"Little Master Uncle! Little Master Uncle!"

Monk Chunzhen held the monk's robe in one hand, walked through the large martial arts field, and hurried towards the back mountain of Shaolin.

I don’t know what he was thinking, but he was still running and yelling blindly even though he was still far away from the back mountain.

Today's Shaolin is not the small shabby temple with three or two kittens ten years ago.

Although its full appearance has not been restored, the martial arts arena has been restored long ago.

And every day, dozens to hundreds of monks and lay disciples gather here.

On the martial arts field, it is naturally used for martial arts.

Although there were only about a hundred people gathered in the extremely wide martial arts arena in Shaolin, it still seemed very empty.

However, more than a hundred monks and lay people performed together, their movements were uniform and their energy and energy were incomparable to other people. It was like thousands of people.

Monk Chunzhen ran past shouting, which really ruined the atmosphere.

Among the monks and lay disciples, the old monk Kongji, who was inspecting with a red face and a splayed step, blew his beard and stared at him and yelled a few words.

The person who usually teaches these monks and lay disciples is Kongji, the old abbot with white beard and white eyebrows.

In fact, there is no other choice.

Given the current situation in Shaolin, receiving a disciple was enough to make this old monk extremely excited.

An old man in his nineties, his excitement has never stopped in the past ten years.

Seeing that the atmosphere of the collective morning exercise had been broken, the old monk Kongji simply waved his hand and asked the disciples to stop and rest.

"Who is the junior uncle that senior brother called just now? In addition to the abbot and master, are there any other elders in our Shaolin Temple?"

Although Shaolin is currently accepting disciples, the monks and laypeople do not refuse.

But after all, it is a quiet place of Buddhism, and the rules are still very strict.

Although they don't have to worry about food and clothing, life is still very miserable, and not many people can endure it.

Otherwise, given Shaolin’s current “false reputation”, it would definitely not be possible for it to be just these hundreds of disciples.

When monks and lay disciples gather together, it is inevitable to talk about gossip and relieve their sorrows.

Sitting directly in the martial arts arena, someone asked about the "little uncle" that monk Chunzhen had just called.

"That's because you just came here and didn't know it. Do you think we are the only ones in Shaolin Temple?"

A man with a shaved head sat next to him.

The person who asked the question before was a lay disciple, scratching his head, "Isn't it true? I have been a Shaolin disciple for a month. In addition to all the brothers, the abbot, and the old man from Jixiang Kitchen.

I’ve met other people.”

The bald man smiled and said, "Don't tell me you are only a few months old. I have been ordained for two years and have never seen my junior uncle."

"That……"

The bald man smiled and asked, "Let me ask you, why do you want to go to Shaolin?"

The lay disciple said, "I just wanted to learn my skills and didn't want to live in a ravine all my life. I finally ran out of the village and heard the reputation of Shaolin Temple being preached everywhere. It happened to be the apprenticeship ceremony this year, so I came.

.”

"That's right. The first ones like us have only been here for five or six years. If it's just us, then where does the great reputation of our Shaolin Temple come from?"

The lay disciples scratched their heads again, "Yes, apart from us, it seems that there are only the abbot, thirteen brothers, and the old man from Jixiang Kitchen in the temple. How did he get such a famous name in the past?"

"Could it be...that it's fake?" A disciple next to him said with a guilty conscience.

"nonsense!"

Before the bald disciple could speak, someone had already said loudly.

"Our Shaolin Temple is a thousand-year-old temple, the ancestral home of Zen! It has a history of more than a thousand years, and there are many glorious deeds passed down. Is it fake?"

"That's right!"

The disciples nearby responded one after another.

"Going a step further, at the end of the Sui Dynasty, when the world was in chaos, there was the Jing Nian Temple, where the emperor was elected on behalf of heaven."

"There is the Tanzong Divine Monk who led the thirteen divine monks to rescue the King of Tang Dynasty, and there is the Master Jue Yuan who led the monk soldiers and helped the Tang Dynasty King ascend the throne, making Shaolin famous all over the world and shocking the world."

"If it weren't for my Shaolin Temple, the chaos at the end of the Sui Dynasty would have lasted for who knows how long, and how many lives would have suffered, how could there have been the prosperous Tang Dynasty that conquered the world?"

"Taking a closer look, the leader of the largest beggar gang in the world, the great heroic beggar Qiao Feng, is also my lay disciple of Shaolin."

"There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in our Shaolin Temple. Even a young monk who works outside the temple can become brothers with Gang Leader Qiao and transform into the master of Lingjiu Palace and a free-spirited immortal in the world."

"An old monk sweeping the floor in the Sutra Pavilion is a living divine monk who can single-handedly subjugate the Three Immortals Xiaoyao,"

"Do you believe it or not? The senior who steals food from Jixiang Kitchen every day and is so old that he collapses when the wind blows, could be a god like a sweeping monk!"

"Yes, yes! The founder of Wudang, Zhang Zhenren, a god-like figure, was not just a handyman in our Shaolin Temple when he was young?"

"You just listened to a small part of Shaolin's Nine Yang Manual, and you still became a great martial arts master who inherited the past and forged ahead in the future, single-handedly founded the Wudang Sect, and share the leadership of the martial arts with our Shaolin?"

"..."

These disciples talked a lot, counting every glorious deed in Shaolin Temple...

It's just that this style of painting gets weirder the more I talk about it...

And no one actually doubts why Shaolin Wudang, who is the leader in martial arts, has no reputation in the world nowadays, and each one is getting tighter than the other...

Although no one doubts it, there is indeed some confusion.

He also asked, "Since Shaolin is so majestic, why haven't we heard of it being famous in the world for so long? It seems like it was only rumored a few years ago."

"Yes, it seems that the Wu-Tang Clan is the same."

The bald man from before said, "This is not a secret. Our Shaolin is actually divided into two branches: the hidden sect and the explicit sect."

"What is hidden sect and explicit sect?"

Many people present heard this "secret" for the first time, and they couldn't help but gathered around.

The bald head said with some pride, "Where is our Shaolin Temple? It's the pure land of Buddhism! Where can we be like ordinary Jianghu sects, only fighting and killing, causing a mess?" Really profound and virtuous monks are always here

Living in seclusion and cultivating, where can I easily see him?"

"The same goes for Wudang. We are a pure place of Buddhism. Their Taoist sect also values ​​tranquility and inaction. We can't be like the martial arts sects who shout and kill every day, right?"

"Think about it, when the name of Shaolin Wudang was spread in the world, the world was not in chaos and all living beings were in trouble? It was at this time that the world could see the appearance of masters from Buddhism and Taoism. They only waited for the world to be peaceful and then they would be successful.

And retreat, this is how our Yin Sect lineage of Shaolin came to be."

"Yeah!"

One disciple suddenly exclaimed excitedly, "I heard before I started. Thousands of years ago, the Jing Nian Chan Monastery where Emperor Tian was elected was a lower courtyard of our Shaolin. I heard that recently the descendants of the Jing Nian Chan Monastery have reappeared in the world! Doesn't this mean that

…”

As he spoke, his voice suddenly dropped.

When the others heard this, they also looked excited and uneasy.

What does Jing Nian Zen Temple do?

They all know it.

Reappearing in the world at this time, doesn't that mean...

This world...

Is it time to change the day?

Nowadays, the world is in chaos, people are in dire straits, wars are rising everywhere, and even the forces in the world are beginning to make moves.

No, Tianxiahui, the largest force in the world now, is not just ready to make a move.

In the past ten years, Tianxiahui has been wreaking havoc in the Jianghu. Those who obey me prosper and those who go against me perish. It has almost unified most of the martial arts world. Even the officers and soldiers from all over the country have blatantly pledged their support to Tianxiahui.

This is no different from raising a flag to rebel.

How similar is this scene to the chaos at the end of the Sui Dynasty?

Is it time for Shaolin Temple to bring order to the chaos again?

When a group of monks and lay disciples were extremely excited, they faced the mountain behind and descended from the peak.

Chen Yi slowly opened his eyes, his face kept twitching.

Even though they were miles away, the movements on the martial arts field could not be hidden from his ears.

Listening to those disciples' words getting more and more outrageous, even if this is all the result of his manipulation behind the scenes, I feel that it is a bit ruining the three views.

"Little Master! Little Master! There is... there is news!"
Chapter completed!