Songshan, Shaolin Temple.
Looking around, as far as the eye can see, there are huge and majestic temple buildings and the green smoke rising in the sky like mist.
There is an endless stream of faithful men and women, and the incense and incense are flourishing.
Two visions of heaven and earth made the world anxious and anxious, and everyone struggled to survive.
Warriors seek opportunities, while common people seek gods and Buddhas.
In the Main Hall, a Dharma conference is being held at this time.
Led by Zen Master Dabei, he led a group of disciples to give lectures on Zen under the gaze of the three Buddhas in the hall, the "Three Generations of Buddhas" (Sakyamuni Buddha, Medicine Buddha, and Amitabha Buddha).
Suddenly, the sky and the earth darkened, and a dazzling sword light from far to near broke through the wall and smashed the tiles with an incomparable momentum and fell from the sky, filling everyone's eyes and hearts.
"Boom!"
With a loud noise, the main palace collapsed.
The originally solemn and solemn hall instantly turned into ruins and ruins.
The Buddha statue has a golden body and returns to the top of the spiritual mountain.
The Buddha statue was broken. Zen Master Dabei and his disciples died.
The mighty and devastating sword light shocked the world.
At this moment, the monk was stunned and the pilgrims were panicked.
The strong wind howled and moved according to his heart. Chen Fan, with his white clothes fluttering and holding a Tang sword, slowly came to the ruins of the Main Hall and stood in front of the ruins step by step.
Eyes slightly drooped, eyes closed to relax. He was waiting, waiting for all the monks from Shaolin Temple to gather.
It's a lot of trouble to kill people one by one, but together, it's all over.
Things went as Chen Fan expected. The monks in the Shaolin Temple did not disperse because of the sword attack. The cohesion of Shaolin, which has thousands of years of honor and disgrace and is the dominant martial arts world, is not generally strong.
"Amitabha!"
I saw the figure of Xi Dao galloping from the backyard of the Shaolin Temple. Looking at their strong and vigorous appearance, no one would have thought that they were a group of old monks with wrinkled faces and white beards.
They surrounded Chen Fan as soon as they arrived at the ruins of the Main Hall.
They are the foundation of Shaolin, the guardians of Shaolin, and they are all in the late stage of innate martial arts.
Followed closely by thousands of warrior monks.
Led by several heads of halls, they gathered around with various weapons in hand. Apparently they heard the noise here and knew that there were daring and reckless troublemakers who did not care about life and death.
The monk who saw the sword just moved forward slowly with fear and fear at the urging of the leader.
The monk who didn't see it was very high-spirited and kept shouting that he would make the troublemaker look good and would not let him go down the mountain without being punished with ten years of hard labor.
However, after seeing the deep knife marks and the collapsed main hall, the mutterings and shouts in his mouth stopped, and there was only a look of horror and fear on his face.
Chen Fan, who was looking at the fluttering white clothes and the majestic weapons, couldn't stop thinking wildly in his heart about who this young man was. When did such a madman appear in the world?
With such powerful martial arts, the main palace collapsed with his sword.
"Amitabha!
Where does the donor come from? Why did you kill my Shaolin disciples and destroy my Mahavira Palace for no reason? "
Among the old monks who arrived first, the one standing in front of Chen Fan looked old but his voice was unexpectedly loud. He clasped his hands and asked Chen Fan.
But maybe he saw the lethality of Chen Fan's sword. His voice was loud but his tone was "peaceful", unlike Fang Zheng and Xin Hu who just shouted "Devil".
The wind howled, and the clothes fluttered.
After hearing the old monk's inquiry, Chen Fan, who was standing in front of the ruins, slowly opened his eyes and said nothing, but looked around indifferently.
When he first saw that many monks had gathered nearby, he nodded slightly and simply replied to the old monk in front of him;
"Chen Fan, destroy Shaolin!"
This is the first and last time Chen Fan speaks here.
The words were indifferent and without any ripples, as if they were talking about a trivial matter.
But the monks who heard this were not calm, their faces were extremely ugly and frightened.
What's ugly is that the other party is brazenly saying that he wants to destroy Shaolin.
I am worried that the devil Chen Fan is here, and where are Abbot Fangzheng, Master Xinhu and the monks who went with them?
But Chen Fan didn't give them a chance to think, and an extremely dazzling and cold sword light lit up.
The color of the sky and the earth changed, and wind, snow, and frost descended on the world.
On this day, the Buddha statue was stained with blood and the temple collapsed.
The cold wind howled, corpses were everywhere, human heads, and Buddha heads gathered together.
The Shaolin Temple, which had been established for thousands of years, was destroyed.
.....
The weather was bright and the sky was blue.
Chen Fan spent seven days going back and forth.
It took two days to go and five days to come back.
In Yangzhou City, when Chen Fan came back, he could hardly see any Jianghu people. They had all evacuated in just a few days.
The people continue to live and work in peace and contentment.
There were no more corpses at the door of Chen's mansion, and the huge street was spotless and completely new.
Chen Fan was very satisfied. He looked around and saw that there were no neighbors around him. He decided to expand the mansion again.
Five is too small. Let’s go to twelve and recruit more people.
Money is meant to be spent, and while enjoying it, Chen Fan never wronged himself.
As for what is not in line with the identity, transgression, haha...
Is he still afraid of this thing now?
...
Chen Fan returned home, and the first thing he did when he came back was to sort out the items he got from Shaolin.
As the saying goes, a thief can't catch a thief without a goose plucking his hair.
Although Chen Fan was not a thief, he did not lose sight of Shaolin, which had been passed down for nearly a thousand years.
The Yi Jin Jing, the seventy-two unique skills, the "Da Huan Dan" and the elixir prescriptions were all collected by Chen Fan.
Of course, there are also a few unique Buddhist scriptures.
Among them was a book called "Happy Zen". Chen Fan read it that day and asked Jiang Yuyan to practice it that night.
The way of yin and yang, the taste of acacia, is indeed delicious.
After practicing, I will feel refreshed, the true energy in my body will be more pure, and it will function more smoothly.
It is worthy of being the only copy collected by Shaolin that has been passed down for thousands of years. This is much better than messing around before.
...
When a thought arises, the wind and cold come, when a knife falls, everything is startled!
While Chen Fan was staying at home, reading and practicing martial arts, word spread about Yangzhou, and soon after, the news of Shaolin's demise spread throughout the world.
The whole Ming Dynasty was boiling.
Both the Jianghu and the court were shocked and horrified.
I can't imagine what it is like for one person to massacre tens of thousands of people.
Are you a human? How is it different from gods and demons?
...
The Emperor of the Ming Dynasty was determined to send troops. If ten thousand troops and horses were not enough, he would use one hundred thousand; if one hundred thousand was not enough, he would use three hundred thousand.
Very determined.
Of course, the reason why he sent troops was not because Chen Fan violated the laws of the Ming Dynasty and killed people, but because he believed that the reason why Chen Fan was so powerful was because he had the chance to change from heaven at the Leshan Giant Buddha.
This tremendous opportunity should originally belong to the imperial court, and to him.
It was Chen Fan who forcibly broke into the Leshan Giant Buddha Cave, a forbidden area of the imperial court, and took the opportunity that originally belonged to him.
Every time he thought about this, he wanted to eat his flesh and gnaw his bones.
When sending troops to attack, one is venting his anger, and the other is wanting to get back the opportunity that belongs to him.
However, the emperor's idea was good, but he did not get the support of the court ministers.
Compared with the already stunned emperor, the ministers in the court were very sober. With Chen Fan's current strength, he might be able to level the Forbidden City with his sword before the army could move.
So instead of counting on the opportunity Chen Fan got, it would be better to send more people into the Leshan Giant Buddha Cave to explore.
What if there is an opportunity inside that Chen Fan didn't take away, right? After all, there's no telling.
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