Shaoshi mountain, a small mountain temple with only four or five small broken houses.

    The yard is busy.

    Xuanyuan, Xuangang and Wuzhen are busy arranging the venue of the Dharma meeting.

    Among them, the nine elders of the demon sect are also there. Youwuzhen is in the nine elders of the demon sect. They don''t even dare to breathe. They are all honestly helping with the arrangement before and after.

    At the beginning, several green hooligans ran to the Shaoshi mountain to make trouble. They were dragged away by the nine elders of the demon sect who had been repressed for a long time.

    If it weren''t for fear of Wuzhen, the nine demon sect elders would have been killing.

    Buddha statue, offering table, merit box.

    Fragrant flowers, candles, fruits and other offerings have been placed.

    Four rectangular platforms were placed, respectively equipped with bronze chimes, bucket drums, hand bells and other magic tools, and a main altar was dedicated to the abbot Xuanxin.

    One after another, more and more pilgrims and believers went up to Shaoshi mountain.

    Many of them are people from Luoxian town. Most of these pilgrims and believers come with offerings.

    Some offered incense and candles, and others offered fruits, clothing and grain supplies.

    A little more affluent is going straight to the merit box.

    Throw a lot of money in.

    "Finally came up to Shaoshi mountain."

    "Recently, I secretly hid from my wife and saved some silver money to donate to Shaolin."

    A short man carried his cooking cakes up the mountain and went straight to the merit box at the first time.

    Donated some silver coins.

    Then he set up a stall to sell his cooking cakes.

    "Wu Da, two cookcakes."

    A shopkeeper dressed in silk came to the short man, bought two cooking cakes and ate them.

    Then he went to the merit box, took out a large ingot of silver and threw it in.

    "A few days ago, I hurt my rib. Master Xuanxin cured it with great magic power."

    The rich shopkeeper said gratefully after donating silver.

    "Alas, I was all right the other day."

    "When I got home, my wife took some medicine and recuperated me. As a result, the chest pain left by typhoid fever recurred the next day."

    The short man selling cooking cakes was Wu Da. After hearing this, he looked at the shopkeeper who bought cooking cakes with envy.

    He couldn''t understand his repeated illness.

    More and more people in Luoxian town had a heated discussion in the yard, one by one with gratitude and respect, and praised Shaolin Temple and Xuanxin.

    "Hehe, I, Simon Shang, donated ten thousand liang of silver to Shaolin."

    A well-dressed, powdery young man took out his silver ticket and shouted, "master Xuanxin, abbot of Shaolin, that''s a Taoist monk."

    "A few days ago, in the town, he cured my waist disease with great magic power."

    "See, Ximen is still at this waist. It''s not hard to go up Shaoshi mountain in one breath..."

    This young man, Simon Shang, is a famous dog farmer in Luoxian town. His business is excellent.

    He was generous and attracted everyone''s attention at once.

    The short man selling cooking cakes, Wu Da, took the initiative to curry favor with ximenshang''s business.

    However, many pilgrims and believers are not from Luoxian town. They just heard about the Shaolin Temple today.

    I came here with curiosity.

    Seeing these people in Luoxian town praise each other, they blow Shaolin to the skies and offer incense and candles one by one.

    Even donated a lot of money.

    Especially ximenshang, a big dog family, donated 10000 Liang.

    The local tyrant style makes the Pilgrims who have never heard of Shaolin sour.

    It''s incredible.

    "Are you crazy? A monk who can produce great powers in this small broken temple?"

    "Something''s wrong. Can you give a way to this small broken temple?"

    "Shaolin is too poor, isn''t it? Isn''t it a waste of my time to hold a Dharma meeting?"

    "It''s strange. In such a temple, are they crazy and donate these silver money and materials?"

    "What is there in this small mountain temple? Can such a broken Temple produce powerful eminent monks?"

    "Shaolin Temple has never heard of it. It''s interesting to give a way?"

    "These donations can''t be the entrustment of Shaolin, the little broken temple?"

    "Maybe it''s cheating everyone''s money. Can there be a powerful monk in such a broken place?"

    "It''s very mysterious. How can an eminent monk live in such a broken temple?"

    …………

    ……

    Many pilgrims from other places were disappointed to see that Shaolin Temple was so dilapidated.

    I saw the dog family in Luoxian town donate a lot of money and materials.

    And the hype.

    Feel incomprehensible.

    For a time, it was not only sour.

    There were even many people who questioned and mocked. It was clear that what they saw was a small broken temple in the mountains.

    A temple I''ve never heard of.

    As a result, these people boasted about eminent monks with great powers and big dogs who donated a lot of money.

    When the people of Luoxian town heard these questions, even the voice of contempt and ridicule, they immediately refused.

    The Dharma meeting had already started to quarrel before it was held.

    The scene is getting out of control!

    Xuanyuan and Xuangang saw that the Pilgrims and believers quarreled with each other.

    After the old man in Qingyi went up the mountain, he saw the quarrel among the pilgrims in Shaolin Temple.

    Frown, disappointed shook his head.

    A temple, not to mention its magnificent scenery, must at least look decent.

    That''s it?

    Nothing. How do you like to hold a Dharma meeting? How can you report to the law society?

    Forget it. What''s the matter with these flatterers?

    What''s so fishy about this?

    "My Lord, there are many people in the demon sect."

    "Both are strong."

    Yuan Fang around the old man in Tsing Yi was alert, and the whole person was in a tight state. His eyes had been paying attention to Wuzhen.

    The nine elders of the demon sect who are honest and have a decent share.

    The nine elders of the demon sect also noticed Yuan Fang.

    However, the elders of the demon sect don''t care about Yuan Fang at all. They want to come to Shaolin to realize that this powerful elder is here.

    Who dares to make trouble here?

    Just the nine of them, now their breath has completely converged, and they don''t even dare to breathe.

    One by one, like cats, people and animals are harmless.

    "Hum, the miasma is humiliating to Buddhism."

    The old man in Tsing Yi gave a cold hum, and his righteous spirit was constantly stirring up all over his body.

    I feel very disappointed.

    "Old Ge, why don''t you let the dog inform master Xuanxin?"

    Xiao Zhan, who just went up the mountain, saw the cold faced old Du Ge.

    Just thinking, let Xiao Huohuo give a notice and let master Xuanxin come out to receive the old DuGe.

    Although old Du Ge retired from his hometown, he retired.

    But the influence is still great.

    "No."

    DuGe''s face was not very good-looking. Disappointed, he said coldly and was ready to turn around and leave immediately.

    At this time, wearing a golden gorgeous brocade cassock and holding a noble shining nine ring tin stick, a group of divine monks walked out of the meditation room.

    The pilgrims quarreled. Xuanyuan Xuangang felt a headache and had no choice but to quickly invite Xuanxin out of the town.

    "Master Xuanxin came out."

    "God monk, I finally see God monk again."

    "Master, do you remember me? I''m Wu Da in Luoxian town."

    …………

    ……

    When Xuanxin came out, some residents of Luoxian town were in high spirits.

    His face was pious and looked at Xuanxin with great respect.

    "Old Du Ge, this is the abbot of Shaolin, master Xuanxin, a Buddhist monk with profound Buddhism."

    Xiao Zhan hurriedly introduced him to DuGe, who was about to turn around and leave.

    His mood was also slightly excited.

    I thought of the immortal palm falling from the sky that day. When I recall that scene, my heart is still shocked for a long time.

    Xiao Huohuo was full of fanaticism, full of gratitude and piety, looking at the sacred mysterious heart.

    The look on his face was incomparably respectful.

    "Oh?"

    DuGe old footsteps a meal, turned around and looked at the surrounded by Xuanyuan Xuangang.

    It is solemn, beautiful and sacred, showing the mysterious heart of the divine monk''s demeanor.

    "Amitabha."

    After announcing the Buddha''s name, Xuanxin sat down on the upper plate of the main altar.

    Xuanyuan quickly put the wooden fish, the magic weapon of the sect, in front of Xuanxin.

    As soon as he came out, Xuanxin shocked the restless field.