The strongest college of the heavens

"Why do they gather at the foot of Songshan Mountain? Could it be that they think that our Shaolin Temple has broken its inheritance and came to snatch Songshan Mountain?"

"Let's go back and tell the abbot that something big is going to happen!"

The two monks looked at each other, ran away, and returned to the original road, a trace of panic flashed in their eyes.

"The abbot is not good. A sect composed of bald heads has come from below. They gathered at the foot of Songshan Mountain with evil intentions."

Chapter 261 The New Eighteenth Bronze Man

Fengyun World, Shaolin Temple, Daxiong Palace.

"Ah~"

An old man with a dry face and a thin figure sat cross-legged in the hall, looking at a Buddha statue less than two meters high, and sighed.

The Buddha statue is not made of gold, and it doesn't even have gold paint on the surface. It is just a stone statue that is not exquisitely carved.

Who would have thought that the Shaolin Temple, once ranked among the top twelve, one of the holy places of martial arts in the world, and feared by all sects and sects, would fall to such an extent.

"The inheritance of Shaolin Temple must not be broken in my hands."

Abbot Dukong said in pain.

I don't know since when, Shaolin Temple seems to be controlled by an invisible big hand. As long as there are geniuses or they have cultivated to the level of a great master, these people will disappear out of thin air, and they don't know whether they are dead or alive.

In addition, almost all the top martial arts of their Shaolin Temple have been lost, not to mention the superb martial arts such as Tathagata God's Palm and Washing Suit Sutra, even the Yi Jin Jing has long been lost.

"I don't know who is operating all this?"

Abbot Dukong felt chills all over his body when he thought of the fate of other sects who were also ranked among the twelve panicked sects.

Jianzong has disappeared from all corners of the country. If it weren't for the famous people in the world, he would not know the reputation of Jianzong.

And their Shaolin School and Wudang School, the two former masters of martial arts, don't know how long the mountain has been closed, and there is not even a single disciple who went down the mountain.

"I hope that the Buddha will bless you, and the devil can be eradicated as soon as possible."

Abbot Dukong secretly prayed in his heart.

Although I don't know who is behind the scenes, but the black hand behind the scenes has been suppressing the Shaolin Temple and Wudang sect, which is the righteous way of martial arts, and it is definitely not a famous school.

"The abbot's big event is not good, and a sect composed of bald heads came from below, gathered at the foot of Songshan Mountain, with evil intentions..."

At this moment, Abbot Du Kong heard panic outside the door, and then saw two monks running in with panic expressions.

"The bald sect?"

Abbot Dukong got up slowly. Under the pressure that his sect might be destroyed every day, his mind had already been as firm as a rock. He was not overly alarmed when he heard the report from the two monks.

"Isn't it the Tianxiahui?"

Although the Shaolin Temple has been closed, Abbot Dukong has been carefully observing the situation in the rivers and lakes.

Nowadays, all the powers in the world are dominated by Tianxiahui and Wushuang City, and the limelight of Tianxiahui is even more powerful, but compared with Wushuangcheng, it lacks some background.

The Tianxiahui was created by Xiongba, and within a few decades it has faintly become the largest faction in the world.

However, Wushuang City is a family of martial arts that has been passed down for hundreds of years. The sword master who was once as famous as Wulin in Wulin mythology was born in Wushuang City, and his ancestors also produced many top powerhouses.

"They were all bald. When we looked down from the mountainside, we saw a vast expanse of whiteness, which made our eyes hurt."

One of the monks reported.

"At least hundreds of people."

Another monk said with a slightly panicked expression.

There are only a few dozen people in their Shaolin Temple, if these hundreds of people attack, their Shaolin Temple might be wiped out today, they don't want to die yet.

"Hundreds of bald heads?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Abbot Dukong's eyes, and he was a little puzzled.

In the whole world, only monks can shave their heads. It is really strange that hundreds of bald heads suddenly appeared.

"Come and see with me."

Abbot Dukong said.

If someone really wants to destroy their Shaolin Temple, he can only protect the way with his body today, unless he dies, otherwise, he must not let the villain succeed.

"There are a total of four Shaolin temples with great masters in charge, twelve Shaolin temples with master-level masters in total, and even more innate realms..."

At this time, at the foot of Songshan Mountain, the initial interview with Abbot Kucheng had also ended, and he had a rough idea of ​​the strength of the interviewing forces.

"Thirty places will be given to all Shaolin Temples with great masters in charge, and the grand masters will not be included in the quota. Moreover, for each additional master, three more places can be given.

"The Shaolin Temple where the master-level masters sit in gives them ten places, and the masters are not included in the quota."

"The Shaolin Temple where the masters of the Xiantian realm sits gives them three places."

After the interview, Abbot Kucheng determined the final selection method.

He originally planned to interview a Shaolin Temple and let all the disciples of this Shaolin Temple pass, but after consideration, he rejected this idea.

Abbot Kucheng can be sure that if he allows the entire Shaolin Temple to be moved to Fengyun World, these Shaolin Temples will definitely choose the same as them, and no one will be left in the original world.

However, the situation of each Shaolin Temple is uneven, if all of them are recruited into the Shaolin Temple of the Fengyun World, the Shaolin Temple of the Fengyun World will be inferior.

Now he gave these Shaolin temples specific quotas. There are at least hundreds of disciples in these Shaolin temples with great masters and masters. In order to gain a firm foothold in the world of wind and cloud, they will definitely transfer all the elites of the sect.

"Since the dean gave me a chance, I can't let the dean down."

The abbot of Kucheng has another ambition.

Make the Fengyun World Shaolin Temple truly the general courtyard of the Shaolin Temple in the heavens and ten thousand realms, and select elites from these Shaolin Temples every once in a while to continuously expand the Fengyun World Shaolin Temple.

This time, because of the sudden incident, he needed a master to complete the dean's orders, so the most important criterion for the assessment was strength.

As long as the strength reaches the standard, other defects can be ignored.

"When selecting Shaolin Temple disciples in the future, we need to consider not only their strength, but also their Buddha nature and heart."

"Those Shaolin temples that don't even have masters in the innate realm, then give them a place."

Abbot Kucheng thought about it for a while, and added one more thing.

"You have a quarter of an hour to determine the specific quota."