Immortal Martial Arts: Swordsmanship with Cursive Characters at the Beginning

　　More than a dozen old-looking monks gathered together.

　　If you want to throw someone in the arena, you will definitely find that no one here is familiar.

　　There are only a few vague people, who seem to be familiar with each other.

　　Because the people here are almost all famous rivers and lakes who became famous hundreds of years ago.

　　Many have been hidden for years.

　　There are almost only portraits circulating.

　　Therefore, most people think that these people are long gone.

　　As one of the Big Dippers of Mount Tai in the Daming Rivers and Lakes, Shaolin has a profound heritage.

　　I am afraid that not many people in this arena know that the existence of the Taoist realm alone, Shaolin has a full double-digit accumulation.

　　It's just that at this moment, these very high-ranking old monks have fanaticism and respect on their faces.

　　There is no such thing as the calm and calm look of the sky in the slightest on weekdays.

　　They respectfully surrounded a figure, keeping their posture extremely low.

　　The man sat facing the altar, his white robes spotless.

　　It was dark all around.

　　There was a faint light lingering on him.

　　It seems that any filth in this world is difficult to contaminate him.

　　Eyebrows were lowered, and his expression was as calm as an ancient well.

　　Just standing beside him brings a genuine sense of peace.

　　"Zen Master, I've heard your name for a long time, but I didn't expect to see you with my own eyes!"

　　"Amitabha! The Zen master's visit to Southern Shaolin really made me wait for this Shaoshi Mountain to flourish!"

　　"Goodness, goodness! I was still worried about how to resist the people coming from the court. Now that the Zen master is here... everything will be safe and worry-free!"

　　If this scene is spread out, I am afraid that the entire river and lake will lose their eyes.

　　Who would have thought that these once highly respected monks would have such a flattering face.

　　At the very center, surrounded by monks in white, their expressions were indifferent, neither sad nor happy.

　　He was not shaken in the slightest by the words of the people around him.

　　Just listen to them quietly.

　　He didn't open his eyes until everyone closed their mouths.

　　At this moment, the darkness around him was instantly dissipated.

　　All the monks were stunned.

　　They had never seen such bright eyes.

　　Like a piece of beautiful jade, it has been wiped for thousands of years, thousands of years, with the utmost seriousness and care.

　　He opened his mouth calmly, but his voice was like a bell: "Amitabha, I am a Buddhist, guard against arrogance and impetuosity, guard against greed, anger and delusion, the performance of all the talents has greatly disappointed the poor monk!"

　　As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence.

　　After a long time, an apologetic voice sounded: "Zen master, I have not been able to cultivate my state of mind, so I made you laugh!"

　　"No wonder I'm waiting. It's really the Ming Dynasty that bullied people too much and wanted to suppress people with power! My Southern Shaolin heritage has been passed down for thousands of years. If it was destroyed in one fell swoop..."

　　"It's okay for me to wait for my body to die, but if this Buddhist foundation is gone, I will have no face to meet the Buddha!"

　　Hearing these sorrowful voices, the monk in the middle frowned slightly.

　　He could not hear the falsehood in the emotions of these monks.

　　But there is one thing he has to care about, and that is the inheritance of Buddhism.

　　Southern Shaolin is the most important place for Buddhists to collect their beliefs in Daming, and the number of believers offering offerings every year is huge.

　　For Buddhism, if it is controlled by the court like this, the loss is immeasurable.

　　Immediately helplessly, he said: "Forget it, when the ninth prince attacked Shaolin, the poor monk would block and persuade them to retreat!"

　　Hearing this, a feeling of joy spread.

　　In recent days, the anxiety in his heart has finally been relieved, and the expression on his face has returned to the indifference of the past.

　　With this shot, even if the imperial army overwhelms the realm, it will definitely not move Shaolin.

　　Suddenly, a thunderstorm rang out from the sky.

　　The white-robed monk suddenly raised his head, his deep eyes seemed to be pierced through nothingness, looking towards the extreme distance.

　　He stood up slowly, with a complicated look on his face.

　　……

　　The barren hills are overgrown with weeds.

　　Looking around, there are not many tall trees.

　　On the contrary, there are a few lonely big stones, which are very conspicuous.

　　In such a place, birds and beasts are reluctant to approach.

　　But for Sun Baifa at this time, it was an excellent location.

　　"About the robbery, does the court have any relevant records?" On another hilltop, Zhu Hao asked Lin Yuantu beside him.

　　Lin Yuantu pondered for a while, and said, "The gods of the land are in a realm other than human beings! Those who pass through are transcendent and become holy, their lifespan is almost endless, and they have unpredictable abilities..."

　　Zhu Hao listened lightly, without interrupting.

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　　Lin Yuantu added: "Therefore, when you enter the land of the gods, the heaven will be tested. First, there are three thunder tribulations. It will turn into ashes!"

　　"After the thunder tribulation, there is one more level!"

　　"It is to use the condensed avenue of self-comprehension to blast open the gate of heaven!"

　　Zhu Hao raised his brows: "Tianmen?"

　　Lin Yuan said: "Exactly, the gate of heaven is illusory, and rumors contain the secret of immortality, only the gods of the land can spy on it!"

　　"And the only way to open the gate of heaven is Dao! Apart from Dao, no matter how powerful the attacking force is, it cannot shake the gate of heaven even a little bit."

　　Hearing this, Zhu Hao nodded lightly, knowing clearly in his heart.

　　The so-called Tianmen is roughly the origin of this world.

　　It contains the core power and secrets of this world, which is the rumored way of heaven.

　　Taoist, the source of all things.

　　Everything in this world, whether visible or not, is derived from the Tao.

　　The martial arts and spiritual methods practiced by warriors still come from the Tao.

　　Only those who return to the basics and understand the true meaning of the Tao have the possibility of opening the gate of heaven.

　　While thinking about it, a rumbling sound suddenly sounded in the sky.

　　For a moment, the world was silent.

　　All the birds and beasts were lying on the ground at this moment, twitching their bodies, trying to hide their bodies with dead leaves and soil.

　　And people... no one has ever heard such a terrifying sound of thunder.

　　Not from the outside world, but directly from the depths of the heart, the shocked person trembled, and every pore suddenly opened.

　　Everyone's fists couldn't help clenching, and their hearts were raised in their throats.

　　As if they were about to cross the tribulation.

　　That thunderous thunder set off a prelude to the catastrophe.

　　The clouds in the sky fluttered so fast, as if the whole sky was moving at an extreme speed.

　　Soon the sun disappeared and night came... but there were no stars and moons.

　　The world is plunged into unspeakable darkness.

　　No one dared to make the slightest sound, and even his breath was stuck in his throat.

　　Boom!

　　Another thunder struck, and almost everyone's body couldn't help shaking violently.

　　Trembling from the soul!

　　Tianwei!Ten thousand.

Chapter 101

　　Zhu Hao felt two warm hands grabbing his wrist, still shaking.

　　Looking back, Yaoyue and Lianxi bit their lips, their faces pale.

　　Their cultivation base is still too low, and it is normal that they cannot bear the pressure of the catastrophe, and it has nothing to do with their xinxing and courage.

　　Even many people from the Dao Profound Realm couldn't help but lose the blood on their faces.

　　He also bit his red lips and clenched his fists, still unaware of the blood spilling out.

　　Zhu Hao patted the backs of the two girls' hands, and took a ray of True Essence in.

　　As soon as the unique power aura of Swallowing Devil Art entered their bodies, it immediately dispelled the coercion of the heavenly tribulation.

　　Their faces quickly softened.

　　Zhu Hao repeated his old trick and held Huang Xuemei's palm.

　　At this moment, the sky suddenly lit up.