Even the Shaolin Temple, the leading Buddhist sect, was of no concern to Yang Cheng; he was determined to completely subdue them.
At this moment, on Mount Shaoshi, inside the ancient Shaolin Temple, a temple with a history of over a thousand years.
Fa Kong, the abbot of Shaolin Temple and the Arhat who had been saved from persecution, held a golden Zen staff and looked out of Shaolin Temple with a solemn expression.
Below him were the heads of various halls of Shaolin Temple, numbering seven or eight.
Of course, not all the heads of the various halls under Shaolin Temple are martial artists with extremely high cultivation levels. Some are responsible for refining elixirs, while others are responsible for teaching new disciples.
However, all things considered, the current generation of Shaolin Temple is also quite strong, with almost all of them being martial arts grandmasters.
"That Grand Commander Yang Cheng of the Zhenwu Hall is already heading towards our Shaolin Temple. What are your thoughts, fellow disciples?"
Fakong is over sixty years old this year, but he does not look old at all. He is tall and strong, with the appearance of a Vajra Arhat.
"This Yang Cheng is incredibly arrogant!"
At the martial arts tournament, he coerced the entire martial arts world to hand over their techniques and submit to the Zhenwu Hall. Now he's coming after my Shaolin Temple. Does he really think the entire Central Plains martial arts world is helpless?
The head monk of the Arhat Hall was a bearded, rugged-looking monk with an angry expression, as if he couldn't wait to fight Yang Cheng for three hundred rounds.
"Sigh, if we had known that Yang Cheng would actually dare to go to the martial arts tournament, we should have gone there too. If we had joined forces with Xuanyuan Valley God, we might have been able to deal with Yang Cheng."
"Even if we can deal with Yang Cheng, then Xuanyuan Valley God will be confirmed as the leader of the martial arts alliance!"
At that time, the reputation of the Xuanyuan family will far surpass that of all other sects in the world. If he has any ill intentions towards my Shaolin Temple, how should my Shaolin Temple deal with it?
I know what Xuanyuan Valley God is planning, and it's one thing for Shaolin Temple to remain silent, but now you're actually going to cooperate with him? What are you thinking?"
"Hmph! If we don't join forces with Xuanyuan Valley God, the result now is that Yang Cheng is coming to our door!"
"The Valley God Xuanyuan may harbor ill intentions towards my Shaolin Temple, but Yang Cheng's intentions are blatantly malicious!"
The group argued incessantly, making this supposedly peaceful Buddhist sanctuary anything but peaceful.
Fakong frowned and said, "Enough! I called you here to discuss countermeasures, not to listen to your quarrel!"
When soldiers come, we will block them; when water comes, we will dam it. Over the years, there have been more critical moments than this, and we have always survived them.
Go to the Jingxin Hall immediately and respectfully request the help of all your senior uncles, masters, and even grandmasters.
If we lose this battle, everyone must not fight to the death.
"Since that person said he could handle Yang Cheng, then let him go."
The head monk of the Arhat Hall hesitated for a moment and said, "Abbot, I always feel that there is something wrong with that fellow. He said that he also came from a Buddhist family, but the Buddhism he practices seems to be different from the Buddhism we practice."
Fakong sighed, "Whether they are the same or not, they are all members of my Buddhist community."
The world is in chaos now, with all sorts of demons, monsters, and heroes rising up everywhere.
Three years ago, our Shaolin Temple suffered a setback in the capital, completely offending the Great Zhou Dynasty, and thus lost any chance to advance further.
Therefore, in this chaotic world, our Shaolin Temple only seeks self-preservation this time, and nothing more.
Fakong was also helpless. The reason why Shaolin Temple was so obedient this time was because no outstanding talents emerged in Shaolin Temple during this surge of spiritual energy.
People like Dugu Cheng and Zhang Zhichan are actually beneficiaries of the increase in spiritual energy.
Without the growth of spiritual energy, their strength would be at most average.
However, after their spiritual energy increased, their strength increased almost explosively, which was quite terrifying.
Luo Fei of the Heavenly Sword Sect and Xuanwei Zhenren of the Xuanzhen Dao Sect have also experienced significant increases in strength.
However, no such figure has appeared in the entire Shaolin Temple, and even Fakong's power amplification can only be described as mediocre.
That's why Fakong didn't get involved in this Jianghu dispute.
He thought Yang Cheng would stop after swallowing up the entire Central Plains martial arts world, but he didn't expect Yang Cheng's appetite to be so big. Not only did he swallow up the Central Plains martial arts world, but he also wanted to swallow up his Shaolin Temple!
At the same time, Fakong also felt very frustrated.
Neither the Taoist nor Buddhist sects participated in the martial arts tournament, so Yang Cheng's next targets in the Central Plains martial arts world were only two: his Shaolin Temple and the Xuanzhen Taoist sect.
Yang Cheng came straight to Shaolin Temple without even thinking. Did he think Shaolin Temple was easy to bully?
Just then, a young novice monk ran into the main hall in a slightly flustered manner and said, "Abbot! Yang Cheng has led his men up the mountain!"
Fa Kong sighed, then said in a deep voice, "Let's go, let's go and meet this Grand Commander of the Zhenwu Hall!"
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