Tang Dynasty: Starting from Kou Zhong, the heavens rise!

Everyone present was shocked, especially the monks from Shaolin Temple, whose expressions changed greatly.

Because the face of the burly figure was exactly the same as that of Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan, but a little older.

"At that time, I did not win the heart of Shaolin Kung Fu, but someone wronged me. For 30 years, I hid in the Shaolin Temple and watched Shaolin Kung Fu all over. Listen to the bald donkeys present, if you have the ability, kill me, otherwise , Shaolin martial arts will surely flow into Daliao."

"It's good. Once you create a cause, there will be a result."

Shaolin abbot Xuanci looked at Ye Erniang and Xu Zhu, then at Xiao Yuanshan, with an incomprehensible expression: "I made a big mistake with just one thought. I am responsible for everything today. If I can settle all these grievances with my death, I would like to Kill yourself and apologize!”

"Abbot!"

The surrounding Shaolin monks couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Not urgent."

With a slight smile, Kou Zhong said meaningfully: "Since you are watching a play, you must watch it from beginning to end."

"This little monk just recognized his father and mother, how could he say goodbye to his parents so quickly?"

"What's more, there's an important person who didn't show up, right? Murong Bo."

"Hahaha!"

Amidst the laughter, the thin figure also took off the black mask, revealing a face similar to Murong Fu's.

"Dad! Are you not dead?"

Murong Fu exclaimed, his face full of disbelief.

"Man proposes, God disposes."

"The failure back then was indeed something I didn't expect."

"In order to avoid being chased by his enemies, he had to fake his death and hide in the Shaolin Temple."

"I originally wanted to save strength for my Dayan, but visitors from another world have already appeared in this world, and there is no chance."

"His Majesty the Emperor of Chu actually went to such great lengths to fight for a mere subordinate. I am deeply moved."

Murong Bo, who ignored Murong Fu, instead focused on Kou Zhong. Unlike Xiao Yuanshan, he was always paying attention to the situation in the world. Naturally, he knew that a black-armored torrent was running through the Northern Song Dynasty, Liao Kingdom, Xixia, and Tubo, and was invincible. Even Soldiers are all acquired warriors.

From Dali Kingdom to the Northern Song Dynasty, Murong Bo heard clues about Da Chu, and naturally guessed the identity of the young man in Xuanyi in front of him.

"Ha ha!"

With disdain on his face, Kou Zhong sneered: "Do you think I'm here for you? Even you, an ant, are worthy of it!"

"I am here today indeed for the Shaolin Temple, because the Shaolin Temple hides a great master who is the best in the world."

"Senior, after staying here for so many years, it's time to show up."

The words, accompanied by the majestic power of true energy, spread throughout Songshan Mountain and echoed frequently.

In the eyes of everyone, a figure walked through the air and appeared in front of the Sutra Pavilion at the back of the Shaolin Temple. It turned out to be a skinny monk wearing a green robe. It could be seen that he was already quite old, with a few sparse hair. The long beard is all white.

"The layman is good at cultivation!"

"Before the old monk passed away, it was difficult to predict whether he would encounter such an opportunity."

"Jushi Murong, Jushi Xiao, you two have lived here for decades and have turned over the scriptures in the pavilion in a mess. You don't know why."

Facing everyone's gaze, the old monk shook his head and sighed.

"How come I've never seen you?"

Xiao Yuanshan looked at the old monk with a puzzled expression.

"The layman Xiao was addicted to the martial arts classics and had no other thoughts. Naturally, he couldn't see the old monk. He remembers that the first time he came to secretly read was a book of Wuxiang Jie finger manuals. From then on, the layman became obsessed. It's a pity. Oh, what a pity!”

Hearing this, Xiao Yuanshan's doubts deepened, and he asked again: "How do you know so clearly?"

"The second time Master Xiao came to secretly read a book called Prajna Palm Technique, the old monk sighed at that time."

"Knowing that the layman had fallen into the devil, and was getting deeper and deeper, he couldn't bear it, so he placed a Lotus Sutra and a Zagama Sutra in the place where the layman usually collects books."

"I just hope that the layman can borrow it for study and enlightenment, but the layman doesn't care."

Then, the old monk continued: "Murong is a member of the Xianbei tribe, but he has lived in the south of the Yangtze River for several generations."

"Old monk, I thought you had gotten involved with some of the literary talents of the Southern Dynasties, but unexpectedly you came to the Sutra Collection Pavilion and discarded all my ancestor's subtle French words and the sayings of eminent monks of all ages, like old shoes, and picked up a small book. The flower finger technique is like finding a treasure."

"Principal Xiao just took a look at the existing martial arts in our temple, but Practitioner Murong was so greedy that he actually included 72 unique skills in our temple."

"As everyone knows, in our temple's martial arts, the more profound the Dharma is, the greater the progress will be. On the contrary, it will only fall into a state of confusion."

Geek!

The voice fell.

Murong Bo's expression suddenly changed, and Xiao Yuanshan also became a little weird.

How did they know that there are so many ways to practice Shaolin stunts? They just thought that their recent discomfort was just old age and physical weakness.

"May I ask if the eminent monk is the ancestor of our temple?"

The Shaolin monks on the side stepped forward and asked.

Before the old monk could speak, Kou Zhong chuckled: "Okay, you bald donkeys of Shaolin Temple, don't recognize your ancestors."

"He is not a monk from Shaolin Temple. He must be the ancestor of Qingliang Temple in Mount Wutai. He has lived for more than 100 years."

"Yes, Yang Yande."

"Amitabha."

After hearing this, the old monk put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.

Everyone present could not help but be shocked. The old monk in front of them actually lived for more than 100 years. How is this possible? !

"Yang Yande, are you Yang Wulang, the younger brother of my Daliao Jin Dao Prince Consort and the son of Yang Ye?"

Xiao Yuanshan looked at the old monk in front of him with surprise, this man who was once recorded in the records of the Liao Kingdom.

"hiss!!!"

Everyone gasped again.

At this time, Kou Zhong smiled and explained: "Back then, this old guy was indeed a monk at Qingliang Temple in Wutai Mountain, but Qingliang Temple was destroyed by the Liao Kingdom and there was no one left."

"He then came to the Shaolin Temple, and the person who rescued him was Xiaoyaozi, the leader of the Xiaoyao sect, who taught him the "Eternal Life Changchun Kung Fu"."

"Otherwise, how could he break through the Gang realm and become one of the few great masters in the world."

"Okay, it's time to finish today's business."

"I am a middle-aged man. The Murong family is from the Xianbei Hu tribe. My hands are stained with blood. I am guilty of an unforgivable crime and must be punished!"

A word fell.

Murong Bo and his son Murong Fu were directly bombarded by the Chaos True Essence, turned into minced meat, and dissipated.

With everyone stunned, Kou Zhong looked at Xuanci, Ye Erniang, and Xiao Yuanshan: "Xuanci has made a big mistake and must not go unpunished. Ye Erniang has also been stained with a lot of blood over the years. I will ruin your martial arts."

"what?!"

As he said that, Xuanci and Ye Erniang were hit by a beam of chaotic true energy, and they let out a tragic wail. Their skills were broken, and their entire bodies became more than ten years older. Even if they could survive, they would only live for a few years at most.

"As for you, Xiao Yuanshan, if you don't lose your Buddhist martial arts skills, you will be a loser."

With a wave of his hand, Kou Zhong sent a burst of chaotic energy into Xiao Yuanshan's body.

"Um?!"

Xiao Yuanshan let out a muffled groan, and the meridians all over his body were broken by the chaotic true energy. The hidden wounds and true energy in his body exploded completely, his face became particularly ferocious, blood continued to spurt out of his body, and his whole person turned into a bloody man.

After struggling for a while, Kou Zhong popped out a red fruit and fell into his mouth.

"Bang!!!"

Under the gaze of all the Shaolin monks, Xiao Yuanshan was relieved and entered the innate realm again, radiant.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Xiao Yuanshan woke up and couldn't help but kowtow to thank him.

He knew that if Xiao Feng hadn't worked for Da Chu, he would never have gotten this opportunity (Nuo Hao Zhao).

"Old monk."

"I will help you and Shaolin Temple handle these matters."

"Next, it's time to talk about my request."

Taking a deep look at the sweeping monk, Kou Zhong said calmly: "Buddhism in Dachu has withered, and only the Miyin Temple lineage comes from the world of wind and cloud."

"Now, the Miyin Temple lineage has taken root in the Western Continent and educated the barbarians in the far west."

"I hope that the Shaolin Temple lineage can take root in Persia, educate the Persian people, and purify Zoroastrianism and Green Cultism."

"Amitabha, the old monk took charge of this matter on behalf of the Shaolin Temple."

The sweeping monk sang the Buddha's name and readily agreed.

"Okay, pack up and head to Bianjing as soon as possible. This world is about to collapse."

Before he finished speaking, Kou Zhong had already left Songshan Envoy with his people.

........

It was December 26, the second year of Zhaowu in the Great Chu Dynasty.

The last batch of people from the Tianlong World took root in the Tiannan Governor's Mansion. The total number of people from all ethnic groups was approximately 5000 million.

Among them, two-thirds were allocated to Hezhong, Bohai, Tiannan, Zhenla, Champa, Dongying, Luzon, Persia, Liaodong, and Beiting Governor's Offices, and one-third was included in the nearest states and counties, enriching the The population of border counties has intensified the development of border areas.

As the population of Tianlong World merged into Dachu, the population of Dachu once exceeded [-] million. In addition to the newly divided Old Port Governor's Palace, Makassar Governor's Palace, Java Governor's Palace, Dongzhou Governor's Palace, and Zifuzhou Governor's Palace In addition to the governor's palace, all the governor's palaces and the governor's palaces have a population of at least tens of millions.

Moreover, the addition of a hundred yellow-level flying warships enabled the Feiyun Army to master 130 flying warships, which can transport more than 50 people at a time, as well as a large number of soldiers, armor, elixirs, etc., and then harvest them from various places. The spiritual rice is transported back to Chang'an, forming a cycle.

In this way, the entire world of Dachu takes on a prosperous and prosperous attitude, becoming more and more prosperous.

Chapter 172: Foresight, the vast world of Kyushu!

It was December 27, the second year of Zhaowu in the Great Chu Dynasty.

Imperial Palace, inside the Chaotian Palace.

Dali's Duan clan, Xiaoyao sect, Xiao Feng and his son looked around curiously.

Just now, they arrived on the palace tree in a flying warship. When they saw the white cloud-like leaves supporting the imperial palace, who could look at it calmly?

"His Majesty arrives!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came from outside.

Everyone couldn't help but look extremely serious, staring at the dragon chair at the top. They saw Kou Zhong, who was wearing a black Shanhe official uniform and an imperial crown, accompanied by many attendants, slowly ascended the throne and sat in the middle.

"See Your Majesty!"

Everyone in Tianlong World kneeled down to salute.

"Flat body."

Kou Zhong waved his hand and said calmly.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Everyone stood up slowly, and no one dared to look directly at Kou Zhong, because the pressure that Kou Zhong brought to them now was like a bird's-eye view from above the nine heavens, making people tremble all over and feel convinced, except for Zhong Ling's round figure. A look of curiosity appeared on his little face.

"Read the imperial edict!"

Following Kou Zhong's soft drink, the attendant next to him immediately took out an imperial edict and spoke loudly:

"Emperor's edict: The Duan family played the most important role in this campaign against Tianlong. They specially granted Tianlong Temple the third branch of Dachu Buddhism, with Master Yideng as the abbot, and gave it to Tianlong Temple to preach in the Tiannan Governor's Mansion. Everything needed was provided. Issued by the Religious Secretary.”

"Duan Yu, the former leader of the Dali Kingdom, and Xiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan, worked diligently and were specially given the title of earl, general, and command of Lantian's army."

"Duan Zhengming, Zhong Wanchou, and Duan Zhengchun went out to guard the towns in Yinzhou, and Xiao Yuanshan and Duan Yanqing were appointed as the six-door arrest leaders."

"Wu Yazi, Li Qiushui, and Tianshan Tonglao were transferred to Yinzhou, Shangzhou, and Kunlunzhou Taixuezheng, Su Xinghe was appointed as the director of the Imperial Academy, and the eight friends of Hangu were all assigned to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, waiting to be assigned to various cabinets to serve as directors. Once the rewards have been received Send them to their respective mansions.”

"From now on, you will go to the Religious Department, the Fifth Military Governor's Mansion, the Ministry of War, the Six Gates, and the Imperial College to report on your duties."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"