chapter 126

Xuangang Xuanyuan and Wutian Wuyan. The four of them had built their foundation and attained the Innate Stage.

Shaolin's luck had increased tremendously.

He had condensed the Golden Dragon of Luck.

He was about to head to the Abbot's Zen Temple to meet Xuanxin.

At this moment, Wuzhen, who had been sweeping the courtyard all this time, walked over.

"Greetings, Uncle-Masters."

Wuzhen bowed respectfully to Xuangang Xuanyuan in all seriousness. Then, he looked at Wu Tian and Wu Yan and said calmly, "Junior Brothers, Master is cultivating in seclusion."

"He has already instructed us to head to the Purple Jade Forest first."

Two days ago, Shaolin had won first place in the competition among the new disciples of the TianBei City Martial Alliance Sect. He had also taken the top four spots.

Xuan Gang, Xuan Yuan, Wu Tian, and Wu Yan had obtained the opportunity to enter the Catacombs ruins to train.

The time was today, and the location was in the Purple Jade Forest.

The eminent monks of Wenshu Yuan had formed a group to perform rituals and protect them. A total of eight disciples had been selected, and Shaolin had taken up four of them.

If you counted Ji Jian, who had not officially joined Shaolin and had gone through the tonsure ceremony, then Shaolin alone had five disciples.

The remaining three were Kong Jian from Wenshu Yuan, Nalan Yan from Heng Dao Sect, and Nangong Rian from the Nangong family.

"The Catacombs ruins."

"Buddha, I can't believe that I, Shaolin, have achieved what I have today."

Xuan Yuan, who was beside him, thought of Shaolin's disciples who were about to head to the Purple Jade Forest to train in the Catacombs ruins.

He could not help but burst into tears.

Looking back on the past, Shaolin was just a rundown temple in the mountains. The three of them had lived a precarious life in the temple.

Poor days where they didn't even have enough to eat.

Xuan Yuan was filled with resentment and dissatisfaction towards his Master Hui Neng passing the position of Abbot to his Junior Brother.

Later on, he was convinced by his Junior Brother's Dharma.

Only then did she know that Little Junior Brother was the reincarnation of Buddha.

He was the real Bodhisattva.

In less than a month, the Shaolin Temple had undergone earth-shaking changes under the leadership of his Junior Brother, the Abbot.

He had accumulated such a profound martial arts foundation.

Xuan Yuan, Xuan Gang, Wu Tian, and Wu Yan had all reached the Xiantian Foundation Establishment stage.

Shaolin became the number one Sect of the TianBei City Martial Alliance during the Rookie Competition.

Their influence and reputation had once surpassed that of Wenshu Yuan …

It was Shaolin's moment of glory.

Thinking about today and Shaolin's achievements …

Thinking of this, Xuan Yuan couldn't help but look at the Abbot's Zen Temple. Then, he knelt down and bowed deeply.

Tears flowed down her cheeks as she cried emotionally, "Master, did you see it?"

Wu Zhen, Wu Tian, and Wu Yan were stunned by Xuan Yuan's emotions.

They even felt a little embarrassed.

It was directly awkward.

"Ahem, it's normal, it's normal …"

Xuan Gang coughed dryly and rubbed his hands awkwardly. He explained to Wu Zhen and Third Senior Brother, "I'm Shaolin. I'm used to being poor …"

Who would have thought that Shaolin would have such a day?

Xuan Gang would never have thought that Shaolin would have such a foundation today.

To have such influence and reputation today.

To have such a martial arts foundation and strength today. To be the number one Sect of the TianBei City Martial Alliance.

To be in charge of the TianBei City Martial Alliance.

To be filled with pilgrims and thousands of believers.

These were things that even Xuan Gang wouldn't have dared to dream of in the past.

…

Under Wu Zhen's lead, Xuangang Xuanyuan and Wutian Wuyan went down Shaoshi Mountain.

Only Wu Neng and the old monk Wu Ming of the Sutra Depository were left on the mountain.

Xuanxin, who was cultivating in seclusion, was also there.

The huge Shaolin was unusually quiet.

At the foot of the mountain, the Wujian Villa had already arranged for a carriage …

This time, in Tianbei City, the Catacombs ruins were discovered in the Purple Jade Forest. It was less than 30 li away from Shaoshi Mountain.

It was considered very close.

On the official road, the carriage sped all the way. It turned into a small path and went deep into the forest. There was a strange Purple Jade Forest between the mountains and valleys.

All the intersections were guarded by battle-hardened soldiers.

In the valleys, there were thousands of fully-armed soldiers, brimming with murderous intent and ready to fight.

General Dingxi, who was sent by the imperial court, commanded a large number of troops to suppress the situation.

As soon as they entered the Purple Jade Forest, it became damp and cold. The sky was dark and gloomy, and a large patch of dark clouds gathered in the sky.

The atmosphere was very oppressive. There was an ominous aura that made one's heart palpitate.

The carriage went through strict checks and passed through many intersections.

Finally, it arrived at the camp.

It stopped.

The Abbot of Wenshu Yuan, Guang Liang, led a group of eminent monks. They had been preparing for a long time again.

In addition, An Ruyun of the Heng Dao Sect and her direct disciple, Nalan Yan.

Lao Zhuangzhu of the Wujian Villa, Ji Yuan, and his grandson, Ji Jian, who had not yet had his hair shaved.

The head of the Nangong family, Nangong Wentian, and the naturally perfect heir, Nangong Rian.

They had also been waiting here for a long time.

They were fully prepared.

Here, Wenshu Yuan's eminent monks group had a total of more than a dozen eminent monks in the Foundation Establishment stage.

It could be said that Wenshu Yuan was strong and powerful. This was still the home ground of Wenshu Yuan.

The real Tianbei City, the backbone of the Martial Arts Federation, was like the stabilizing needle of the sea.

…

Shaolin was the last to arrive. The moment Xuangang Xuanyuan and Wutian Wuyan got off the carriage.

Therefore, all eyes were focused on them.

The Abbot of Wenshu Yuan, Guang Liang, and a group of eminent monks saw Xuangang Xuanyuan and Wutian Wuyan.

All of them had complicated expressions.

Especially when they saw Wu Tian, all of them were dumbfounded.

He sucked in a breath of cold air.

Xuangang Xuanyuan and Wu Yan broke through to the Innate Stage. These were all within their expectations.

However, Wu Tian, with his monstrous talent, was also at the Foundation Establishment stage. This was especially terrifying.

After all, Wu Tian was only a child who was nearly five years old.

Now, he had already caught up with his martial arts realm.

In the future, Wu Tian, with his monstrous talent, would suppress the beginning of an era.

"Shaolin's disciple is a dragon among men."

Hengdao Sect's An Ruyun looked at Xuangang Xuanyuan and Wutian Wuyan, who were also at the Foundation Establishment stage and Innate Stage.

A hint of heaviness appeared on her delicate face.

The depths of her eyes were filled with fear.

There was also a hint of envy …

"Yes, especially with Wu Tian, this monstrous talent, a genius who can suppress an era."

"I'm afraid that in the future, Shaolin will really …"

The head of the Nangong family, Nangong Wentian, took over the conversation. The meaning behind his words was especially surprising.

It seemed that he had the idea of following Wenshu Yuan and worshipping Wenshu Yuan.

He was no longer so determined.

"Amitabha."

Wenshu Yuan's Abbot, Guang Liang, saw that the atmosphere was not right and immediately chanted the name of Buddha. It could be said that it was because of Shaolin's rise.

Wenshu Yuan's position as the leader was no longer so secure.

"This time, the disciples of the Catacombs ruins will be training. A total of eight prodigies from each Sect will be selected."

"Everyone will rely on their own opportunities and unite to help each other. This will be our TianBei City Martial Alliance."

"This is a once-in-a-century opportunity."

Wenshu Yuan's Abbot, Guang Liang, attracted everyone's attention as soon as he spoke. He immediately emphasized, "Everyone, don't worry. The eminent monks of Wenshu Yuan will protect you with their Dharma."

"We will ensure the safety of each sect's disciple."

"Everything is under this humble monk's control."

Guang Liang, who made a solemn vow, immediately reassured everyone.

After he finished speaking, Guang Liang's gaze swept over An Ruyun and Nangong Wentian.

An Ruyun and Nangong Wentian immediately bowed to Guang Liang. Especially Nangong Wentian, who had shown signs of wavering earlier.

They disappeared without a trace in an instant.

They were obedient and obedient to Wenshu Yuan's Abbot, Guang Liang.

After all, Wenshu Yuan's valiant strength was there for all to see.

The group of eminent monks and elders could be said to be the true stabilizing force of the TianBei City Martial Alliance.

If Shaolin wanted to truly stand shoulder to shoulder with Wenshu Yuan, he would probably need at least ten more years of development.