Chapter 64: Old monk-Dharma

　　The text can’t be discussed, but in the end it must be solved by force!
After doing one, he did one. Monk Duzhen feels he is a genius and is unparalleled in calculation. He had expected that these people would not rest in peace. He originally had a ray of hope for Wen Tan, but now he is completely disappointed. Seng Mi said: "Go and invite Uncle Master out."
　　 They are preparing for more than a month for today, so it is impossible to give up.
The veteran Taoists were shocked. Although they were prepared, they still felt heavy pressure. The Shaolin inheritance is no shorter than the Taoist school, and the heritage is also strong. The veteran Taoist quickly muttered: "It seems that Shaolin intends to expose his trump card directly. No matter what the outcome of today’s battle is, we should go all out!"
　　 "Why don't you let Hong Qigong take the shot?" Someone suggested that, after all, Hong Qigong is one of the five must-dos, a master of innate realm.
However, Zhang Lao Dao, the new appointment of the Tianshidao, shook his head and said: "Hong Qigong is a beggar gang and is not suitable for this fight. Since Shaolin dared to show his cards, he would have thought of running into him, so we need to launch a stronger one. It’s a generational talent. From the perspective of poor Taoism, it is not as good as the Taoist Taoist sent by God to send Lin Taoist friends. It was once a rare genius in a century. How about playing for each of our Taoist sects and winning a battle?"
　　 All the Taoist people around all nodded slightly and said, "Friend Lin is indeed feasible, and he can also represent my Taoist families!"
　　 As for the Jianghu school, they no longer have a say.
　　 Dao Sect is low-key, but it doesn't mean that strength is weak. Even Hong Qigong dare not bully, let alone those arena forces that do not have innate masters as their hole cards. At most, they live by Dao Sects, and they usually pick up some small bargains.
　　 On the other side, the backyard of Buddhism.
　　 "Uncle Duzhen, Brother Duzhen asked me to come to welcome you out!"
　　 A few little monks said respectfully to the old man in a red robe. The old monk had white eyebrows and white hair, his face was suffering, and there was a string of huge Buddhist beads hanging around his neck. Each one was as big as a baby's fist.
　　 faintly opened his eyes, and the old monk said, "Amitabha, let's go."
　　 is a prosperous Buddhism, he also needs to go for a while, it is not to expose Shaolin cards.
In the martial arts field, the old monk paced slowly, looking at the rare Taoist old man and many martial arts masters in the world, he couldn't help but sighed, "Why don't you come to my Shaolin to join in the fun? .
　　 It is Shaolin's own choice whether it is to be born or to escape from the world. What to do with heroes such as You, or do not be the one who stands in the way, otherwise the Buddha will blame it! "The old monk's flat voice seemed to be full of magical power in a certain position, and he couldn't help but start thinking: Is it a sin to prevent Shaolin from reopening the mountain gate?
　　 After all, Shaolin also has a compassionate side.
　　Tianshidao Zhang Laodao looked ugly, and couldn't help but said: "You...you haven't passed away yet? Faxiang Zen Master, didn't you publicize your seclusion fifty years ago?"
　　 He thought that the old monk had already entered the soil, but who knew that this old guy was still alive, he seemed to be in good spirits, and he might live for decades.
"Amitabha Buddha and Zhang Donor are still alive, how can the poor monk pass away?" The Faxiang monk shook his head, and persuaded: "You should go down the mountain when you wait. I think nothing happened in Shaolin. I have been in the rivers and lakes since then. Everyone is capable of it."
With these words, the face of the old Dao of Heavenly Master Tao became darker, and he couldn't help but stare angrily: "Master Faxiang, what you practice is dry Zen, which is different from the authentic Shaolin Dafa. Why not belong to Fight for your Buddhism?"
　　 Zhang Lao Dao does not understand that there is a huge difference between Zen and Mahayana.
And this master of Faxiang Dao is an old monk. His kung fu broke into the innate more than fifty years ago. Now no one knows how strong he is. The only thing that Zhang Lao Dao worry about is that they are going to send Whether a person is an opponent.
"Donor Zhang, you have taken a picture. From the perspective of the poor monk, whether it is Mahayana or Hinayana, or various meditations, they are actually members of Buddhism. Only when all these things are combined can they be called Buddhism. The poor monk is for Buddhism, not Shaolin."
The old monk Faxiang explained calmly that he had understood many things long ago. Seeing that the faces of the Taoist schools were ugly, he said: "Everyone, since you have already chosen to do one, then come on. The poor monks have not been in these years. Idle."
　　 Zhang Lao Dao's face turned dark, so he had to say to the person next to him: "Friend Lin Dao is ready to shoot, the arrow is on the string and I have to send it."
　　 The Taoist nodded, and comforted: "Don't worry, I'm sure."
　　 Then he stood up with a whisk, and said to the old monk at Faxiang: "Master, one person will win the battle. Can Ding Shaolin reopen the mountain gate?"
　　A few times again, no one knows how many old monsters like Shaolin still have. After all, they have been handed down for many years, dozens of hundreds of years ago, and ghosts know how many there are.
　　 "Yes!"
　　 Zen Master Faxiang nodded heavily, and slowly removed the big Buddha beads from his neck, with a deep and honest voice: "This battle is related to Buddhism and Taoism. Poor monks will not release water, let alone give you a chance."
　　 Aside, Monk Duzhen also nodded slowly, expressing his agreement with the old monk of Faxiang and being responsible for the matter.
Even Zhang Lao Dao of the Heavenly Master Tao should say, "I also agree that it is determined by the First World War. If the Dao Sect loses, it will take the Dao Sects and the various factions of the rivers and lakes to leave. If Shaolin loses, it will seal the mountain. Cannot reopen for a hundred years!"
　　 "Okay!" The old monk nodded and said, "The poor monk will do his best. Ten years later, there will be changes in the grassland~EbookFREE.me~ You will be rescued by the Shaolin stick monk!"
　　As soon as this remark came out, no one except Jiang Que paid much attention, he couldn't help being solemn, "This old monk actually anticipated the future?"
　　 is really amazing!
　　 If he expected it to be true, the Mongolian army went south for almost these years, and when the Kingdom of Jin was destroyed, the grassland and the Southern Song Dynasty naturally confronted each other.
　　 At this time, the old Taoist priest didn't care about this, and said lightly: "Poverty Dao Lin Lingsu, added as the ancestor of the Shenxiao School, specially come to ask Dharma Sang master for one or two Buddha Dharma!"
　　 "Hi, it was him, Lin Lingsu, who created the Shenxiao Sect with one hand, didn't he actually die?"
　　 "Several dozens of hundreds of years have passed, and I don't know how far the skill of this old man has reached, I am afraid that he has already broken into the innate and become a peerless."
　　 "I guess it's stronger."
Lin Lingsuliang’s identity was shocked to many people. This Taoist genius who once wandered the rivers and lakes and courts, was also a martial arts master, and he gained the trust of the officials at that time and helped him build Taoist Gods. Send, to palm thunder.
I don’t know if Lin Lao Dao has mastered Lei Tingjiang, but Lin Lingsu’s ability to fool officials was definitely a top-notch one. Don’t look at Hong Qigong who can freely enter and leave the palace to get food and eat, it’s just officials. I feel that the Beggars have been restrained over the years, and from time to time they can still obtain intelligence about the enemy's country, which is the tacit approval.
　　 And Lin Lingsu dared to reveal the existence of martial arts in front of the officials, and the officials finally funded him to establish the Shenxiao Sect. This is not easy. How many people in the world can do this?
　　In the end, Zhang Laodao saw that the time was almost up, so he rushed to the two people in the center of the martial arts field and said, "Let's start, end early or go back!"
　　 One is one of the low-key Taoist leaders, and the other is a genius monk who used to be in Buddhism. It is still unknown who wins and loses!