Chapter 91

"Down the mountain."

"Seek the way!"

Zhang Zhenren's tone was flat, without ups and downs, but when he finally talked about the word "seeking Tao", he vaguely expressed his expectation.

"Seek the way?"

Many Wudang Mountain disciples looked at each other, not knowing why.

In their eyes, immortal Zhang is the "Tao" of the world. Why go down the mountain to seek it?

Only Zhang Xiao and other disciples changed slightly, as if they thought of something.

In the eyes of most martial arts people, it is said that there are Arhats in Shaolin Temple, but after the scene of going down the mountain, Zhang Xiao and other disciples know that there are Arhats in Shaolin Temple.

If it wasn't for Lord Luohan, who could kill the great master Yipin with an ordinary wooden sword thousands of miles apart?

I'm afraid Mr. Zhang heard the news when he went through the customs.

"If I don't come back this time, Wudang will be closed for 20 years and no revenge will be allowed."

Immortal Zhang has a long sight. Under the gaze of many Wudang disciples, he walks down the mountain step by step.

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Shaolin Temple.

Huiwen was overjoyed to hear that abbot and the heads of the court.

In just a few months, three of the disciples who practiced near the forbidden area of Houshan entered the upper three realms.

How rare is this?

You know, even if Shaolin Temple has a large number of martial arts in the world, the martial arts in the upper three realms are enough to be the head of the Academy.

In the past, it would have taken at least ten or twenty years for the Shaolin Temple to be born into the upper three realms.

But now, it's finished in a few months. How can we not let Abbot Huiwen and the heads of all the courtyards be happy?

The more martial arts practitioners in the upper three realms, the more likely they will be to have second grade masters and first grade masters. Once the number of second grade masters and first grade masters reaches a certain number, they can in turn lead to a large number of potential disciples...

this will form a cycle, and the Shaolin Temple will become stronger and stronger...

"don't be complacent."

"These three disciples of shangsanjiang are the accumulation of our temple in the past years. They are all at the top of the four grades. They are only one step away from shangsanjiang."

"Now, under the promotion of fog, we can make a breakthrough at one stroke."

"But next, it's impossible to be born in such a short time."

The head of Dharma Hall said slowly.

That's what I said.

Several other headmen immersed in joy suddenly calmed down.

"Huijue is right."

Huiwen Abbot nodded slightly. Although he was equally happy just now, he also thought of this.

The main reason why Shaolin Temple was born in just a few months is its accumulation.

If you want to go on like this, it will be very difficult.

"Abbot."

"I should be about to break through."

At this time, the head of the monastery could not help saying.

"You want to break through?"

Abbot Huiwen suddenly looks at the head of the martial monk's Monastery, looking surprised.

You know, the head of the martial monk's Academy is a master of three grades of martial arts. If he breaks through, he will become a master of two grades.

Today, apart from Su Qin, Shaolin Temple is only one product of Abbot Huiwen and two products of the first class of Dharma temple.

Now, if there are more first and second class monks in the monastery, the foundation of Shaolin Temple will be greatly increased.

Just when Huiwen and the abbot were delighted, a Shaolin disciple rushed in.

"Abbot, head of the hospital, someone, someone is out to see you."

The Shaolin disciple panted.

"To see you?"

Huiwen Abbot frowned slightly: "who?"

"He said he came from Wudang Mountain, surnamed Zhang..."

"what?" The pupil of the head of the hospital shrank.

Wudang Mountain?

Zhang?

No matter how inconceivable, the head of each academy also subconsciously thought of the immortal Zhang on Wudang Mountain.

"Let's go out and have a look."

Hearing the Abbot's look, Hui immediately got up and walked out of Shaolin Temple.

The other prime ministers looked at each other and immediately followed.

Soon.

Huiwen abbot and the heads of the various courtyards came to Shaolin Temple.

At the moment, a man in a Taoist robe and unsophisticated features is standing there quietly.

"Sure enough, it's real Zhang..."

the heads of the hospital were surprised and still couldn't believe it.

They never thought that the immortal Zhang on Wudang Mountain was standing outside Shaolin Temple at the moment.

"Mr. Zhang."

Abbot Hui Wen took a breath, stepped forward and asked solemnly.

Although he is a great master, he is still not good enough in front of Zhang Zhenren, who has been famous for decades."Abbot."

Zhang Zhenren's eyes were calm and gentle. He looked at Abbot Huiwen and nodded slightly.

"What's the matter with immortal Zhang coming to Shaolin Temple?" Huiwen didn't beat around the Bush and asked directly.

"old way make a living away from home, and you have the opportunity to see your Joyoung half of the temple."

Zhang did not answer Hui's remarks on the abbot, instead he asked herself, "this half of Joyoung's magic is very helpful to the old way."

Speaking of this, immortal Zhang stretched out his right hand and took out a volume of book: "the old Taoist has nothing to repay, but this volume of Taiji Heart Sutra has been with your temple...

Taiji Heart Sutra...

Abbot Huiwen and the heads of all the academies were stunned.

The Taiji Heart Sutra was written by Zhang Zhenren all his life. Few of Wudang's disciples have learned it.

But now, Mr. Zhang has compared the Taiji Heart Sutra with Shaolin Temple?

"Mr. Zhang, please take it back."

"Joyoung's magic power has been revealed to the rivers and lakes, and it has nothing to do with the temple."

Hui heard the direction of the disease, and did not hesitate to reject Tai Chi's heart meridian.

Although Taiji Heart Sutra is good, it's a Taoist way. Even if Shaolin Temple gets it, it's useless.

On the contrary, Zhang Zhenren even sent the Taiji Heart Sutra to the company, which is obviously a big picture.

Zhang Zhenren shakes slightly and does not take back the Taiji Heart Sutra.

"In addition..."

when immortal Zhang said this, a strange light suddenly rose in his eyes: "Lao Dao came here to see the venerable of your temple..."

asked to see the venerable...

Abbot Huiwen's face changed.

"I'm afraid immortal Zhang is late. The venerable has already said that he doesn't see anyone..." Abbot Huiwen was silent for a while and said slowly.

"No harm."

"Lao Dao can wait."

Mr. Zhang is very free and easy.

"Wait?"

Huiwen's brow is locked.

If there is still such a master of Wudang as immortal Zhang at the gate, is it not a great shame for Shaolin Temple?

"Immortal Zhang, please go back." Hui heard Abbot sigh.

"Since you know that there are dignitaries in our temple, you are not afraid that they will attack you?"

Huiwen Abbot's words have shown the smell of warning.

"Chao asked," I will die in the evening. " A smile appeared on Zhang Zhenren's face: "as long as I see the venerable, how can Lao Dao give you his life?"

Mr. Zhang's eyes are clear and his face is serious.

"This..."

Abbot Huiwen looked at immortal Zhang with a dignified look.

"In this way, Shaolin Temple can only learn the Taiji of immortal Zhang..."

Abbot Huiwen slowly runs his internal power and looks directly at immortal Zhang.

Zhang Zhenren wants to see the venerable, but as a venerable, who wants to see can see?

If everyone can see the venerable, where is the face of the venerable? Where is the face of Shaolin Temple?

Thanks to his grace to Shaolin Temple, abbot Huiwen would try his best to stop him even though he knew that he was far inferior to immortal Zhang.

Seeing this scene, the heads of other academies also secretly operated their internal forces and were ready to take action at any time.

Just when Abbot Huiwen was at war with the heads of all the courtyards.

I saw a pathetic sigh, like compassion, like boundless, heaven and earth long, time in a hurry.

Hearing that abbot and the heads of all the courtyards were shocked, Hui subconsciously looked toward the back mountain.

The same is true of Zhang Zhenren. He looks up slightly and looks back at the mountain.

However, Zhang Zhenren saw a scene that he would never forget.

I saw that the back mountain, which was originally quiet and deep, suddenly became tall and full of all its horizons.

At the highest point of all eyes, a figure sitting cross legged appeared.

This figure is like the Buddha in the middle of the pure land, sacred, compassionate, solemn, pure, only "I" alone!

"What is that?"

Zhang Zhenren's mind was shaken. He just felt that his sight was beginning to blur and his mind was falling.

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