"Brother Yang, what kind of riddle are you talking about? Why can't I understand it?"

The Jiuyang Zhenjun on the side was full of questions. He especially hated chatting with these monks because these monks talked like a forty-year-old man peeing, intermittently, and never had a good time.

Xu Tong pointed at his feet, looked around with his eyes, and looked around through the Qimen of the Life Eye. He could see that there was great luck rising in this mountain, but the luck was still dormant at this moment and had not yet taken shape.

"The terrain of this mountain is unique. Looking from the north to the south, you can see nine peaks stacked on top of each other, shaped like a thousand-leaf lotus. It is the shape of a nine-headed lotus. It is a good place to establish a sect."

As soon as Xu Tong said these words, Jiuyang Zhenjun didn't understand what he meant, but Old Man Gusu on the side already understood.

Ever since Xu Tong killed Feng Tianhua and left, the Five Mountains Sword Alliance has completely ceased to exist in name only. The old guy Gu Zang walked on the way up the mountain and not only transferred the disciples of the Huashan Sect to his disciples, but also spared none of the other three sects.

How to resettle so many people is still a big problem. Now with Xu Tong's guidance, the problem can be easily solved. Just establish a sect in Songshan Mountain and resettle them on the spot.

"Amitabha, Your Majesty's words are very kind. Please give the name to the new temple." The ancient Tibetan monk looked at Xu Tong with a smile.

“Give me a name??”

This stumped him. The last thing he knew was naming others, but he was very good at giving nicknames.

But after thinking about it, I felt relieved. This place already had a name, so why bother to get it by myself? When a sword energy popped out and struck a big stone on the side, when the dust on the stone dispersed, three people were revealed.

One word: "Shaolin Temple!"
Chapter completed!