Master Shikong did not respond to the teasing of the solitary man in Wushuang City. He just folded the Buddha beads in his hands and chanted with lowered eyebrows and eyes, "Amitabha."
Obviously, Master Shikong was very calm and unmoved by his words.
In the big tent, the leaders of the various forces who were discussing how to deal with the hegemony saw the top power Wushuang City suddenly provoking the Shaolin Temple. They looked at each other for a while and didn't know what to do.
So I simply calmed down and waited to watch the show.
For them, there has never been any harmony in the world. The flash of swords, the shadow of swords, the ridicule and banter are nothing. Fighting is normal.
There is a grudge between Wushuang City and Shaolin, and its protector Shi Wu Zun was once an outstanding disciple of Shaolin Temple.
Just for some reason, he left Shaolin and came to Wushuang City.
The two forces fought over this in the beginning, but in the end no one could do anything about the other and the matter was settled.
It's just a grudge, and when we met today, I couldn't help but take aim at him.
"What? Old monk, what do you mean by not speaking? Did I say something wrong? Then the person who slaughtered your Shaolin once is not a demon? Hahaha..."
Seeing that Master Shikong was not moved at all by his words, Dugu Fang continued to increase his provocation.
"That's enough! Dugu Yifang, that's Shaolin, the ancestral land, don't deliberately mix it up."
Before Master Shikong could speak, Monk Buxu of Miyin Temple next to him could not help but speak.
Monk Buxu was young and in his prime. He was a monk with a true temperament. He always hated evil and resented it, but the most he couldn't stand Dugu's aggressive and provocative attitude, so he always scolded him.
"Ancestral Land? Haha, I thought that all Buddhists in the world were of the same lineage. I didn't expect that you don't even dare to seek justice for the ancestral land of Buddhism."
Dugu Yifang showed no fear in the face of monk Fuxu's scolding, and his words were still sarcastic.
This wasn't that Dugu Yifang had any grudge against Chen Fan and deliberately wanted to provoke a dispute between them, and he didn't think that a few words could cause any trouble. He just wanted to vent his anger.
For Dugu Yifang, not winning the Wushuang City battle with Shaolin meant he suffered a loss, and he always felt uncomfortable without being disgusted by the opponent.
"Dugu Yifang, what are your intentions in deliberately provoking a fight between Shaolin and Yangzhou City?"
"Amitabha, Shaolin has its own affairs to deal with. There is no need for Dugu Donor to worry about it."
Monk Buxu had just finished speaking, and Master Shikong clasped his hands together not wanting to continue the argument.
For Master Shi Kong, there is no need to argue with unreasonable people.
Bear with him, let him, let him, avoid him, be patient with him, respect him, ignore him.
"What if I insist on worrying?"
"Amitabha, this temple welcomes Almsgiver Dugu to become a monk and take care of worldly affairs for this temple."
Master Shikong's answer was still calm and gentle, but these words made all the power leaders in the big tent who were watching the excitement tremble in their hearts. He was worthy of being an ancient inherited sect, and his words were so "classy". Threatening people can also make a difference.
"you..."
Obviously, Dugu Yifang also understood the profound meaning and couldn't help but slap the table and stand up.
"Hey, what's going on? It's going to be exciting when you come here?"
As the two sides were confronting each other, a hearty laughter suddenly sounded, and a handsome young man in white walked in with a smile on his face and a Tang sword in his hand.
The visitor was none other than the devil they were discussing just now, Chen Fan, who came from Yangzhou.
He looked at the middle-aged man who was standing and pounding the table, staring fiercely at an old monk with white hair and beard, and couldn't help but want to watch the excitement.
"Hahaha, everyone is here. Come, City Master Chen, I will introduce you to you."
However, Chen Fan's desire to gossip was extinguished in the blink of an eye. As soon as Chen Fan came in, a middle-aged man in official uniform appeared closely behind him.
I saw that his steps were steady and powerful, and his internal strength was strong, as if he was a warrior who had reached the level of a master.
This is Wu Zhongyuan, the "imperial envoy" sent by the Supreme Martial Arts to coordinate the fight against the blood-handed demon tyrant who has caused panic among people.
He had just left the tent to greet Chen Fan, otherwise Dugu Fang would not have had a conflict with Master Shikong of the Shaolin Temple.
As for the other leaders of the big tent, they were not familiar with Chen Fan, a native of the ancestral land, and there was no need to lower their status to greet him.
Dugu Fang didn't know what to say when he saw Wu Zhongyuan come in. He wanted to give him the respect of the martial arts supreme, so he reluctantly sat down again.
"City Lord Chen, this is the Lord of Dugu City on the Dugu side of Wushuang City."
"This is hosted by Shaolin Shikong."
"This is Master Fuxu of Miyin Temple."
"This is Lu Yi, the master of Prince Xia's palace."
“.....”
Wu Zhongyuan naturally saw that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the big tent, but he didn't pay attention. To him, wasn't that what a group of warriors in the world were like? He slaps the table and shouts when he disagrees with someone, which shows no quality.
He acted as if he didn't notice anything and enthusiastically introduced everyone present to Chen Fan one by one.
"Yangzhou City, City Lord Chen Fan."
Of course, I don’t forget to introduce Chen Fan to everyone at the end.
But compared to Wu Zhongyuan's enthusiasm, Chen Fan found that others looked at him strangely.
I was a little confused for a while.
Chen Fan didn't know that before he came, Dugu Fang of Wushuang City had ridiculed Master Shikong of Shaolin Temple about him.
After watching the show, I saw a real person, which was a bit curious and unnatural.
"Okay, everyone is here, let's continue to discuss the charter of conquering the Tianxiahui Xiongba."
Wu Zhongyuan, as the person in charge sent by the Supreme Martial Arts to take charge of the crusade against Xiong Ba, naturally his first task is to coordinate everyone to deal with Xiong Ba.
So as soon as Chen Fan arrived, he started to greet him.
In the big tent, there are nine families that can be considered to be first-rate and powerful. If this is recorded, this situation must be like this;
"Nine major forces besieged the pre-war meeting of the Tianxiahui.
This is another major event since the six sects besieged Guangmingding a hundred years ago, the ten sects besieged Wuming ten years ago, and the seven sects besieged Yangzhou City five years ago. "
....
The discussion process went as Chen Fan had expected. The Supreme Martial Arts Master was not present in person, and everyone refused to accept anyone. They were so quarrelsome that no one was willing to fight a tough battle and consume their own people.
Tianxiahui is said to have nearly hundreds of thousands of members, all of whom are warriors with a foundation in martial arts. Everyone is willing to pick out the weak and bully the weak, so forget it if they fight hard.
Wu Zhongyuan could not convince the people on the field at all, so many things could not be carried out.
During this period, Chen Fan also rejected a series of tactics that were unfavorable to him.
Chen Fan also brought 10,000 troops with him this time, and among them, the Xuanfeng Guards who had been vigorously trained also transferred 1,000 troops.
At this time, after several years of hard training, Xuanfengwei already has the strength of the mid-term acquired.
The strongest ones are even innate.
This visit was led by "Feng", the boss of the Western Protector Heavenly King.
A real dragon cannot be raised in shallow water. Without actual combat, it will always be an embroidered pillow.
This time Chen Fan brought part of his family wealth to train and screen with blood and fire. The strong will live and the weak will die.
He is not a philanthropist. If he wants to raise someone, he is also raising a valuable person.
Those worthless will be eliminated in the flames of war.
The discussion meeting was chaotic and ended in an anticlimactic manner. In the end, they chose to fight on their own, all nine groups came out together, and finally the Tianxiahui headquarters met.
And just when Chen Fan walked out of the parliament tent, Shaolin Temple Shikong, who had been silent during the discussion, suddenly walked towards him slowly.
Just when Chen Fan was confused and the other leaders of the forces showed meaningful expressions, Master Shikong spoke.
"Amitabha, cut off the fallen leaves with your sharp sword, cut the cold wind with your sharp sword.
The blood of the Great Hall has not yet dried up, and the souls of grievances have not been saved. After the incident of Xiongba, they also invited Almsgiver Chen to come to Shaolin to chant sutras and save others and themselves. "
As soon as these words came out, the master of all the forces turned his head inadvertently and looked at Dugu Yifang, who showed a hint of surprise, which was profound.
After all, Master Shikong was aroused by Dugu Fang's subtle thoughts. He thought that if Buddhism was so bold and annihilated once, if there was no action at all, it would be difficult for the world to raise its head. He had no choice but to eliminate the demon.
"Jia Zi chants sutras to save others and save himself? Ha..."
Chen Fan looked at Master Shikong, who had a compassionate look on his face, and his originally warm expression gradually turned cold.
He finally understood that this monk was here to settle old scores.
Wei Wei looked around at everyone present and said nothing, but the Tang Dao in his hand inadvertently revealed a hint of edge.
A hurricane rose out of thin air, and the air was freezing.
