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Su Qinghe was busy when the laptop in his hand suddenly issued a warning, and a big red warning sign appeared on the screen.

This is a piece of software he just made, which is connected to the national regional network, and it is connected to those "space stations" that have just been completed halfway. It has only one function, that is, to detect Power fluctuations across the country...

Of course, due to limited technology and short time, the optimization of this software has not yet been perfected. At present, only power fluctuations above the fifth realm can be detected...

Su Qinghe frowned, quickly opened the map on the computer, and looked around.

When I saw the red warning sign appearing in a small remote and barren village, I instantly understood, and sighed, "As expected of Li Huang."

There was a spiritual energy that suddenly shot up into the sky.

The majesty of this aura is enough for the entire country to see.

Like a thick straight line, straight, rushing up from the ground, as if trying to pierce the sky, piercing towards a distant unknown place.

The beam of light looked like a line from a distance, but the people closest to them looked up at the sky and felt that the beam of light was bigger than anything they had ever seen.

Shaolin Temple was built on Songshan Mountain, the first of the Five Sacred Mountains. At the moment when the beam of light rushed up, Zen Master Kong Hai, who was in the small world inside the mountain, immediately came to the top of Songshan Mountain and looked at the beam of light from a distance.

The only cultivator that Shaolin can take out now is himself, but one person is enough to reach thousands of troops.

Kukai stayed in Shaolin and asked Shaolin Temple to thank guests behind closed doors. He did not join the so-called cultivator group, nor did he make any contribution to the turbulent human world. Kukai stood on the top of the highest mountain, with his mouth closed, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he just waved his hand.

An invisible air flow came to the foot of the mountain following his waving action. There was a big clock in the thousand-year-old temple, and there was a loud noise suddenly.

All the bald monks sitting cross-legged in the lecture hall uttered the Buddha's name in unison...

On this day, the gate of Shaolin Mountain was opened, and countless Buddhist disciples went out, holding either the magic-subduing staff or the dragon-subduing brow stick, each of them looked like a vajra with glaring eyes. After walking out of the mountain gate, they flew directly into the sky.

Shaolin heritage is like this.

When everyone thinks that after the last trip to the frontier of Shaolin, the highly cultivated practitioners in the sect have died out, but they don't know that somewhere in the small world, Kukai has also cultivated people who are no less than those elders. monk,.

The first was a middle-aged monk who was tall and burly, he raised his eyebrow-level stick, pointed at the sky, and shouted angrily: "All Arhats obey the order, the target is the heaven!"

Legend has it that in the Buddhist kingdom of the Western Paradise, there are countless golden arhats.

But now the number of arhats who have left from Songshan Shaolin is actually over a hundred.

Shaolin is not weaker than the Buddhist kingdom.

Standing on a boulder on the Junji Peak of Songshan Mountain, Kukai clasped his hands together, and when he saw the arhats who had been cultivated by Shaolin for hundreds of years and spent countless talents accumulating elixirs, rushing towards the sky generously, he lowered his eyebrows, With a compassionate face, he turned around, but he didn't follow the arhats to the sky, instead he returned to Shaolin in an instant, and returned to his own mountain gate.

After all, the old monk didn't speak, nor did he intend to make a move.

The abbot of Shaolin's front yard stood in a daze at the entrance of the hall, looking at the scene of the arhats he had never seen rushing to the sky, feeling mixed feelings for a moment...

As the nominal owner of this monastery, he doesn't even know that there are so many arhats in the temple. Looking at the cultivation of those arhats, at least they are the foundation of the fourth realm of practitioners. After all, those who can fly towards the heaven , without the foundation of the fourth realm cultivation base, it is impossible to do it at all...

The old abbot sighed, saying that Shaolin came out in troubled times, while Wudang was the opposite. The irony in this made Shaolin bear the infamy for many years.But today, if I think about it, this statement will be self-defeating... Didn't you see that there are only a few Taoist priests out of Wudang Mountain next door?Look, our monks have ascended to the sky collectively. Anyone with eyes can almost see it, right?This reputation can spread far and wide.

Those who dare to ascend to the sky are naturally capable people with high self-esteem, high cultivation, and high enough combat power. They don't know that Master Zhang of Wudang Mountain led his disciples who have already led the disciples of talented people, and the battle above the heavens has passed for a long time. The number of people who died in Wudang Mountain is probably more than the number of bald men who are ascending to the sky in Shaolin right now...

Of course, for an old abbot who has no cultivation base and only knows how to exploit business interests, what is on the outside is much more important than what is on the inside...

After the group of Arhats ascended to heaven, he trotted back to the monastery, yelling that he was going to preach all over the world, and even prepared the speeches and video files, ready to use this big scene of "Arhats ascended to heaven", Harvest a wave of leeks...

If this world catastrophe can survive this time, it is certain that Shaolin's reputation will definitely force Wudang Mountain to have countless heads...

The spiritual beam of light gradually dissipated.

Arhats float in front of the gate of heaven, unable to enter.

Li Yuewen, who was on the snow-capped mountain, said to the bell hanging on her waist: "The gate of the heaven has been closed, and without the consent of the master of the heaven, Taishang Laojun, they can't get in even if they want to rescue... Hehehe, Do you think this group of monks has a good plan? I thought to myself, rushing in with such strength, I will die anyway. The Taishang Laojun, who has always cared about human comfort, will naturally not agree to this kind of human being sent to death. Behavior, of course they won't open the door... But at least they are expressing their opinion. I am curious, Shaolin Wudang went to support, why didn't Xue Lingxian's Qinglanmen go? After all, she is the guardian of human beings, this is serious The breach of responsibility..."

Li Xuanxin in the bell didn't quite agree with the "good calculation" that his sister said. He is also a Buddhist disciple. Although he doesn't like it, he is not willing to bury it like this.

Hearing the last sentence of my sister, I replied: "I should know something..."

Li Yuewen frowned, and with a thought, she returned to her small woodshed.

Picking up the tea bowl, took a sip of the cold tea, and checked Shen Xiaoxiao, who was still unconscious on the bed, with her spiritual sense. After that, she sighed and said, "According to the information we have learned these days... Uh, I didn’t say this sentence, it’s strange, how did I learn the way of speaking from Su Qinghe... According to the information, Xue Lingxian seems to have the ability to predict the future, she told her disciples, three days later , this war will end... She talked endlessly, and she didn't say the result of this war, but judging from the literal meaning and her attitude, it is speculated that we humans are more likely to win... So , Xuan Xin, you really don’t need to worry, think about it, I have also received some kind of hint in the dark, saying that after three days, the battle will end and the world will be safe.”