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A fallen leaf pierced through the air, cutting the space in an instant, piercing through the one-foot-thick wall, and the sharp edge pointed directly at the old monk Zhimin.

Bang Bang!

A ray of sparks flickered up, and the old monk Zhimin's movements only paused, and continued to clean up, wisps of golden light escaping from his body, which looked quite mysterious.

"Master Jimin seems to have been a blessing in disguise, he was able to find that threshold even after being in a coma in the first battle that day, and now it seems that he has taken that step. ”

A touch of arc hung on the mouth of the little monk Mingyuan, although it was just a casual blow just now, but it brought him a huge surprise, the old monk Zhimin made a breakthrough after being seriously injured that day, and he had already taken an important step.

"Amitabha! Mingyuan's junior brother don't want to laugh at the old man, in the battle that day, if it weren't for the junior brother, you turned the tide and fought to the death against the master and the king, maybe the old man would have died a long time ago. ”

After a moment of silence, the old monk Zhimin looked at the little monk Mingyuan and his gaze was no longer calm, like a stone thrown into the autumn water, rolling up ripples.

"Even if Lao Qu crosses the threshold of the grandmaster, there is no chance of winning if he wants to defeat the demon of the day, speaking of which Lao Qu is really ashamed, Senior Brother Mingyuan has a bright future in the future, and the land immortals are hopeful!"

A faint sigh was mixed with a hint of envy, it was really beyond his expectations that the little monk Mingyuan was able to fight like that with that grandmaster-level high-ranking demon that day.

At an age of less than the age of a weak crown, with such terrifying strength, who can reach the rivers and lakes of the hundred countries of Ganzhou? There is no doubt that as long as the little monk of Mingyuan does not die, it will be natural for him to become a land immortal in the future.

Although these seventy or eighty great monks are also grandmasters and have become super masters that everyone in the rivers and lakes must admire, their potential is limited, and if he has no adventures in this life, he will stop at the peak of grandmasters.

This is a kind of luck to be able to step into the grandmaster level in my lifetime and fulfill my long-cherished wish for decades, but it is also a kind of sadness.

Even though his qi and blood were still strong, the aging of his bones began to erode his talents, and the higher he went, the more the old monk Zhimin could sense the difficulties of every step forward.

"What's the matter? Isn't there a slight prospect for his own future, although a monk should not have seven emotions and six desires, but that is only for ordinary people who have no hope of peaking. ”

The old monk Zhimin's eyes narrowed slightly, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and the words of the little monk Mingyuan seemed to be mixed with another layer of meaning.

Grandmaster-level powerhouses have already stood on the shoulders of countless powerhouses, and they are considered to be one of the most high-end powerhouses in the food chain, and only one out of tens of millions of people can be born, but Mingyuan seems to be very disdainful of this realm that everyone yearns for.

"Little junior brother, the old man is stupid, please speak up. Could it be that there is any way for the senior brother to let our aging people who are standing alone in the red dust be able to look back at their new life?"

The old monk Zhimin sighed in his heart, breaking through to the realm of the grandmaster, he could sense a kind of luck in the underworld, and his lifespan was only fifteen years left at most.

Now that he is over eighty years old, he can have fifteen years after the breakthrough can be said to be quite long, and he has not found Mingyuan for several months, and he has planned to secretly protect Shaolin until he dies and sits down.

As Mingyuan said, don't monks have seven emotions and six desires?

He is not reconciled!

Fifty years ago, in the battle of Wanfa Temple, too many people fell into the ground, causing their Dharma Master to fall, and many grandmaster-level seniors died in the Demon Eye.

Among them is his Zhimin's master, he also thought about punishing those traitors, but unfortunately his strength was too weak at the beginning, and he couldn't advance an inch for a long time, and when he stepped into the grandmaster now, he found that he had lost that ambition.

Those who swallowed the resources of Wanfa Temple at the beginning are now either the overlords of the rivers and lakes of one side, or the humerus kings in the courts of various countries, and even some royal families that have quietly risen.

With his strength alone, at best, he can only assassinate some important people, and he can't shake the foundation behind those people, and even he may be defeated in a certain assassination.

Being able to break through the shackles of the grandmaster level is still thanks to the true scriptures taught to him by the little monk Mingyuan, if he doesn't repay him, he will be so disillusioned, he is really ashamed.

Although the destiny of heaven is difficult to change, it is just that I didn't fight for it, this is a thing I gave to the master, and there are still two months to go, and the deity is going to complete a thing, so Shaolin will entrust it to you and the younger brother of the round wheel. ”

The little monk Mingyuan stepped lightly, and suddenly appeared in front of the old monk Zhimin, and handed the three jade bottles in his hand to the other party.

Looking at the other party's puzzlement, the little monk of Mingyuan grinned: "Shaolin Temple has two excellent large pills, three top small pills, plus one purple gold broken jade pill, as for the efficacy, there is a detailed introduction on this jade silk." ”

The old monk Zhimin was a little stunned, took the jade bottle, and when he looked back again, he realized that the little monk Mingyuan had been gone for a long time.

Under the bright moonlight, a long figure dragged far away at the door of the Scripture Pavilion, and the old monk Zhimin stood alone under the moon for two hours, his hand holding the jade bottle trembling.

"This is to give back the life of the old man in this life, Amitabha, the little brother is very kind and virtuous, if he is really lucky enough to step into the rumored realm, the old man will definitely be smeared with Shaolin's liver and brain. ”

At noon on the second day, the little monk Mingyuan got up from his wooden bed, and the stick monk guarding the outer door heard the movement and hurriedly knocked on the door: "Little Master, the presiding abbot has rushed back, and now he is in the Daxiong Treasure Hall." ”

Hearing this, the little monk Mingyuan was a little surprised, the Round Wheel Dharma King was still in the border area yesterday, more than 800 miles away from Yuantianfu, but he didn't expect to come back in just six hours.

When I rushed to the Daxiong Treasure Hall after washing, dozens of eyes were fixed on the little monk of Mingyuan, some of whom were well-intentioned and some of whom had bad intentions.

The Wheel Dharma King, who was sitting on the most central futon under the Bodhisattva of the Mahavira Treasure Hall, suddenly opened his eyes, and after seeing the little monk Mingyuan clearly, his face was surprised, and his eyes were vaguely moist.

During this time, he was almost sleepless looking for the traces of the little monk Mingyuan, although he knew in his heart that he was a person blessed by atmospheric luck, and he would not die in battle so easily.

But I didn't see him return with my own eyes, and I always had some apprehension in my heart, and now I saw him standing in front of me alive, and the stone in the heart of the Round Wheel Dharma King fell to the ground in an instant.

"I've seen the little ancestor, the ancestor Wan'an. Dozens of Shaolin Temple leaders and deacons are all leaning to the end, saluting to the little monk Mingyuan, and their voices are quite majestic, echoing in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, adding a few points of momentum.

"Little brother, you've finally returned!"

As the hearty laughter of the Wheel Dharma King came out, in a corner of the Mahavira Treasure Hall, the pale faces of more than 20 monks of the Mahayana Temple gradually eased.

The little monk Mingyuan glanced at those monks, and his heart became clear, this should be the monks of the mission who were deprived of all the power in the Shaolin Temple by his own order.

"Ah! I was lucky not to die, but I didn't expect that after a few months of not returning, Shaolin Temple has been renamed Mahayana Temple!"

The Round Wheel Dharma King's breath froze, and his smiling face was quite embarrassed, obviously he also learned from the monk in charge how the monks of the Mahayana Temple had been arrogant and domineering in the past few months.

"Senior brother, don't worry, after all, the Mahayana Temple is the head of the righteous path Buddhism, and Master Kongyuan has apologized to me many times, those are the monks under his hands, not the original intention of the Mahayana Temple. ”

The little monk Mingyuan twitched the corners of his mouth, he naturally understood that the Round Wheel Dharma King was playing a round game, and the Shaolin Temple was far inferior to the Mahayana Temple in terms of influence and heritage.

At this time, offending the Mahayana Temple, it may be a little impatient, but will the little monk Mingyuan compromise so simply?

The answer is no!

Before returning, he got a piece of news from a dark stake in Haiwan Fuqian, the martial arts are in chaos, not only the Great Qianguo, but also the Central Plains countries seem to have an invisible hand to stir up the storm and induce a war among the countries.

Today, more than 20 countries in the 100 countries of Ganzhou have been involved in a protracted war, and millions of armies of various countries on the battlefield are in an active state.

It seems that the Great Qianguo and the Qing Barbarians have also begun to masse their troops on a large scale, intending to start a real Armageddon in the border region, which is very likely to reach the largest scale in the past decade.

At the same time, the major forces in the imperial capital were also ready to move, and due to the awakening of the Haijia Haiji, the head of the Seven Great Generals Clan, some people began to have abnormal thoughts.

The major princes and princes have increased their efforts to win over the martial arts heroes, and several of the top ten super sects of the Great Qianguo have begun to stand in line, which means that the chaotic division of forces within the empire has begun.

However, it is incomprehensible that His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire has taken a tacit attitude towards this, which means that he does not intend to prevent the prince and grandson from coveting the chair under his ass.

Now the Mahayana Temple is difficult to break free from in the whirlpool of the princes' struggle for power, where is there still the heart to take care of the Shaolin Temple, and the little monk Mingyuan does not think that the high-level combat power of the Shaolin Temple is very poor.

With his own strength, Shaolin Temple has at least three grandmaster-level terrifying combat power, and with the threat strength of the three of them, it is not inferior to those super sects that have a long heritage.

The more than 20 large and small pills in his hand will be consumed within a month, and when the time comes, he will also be able to create a group of strong people, and the war of the kingdoms will not be a great opportunity for him to get involved!

Therefore, he does not intend to let any forces mix sand in the Shaolin Temple, and the rise of the Shaolin Temple cannot be destroyed.

"In that case, it's time for the Mahayana temple mission to return to the imperial capital. Our Shaolin Temple is going to be closed for a while, and we don't want to receive anyone in between. ”

The empty edge master of the Mahayana Temple, who had never spoken, had a cold cheek, the reason why he had not held back until now, and did not question the reason why Mingyuan injured many disciples of the Mahayana Temple, was that he could still penetrate.

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