Shaolin.
Shaolin Temple had been famous for thousands of years.
It had been passed down to this day and still had a huge influence.
It was a towering colossus that had dominated the martial arts world for thousands of years. It had a deep influence on the martial arts of all sects in the Central Plains.
Therefore, it was known as the "Martial Ancestor of the World".
However, ever since Wudang was separated from Shaolin, they had caught up and were showing signs of competing with Shaolin.
This made everyone from Shaolin Temple a little unhappy.
In the hall, Buddhist incense lingered.
Cluck cluck cluck.
The sound of the scriptures beating on the wooden fish surrounded him.
The bald monks were delighted.
Although in his heart, he was dissatisfied with Daoji for not obeying the Buddhist precepts, eating meat and drinking wine, and ruining the reputation of Buddhism.
However, everyone's face was full of smiles, and they did not mention anything about Daoji's mistakes.
Instead, they were all sanctimonious. They felt that Daoji's ability was so great and he was also a member of their Buddhist Sect. It was a sign that their Shaolin Temple would rise.
"Amitabha. Although I don't know where Master Daoji came from, he's a member of the Buddhist Sect and has such divine powers. He can be used by our Shaolin Temple.”
"People always compare our Shaolin Temple to Wudang, but they don't know that our Shaolin Temple is far stronger than Wudang. Wang Daoji defeated Wang Laoguai in Wudi City and Tingchao Pavilion. His reputation shook the Jianghu. Moreover, he had the means to revive the dead. Such a divine power had already attracted the attention of many factions in the Nine Provinces. "If he joins our Shaolin Temple, our Shaolin Temple's reputation will definitely increase greatly.”
"May I ask if this Master Daoji is a Saint Monk?”
Sitting on the topmost fan was the founder of Shaolin Temple, Bodhidharma.
He had already lived for more than a thousand years.
He was truly an old monster.
He usually didn't come here, but cultivated in seclusion at the back mountain.
He went into seclusion and did not see anyone.
He did not know why he had appeared here today!
Bodhidharma didn't answer him directly. Instead, he said calmly,""Buddhism is flourishing! Go and invite Daoji over."
The disciples below were all very happy and said,"Yes, sir!"
Inside the Scripture Depository.
A sweeping monk wearing a simple blue kasaya, with white eyebrows and hair, and a long white beard hanging down to his chest, was sweeping the floor with a broom.
He was an expert who hid his strength. His strength was extremely powerful and extremely terrifying.
With his hearing, even if he stood in the Sutra Library, nothing that happened in Shaolin Temple could escape his eyes and ears.
The conversation in the hall was no exception.
"Daoji, are you a holy monk?"
"I can't see through it, I can't see through it…"
It was rare for someone like the sweeping monk to be unable to see through him.
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Two Zen Monasteries.
" Father, why is everyone saying that this Monk Daoji is some living Buddha or holy monk?" A delicate and soft female voice was heard.”
"Father, you should be the one who's the real saint monk.”
A pretty little girl puffed up her face angrily.
Her name was Li Dongxi, and she was followed by a small monk.
Li Dongxi was very dissatisfied with Daoji stealing her father's limelight.
In her eyes, her father was the most powerful.
Only his father was worthy of the word 'Holy Monk'.
Beside the little girl, a tall white-robed monk stood quietly with his palms pressed together.
"Whether he is a holy monk or not, everyone in the world will decide.”
His name was Li Dangxin, and he came from the Two Zen Monastery.
Originally, before Daoji appeared, everyone thought that he was a living Buddha and a holy monk.
His realm had already reached the Perfection Realm of the Great King Kong, which was equivalent to the land immortals of the Jianghu people. He had long since lost his ability to meditate.
There were even rumors that eating a piece of Li Dangxin's Buddhist Great Vajra meat could grant one immortality.
His strength was unfathomable.
Li Dongxi pouted like a goldfish and said,"I don't care. Dad, you're the most powerful.”
In the main hall in front of Li Dangxin, a skinny man with an old face sat on a praying mat.
In his daze, he seemed to feel that the person sitting cross-legged in front of him was not a person, but a huge old tree.
This person was Li Dangxin's master.
The abbot of the Two Zen Monasteries, the Dragon Tree Holy Monk.
He had already lived for 150 years.
He was destined to be called an ancestor after he passed away.
Holy Monk Dragon Tree's aged voice rang out," My disciple, in that case, you should go and meet this Daoist alms to see whose Dharma is more profound. If he is really a Living Buddha, you can invite him to the Two Zen Monastery for a gathering.”
"Yes," Li Dangxin replied respectfully.
……
Shangyin Academy.
In the Forest of Morality.
An old scholar was sitting under a tree, playing the zither.
His entire body was surrounded by an indescribable sense of nature.
His face was serious, like a serious teacher.
Everyone in Shangyin Academy knew that this person was a blind zither player.
However, who would have thought that his true identity was the first generation Sage of the scholarly faction, Zhang Fuyao!
This person who had always been worshipped by the scholarly faction was actually still alive.
Zhang Fuyao was the founder of Dali's scholarly faction.
Eight hundred years ago, he founded the Confucianism of Dali Dynasty.
The mouth contains the law of heaven, and the mouth becomes a prophecy.
He was already a Saint several hundred years ago.
How powerful was he now?
He had monopolized the fate of the scholarly faction and obtained eternal life.
However, it also made it difficult for the scholarly faction to produce another Sage.
As a result, the scholarly faction had always been in decline.
But as long as he, Zhang Fuyao, was in the scholarly faction, he would not be destroyed.
Moreover, the reason why he did this was not for his own selfish desires.
It was for the sake of the world.
He had guarded the human world for 800 years, not allowing immortals to descend to the mortal world.
This was what Zhang Fuyao did and believed in.
After hearing about all the things related to Daoji, he had a bad feeling.
What realm was this Daoji at?
Save Old Yellow and defeat Old Monster Wang.
Save Li Yishan and enlighten Li Chungang.
Such a method was already close to that of an immortal.
Hopefully, he was just a chess piece.
If it was the chess player…
Zhang Fuyao's old eyes flashed coldly.
The affairs of the human world belonged to the human world, and the immortals only cared about the affairs of heaven.
As long as I, Zhang Fuyao, am here, I will never allow immortals to descend to the mortal world.
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Big Ming, Dragon Guard Mountain Villa.
"Greetings, Your Highness. Our men went to Wudi City but did not find the Daoji monk.”
"He's already headed west and has arrived at Western Liang.”
A tall and mighty man said after listening to the report,""Alright, then let them continue to Western Liang until they see this person.”
After his subordinates received the order and retreated, Zhu Budian quietly looked at the bustling Ming Imperial Palace in front of him.
"Suxin, wait for me."
"I will definitely ascend to the top and be with you.”
……
In a city.
A little beggar with a black hat on his head and a face covered in black soot was walking on the road.
He was holding a steamed bun in his hand.
Her black hands had dyed the white steamed buns black.
Although her face was like a multi-colored cat, her eyes were clear and moving.
His teeth were as white as snow.
Her name was Huang Rong, the daughter of Medicine Master Huang.
Taking advantage of her father's absence, she escaped from Peach Blossom Island.
After coming to Jianghu, he wandered around. He heard that Old Monster Wang had been guarding Wudi City for sixty years and was invincible for sixty years.
Huang Rong also wanted to see it.
Unexpectedly, before they reached Wudi City, they heard about Daoji.
The little beggar found it interesting. A crazy monk had actually defeated the world's second most powerful old monster, Wang! No, I must go and see this person.”
She had the intention to inquire and soon got the exact news. She also headed to Western Liang.
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