Shaoshi Mountain, at the foot of the mountain, on the long, winding and overgrown steps leading to the mountain, a person is stepping up the stone steps step by step.

This man has long, loose hair and is wearing a blue robe. He has an ordinary appearance, but he has a majestic demeanor.

With both hands on his back, his steps were neither fast nor slow, slow and powerful. With each step, he was dozens of feet away.

In a blink of an eye, we were halfway up the mountain.

This man stopped.

A tall and burly monk, exuding a fierce and domineering aura, appeared and stood in front of him.

He has a strong body, kinky muscles, and looks no more than forty.

It is unbelievable that a moment ago, this was the old monk with a stooped back and skin as old as an old tree, as if he would fall over in the wind and die at any time.

Even the originally bald mouth had two rows of teeth as white as jade.

Turning back time, rejuvenating oneself is nothing more than that.

"The Shaolin Sacrifice Technique is truly extraordinary and truly a miracle in heaven and earth."

"Where's Zhan Yin? Zhan Guo, old bald donkey, do you think you can stop me by yourself?"

"I didn't expect Shaolin to be like this. You bald donkeys are still so arrogant and conceited. No wonder you dare to break your oath."

"That's all, now that I have broken my oath, there is no need for Shaolin to exist in this world. I will destroy your whole family today."

The middle-aged man spoke slowly.

There were admiration, dissatisfaction, ridicule, and murderous intent in his words, but his expression and tone were always as calm as water, without even the slightest fluctuation.

"You are heresy! Do you dare to mess with my Zen mind?"

The old monk Zhanguo, whose appearance had changed drastically, suddenly frowned and his tongue burst with thunder.

The violent and ruthless aura spread out in all directions like a hurricane.

In the void, there seemed to be invisible forces colliding and stirring, and there was a faint bright light jumping like an electric snake.

It turns out that the middle-aged man had unknowingly used some invisible means.

The old monk Zhanguo has been practicing Zen for more than a hundred years, and his mind is as immovable as a mountain. After sacrificing his body, he is even more extraordinary and refined, reaching the realm of heaven and man.

This invisible power of thoughts is really a heretic to him and cannot be shaken in the slightest.

"The old monk has been living with his broken body for nearly a hundred years just to wait for the devil like you. Today is the time for the old monk to slay the devil!"

Amidst the loud shouts of old monk Zhanguo, the man was already falling like a mountain, crashing into the middle-aged man.

He appeared in front of the middle-aged man almost instantly.

The two fists roared out like two dragons.

In the middle of the journey, his arms were swung like a dragon's body, twisted together, and the middle-aged man was trapped in his arms.

"Go for it!"

Old monk Zhanguo shouted loudly.

The qi and blood rise suddenly like fire, and the muscles and muscles coil up like a dragon and swell suddenly.

The rocks at the foot of the mountain were shattered inch by inch, as if the entire mountain would be trampled by him.

His arms were thrown to the sky.

The middle-aged man was thrown high into the air for an unknown number of miles, and the figure of the old monk disappeared at the same time.

We must fight, but we cannot fight on Shaoshi Mountain.

Otherwise, Shaolin's thousands of years of foundation will be ruined again.

In the Hall of Thousand Buddhas.

Chen Yi, who was being blocked by the old monk Kong Ji in the middle hall, suddenly felt two terrifying auras colliding together and let out a

An earth-shattering bang.

Even though they were separated by unknown distances, these two powerful auras still made him feel thrilling.

The power represented by these two auras would probably make even the Blood Barbarian King, who was scared away by him with the Ksitigarbha Dharmakaya, have no choice but to bow his head.

Enduring the uncontrollable heart-pounding palpitations, Chen Yi took a deep breath: "Brother Abbot, do you really want to sit idly by and ignore me?"

"Amitabha, don't care, don't care."

"Since that mysterious man is so powerful, aren't you afraid that Shaolin will be run over again?"

The old monk Kong Ji just shook his head, having made up his mind to do nothing and not let Chen Yi go out.

Chen Yi was also annoyed.

You, the abbot, don't care, why should I, a newcomer, worry about you?

Simply sit down in front of the Six Gods Picture.

He wanted to study the second idol, but the terrifying fluctuations coming from far away made him unable to calm down.

Not to mention sensing the two invisible auras that were as deep as a prison, the movement that came from there was very real.

Landslides and ground cracks are no different.

The mountain has indeed collapsed, and the earth is also cracking.

Songshan Mountain is not a mountain, but has many peaks.

There are also many people living in the surrounding area.

At this time, people in many nearby villages and towns were horrified to find that the ground beneath their feet was shaking.

In the distance, earth-shattering loud noises continued to be heard.

It's like the sky is falling and the earth is falling.

Amid the panic, rumors are still spreading.

It is said that there are gods and men fighting in the mountains.

In order to prevent the gods from fighting and causing harm to the mortals, many people have packed up their bags and run away, trying to escape.

In the Shaolin Temple, a dozen little bald heads were also frightened by the sudden and shocking movement, and they all ran to look for the abbot.

I finally found the old monk Kongji in front of the Thousand Buddhas Hall, but I saw him sitting cross-legged in front of the hall door with his eyes closed, silent, and completely ignored the surprises of the little bald heads.

Chen Yi also sat in front of the Liushen mural with his eyes closed.

The abnormality of the old monk Kong Ji gave him a very uncomfortable premonition.

I'm afraid that in order to admit him this time, Shaolin will have to pay a heavy price.

Time passed slowly amid the panic of the young bald heads, the silence of the old monk Kong Jie, and Chen Yi's calmness with a hint of anxiety.

The terrifying collision of the two invisible auras never stopped for a moment, and the shocking loud noises were heard endlessly.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Yi and the old monk Kong Ji opened their eyes at the same time.

"Amitabha"

The old monk Kongji slowly stood up.

"Shaolin disciples, follow me to send Uncle Zhanguo off."

The low voice echoed throughout the Shaolin Temple.

People were already walking slowly towards the outside of the temple gate.

The bald heads looked at each other in shock. Seeing the solemn look on the abbot's face, they did not dare to delay and followed closely.

Chen Yi sighed and stood up.

In the small kitchen, when Monk Chunzhen heard the abbot's voice, he was stunned and looked at the old monk Zhan Yin at a loss as if nothing had happened.

He is not a fool, he had a premonition after seeing Zhan Guo's changes.

"Go ahead." Old monk Zhan Yin waved his hand tremblingly.

Chunzhen hesitated slightly, bowed to him, and hurried out.

Old monk Zhan Yin just shook his head, and continued to deal with the endless pieces of meat in his hands as if nothing was wrong.

outside the temple gate

When Monk Chunzhen arrived, he saw the abbot standing quietly under the stone steps of the temple gate, with Chen Yi standing next to him, and behind him a group of bewildered bald heads.

Then I ran behind the abbot, and before he could ask, I heard Kong Ji whispering the name of Buddha.

From the stone steps at the bottom of the mountain, a tall and sturdy monk slowly appeared.

"Amitabha, I would like to send you my uncle."

Chen Yi watched in surprise as the monk walked step by step, his figure shrinking step by step like a deflated balloon.

Walking under the temple gate, the burly figure has become emaciated and rickety, and the knotted muscles have become dry old tree bark.

The white jade-like teeth in his mouth fell out.
To be continued...