chapter 44

Shaoshi Mountain was a small temple with only four or five run-down houses.

The courtyard was bustling with activity.

Xuan Yuan, Xuan Gang, and Wuzhen were all busy setting up the venue for the Dharma Assembly.

The nine Grand Elders of the Demonic Sect were also present. With Wuzhen around, the nine Grand Elders of the Demonic Sect did not even dare to breathe loudly. They were all busy setting up the venue.

In the beginning, a few gangsters came to Shaoshi Mountain to cause trouble. The nine Grand Elders of the Demonic Sect who had been suppressing their anger for a long time dragged them away and gave them a good beating.

If not for their fear of Wuzhen, the nine Grand Elders of the Demonic Sect would have started a massacre.

Buddha statues, offering tables, merit boxes …

Incense flowers, candles, fruits, and other offerings were all set up.

There were four rectangular platforms with bronze chimes, battle drums, hand bells, and other Dharma instruments. There was also a main altar for Xuanxin, the abbot, to preach scriptures.

Gradually, more and more pilgrims and believers came to Shaoshi Mountain.

Many of them were people from the Fallen Immortal Town. These pilgrims and believers who came to Shaoshi Mountain brought offerings.

Some offered incense and candles, while others offered fruits, clothes, and food.

Those who were more affluent went straight to the merit boxes.

They threw money in handfuls.

"I've finally come to Shaoshi Mountain."

"I've been secretly saving some money behind my wife's back. I'm going to donate it to Shaolin."

A short man carried his pancake stall up the mountain and went straight to the merit boxes.

He donated some broken pieces of silver.

Then he set up a stall to sell his pancakes.

"Two pancakes from the Martial Arts University."

A shopkeeper dressed in silk came to the short man and bought two pancakes to eat.

Then he walked to the merit boxes, took out a big ingot of silver and threw it in.

"A few days ago, I hurt my ribs. It was Master Xuanxin who cured me with his great power."

The generous shopkeeper said gratefully after he donated the silver.

"Sigh, I was fully recovered a few days ago."

"When I got home, my wife gave me some medicine to help me recuperate, but the next day, the chest pain from the typhoid relapsed."

The short man selling the steamed pancakes looked enviously at the shopkeeper who bought the steamed pancakes.

He couldn't figure it out either.

More and more people from the Fallen Immortal Town began to discuss heatedly in the courtyard. All of them were full of gratitude and admiration for the Shaolin Temple and Xuanxin.

"Hehe, I, Ximen Shang, donate ten thousand taels of silver to Shaolin."

A young man, who was dressed in luxurious clothes and was full of makeup, took out banknotes and announced loudly, "Abbot Shaolin, Master Xuanxin is a divine monk who has achieved the Dao."

"A few days ago, in town, he cured my waist with his great divine power."

"Did you see that? With my current waist, I can easily climb Shaoshi Mountain in one breath …"

This young man, Ximen Shang, was a famous rich man in the Fallen Immortal Town. His business was doing very well.

He was so generous that he attracted everyone's attention.

The short man selling the steamed pancakes even took the initiative to do business with Ximen Shang.

However, there were many pilgrims and believers who didn't come from the Fallen Immortal Town. They had only heard of the Shaolin Temple today.

They came because they were curious.

They saw the people from the Fallen Immortal Town praising Shaolin as if he was a god. They even offered incense and other resources.

They even donated large amounts of silver.

Especially Ximen Shang, who donated ten thousand taels of silver in one go.

The rich people who had never heard of Shaolin before were jealous.

They felt that it was unbelievable.

"Are they crazy? How can a divine monk with great divine power come from such a small temple? "

"Something's not right. How can a small temple like this hold a dharma assembly?"

"Isn't Shaolin too poor? What dharma assembly? Isn't this a waste of my time? "

"That's strange. Are they crazy? Why are they donating so much money and resources?"

"What's so special about this small temple? How can a powerful monk come from such a shabby temple? "

"I've never heard of the Shaolin Temple. How can they have the nerve to hold a dharma assembly like this?"

"Are these people who are donating money hired by Shaolin from this shabby temple?"

"Maybe they're here to cheat everyone. How can a powerful monk come from such a shabby place?"

"That's quite mysterious. How can a monk stay in such a shabby temple?"

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Many pilgrims who came from other places were disappointed when they saw how shabby the Shaolin Temple was.

They saw the rich man from the Fallen Immortal Town donating a large amount of money and resources.

They also praised the temple to the point that it was a god.

They couldn't understand.

For a moment, they were not only jealous.

There were even quite a few people who voiced their doubts and ridicule. Clearly, what they saw in front of them was a small, run-down temple in the wilderness.

A temple that they had never heard of before.

However, these people praised the temple to the point that it was a god. They said that it was a powerful monk and a rich man who donated a large amount of money.

When the people of the Fallen Immortal Town heard these doubts and even mocking voices, they were immediately unhappy.

The dharma assembly had not even started and they were already arguing.

The situation was about to get out of control!

Xuan Yuan and Xuan Gang were also troubled when they saw the pilgrims arguing.

After the old man in green went up the mountain, he saw the Shaolin Temple's believers arguing.

He frowned and shook his head in disappointment.

A temple should at least look presentable, even if it wasn't a magnificent temple.

Just this?

It's nothing. How dare you hold a dharma assembly? What ability do you have to report the dharma assembly?

Forget about this. What's wrong with these people who are praising the temple?

What's wrong with all this?

"Sir, there are many people from the Demonic Sect here."

"They're all very strong."

Yuan Fang, who was next to the old man in green, became vigilant. She was in a state of tension and had been paying attention to the people around Wuzhen.

The nine elders of the Demonic Sect who were honest and well-behaved.

And the nine elders of the Demonic Sect also noticed Yuan Fang.

However, the elders of the Demonic Sect did not care about Yuan Fang at all. In their opinion, Shaolin had Wuzhen, a powerful senior with great power, here.

Who dared to be presumptuous and make trouble here?

Only the nine of them had completely restrained their auras. They did not even dare to breathe loudly.

Each of them was as harmless as a cat.

"Humph, such a foul atmosphere. It's a disgrace to Buddhism."

The old man in green snorted coldly, and the righteous spirit kept surging all over his body.

He felt very disappointed in his heart.

"Elder, why don't you ask my son to inform Master Xuanxin?"

Xiao Zhan, who had just gone up the mountain, saw the cold-faced Elder Du.

He thought that he should ask Xiao Huohuo to inform Master Xuanxin and ask him to come out to receive Elder Du.

Although Elder Du had retired from his post and returned to his hometown.

His influence was still very great.

"No need."

Elder Du's expression was not very good. Disappointed, he said coldly and was about to turn and leave.

At this moment, Xuanxin, who was wearing a gorgeous golden brocade cassock and holding a noble shining nine-ringed monk staff, walked out of the meditation room with an unfathomable temperament of a divine monk.

The pilgrims were noisy. Xuan Yuan and the Xuan Gang felt a headache. They had no choice but to ask Xuanxin to come out to calm the situation.

"Master Xuanxin is out."

"Divine monk, I finally see the divine monk again."

"Master, do you still remember me? I'm from the martial arts university of the Fallen Immortal Town. "

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When Xuanxin showed up, some residents of the Fallen Immortal Town were immediately in high spirits.

They looked at Xuanxin devoutly and reverently.

"Elder Du, this is Abbot Shaolin, Master Xuanxin, a divine monk with profound Buddhist knowledge."

Xiao Zhan hurriedly introduced him to Elder Du, who was about to turn and leave.

His emotions were also slightly agitated.

Thinking of the immortal palm technique that fell from the sky that day, he still could not calm down after recalling that scene.

Xiao Huohuo's eyes were full of fanaticism. He looked at the divine and extraordinary Xuanxin with gratitude and devotion.

The expression on his face was incomparably reverent.

"Oh?"

Elder Du stopped and turned to look at Xuan Yuan and the Xuan Gang, who were surrounded by them.

It was Xuanxin, who was solemn, handsome, and extraordinary, showing the temperament of a divine monk.

"Amitabha."

After chanting the name of Buddha, Xuanxin sat down on the main altar with his legs crossed.

Xuan Yuan hurriedly placed the Sect's magic treasure, the wooden fish, in front of Xuanxin.

As soon as Xuanxin showed up, he shocked the restless crowd.