At the beginning of Niujia Village, my sister-in-law and I depended on each other.

A hint of surprise flashed across the old monk's eyes. He obviously didn't expect Niu Dingtian to be able to tell his secret.

"A torn secret book. I didn't expect you to have seen it." He whispered, and golden light burst out around him, becoming more and more intense and fierce.

The light interwoven with gold and white instantly rushed out of the cave and out of the back mountain, causing the Five Breast Peaks to bloom with a bright and dazzling light.

The clock is ticking.

The monks in Shaolin Temple have already noticed the situation on the back mountain.

There was no way, the light was simply too bright, like a sun appearing in the inky black night.

The new abbot, Zen Master Tianming, rushed to the edge of the cliff in the backyard at the first opportunity. He looked towards a place in the back mountain, but felt blinded and could not see the specific situation clearly.

The rest of the monks arrived one after another, but the weaker ones were completely unable to see the center of the light.

As soon as I saw it, my eyes felt a stinging pain.

"What happened?" Wuxiang, the new head of the Arhat Hall, exclaimed.

He, Abbot Tianming, and Wu Se, the head of the Dharma Hall, were all just thirty years old. After Jue Zhen and Jue Xing disappeared, the three of them became the new leadership group of Shaolin Temple.

"Someone is fighting at the location of Bodhidharma Cave." Tian Ming narrowed his eyes and spoke in a concentrated voice, his heart unable to calm down.

He thought of what his great-uncle Master Kuhui had told him when he was young: there was a big demon hiding in the Bodhidharma Cave and he should not approach it easily!
"fighting……"

Hearing Tianming's words, Wuxiang and Wuse were horrified. They hurriedly blocked his attack with their hands, squinted their eyes and looked towards the other side of the cliff, with huge waves in their hearts.

The blazing light seemed solid and extremely dazzling. Powerful gusts of air, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, gushed out madly and rushed towards the surrounding mountains.

"What's the situation? It's too dazzling! I can't see anything." Wuxiang hurriedly used the thousand-pound weight to resist the surging air waves and asked loudly.

Tianming stood steadily on the edge of the cliff, his cassock whirring as the wind waves blew.

He squinted at the dazzling light a few miles away, shook his head, and whispered, "The light is too bright, I can't see clearly."

In fact, he was just guessing. From the fierce entanglement of two different forces, he felt that someone was fighting in the direction of Bodhidharma Cave.

As the light grew brighter, the sky in the distance seemed to be distorted, and fear gradually arose in Tianming's heart.

He suddenly shouted, "Quickly gather the disciples in the temple and quickly retreat down the mountain to prevent the great change from affecting this place!"

Wu Se and Wu Xiang did not dare to delay and hurriedly led a group of monks behind them back to the temple to pack up various scriptures and secret books.

"What happened to Senior Brother Wu Se?"

Jueyuan, the new guard of the Sutra Repository, had just sealed the second-floor windows in the face of a sudden strong wind when he saw his senior brother Wu Se leading several monks, rushing into the Sutra Repository in a hurry.

Although Jueyuan is of the same generation as Tianming, Wuse, Wuxiang, Juezhen and Juexing, his status in the temple is not high due to his different teachers and his status as a literary monk.

It was also two years ago, after Juezhen and Juexing suddenly disappeared, that he, together with Wu Se, Wu Xiang, and Tian Ming, became the guards of the Sutra Repository as a young force.

Hearing Jueyuan's question, Wu Se, who had a bad temper, had no time to explain. He just said it was the abbot's order and asked the monks to quickly pack up the secret books on the second floor.

Jueyuan was not angry. He quickly took out a few large curtains from the cabinet, spread them on the ground, and began to carefully pack the scriptures on the first floor.

When he put the books to an empty spot on the bookshelf, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The loss of the Sanskrit version of the Lankavatara Sutra has always made him feel a little regretful since he took office.

Inside the Bodhidharma Cave

The golden light around the old monk remained unchanged, but his face had become somewhat red, and the violent auras emitted by each of them were entangled with each other.

He looked up at Niu Dingtian, as if he was sure of victory, and smiled, "Your skills are indeed good, but if you don't retreat, you will eventually become my nourishment."

The two of them had been in a silent stalemate until now, and he was no longer sure he could keep Niu Dingtian.

The other party wanted to kill him, and he thought it was impossible, but he also found it difficult to stop the other party from escaping from the Bodhidharma Cave.

"You can try."

Niu Dingtian's face was extremely cold. He stared at the old monk and said coldly, "Old ghost, how many years have you not tasted the feeling of being struck by lightning?"

"Hmm?" The old monk's eyes narrowed.

Then, as if he had thought of something, his face changed slightly and he warned, "You have just entered the heavenly realm not long ago, and you can still stay in this world for some time, but if you attract the heavenly calamity that drives you away, neither of us can escape!"

"I'm just tough and can withstand being hit!" Niu Dingtian sneered.

The next moment, he concentrated all his strength into his right arm, and under the horrified gaze of the old monk, he turned his palm into a fist, swung it with a dazzling cold light, and delivered a powerful punch towards the top of Bodhidharma's cave.

"boom!"

"Rumble--"

Amidst a rumbling sound, the earth shook and silver light burst out.

Beams of blazing and dazzling silver light, like the scorching sun, burst up and directly cracked half of the Five Breast Peak.

"Dharma Cave is destroyed!"

"The secret can no longer be concealed!"

"Let's fight with all our might!"

Several loud shouts, like thunder, burst out from the cracked mountain and resounded throughout the Shaoshi Mountain.

"You are really looking for death!!!"

The sound of extreme anger followed.

Before he finished speaking, a bright light interwoven with gold and white instantly burst out of the mountain.

Then, like a rapidly rising sun, it moved rapidly among the mountains, carrying with it violent and raging cold and hot air waves. Wherever it passed, the ground shook and the mountains exploded.

“There really are people fighting!”

Tianming was standing on the edge of the cliff, and was blown away by the violent momentum when he was not paying attention.

He looked in horror at the blazing light moving rapidly among the peaks.

"Is this a human... or an immortal? The Bodhidharma Cave has been destroyed, and the Five Breast Peaks have been broken!"

Wu Se and Wu Xiang, who had already led the monks to retreat to the mountain gate, as well as a group of Shaolin disciples, looked at the horrifying scene in the distance, all of them filled with fear.

The huge noise and the blazing light of the battle between the two not only alarmed the entire Shaoshi Mountain, but also Dengfeng City at the foot of the mountain.

Zhongnan Mountain, inside a cave
Wang Chongyang, who was originally sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and flew out of the cave at a high speed.

After rushing to the top of the mountain, he looked solemn and stared towards the east.

"Is it the direction of Shaoshi Mountain?"

Wang Chongyang silently felt the two faint collisions of auras that made his heart palpitate, and his expression became more solemn.

A master like him who is at the top of the innate realm is already extremely sensitive to movement and stillness, not to mention the collision that made his heart palpitate.

"Two auras, why are there two? Could it be that someone has already broken through that realm?" Wang Chongyang muttered to himself.

Feeling the aura making him more and more nervous, he hesitated for a moment, and his figure instantly turned into a shadow, rushing in that direction. Lin'an City, Imperial Palace
Compared to the continuous autumn rain in Xiangyang, it is sunny here. The sunlight from the sky shines on the colorless glazed tiles, which is very beautiful.

Inside the hall, Patriarch Sunflower was wearing a fiery red dress, leaning on the bed. Her beautiful figure and face were even more charming than two years ago.

The only flaw was that the sleeve on his right arm was empty, making him look like a one-armed beauty.

Glancing at Eunuch Li kneeling under the bed, Sunflower Patriarch said coldly: "Since your martial arts have been abolished, why did you come back?"

Eunuch Li hurriedly said, "Grandmaster, please allow me to report this. I wanted to take advantage of the chaos in the Sun Moon Sect to escape, but I didn't want to be..."

"Whoosh!"

"boom!"

Before he could finish his words, the embroidery needle that Patriarch Kuihua was holding on the fingertips of his left hand shot out with a whoosh, and the powerful energy it brought with it actually blasted Eunuch Li's old body directly out of the palace gate, blowing it to pieces.

"Ancestor, I don't support idle people."

Patriarch Sunflower gently raised his hand, stroked his black hair in front of his chest, and spoke lightly.

At this moment, a chaotic sound of footsteps was heard outside the palace, and a middle-aged man in a dragon robe walked out of the palace gate surrounded by a group of eunuchs.

It is the current Emperor of Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuo.

Seeing the tragic scene at the entrance of the palace, Zhao Kuo waved his hand, dismissed the accompanying eunuchs, covered his mouth and nose, and walked into the hall along the corner of the wall.

"Ancestor."

Zhao Kuo bowed slightly.

"What's the matter?"

The Sunflower Patriarch fiddled with the hair in her hands seductively and asked in a calm voice.

Zhao Kuo hesitated for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "Right now in Xiangyang, the Sun Moon Divine Sect has a strong army, and the navy in Taihu Lake has reached nearly 50,000. I am really having trouble sleeping and eating."

"I have already found out that Niu Dingtian has not appeared for two years, and a pigeon just sent a letter saying that he did not show up during the riots in Jiugong Mountain a few days ago. I would like to ask the ancestor to take action once more. Let's strike first and have the upper hand."

"Strike first and gain the upper hand?" The face of the Sunflower Patriarch turned cold in an instant.

"I have long told you that a congenitally strong person should not interfere in worldly affairs at will. Last time I helped you, I was robbed of one arm by a heavenly tribulation, and you even got a county lord as compensation."

"What are you going to compensate this time? A duke? A princess? I heard that the boy likes married women. Why don't you send the queen or concubines from your harem to sleep with him?"

After hearing this merciless scolding, Zhao Kuo's face turned pale and blue.

He is the emperor after all, so he would be scolded like a grandson in front of this old monster.

But due to the other party's military strength and his reliance on the old ghost, he could only remain silent.

Seeing that this kid was angry but dared not speak, Patriarch Kuihua felt relieved. He thought to himself that although I am a eunuch, I am also the one who scolded several generations of emperors in your Zhao family.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to repel him, he suddenly felt something in his heart and looked towards the northwest.

"Such a horrific collision, could it be that the old ghost has come out?" The old ancestor of Kuihua muttered to himself.

"Ancestor, what happened?" Zhao Kuo leaned forward and asked softly. He was a little curious about who could make this old monster so fearful.

The old man Sunflower had an extremely conflicted look on his face.

"Grandmaster, I'm going to go out for a while. For the time being, please don't provoke the Niu guy!"

Finally, he left a warning, and his fiery figure instantly disappeared in the hall.

Mongolia, Inside the Golden Horde

The seats were full of guests and the dancing was graceful. It was the wedding banquet that Temujin was hosting for Yang Kang and Hua Zheng.

"Mr. Ouyang, please!"

"Mr. Murong, please!"

Temujin smiled and picked up the silver bowl on the table, saluted from a distance towards Ouyang Feng and Murong An on his left, and drank it first.

"I congratulate the Khan on having a good son-in-law!" Ouyang Feng glanced at Yang Kang opposite him with a smile, and raised his bowl to congratulate Temujin.

Murong An's eyes flickered slightly, and he also raised the silver bowl to return the greeting, saying with a smile: "Your Majesty is still young, but your skills are more profound than Master Ouyang's. It is a cause for celebration that the Khan has received a precious horse!"

Ouyang Ke, who was drinking with his head down, paused for a moment when he heard this, and a look of embarrassment flashed across his face.

This old guy is comparing him, who is thirty years old, with someone who is not even eighteen. Isn't this a clear humiliation to him?

The key point is that he has no way to refute it, and turning against each other is not on the same level, so he can only blame the resentment on Yang Kang opposite him.

Yang Kang was wearing a blue Mongolian robe and had a handsome face, which complemented the pink robe on Hua Zheng next to him, making him look particularly festive.

When he noticed the hidden hostility from Ouyang Ke, although he had a faint smile on his face, he was sneering in his heart.

I hate him so much that I have to find a chance to get rid of this guy as soon as possible!

After hearing the praise from Ouyang Feng and Murong An, Temujin couldn't help but laugh heartily and said loudly: "It is truly a cause for celebration that this Khan has such great people as Mr. Ouyang and Mr. Murong!"

Then he looked at Yang Kang and said with a smile, "Kang'er, Hua Zheng, why don't you two offer a bowl of wine to the two gentlemen?"

"Yes, Khan!" Yang Kang stood up and bowed according to Mongolian etiquette.

"Hey, why are you still calling me Khan?"

There seemed to be a hint of dissatisfaction on Temujin's face.

"Yes, Father Khan!"

Yang Kang had a serious attitude and immediately corrected the address. Seeing Hua Zheng sitting next to him with a calm expression, he took her little hand and pulled her up by scratching her palm.

"You know what, this Mongolian girl's hands are quite soft." Seeing Hua Zheng's slightly red face, Yang Kang felt proud. His good brother's woman finally fell into his hands!

Just as the two men raised the silver bowl to Ouyang Feng and Murong An, the black-robed man sitting next to Temujin suddenly stood up.

"What's wrong, Mr. Meng?" Temujin was startled and asked while pretending to be calm.

Seeing this, everyone in the golden tent turned their attention to him.

"I have to go out for a while." Mr. Meng looked towards the southwest with an extremely solemn expression.

"This……"

Temujin was somewhat unhappy.

If you leave, the two people below will be able to kill me easily.

"They don't dare!"

Mr. Meng snorted coldly, causing Ouyang Feng and Murong An's ears to buzz.

The two were so shocked that before they could react, his figure instantly disappeared into the golden tent. (End of this chapter)