South Shaolin
Scripture Depository
"Crash!" "Crash!" "Crash!"
There was no one in the silent Sutra Depository except for an old monk whose hair and beard had already turned white. He was slowly sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground.
His movements were slow and had a unique rhythm. If someone with high comprehension was present, they would definitely be able to comprehend a peerless staff technique from the old monk's every move!
No one could tell when the old monk had come to Shaolin Temple and started sweeping.
In other words, those who knew had already exhausted their lifespan and passed away.
"Carefree Sect?" The sweeping monk let out a soft gasp and looked at the Nine Provinces·Prodigy Roll in the sky!》
"Interesting. The successor of Xiaoyao Zi actually became a monk in our Shaolin Temple?”
After sighing, the sweeping monk turned his attention back to the fallen leaves on the ground.
At this stage, besides the mysterious Martial Immortal, nothing else could attract his attention for a long time.
"Martial Celestial!"
"If I can see a real Martial Immortal, I will die without regrets.”
"But is there really a Martial Immortal in the Nine Provinces?”
The empty courtyard echoed with murmurs that only the sweeping monk could hear.
……
Outside the Southern Shaolin Gate
Jiu Mozhi casually killed two welcoming monks with low martial arts skills with two palms. He circulated his dense internal energy that was at the level of a half-step martial arts grandmaster and sent a message to the entire Shaolin Temple!
"The Indian Bhadanta and the eminent monks from the Central Plains have gathered in Shaolin to discuss martial arts.”
"I am Jiu Mozhi, the Imperial Advisor of Tubo. I wonder if I can be an uninvited guest and listen to your advice?”
Jiu Mozhi coldly looked at the signboard outside the mountain gate.
Compared to the Northern Shaolin Temple, the Southern Shaolin Temple had many capable people. There were more than 30 eminent monks of the Xuan generation, and there were more than ten martial arts grandmasters in the sect.
However, that was all!
Ever since the battle at Juxian Village, where he had fallen out with the most famous layman disciple, Qiao Feng, the prestige of the Southern Shaolin Temple had plummeted!
"After a hundred years, I'm afraid no one will remember the plaque of Shaolin Temple!”
When he thought of the reason Living Buddha Ba Siba had sent him here, Jiu Mozhi felt excited.
All the martial arts in the world originated from Shaolin!
One person suppressing the Zen Ancestral Court, what kind of glory and prestige was this!
"The thousand-year-old temple will end in my hands today!”A smile appeared on Jiu Mozhi's face.
In the next second, golden light shone in the sky.
An ancient golden list appeared, and lines of words appeared on it.
The smile on Jiu Mozhi's face froze!
Hiss!
Martial arts grandmaster?
What did the word 'fake' mean?
Jiu Mozhi instantly panicked. He remembered what Ba Siba had told him before he came.
This is what you said about me coming to Shaolin and meeting martial arts grandmasters at most?
Wasn't this a scam?
By chance, Jiu Mozhi had also cultivated the Minor Non-Phase Method, so he naturally knew the profoundness of this method.
If someone cultivated this technique to the realm of a martial arts grandmaster, how could he be a match for them?
Looking around, Jiu Mozhi realized that there was no one around. He rolled his eyes and covered his stomach.
"Aiyo!"
"Not good, the Shaolin Temple is despicable. They actually used laxatives to plot against me!”
"I'll settle this with you in the future!"
After saying a few words, Jiu Mozhi didn't care if anyone heard him. He used his lightness skill and ran down the mountain in a sorry state!
……
Thirty miles away from Shaoshi Mountain
Two groups of people walked on the road. One of them was dressed in ragged clothes, holding a bamboo cane, and had a cloth bag hanging from his waist. It was obvious that they were disciples of Beggar's Sect.
On the other side, they were dressed in strange clothes. It was unknown what oil paint they had on their faces. Their skin color was different, and they had blue hair and blue eyes. One look and one could tell that they were from the Western Regions.
They even held horns and small drums in their hands, blowing and beating them. It was very lively!
"Old Immortal Xingxiu, you are the king of the Central Plains!"
"Suppress Beggar's Sect first, then destroy Shaolin!"
"Star Constellation Old Immortal, your powers are boundless!"
Ding Chunqiu was walking in the middle of the Xingxiu Sect disciples. He was waving a palm-leaf fan with his left hand while his right hand was resting on a young girl's shoulder.
"Little Zi, what else do you have to say?”
"Master, Zi knows her mistake!"
"Zi was joking with you before. Can you let Zi go?”Although the girl was blind, she still had a strange appearance.
"Hahaha, as long as you let that Zhuang Juxian help me defeat Shaolin and make me the leader of the martial arts world, I will let you go!”Ding Chunqiu laughed heartily.
"Good! Good! Good!"
"Senior Ding, I'll listen to you!"
"As long as you don't hurt Zi, I'll listen to you!”
Zhuang Juxian, who was wearing a strange mask, hurriedly answered from the Beggar's Sect's team.
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