City Summoning System

Chapter 430: The Seven Absolute Gates of Nether Palace VS Longhushan Shaolin Temple! (seven)

"what should we do?"

"Longhushan Shaolin Temple has been established in the north for hundreds of thousands of years, with profound and unfathomable foundations. We must not take risks."

"What are you afraid of? The old monk of Shaolin Temple was seriously injured in the battle with Li Qinglang a few years ago, and the strength of Longhushan was also greatly reduced due to the civil war 13 years ago. With the strength of the whole sect in one place, it should not be difficult to destroy them."

"It's not that easy."

"There are many masters in Shaolin Temple, and there are Taoist disciples all over the world in Longhu Mountain. Fang Zijing in Kyoto and Chen Shenghai in Jiangnan are all Taoist masters in the semi-respected state."

"They have masters, don't we? I don't believe it. With my Nether Palace and your Qijue Sect working together, can't you take them down?"

"Oh, it's difficult."

"I don't care so much, Shaolin Temple, my Nether Palace will be destroyed!"

"Don't be so impulsive, the seven secret realms are firmly controlled by the righteous way, if we can't kill with one blow, then it will be our end!"

In the northwest, in a teahouse, two men sat facing each other with calm expressions.

However, what they said was enough to shock the entire ancient martial arts world.

Shaolin Temple has been established for a thousand years, but no one knows exactly what the trump card is.

Although Shaolin Temple has had a lot of problems in recent years due to factional disputes, but in a head-to-head encounter, it is definitely not something that the Nether Temple can defeat.

There is also Longhu Mountain, which is also a superpower with a long history, even in the whole world, it is a terrifying existence that ranks at the forefront!
This generation of Dragon and Tiger Mountain is still full of talents. Fang Zijing, the first divination master in Jiangbei, who was known as the fortune teller, and Chen Shenghai, the second Taoist in the south of the Yangtze River, and Zhang Buping, the current Dragon and Tiger Mountain Celestial Master. It is the power on the bright side, and there are no less than three and a half statues in Longhu Mountain!
And all three of them are the best among the half-honored ones!
The middle-aged man with a handsome and evil face looked at the old man with white hair and childlike face, and grinned.

"Why, old man Qijue, who is not afraid of anything, is also afraid sometimes?"

The old man named Qi Jue didn't change his face, and said with a sneer, "Why, have you lost your mind after sleeping for decades?"

"Will the aggressive method work for me?"

The charming young man was taken aback for a moment, and then he laughed and said, "Well, maybe it's because I'm really sleepy."

The teacup in front of him silently turned into powder, and a crack exploded on the table, spreading towards the opposite old Qijue like a vicious snake.

The old man Qijue just slowly stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on the table.

The crumbling trend of the table stopped immediately, and the evil spirit youth's face changed drastically, and he stood up abruptly.

He looked at the old man Qijue in horror.

"You are honored?!"

The old man Qijue smiled lightly, and said vaguely: "Is there any difference between being respectful or not?"

The evil and charming young man didn't speak, but just stared at old man Qijue closely.

Seeming to have discovered something, the young man couldn't help but clapped his hands and said in a low voice, "You are really a madman."

Qijue old man's face remained unchanged.

"Who is not a lunatic who tries to honor the ancestors?"

"Aren't you, Shi Shangfei, a lunatic?"

Shi Shangfei sneered, looking at old man Qijue with a trace of fear in his eyes.

"I'm not as crazy as you."

The old man Qijue got up slowly and walked outside.

"Shaolin Temple and Longhu Mountain cannot avoid this troubled world."

The charming young man followed closely beside the old man Qijue. Hearing this, he couldn't help but ask, "Then what do you think?"

"idea?"

Qijue old man shook his head.

"Tomorrow, you will know."

"Get your Netherworld Hall ready, don't lose the chain when the time is critical."

The evil and charming young man laughed and said, "Don't worry, I have been waiting for this day for more than 40 years, how could it be possible for me to lose the chain?"

To the north of Qinhuai, there are two holy places of martial arts.

They are Shaolin Temple and Longhu Mountain.

Shaolin Temple claims to be invincible in 72 stunts all over the world. It is divided into inner temple and outer temple. Except for countless subordinate forces, the real headquarters of Shaolin Temple is hidden in the deep mountains and old forests.

Shaolin Temple insisted on setting up countless temple chambers in these mountains, and hundreds of thousands of Shaolin disciples lived here without any complaints or impatience.

These Shaolin disciples are all orphans found in the secular world. For them, this place is their home, and even more so, their destination!

The presiding officer of this session of Shaolin Temple, named Sanjie, is a master with profound Dharma and extremely powerful strength.

Apart from the inner temple and the outer temple, there is another independent existence in Shaolin, which is the monk hall.

In the monk hall, there are all the best Shaolin monks, and even the worst ones have master level cultivation!

Although there are not many people, only more than 70 people, but all of them are masters!

Everyone has mastered at least three Shaolin 72 stunts!

It is said that Qiu Chaoran, the master of this year's monk hall, has mastered 72 of the [-] unique skills!

And proficient in everything, everything is perfect.

The strength is unfathomable.

Today's monk hall, the atmosphere is a bit dignified.

Qiu Chaoran knelt in front of the Buddha statue alone, a trace of deep repentance flashed across his calm and prestige face.

"Shaolin disciple Qiu Chaoran pleaded guilty to the Buddha."

"The bloody enmity in the family really has to be repaid. If there is an afterlife, Qiu Chaoran is willing to be a cow and a horse for Shaolin to repay the kindness of this life."

Qiu Chaoran said a few words in a deep voice, then turned and left.

There was a flash of determination in Leaving's eyes.

At the same time, on the other side of Longhu Mountain.

In front of the statue of Sanqing, three middle-aged men wearing Longhushan Taoist robes with high crowns on their heads, solemn expressions, and determination in their eyes.

"Father Master of the Three Qing Dynasty, disciple Zhang Buping (Fang Zijing) (Chen Shenghai) is willing to do his best to quell the chaos of the Demon Dao, please Master."

The voices of the three echoed in the hall for a long time, and the sound waves were rolling, like thunder from the sky, with a sense of righteousness.

What no one noticed was that a faint light flashed on the statue of Sanqing.

Fang Zijing looked at the two people beside him, and couldn't help but sighed a little: "Brother, haven't we seen each other for decades?"

Zhang Buping said with a smile: "You kid has achieved a great reputation in the capital, and now I'm afraid you are even stronger than me."

"Hahahaha, I'm afraid I'll never be able to catch up with senior brother with this trivial trick."

A smile appeared on Chen Shenghai's serious face.

"Senior Brother Zhang, what was the purpose of all the unhappiness we deliberately made in the past few years?"

Hearing this, Zhang Buping smiled and shook his head: "Longhu Mountain has been famous for a long time, but it is not what it used to be."

Chen Shenghai nodded silently, without further questioning.

"I don't know what is the matter that Senior Brother asked me to come back this time?"

Since Chen Shenghai left Longhu Mountain more than ten years ago, he has lived alone in Jiangnan in seclusion, and he doesn't know much about the current martial arts situation.

But because of his identity, Zhang Buping knew far more than Chen Shenghai.

Therefore, Zhang Buping sighed leisurely.

"Junior brother, there is a catastrophe at Longhu Mountain. If you don't come back, I'm afraid you won't be able to survive with just a few senior brothers."

When Chen Shenghai heard the words, he said in amazement: "How is it possible?! Unless the secret service department takes action against me, Longhushan."

"Have you not seen it yet?"

Zhang Buping looked at Chen Shenghai and asked.

"what?"

Chen Shenghai looked bewildered.

Fang Zijing couldn't help sighing when he saw Chen Shenghai's appearance.

My senior brother Chen is a rare Taoist cultivator who is rare in a hundred years, but his mind is not turning quickly, and he goes straight to the point. He is simple and honest at best, and a fool at worst.

You can tell him to hit wherever you want, without asking why or what happened, anyway, just hit him.

Therefore, in the ancient martial arts world, Chen Shenghai was also called Madman Chen by others.

"The Secret Service Department is already overwhelmed, and this time the magic rebound is very powerful."

Zhang Buping's face was a little serious.

"Qijue. Shi Shangfei. Li Yinglian. Hu Xiaoyuan, these giants of the magic way a hundred years ago, are now returning with momentum, coming with menacing force."

Following Zhang Buping's slow explanation, Chen Shenghai's expression also changed.

Now the magic way is really arrogant, and the strength is also terrifyingly tyrannical!Far from being as weak as in the last battle between righteousness and demons.

As soon as the Qijue Sect appeared in the world, it wiped out the Northwest Special Service Department!
Immediately afterwards, there was news that Qinyun Pavilion had been destroyed in central Sichuan.

Now the entire martial arts world has become a mess.

Under the cooperation of the Yinkui faction and the He family, the secret service department of Shuzhong's mother level struggled to maintain the situation.

Jiangnan's mother-level special service department was also caught off guard by magic forces such as the magic palace, and it can be said that it has been in dire straits.

"Then what should we do?" Chen Shenghai asked.

Zhang Buping walked out of the hall, looked at the sky in the distance, and said calmly: "Just wait for the right time."

"Brother, I'm afraid we should have made preparations earlier." Fang Zijing said.

"It is the best preparation to respond to all changes with the same."

At night, the treacherous black clouds of Bo Yun rolled and surged in the sky.

Shrouded Shaolin Temple in it.

Among the deep mountains and old forests, Shaolin Temple is surrounded by dense forests.

After lighting a candle, Qiu Chaoran walked towards the monk's room where the abbot was.

The night guard disciples they met along the way all shouted respectfully: "I have met Hall Master Qiu."

In fact, strictly speaking, Qiu Chaoran is somewhat different from these Shaolin disciples.

He is a good person in the world, but he has a family, parents, brothers and sisters, wife and children.

The reason why he came to Shaolin Temple was because of a bet with San Jie.

Originally, if everything was normal, Qiu Chaoran would be able to leave Shaolin and return to the world in another three years.

However, contrary to expectations, the chaos of the Demon Dao broke out at this time.

As soon as he walked to the door of Sanjie, the door opened automatically, and Sanjie's gentle voice came from inside.

"Benefactor Qiu, I don't know why you came here to see me in the middle of the night?"

Qiu Chaoran was silent, the candle in his hand flickered.

Walking in, I saw a skinny old monk sitting cross-legged on the futon, like a stubborn stone, but also like a peerless jade.

Qiu Chaoran didn't know what to say for a moment, looked at Sanjie, and said, "Master Sanjie, I'm here to thank you."

"Oh? Thank me for something."

Sanjie didn't open his eyes, but just smiled.

Qiu Chaoran put the candle aside and sat on the ground.

"Everything here makes me feel very peaceful, my heart has settled down."

"So, Benefactor Qiu, are you here to say goodbye to me?"

Sanjie asked softly.

Qiu Chaoran didn't speak.

"Qiu benefactor, about the bet, I still hope for you"

Obviously, Sanjie didn't want Qiu Chaoran, such a tyrannical fighter, to leave now.

Qiu Chaoran smiled, and said: "Master Sanjie, you think too much, I, Qiu Chaoran, am not someone who likes to break oaths."

After saying this, Qiu Chaoran took a complicated look at Sanjie, stood up, and patted his trouser legs.

"Master Three Precepts, I'm leaving first."

"Please benefactor Qiu."

Sanjie was very relieved of Qiu Chaoran, so he put the candle aside, but Qiu Zhaoran did not take it away.

San Jie still closed his eyes, quietly, his lips moved slightly, as if he was reciting Buddhist scriptures.

He didn't realize that his own consciousness began to become a little dull
On the second day, the sky was gray, which made people feel a little depressed.

Shaolin Temple shook violently.

Master Sanjie passed away in his meditation room!

Countless Shaolin disciples panicked at this moment and gathered around the door of Sanjie Zen Room, kneeling on the ground with sad expressions on their faces.

Qiu Chaoran was also in this list, but he didn't kneel down, but just looked at the meditation room quietly.

In the meditation room, three old monks were restraining the corpse of Sanjie.

This extraordinary existence at the top of the demigod fell into the meditation room.

It's not that no one suspects Qiu Chaoran, after all, last night, he was the only one who came to look for Sanjie.

However, Qiu Chaoran himself is very open-minded, and he is also the head of the monk hall, so he has extraordinary prestige. After being checked several times by the people of the Discipline Temple, he was ruled out of suspicion.

Once the abbot of Sanjie died, Shaolin Temple would be in chaos.

The two old monks who had been hiding in the dark also had to come forward and began to stabilize the status quo of Shaolin Temple.

What they didn't expect was that less than half a day after the death of San Jie, Shi Shangfei brought his Nether Palace and used the power of the whole sect to kill Shaolin Temple.

The Shaolin Temple, which was already immersed in grief, was caught off guard, and many masters fell immediately.

However, Shaolin Temple is a thousand-year-old sect, and its ability to respond is extremely strong, so it quickly stabilized its position under the organization of several old monks.

The indomitable posture before the Nether Temple was interrupted by the Shaolin Temple who reacted.

The battle situation fell into a stalemate.

Shi Shangfei and the two and a half deities of the Nether Hall fought against the four and a half deities of Shaolin Temple for three days and two nights, and finally ended in a disastrous victory with three deaths and one serious injury in Shaolin Temple.

Shi Shangfei was seriously injured and dying, but he was rescued quickly.

Longhushan wanted to help, but he was too busy to take care of himself because of Qijuemen.

Fang Zijing, Chen Shenghai, Zhang Buping, and two celestial masters who are hidden from the world, a total of five and a half masters, confronted Qijuemen.

Qijuemen never expected that the foundation of Longhu Mountain could be so strong, and the front line was immediately smashed.

The old man Qijue was almost beaten into autism. In the end, twelve personal disciples desperately rescued old man Qijue from Zhang Buping and the three of them.

Since then, the battle between righteousness and evil in Jiangbei has reached a stalemate.

(End of this chapter)