Shaolin, whether it is a knight-errant or a wealthy family, all regard it as a holy place for martial arts.

For nearly a thousand years, except for the great man who founded the Wudang lineage, no one can surpass him.

Not to mention Daqian's warriors, even outsiders like Zhao Yu understand the importance of this place in the world.

Even the current Emperor Daqian admires Huang Lao and despises Buddhism, and the temples all over the world are dying.

But this ancient temple is still very popular.

On this day, thousands of people from all walks of life gathered on Shaoshi Mountain.

There are well-known and upright leaders, and there are also evil and heretical masters.

These warriors, who were usually incompatible with each other, were now together, and they vaguely shared the same hatred.

And all this is just because of a woman!

A woman who has caused a bloody storm in the world in just a few months.

"Master Abbot!"

At the mountain gate of Shaoshi, Xuannan, the head of Bodhidharma Monastery, and Xuanci, the abbot, walked towards the gate.

When people from the martial arts world enter Shaoshi Mountain, whether they are heroic masters or evil masters, you can't help but stop and salute Xuanci.

Abbot Xuanci returned the favor with a faint smile, but everyone could tell that Abbot Xuanci was intent on walking out of the mountain gate.

At this moment, outside the mountain gate, a group of soldiers dressed in red official robes rode straight towards Shaoshi Mountain.

The leader was wearing a red satin python robe, holding the horse's rein in one hand, and holding a yellow silk imperial edict in the other.

Of course, those who can ride on horseback in the holy land of martial arts are not ordinary people.

This leader is the Dongchang Governor who came to Shaolin Temple with the imperial edict!

Most people in the martial arts world don't like to associate with people in the government.

But those who are actually involved in it understand that it is not just the high-mindedness of the gangsters, but in fact the official uniforms simply do not look down on their recklessness.

Except for some rich and powerful families with deep roots, those who can really get into the eyes of the government have already received the fish and dragon bag and become the hawks and dogs of the government!

Zhang Jing rode on horseback with the imperial edict in hand. The heroes who were rushing to Shaoshi Mountain along the way stayed away from each other.

These normally self-proclaimed heroes are disgraced by the dust from wearing horseshoes, but they don’t even dare to fart!

This is Jianghu!

In the eyes of the imperial court, they were just a group of grasshoppers who had no place on the stage!

However, among these grasshoppers, there is also a big one...

When Zhang Jing saw from a distance Abbot Xuanci and a group of eminent monks who came out of the mountain gate to greet him, the imperial envoy, a trace of naked disdain flashed in his eyes.

"Bing the gong!"

Zhang Jing was about to arrive at the mountain gate, but he reined in his horse and gave instructions to Qianhu, the guard beside him.

"Follow the order!"

Following the order, Hu Qianhu turned around and waved behind him.

Immediately, the attendants came forward. Two people came up carrying a large gong with a yellow silk hanging on one side. The other person raised a huge gong hammer and struck it on the gong.

Dang! Dang! Dang!

The sound of vector gongs instantly penetrated the entire Shaoshi Mountain, overpowering the deep bells coming from the ancient temple.

All the wealthy people in the world looked at him one after another. Although they were very dissatisfied with this eunuch's arrogant behavior, no one dared to say a word when they saw the red python robe on his body and the imperial edict in his hand.

"The tortoise jumps when the water is shallow, the monkey hangs when the mountain is low..."

Seeing Zhang Jing riding forward, he was about to ride into the young room.

But at this time, no one noticed that there was a fat old man in slovenly clothes and with a beard at the edge of the crowd.

Seeing Zhang Jing about to ride his horse past the boundary monument of Shaoshi Mountain Gate, this slovenly old man who looked like a beggar raised his hand slightly.

Zhang Jing carried the imperial edict and rode on horseback. Seeing that the horse's hooves were about to cross the boundary monument, for some reason, the horse suddenly turned sideways and fell to the ground when he sat down.

Zhang Jing, on the other hand, knocked his head down directly on the bluestone.

The horses that followed him behind him were also out of control at this moment, neighing and struggling.

Many battles were knocked to the ground by frightened horses.

In an instant, Zhang Jing and his entourage, who were originally so arrogant, fell off their feet!

Zhang Jing stood up, holding the imperial edict in one hand and pressing the handle of the waist knife firmly with the other, looking around!

It stands to reason that he, the governor of the East Factory, is also a master of quality. Even if the horse is frightened, he will not be thrown directly on the bluestone!

But at the moment when the horse fell down, he could clearly feel that a force of strength pushed him, an expert, directly onto the bluestone.

And within one foot of him, no martial artist dared to approach him.

How could those martial arts warriors who passed by his vision have such a means of communicating with the gods?

"The poor monk Xuanci respectfully welcomes the emperor..."

At this time, Abbot Xuanci came forward with the heads of several courtyards, put his hands together and saluted Zhang Jing.

"I've met Master Abbot!"

Zhang Jing held the imperial edict in one hand and nodded slightly to Xuanci.

It is not difficult to see from the behavior of the abbot of Shaolin that even the Shaolin Temple, which has the most authentic martial arts in the world, has to be cautious when facing the imperial court.

After the two people greeted each other, they entered the temple one after another.

Then everyone followed, but their expressions were somewhat unnatural.

The sloppy old man also blended in with the crowd and walked into the gate of Shaolin Temple.

But unlike the impatient people around him, when this old man stepped into the gate of Shaolin Temple, there seemed to be a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

…

The imperial court actually sent people to participate in the demon-slaying conference.

In this way, some people in the world are a little wary of trying to fish in troubled waters.

The venue for the Demon Slaying Conference was chosen to be the Pagoda Forest in the Shaolin Temple.

Around the tower, there are some tables and chairs set up for visitors to sit down, and on the table above are the eminent monks of Shaolin.

And these seats set up around the venue are of course allocated to wealthy families and some magic masters.

As for the rest of the little guys, they can only stand on the outside and watch, while some warriors related to these big factions can stand closer.

As for Zhang Jing and his party, the seats were set up directly on the square platform!

High or low, three, six or nine...

In this ancient temple that promotes the equality of all living beings, it is still vividly displayed!

"Fellow martial arts comrades, before March, Jianghu..."

Master Xuanci stepped forward, clasped his hands and began to talk to the bigwigs around him.

It was nothing more than scolding Jiang Yuyan for the crimes he had committed in the past few months.

Finally, he praised the Shaolin monks who went to North Zhili to capture the devil.

After Xuanci finished talking, he subconsciously looked at Zhang Jing who was holding the imperial edict on one side.

"You don't need to pay attention to our family. We came here under the imperial decree just to take away the head of the devil. As for whose hands she will die, this is not something we can decide!"

Among the people present, there were many people whose martial arts foundation was stronger than Zhang Jing's, but there was no one who dared to be so arrogant!

"Xuannan, take the disciples of Bodhidharma Academy to the Lion Forest and ask the three uncles to bring the devil!"

After listening to Zhang Jing's words, Xuanci turned to the side and said to Xuannan, the head of Bodhidharma Academy.

"Follow the law!"
Chapter completed!