Immortal Martial Arts: Swordsmanship with Cursive Characters at the Beginning

　　"Amitabha, everyone, don't be impatient!"

　　The faint sound of the Buddha's trumpet sounded, and the darkness in the depths was suddenly illuminated.

　　The calm voice is like a mountain and a clear spring, washing away the restlessness and irritability in everyone's heart.

　　The monks all quieted down and bowed to the man's position.

　　"Zen master, the imperial court is coming, how should I deal with it?"

　　The monk in white pondered for a while, and said: "In those two calamities just now, the former is just ordinary, and most of them haven't really mastered their own power. Just find eighteen monks in the Taoist realm and set up the eighteen diamond arhats to deal with it! "

　　Hearing this, the monks were startled, and then they showed joy.

　　"It's so good, my Eighteen Arhat Formation of Buddhism is unpredictable, and I'm the best at using the weak to control the strong. It's definitely possible!"

　　"But... I don't have enough people to set up the formation right now!"

　　"Three brothers, Du Jie, Du Er, and Du Nan are in retreat, I can go and find them!"

　　"This... disturbing others to retreat is the last resort!"

　　"Shaolin is at the moment of life and death, why do you care so much, I'm going!" The old monk said, and disappeared directly in place.

　　The crowd fell silent for a while.

　　Immediately, he remembered something and asked: "Zen master, the second person who has survived the calamity... that is, the ninth prince of the Ming Dynasty, is it easy to deal with?"

　　The monk in white drooped his eyebrows and shook his head lightly. .

Chapter 107

　　Seeing the monk in white shaking his head, everyone panicked.

　　After a long time, he said softly, "The poor monk can't see through him!"

　　The voice fell, and everyone's eyes showed horror.

　　In front of him is one of the most wise Zen masters in Buddhism, and even in the whole Buddhism, he is also a top figure.

　　In this world, there are people who can't see through his eyes?

　　……

　　The ancient temple of blue bricks is located in the fragrant mist.

　　At this time in the past, the mountain gate was already crowded with people.

　　Pilgrims usually first bow in front of the Maitreya Buddha statue in the center of the mountain road, and then go up the corridor respectfully.

　　On both sides of the corridor, there are steles like forests.

　　It records the history of Shaolin Temple that has been handed down for thousands of years.

　　Compared with the mountain gate, this place is more like the face of the entire Shaolin Temple.

　　Every day, monks are arranged to clean up carefully.

　　But today, there are no pilgrims in front of the mountain gate.

　　On the corridor, there was no sign of the young monk sweeping the floor.

　　Looking into the distance, you can vaguely see a group of towers at the other end of the forest.

　　Still very quiet!

　　The entire Shaolin Temple seems to be an empty temple, and along the way, there is no one at all.

　　The group walked straight along the mountain road.

　　After passing the Hall of Heavenly Kings, the Hall of Daxiong, and arrived at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion!

　　There is no one in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

　　Lin Yuantu asked strangely, "What about the monks from the Shaolin Temple? Did 26 all run away?"

　　Sun Baifa shook his head and said, "All the roads down the mountain around the Shaolin Temple have been blocked off a few days ago, and none of them can go!"

　　Zhu Hao didn't speak and walked forward on his own.

　　The people around followed immediately.

　　Finally, we arrived in front of the Thousand Buddhas Hall.

　　Finally there is the shadow of Shaolin monks.

　　It's not guarding here, it's a sentry.

　　Seeing Zhu Hao and his group from a distance, they hurriedly ran towards the distance.

　　Zhu Hao did not order to do it, there is no need.

　　Seeing passing through the entire Shaolin, pushing aside the innermost courtyard, a bluestone-paved staircase leads to the mountain.

　　Li Xunhuan smiled: "Is this a plan to wait for work?"

　　Huang Xuemei said: "Perhaps I know that those ordinary disciples are just dying."

　　The crowd took it for granted.

　　Everyone knows in their hearts that there are not many people who can really participate in the battle between Six Gates and Shaolin Temple.

　　The vast majority of this trip is destined to be only a spectator.

　　Just spectators, they are lucky enough.

　　Walking up the steps along the mountain road, there is a corner in front of you.

　　After one step, the field of vision suddenly widened.

　　The breeze is blowing, the grass is slightly raised.

　　On the wide and flat Qingping, more than a dozen figures were waiting in full array.

　　At first glance, most of them are old monks.

　　Although there is no trouble thread on the head, the beard is pure white.

　　Experts in the Profound Realm are already able to prolong their life. If they are willing to put in the effort, it is not difficult to delay aging.

　　But obviously, the Shaolin Temple, the old antiques who don't walk outside all the year round, don't really care about those things.

　　The face of Li Xun Huan and the others couldn't help but turn serious when they met.

　　"Shaolin Temple is worthy of being the Taishan Beidou of the martial arts. This background...is not at the same level as the ordinary Jianghu martial arts!"

　　"Indeed!" Xi Chi felt the same way.

　　The former Yihua Palace was regarded as a forbidden place by the people in the rivers and lakes.

　　But in terms of heritage, it is more than twice as bad as Shaolin.

　　There are no less than three masters at the half-step fairy level alone in Shaolin Temple.

　　If it wasn't for this time, Zhu Hao and Sun Baifa were among their group, and I'm afraid they wouldn't even be able to get up to the back mountain.

　　A monk came out first and slowly saluted: "Ninth Prince, we meet again!"

　　Zhu Hao looked at him and said indifferently: "You Shaolin, you still have to embark on this road of self-willedness in the end."

　　That monk was Kong Jian, the principal of Shaolin's bright face at this time.

　　With a helpless expression on his face, he sighed: "Shaolin had no intention of interfering in world affairs, but you are persecuting too much, Ninth Prince."

　　Zhu Hao chuckled, and then said indifferently: "Since we have come this far today, gossip will be hands-free."

　　"Before sunset, whoever can leave Shaoshi Mountain, whoever said it is the truth!"

　　"The ninth prince insists on doing this. In order to defend the inheritance, Shaolin can only do one game with you!"

　　Not too much negotiation.

　　Except for Zhu Hao and Kongjian, who were right, the others didn't say a word.

　　Not a single simple figure was present.

　　No matter who it is, they have had an era of their own on this arena.

　　Among the clouds floating across the sky, there was once a piece with their names written on them.

　　They all knew that when things got to this point, they couldn't be solved with just a few words.

　　pat!

　　Including Soma, almost all the monks took a step forward.

　　Zhu Hao glanced at it, no more or less, exactly eighteen.

　　hum!

　　The old monks stood on a square inch of ground, their expressions were neither sad nor happy, their hands clasped together, and there were words in their mouths.

　　A solemn and solemn golden light floated from their monk robes and enveloped the sky above their heads.

　　Suddenly, there were whispers between heaven and earth, as if the Buddha was chanting sutras.

　　The clouds in the sky are changing, and stars are faintly emerging.

　　Their breath also rose with the tide, and a whistling wind was faintly set off.

　　Above this green flat, the corners of everyone's clothes began to fly up.

　　Zhu Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, noticing that the spirit, energy and spirit of these [-] old monks were condensed in one place.

　　"The Eighteen King Kong Arhat Formation!" Sun Baifa recognized it, and his face was a little dignified.

　　"Eighteen Taoist monks arranged the Vajra Arhat Formation, among which there are three half-step immortals. You are the first to enter this realm, can you be sure?"

　　"I haven't done much beautiful things in my life. Now I have a chance. How would I know if I don't try?"

　　Jingle Jingle!

　　As soon as they entered the battle, there was a crisp and shocking collision sound.

　　The golden light in the low sky was like flowing water, turning into eighteen Arhats, and the Buddha's light swayed.