chapter 133

Shaoshi Mountain. Xuanxin walked out of the Abbot's Zen Temple.

He stood in the courtyard and looked at the beautiful scenery of clouds in the distance.

He felt the Spirit Qi of the entire Shaoshi Mountain getting richer and richer. As Wu Neng struck the bell day after day.

The Spirit Qi of Shaolin Temple continued to recover.

The Spirit Qi of the entire Shaoshi Mountain had become much richer.

The change was huge compared to the past.

Wu Neng, the unknown bell-ringer who was willing to work as a coolie, had indeed made a great contribution to Shaolin.

"I wonder how the disciples are doing in the Catacombs' ruins?"

Inexplicably, an extremely ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart. For a moment, Xuanxin frowned.

He could not help but worry.

"Disciple Wu Neng greets the Abbot."

At this moment, the former Cabinet Chief, First-rank Lord Protector Du Tongfu, came to Xuanxin's side with a look of reverence.

He greeted him respectfully.

These days, ever since Elder Du joined Shaolin and became Shaolin's third-generation disciple, he was willing to work as a coolie bell-ringer.

His days could be said to be quite fulfilling.

Every day, he was immersed in the epiphany of the Dharma.

The rich, beautiful, and vast Mahayana Buddhist Dharma made him intoxicated. He had long forgotten his former identity.

He had completely integrated into Shaolin.

As he struck the bell day after day, and changed to the pure Buddhist Shaolin's internal strength in martial arts.

Wu Neng's internal strength recovery ability was getting stronger and stronger.

Basically, after striking the bell in the morning, it only took half a day to recover his strength to its peak state.

This way, Wu Neng had more than half a day free.

"Go and get ready. Follow me to the Purple Jade Forest."

Now, in Shaolin Temple, besides Xuanxin, there were only Wu Neng and Wu Ming. If Xuanxin wanted to go to the Purple Jade Forest, he had to bring someone with him, right?

Wu Ming guarded the Sutra Depository. It was impossible for him to leave the Sutra Depository.

Then, the only one he could bring was Wu Neng.

"Yes, I'll go and prepare now."

His palms were clasped together. At this moment, Wu Neng's whole body was full of Dharma aura.

The original majestic momentum and sharpness.

It was filled with boundless righteous energy.

There was none left.

Not long after Wu Neng left, he turned back and hurriedly said, "Abbot, Wuzhen is back."

Wu Neng immediately reported the news to Xuanxin.

"Wuzhen is back?"

Xuanxin was startled. At the foot of the mountain, he saw Wuzhen, who was over sixty years old and looked like an Old Man, leading a general in battle armor.

He sped all the way up the mountain.

At this moment, Xuanxin's premonition was getting worse.

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The ominous aura in the Purple Jade Forest was getting thicker and thicker.

Waves of Yin Qi filled the air.

The Buddhist aura of Wenshu Yuan's eminent monks could no longer be suppressed.

In the middle of the spiraling black clouds, a huge abyss was torn open, and a terrifying howl that sounded like the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves could be heard.

That ghastly ghost face, green face, and fangs were like a sharp arrow hanging over everyone's heads.

The ominous feeling in everyone's heart grew stronger and stronger.

Their expressions were heavy and extremely anxious.

Dingxi General Wu An Jun, Wenshu Yuan's Abbot Guang Liang, Hengdao Sect An Ruyun, Wujian Villa's Lao Zhuangzhu, Ji Yuan.

The Nangong family's head, Nangong Rian, City Lord Jin Mofu, and a group of eminent monks.

Most of the experts in Tianbei City were reputable.

Any one of them could be called a big shot in Tianbei City.

At this moment, they were all waiting for the arrival of one person.

That was Shaolin's Abbot Xuanxin.

The difference was that Dingxi General Wu An Jun and Wujian Villa's Lao Zhuangzhu, Ji Yuan, had placed all their hopes on Xuanxin.

They firmly believed that as long as they invited Xuanxin, they would definitely be able to save Tianbei City.

They would definitely be able to avoid this calamity.

And Wenshu Yuan's Abbot Guang Liang, Hengdao Sect An Ruyun, Nangong family's head, Nangong Wentian.

City Lord Jin Mofu, and the group of eminent monks were in disbelief.

They were incomparably moved and shocked.

They couldn't figure out why Shaolin's Abbot Xuanxin could turn the tide and save Tianbei City?

What Wenshu Yuan couldn't do, could Shaolin do?

If Lao Zhuangzhu, Ji Yuan, was an old fool who had been fed a bewitching potion and flattered Shaolin without a bottom line.

Then why was a dignified general of the border, a general of the imperial court who guarded a region.

Dingxi General Wu An Jun was also like Lao Zhuangzhu, Ji Yuan.

So much praise for Shaolin's Abbot Xuanxin?

Such reverence, and even fanaticism?

Guang Liang, An Ruyun, Jin Mofu, Nangong Wentian, although they didn't speak at this time, they were shocked and puzzled in their hearts.

This had never happened before.

Shaolin Temple used to be a small, nameless temple in the mountains.

Shaolin's Abbot Xuanxin, how did Wu An Jun and Ji Yuan talk about it?

How did he become a reincarnated Buddha?

How did he become a living Buddha?

How did he become a divine monk who could communicate with the Buddha?

In the face of such flattery, Wenshu Yuan's Abbot Guang Liang's heart was filled with disbelief, and a sense of defiance rose in his heart.

Right now, he wanted to see what ability Xuanxin had to dare to call himself a reincarnated Buddha.

He dared to call himself a living Buddha.

What ability did he have to dare to say that he could communicate with the Buddha?

Why could Shaolin do something that Wenshu Yuan couldn't do? Let's see how Xuanxin will turn the tide and save Tian Bei City?

This wasn't just Guang Liang's thoughts. Hengdao Sect's An Ruyun, Nangong family's head Nangong Wentian, and City Lord Jin Mofu all had similar thoughts.

Especially Jin Mofu, he couldn't understand what was going on. Shaolin's Abbot Xuanxin, this existence that he had once looked down upon.

What ability did he have?

The situation was getting more and more dangerous, and they were on the verge of losing control, and everyone was waiting in anticipation.

A horse carriage, under the protection of dozens of soldiers.

Passing through, it galloped smoothly, arriving in front of everyone.

"General, this subordinate has already invited Abbot Xuanxin."

The deputy general with a baleful aura, wearing battle armor, kneeled on one knee and cupped his fists in greeting.

"Good."

"Finally, we've invited Abbot Xuanxin."

Wu An Jun's face was filled with excitement, his gaze fixed on the horse carriage.

His anxious and uneasy heart had finally calmed down. He could finally let out a sigh of relief.

At this moment, everyone's gaze was also focused on the horse carriage.

The first to come down from the horse carriage was the over sixty year old Old Man Wuzhen.

After Wuzhen came down, another old monk came down.

This old monk was wearing a thin monk robe, his aura was restrained and filled with Buddha nature. He was so inconspicuous that no one paid attention to him.

Everyone ignored the existence of this old monk, putting him in the same category as Wuzhen, not giving him a second glance.

In the eyes of Guang Liang, An Ruyun, Nangong Wentian, and City Lord Jin Mofu.

This old monk was an insignificant character.

Although he was in the Xiantian Full Circle realm.

But that was it.

Who cares who you are?

Not important.

At this moment, the originally excited General Wu An Jun, who looked like he had been injected with chicken blood, suddenly froze.

His entire body trembled as he quivered.

The expression on his face directly froze.

Trembling with fear and trepidation, he hurriedly rushed forward and knelt down in a groveling manner.

"This subordinate Wu An Jun greets Elder Du."

The Wu An Jun who rushed forward immediately respectfully knelt down.

He respectfully knelt down and paid his respects to that inconspicuous old monk who had been ignored by everyone.

Guang Liang, An Ruyun, Nangong Wentian, City Lord Jin Mofu, and the group of senior monks were all stunned.

They looked at the old monk with a face of disbelief, whose aura was restrained and had no sense of existence.

They were shocked and dumbfounded!