chapter 99

At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, pilgrims and believers went up the mountain to burn incense and worship Buddha.

They had already gone down the mountain one after another.

On the official road, a carriage came and stopped at the side of the road. First, a white-haired young man in black jumped down from the carriage.

He carried a huge sword on his back, and the sharpness between his eyebrows was threatening.

With his help, a white-haired old man stepped down with a dignified face.

Lao Zhuangzhu Ji Yuan of Wujian Villa.

The white-haired young man in black was his grandson, Shao Zhuang Zhu Ji Jian, who was born with a sword bone.

"Jian 'er, you were born with a sword bone and have already gained the recognition of the Juque Sword. You are the most dazzling genius of Wujian Villa in a hundred years."

"This competition is a very good opportunity for you to gain experience."

"When a sword is sharpened, it must drink blood. You must take advantage of this opportunity to comprehend the third level of swordsmanship: the heavy sword has no edge."

Lao Zhuangzhu Ji Yuan looked at his grandson with a gratified face and felt proud in his heart. He reminded him, "Your sword heart is becoming more and more complete and stable. It's time to build up your foundation and break through to the Innate Stage."

TianBei City Martial Alliance, the five major Sects, Wenshu Yuan, Heng Dao Sect, Wujian Villa, Nangong family …

Shao … Lin … Let's not talk about it.

Wujian Villa's martial arts strength was ranked third.

Ji Jian was the future Shao Zhuang Zhu of Wujian Villa. The genius he was on par with was the eldest direct disciple of Wenshu Yuan's abbot, Kong Jian.

The heir of Heng Dao Sect and the appointed successor of the sect leader, Nalan Yan.

Kong Jian and Nalan Yan were both top geniuses who had already built their foundation and reached the Innate Stage.

Ji Jian was only at the ninth stage of the Houtian realm, but in Lao Zhuangzhu Ji Yuan's heart, he was his grandson.

She was no worse than Kong Jian and Nalan Yan.

His grandson was born with the Sword Bone and was recognized by the Gigantic Sword. He was the most dazzling sword genius of Wujian Villa in the past hundred years.

In order to stabilize his Heart of the Sword and improve his Sword Dao realm, he had not chosen to build his foundation.

Instead, it was a result of accumulating strength.

It was somewhat suppressed.

Otherwise, his grandson, Ji Jian, would not be any weaker than Kong Jian and Nalan Yan.

"Grandpa, don't worry. I will definitely restore the glory of Wujian Villa a hundred years ago."

Sword Qi surged out from Ji Jian's body. Its sharpness was incomparably sharp and unstoppable.

His sword bones clanged.

His eyes flashed with a touch of heat, and his eyebrows were full of arrogance.

He, Ji Jian, had been forging the heart of the sword for ten years. His innate sword bones had been sharpening the sword for ten years. Once it was unsheathed, its sharpness would definitely shock the heavens.

The edge of a treasured sword had to be sharpened.

When a sword is sharpened, it must drink blood.

"Yes."

Lao Zhuangzhu, Ji Yuan, stroked his beard and nodded with satisfaction.

His grandson, Ji Jian, had already stabilized his Heart of the Sword and was approaching perfection. In the future, his path would be more and more stable.

It was impossible for him to be worse than Kong Jian of Wenshu Yuan and Nalan Yan of Heng Dao Sect.

"Alas."

Lao Zhuangzhu, Ji Yuan, looked at the majestic stone tablet of the Shaolin Temple.

He could not help but shake his head in disappointment.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

Ji Jian, who was beside him, could not help but ask curiously.

This time, they came to the Shaolin Temple mainly because they did not feel comfortable leaving the competition of the TianBei City Martial Alliance Sect to Shaolin.

Lao Zhuangzhu, Ji Yuan, and the Abbot of Wenshu Yuan, Guang Liang, had a discussion.

They decided to let the Wujian Villa be responsible for supervising and guiding Shaolin to organize the competition of the Sect.

"Within a radius of 50 miles around Shaoshi Mountain, the Spiritual Qi is poor. The development of martial arts is lagging behind and extremely poor."

"I don't know who is supporting Shaolin Temple."

"I don't know what kind of shady deal he has made with Baoguang Temple."

"What is the conspiracy of the force behind it?"

Lao Zhuangzhu, Ji Yuan, glanced at Shaoshi Mountain with a face full of disdain. The Spiritual Qi was poor and there was no future. Even bandits looked down on this area.

Shaolin Temple was an unknown small mountain temple. How could it quietly replace Baoguang Temple?

How could it suddenly rise and become one of the five Sect of the TianBei City Martial Alliance?

There must be a conspiracy behind it. For a moment, Lao Zhuangzhu, Ji Yuan's face was full of worry.

"Our TianBei City Martial Alliance must not be tainted by sinister villains."

"I think that because of the appearance of the Catacombs' remains, external forces have already infiltrated the Sect's Rookie Competition. Undercurrents are already surging in Tianbei City."

Lao Zhuangzhu, Ji Yuan, could not help but frown. His face full of worry could be said to be for the development of the TianBei City Martial Alliance.

For the stability and peace of Tianbei City, it could be said that he had been worried sick his whole life.

"Grandpa, don't worry. It's just a clown."

"This Sect's Competition will eventually reveal its tail. When the time comes, I'll just kill it with my sword."

Ji Yuan, who was dressed in black and had white hair and carried a giant sword on his back, looked cold and murderous. He glanced at Shaoshi Mountain with disdain.

"Let's go up the mountain."

The worried Lao Zhuangzhu, Ji Yuan, looked at his grandson with satisfaction.

He immediately prepared to go up the mountain.

To supervise and guide Shaolin, who was the organizer of this Sect's Rookie Competition.

One by one, pilgrims and believers came down from the mountain to burn incense, worship Buddha, and listen to Buddhist teachings.

"If I wasn't too busy, I would definitely go up Shaoshi Mountain to burn incense and listen to Buddhist teachings every day."

"Who said otherwise? After listening to Abbot Xuanxin's Buddhist teachings, all my old ailments have been cured."

"I've been going up Shaoshi Mountain to listen to Buddhist teachings these past few days. I'm full of energy the whole day."

"Being able to listen to Abbot Xuanxin's Buddhist teachings is the greatest blessing in my life."

"There's no other senior monk who can enlighten people with Buddhist teachings and make people happy like Abbot Xuanxin."

"Of course. Abbot Xuanxin is the most profound divine monk in the world."

"Abbot Xuanxin is the living Bodhisattva. He is the reincarnation of Buddha."

"Shaolin is the orthodox sect, the holy land of Buddhism. That's why Buddha appeared."

"Only Abbot Xuanxin is capable of communicating with the Buddha Ancestor and having the Buddha Ancestor bestow miracles upon him."

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One by one, pilgrims and believers passed by Lao Zhuangzhu, Ji Yuan, and Zhuang Zhu, Ji Jian.

Their faces were full of reverence.

They were extremely devout and praised Shaolin.

Lao Zhuangzhu, Ji Yuan's face darkened after hearing that.

It became uglier and uglier.

After the pilgrims and believers left, he said coldly, "Ignorant and arrogant."

"Fooling the world like this is discrediting Buddhism."

Lao Zhuangzhu, Ji Yuan, had a face full of hatred. He was a person who couldn't tolerate sand in his eyes.

"Haha, the living Bodhisattva? Reincarnation of Buddha? "

"Shaolin is the orthodox sect, the holy land of Buddhism?"

"Does he deserve it?"

Ji Jian, who was dressed in black and had white hair, couldn't help but sneer. He said contemptuously, "Grandpa, this Shaolin is really too arrogant and ridiculous."

"Communicating with Buddha and asking Buddha to bestow miracles. Isn't this fooling the world?"

"In Tianbei City, even the leader of the Martial Arts Federation, Wenshu Yuan, doesn't dare to call himself the holy land of Buddhism. How dare this little Shaolin call himself the reincarnation of Buddha?"

"How dare he call himself the living Bodhisattva? How dare he communicate with Buddha and ask Buddha to show himself? "

He thought of what he saw the day before yesterday. Abbot Shaolin, Xuanxin, was young and about the same age as him. His martial arts strength was only at the acquired ninth level.

Ji Jian couldn't help but laugh contemptuously.

"Grandpa, look."

Ji Jian raised his hand and pointed. In front of the stone tablet at the mountain gate, there was an Old Man, Wuzhen, who was over sixty years old.

He was obsessed with comprehending the inscriptions on the tablet.