Worth the world

Shaolin Temple is immortal for thousands of years. From the glory of ancient times to the present, even though the vast land has experienced twists and turns, its light has never dimmed.

It is located on Shaoshi Mountain, which has 36 peaks and is steep and straight.

The Shaolin Temple is just above these 36 peaks, and the battlefield is extremely wide. There are countless temples layer by layer. A monk without cultivation level may not be able to complete a circle of the temple on foot for three days and three nights.

At this time, the sky was just dawning, and the morning bell startled the birds all over the sky, and the sound of the bell spread throughout the entire ancient temple, spreading to farther places.

On the square in front of the main hall, thousands of capable monks punched and shouted under the leadership of a thin monk, resounding non-stop.

A dull and ugly monk looked at the sweating monk earnestly, with an imperceptible hint of envy on his face.

Suddenly, his expression froze, and he saw a figure standing in the sky with his hands behind his back, his aura was as thick as a mountain, and his whole body exuded a strange charm, as if the place where he was was the center of the world.

"Master, who is that?"

Xu Zhu tugged the sleeve of the monk beside him, pointed to the distance.

Huilun probed in the direction of his fingers, only seeing layers of temples and the blue sky, and immediately said in a bad mood: "Where is anyone?"

Xu Zhu was stunned for a while, his eyes widened, he saw that there was no one in the void, it seemed that what he saw just now was just an illusion.

"Could it be that I was wrong!"

He grumbled, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and immersed himself in the sweaty monk again.

the next day.

As usual, he went to the Sutra Pavilion to browse through the classics, but soon he was startled, and saw a strange figure suddenly appearing in the originally silent Sutra Pavilion.

The scriptures on the bookshelf in front of him seemed to be blown by a breeze, and the pages were flying, but there was no sound.

"who are you?"

Xu Zhu exclaimed in surprise, then he felt his head sinking and he passed out.

When he woke up, he was already lying in the meditation room, and Huilun looked faintly worried in front of him.

"Xu Zhu, what happened to you? Why did you suddenly faint in the scripture storage pavilion?"

Xu Zhu's heart skipped a beat, he suddenly thought of something, he shouted: "Master, there is someone in the Sutra Pavilion!"

Huilun glanced at Xu Zhu with a strange expression, even though he felt some disbelief in his heart, he didn't dare to be careless, the Sutra Pavilion is the most important place in Shaolin.

He didn't care to ask out the doubts in his heart, and immediately reported it to Abbot Xuanci.

Shaolin monks searched up and down several times, inside and out, and finally came to the conclusion that Xu Zhu may have fallen into a demonic barrier.

The night is lonely, inside the Sutra Pavilion.

Chu Mo sat cross-legged, and his momentum became more grand.

It has been more than half a year since he left Xiangyang, he has created a lot of martial arts, so naturally he will not let Shaolin Temple go.

The world's martial arts come out of Shaolin, it's not just talk.

Like Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Fu, he was once a gentleman on Liang.

Now he has escaped into Shaolin Temple for more than half a year, and he has collected all of Shaolin 72 stunts. Although the value of cheat books is unparalleled, what is really valuable is the overwhelming Buddhist scriptures.

The Tao and principles in it made Chu Mo's mind sway, and he gave birth to many insights out of thin air.

There are many new insights into the Taixuan Sutra, and now this exercise has already broken the Taixuan Sutra and has become a brand new exercise.

Chu Mo closed the Diamond Sutra, and the meaning of the Buddha Sutra is like the Taoist scriptures he read on the Knights Island. There are many similarities.

He glanced sideways, and there was a man in black robe holding a book on the side of the Sutra Pavilion, and his mind was silent inside.

Chu Mo's mental power slowly unfolded, and he captured this person's thoughts in an instant.

"It was him."

Murong Bo, who was silent in Wuxiangjie's finger, felt strange for a while, as if his whole body was forbidden.

The dust could not fall, the wind stopped suddenly, and it seemed that the whole world fell silent.

He has always been respectful and cautious, feeling something is wrong, and pretending that nothing happened.

He closed the book immediately and turned around slowly.

But soon his expression changed drastically, and he saw not far away from him, a red-haired young man stood with his hands behind his back, with strange eyes, staring at him closely.

"who are you?"

The person in front of him, although ordinary, exudes a strange charm, as if the world is cooperating with his every move.

"I'm Chu Mo, you should have heard of me?"

Murong Bo looked much more relaxed, although he lived in Shaolin for a long time, he paid close attention to Murong Fu's every move, so he naturally knew Chu Mo who had a grudge against Murong Fu.

As a grand master, he didn't bother to face Chu Mo, and even regarded Chu Mo as Murong Fu's whetstone.

Chu Mo is a little strange. With his current power, it is difficult for ordinary people to calm down when they hear his name.

Murong Bo is so calm, could it be that he really has something to rely on.

"What is your purpose here?"

Murong Bo lived in Shaolin for a long time, and only took time out to investigate every year, and the story of Chu Mo's Xiangyang City hadn't reached his ears yet.

Otherwise, he might have run away in fright.

Chu Mo's face was calm, his eyes were as deep as a well, calm and calm: "Of course I came to kill you, Murong Fu offended me, but this person is just an ant in my eyes, I naturally disdain to trample him to death.

But now that people who raise ants appear, I have no reason to let them go. "

Murong Bo's expression became gloomy, since he became a great master for hundreds of years, no one has ever dared to talk to him like this.

"What a big tone, I hope your strength is as good as your tone."

He tossed and jumped into the air. Inside the small hut, the air flow rolled, and the bookshelf rolled back and forth as if it was being ravaged by a strong wind.

The whole person rushed out of the Sutra Pavilion in an instant and stood in the void.

Chu Mo's eyes closed, and his inner light was shining brightly. He stepped on the lotus and followed Murong Bo closely.

After leaving the Sutra Pavilion, the two of them didn't hold back any more.

Like a huge meteor colliding, the billowing air turbulently caused countless temples to collapse, revealing the bewildered monk inside.

But soon their faces changed, and they saw two figures standing in the sky with their heads held high.

One is a dry and thin old man with gray hair, two deep eyes, and an inexplicable aura on his body.

A young red-haired young man with a tyrannical atmosphere, looking down on the world.

"Who are you? How dare you act wildly on my Shaolin Temple man!"

"It's him, Blood Buddha Chumo."

"That is, Mr. Murong, so he is not dead."

Someone recognized them, Qiqi exclaimed.

Murong Bo's expression was cold, he lived in Shaolin Temple for a long time, and he was very familiar with every plant and tree here, the entire Shaolin Temple has declined, unexpectedly there is not a single expert in the huge Shaolin Temple.

There was only one Xuan Ci who could make him serious, but only a little serious.

So I don't care about the Shaolin monks.

With one step, the billowing air flow seemed to be boiling, the earth trembled, and the mountains and forests shook.

The dry and thin body seemed to be infused with an inexplicable vitality, and it began to swell rapidly, as tall as a mountain.

A hand gently patted Chu Mo.

Along the way, it was like a strong wind was raging. Pieces of temples fell down, and the few monks who were watching around flew upside down like scarecrows, crashing into several temples, and then lost their vitality.