greater harm than Lin Mang.

The three of them took a step together!

In an instant, a terrifying vast aura swept across the world.

The rainy curtain seemed to be shattered!

In this moment, a terrifying force seemed to surge in the old body.

The withered qi and blood are reviving!

True energy flows through all limbs and bones.

The whole body emits dazzling Buddha light.

Behind the three, there were hundreds of Southern Shaolin monks.

Among them are old monks of the Xuan generation, monks of the Kong generation.

These are all people who follow Du Nan and seek death with all their hearts.

The Buddhist beads in Du Nan's hand shone with a dazzling Buddha light. The Buddhist beads forged with some metal hit Lin Mang, as if they were pressing against Mount Tai.

Du E and Du Ku attacked Master Da Shan.

Lin Mang looked at the scene with a cold expression and said coldly: "Master Dashan, the opportunity for preaching is close to you, what are you waiting for?"

"Amitabha!"

Master Dashan sighed and recited the Buddha's name, and the peaceful expression on his face disappeared.

"Three, I'm sorry."

The contradiction between Shaolin and Tantric Buddhism is simply irreconcilable.

Lin Mang's expression remained unchanged. Just as the Buddhist bead was about to come, the embroidered spring knife in his hand suddenly slashed out.

The vast and terrifying sword energy directly shattered the Buddhist beads.

The broken Buddhist beads fell to the ground, making slight sounds.

At this time, Master Dashan also greeted him, and together he brought a group of Tantric masters.

In addition to the three masters, there are eight masters.

"Tanishism!"

Xuan Zhen's face was slightly dark.

It has been hundreds of years since Tantric Buddhism has not been seen walking in the Central Plains. Even Shaolin knows the true power of Tantric Buddhism.

If Tantric Buddhism lays the foundation in the Central Plains this time, and Tantric Buddhism will influx into the Central Plains in large quantities in the future, it will cause greater trouble.

This is also why they tried their best to prevent Tantric Buddhism from preaching in the Central Plains.

Seeing Lin Mang shattering the Buddhist beads with one sword, Du Nan's face darkened.

Although the attack just now was not his full strength, it was definitely not something that ordinary people could take.

Everything today has arisen because of people. If there was no dispute over Taoism, he would rather kill this person.
To be continued...