"Dragon energy!"

After watching for a while, Guan Zizai showed a look of surprise: "How could the dragon energy leak out in Shaolin Temple? How could it have something to do with the court?"

"There is a good show!" Zhang Bairen smiled.

The two of them played the piano and discussed the truth in Songshan. They were so happy. The day of the conference came in a flash. Someone had already set up a colorful shed in Songshan. Then they heard the people who were specially hosting the gathering kept making loud noises.

"The head of the Beitian Master Dao and all the elders are here!"

"The head of Lingbao is here!"

"The third ancestor of the Wang family is here!"

"The head of Zaoge is here!"

“…”

Colorful flags waving in the sky, and yang gods stroll through the void and slowly descended to the Songshan area.

In Shaolin Temple

In front of Master Guangming was sitting cross-legged with eighteen-plank yellow-skinned young monks, but their eyes were regained their anger.

Listening to the noise coming from afar, Master Guangming sighed slightly: "When will my Buddhist family prosper?"

"Don't worry, the prosperity of Buddhism is coming today!" A gentle voice sounded, and Bodhidharma slowly walked out of the hall.

Following Bodhidharma was the abbot of Falan Temple, followed by his junior brother, the Golden Body Arhat.

This is a true Arhat, not a blessing from the Buddha, but an Arhat whom he has practiced hard.

"Have you seen the abbot," Master Guangming stood up and bowed to Bodhidharma.

"This is the abbot of Falan Temple. The Buddha awakened successfully, and it depends on the abbot's efforts!" Bodhidharma introduced the abbot of Falan Temple.

"I've had a few encounters," Master Guangming bowed to the abbot of Falan Temple.

The abbot of Falan Temple replied with a gift: "It is indeed a few encounters."

"The two of you will be a family in the future, and we will work together for the revival of my Buddhist Dharma. There is no need to be polite!" Bodhidharma interrupted the two of them, and a stick of incense stick on the body of the Buddha Jin above, and then respectfully bowed and said: "Now, my disciple Bodhidharma, wanting to open my Buddhist Pure Land, I also ask the Buddha to give me the Dharma decree!"

On one side, the abbot of Falan Temple and Master Guangming knelt on both sides, both of whom showed pious expressions.

I saw the golden body twisted, and with a flash of fingers, a ray of infinite light slowly fell from the Buddha's hand and hang in front of the abbot of Falan Temple: "You have made contributions to the Buddhist temple and specially granted you the seeds of Pure Land, and I pardon you as a Pure Land Bodhisattva. I hope you can achieve the right result as soon as possible and brighten the infinite world of my Buddhist temple."

As he spoke, the seed of light actually landed on the left hand of the abbot of the Falan Temple, and instantly merged with his left hand.

"It's a pity that I lost the world relics in my palm, otherwise why should I open up the Pure Land so troublesome!" The Buddha sighed softly, his eyes full of helplessness: "The number of days is like this, how can it be so easy to transcend the number of days?"

"Give me a visit to the Buddha!"

Everyone bowed respectfully.

The Buddha left, and everyone stood up and bowed respectfully to the abbot of Falan Temple: "Greetings to the Pure Land Bodhisattva."

"The Pure Land has not yet been opened, so don't be polite. You are all firm followers of the Buddha. The future achievements will be above me." The Pure Land Bodhisattva smiled and helped everyone up one by one: "The Pure Land needs your help to open up. Unfortunately, the little thief Zhang Bairen stole the accumulation of incense in my Buddhist family for a hundred years, otherwise why would he be so embarrassed?"

"Congratulations to Senior Brother!" The golden-body arhat in Falan Temple was filled with envy.

"Junior brother, don't worry, your achievements will definitely not be inferior to me in the future." The Pure Land Bodhisattva patted the golden arhat on the shoulder.

Looking at the golden-body arhat and then looking at the eighteen young monks who respectfully worshiped and contempt the ground, Bodhidharma looked at Master Guangming: "The teachings of the eighteen arhats are worse than to pass them on to the golden-body arhats. The master has other important tasks, but he cannot delay this matter."

"Abide by the abbot's orders" Master Guangming naturally would not object. To be honest, teaching the young monk is really a boring thing.

Songshan Mountain Top

Looking at the powerful people from all walks of life, Zhang Bairen looked at Guan Zizai and slowly stood up and headed towards the colorful shed.

"Grandmaster Zhang Bairen, Bailian Society is subjective and free... to come!" This sound made people unable to help but feel moved.

Zhang Bairen carried his hands on his back and slowly walked down from the top of the mountain. At this time, he heard the celebrating sing: "The Minister of Justice of the Ministry of Justice has arrived!"

"I've seen the governor!"

Gu Yi came from the bottom of the mountain and happened to meet Zhang Bairen who came down from the mountain.

Zhang Bairen nodded: "Why did the Minister of the Secretariat run around when he is not in the court to handle official affairs?"

After hearing Zhang Bairen's words, Gu Yi smiled softly: "The governor is polite! The emperor came here according to the imperial edict of His Majesty."

Zhang Bairen nodded and walked into the flower puppet without saying much.

Gu Yi looked at Guan Zizai behind Zhang Bairen, showed admiration and bowed respectfully: "Is it the leader of the society in front of him?"

"The minister is polite!" Guan Zizai nodded slightly, then slowly walked into the coloring shed.

Seeing this, Gu Yi's eyes lit up and followed without saying a word.

The coloring shed is large enough to accommodate hundreds of people.

As soon as I entered the colorful shed, I felt the noise soaring into the sky, making people dizzy, and I almost thought I had arrived in the world of the downtown city.

Only Zhang Bairen lifted the curtain and walked in. The sound in the coloring shed suddenly became silent, and the needles could be heard.

Scandaling at the people in the colorful shed, Zhang Bairen stepped on the red carpet and saw several familiar figures in the crowd, and there were also dragon energy mixed. It was obvious that the visitors were mixed with fish and dragons, each with their own goals.

Zhang Bairen sat down, and the atmosphere in the big tent was depressed, otherwise the heroes would speak without authorization.

Guanzizai sat next to Zhang Bairen, and the two sat upright on both sides of the upper head, followed by the bone qi, and sat below Guanzizai.

At this time, a familiar figure walked in from outside the tent. Zhang Bairen's face changed and it turned out to be Baiyun and Chunyang Taoist.

Taoist Chunyang looked at Zhang Bairen with a complicated expression, found a seat, and sat down. Baiyun smiled bitterly at Zhang Bairen, walked up to see him: "Governor, come, okay!"

"Still good" Zhang Bairen nodded slightly.

After hearing Zhang Bairen's words, Bai Yun swept across the heroes in the field with his eyes, and then whispered: "Today, I am the one who presided over the situation in the field, so please ask the governor to support me."

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and Zhang Bairen picked up the tea and took a sip: "It's okay, I saw that everyone in the audience was unstable and their eyes flashed. It was obvious that they had their own thoughts and could not become great."

Baiyun bowed for a while before he got up and came to the high platform above.

Although Zhang Bairen has a good personal relationship with Baiyun, Zhang Bairen has now proved to be a yang god, and his status is extraordinary. There must be etiquette that should be found, which is the rule.

"Everyone!" Bai Yun spoke slowly, attracting the attention of everyone in the venue: "Guanshan, Fahua, Changchun, Futu, Wensu, Tianji, can there be real people coming to the various Taoist temples?"

But six people walked out of the crowd, five of whom were men and young men. However, Na Wensu was a woman, a very beautiful woman. If there wasn't a slightest trace of the corner of her eyes, I'm afraid everyone would think she was a 28-year-old girl.

"We are all here, please help me to adjust!" The six people bowed together.

Baiyun nodded and his eyes turned again: "Lingbao, Zaoge, Nantianshi, Beitianshi, Maoshan, Yuqing, is there anyone here?"

Five figures walked out of the crowd, but there were only people from Nantian Shidao.

"The mountain is closed by the Nantian Master Dao, and I can fully represent the Beitian Master Dao!" The head of the Beitian Master Dao clasped his fists and bowed.

Nan Tian Shidao was forced to block the mountain gate by Zhang Bairen, which was also a helpless move.

Bai Yun nodded when he heard this and bowed to everyone below: "My fellow Taoists, seniors, if you are qualified, you are not many people in the seat than Bai Yun. If you are about the strength of the sect, the six sects of Heavenly Court, or the six sects led by the North and South Heavenly Masters, each sect is not weaker than Bai Yun Temple. If you are about cultivation, there are even more people who have left Bai Yun Temple. But why did I come out to adjust this time? It was because the six sects insisted on doing this, and I had no choice but to go out to get into a muddy water."

Baiyun's words made everyone feel comfortable in the audience, and placed their position and Baiyun Temple very low.

"When the world is in chaos, the gate of the Dharma Realm is closed, the gods in the lower realm have no leader, and the dynasties are rising and changing their positions!" Bai Yun pointed to the main topic in one sentence: "It is not easy for us to achieve enlightenment in our practice, but there are very few people who have the opportunity to achieve enlightenment. The way of heaven is virtuous and he is very tired of killing, so both sides want to decide the winner and lose, so that they will not be able to fight."

Who is the god in the lower realm?

All of them are the ancestors and ancestors of the six sects, including Wensu, Changchun, and Futu! Your greetings from the north and south are not very good. You can directly destroy the temple and kill the gods and kill other people's ancestors. It would be strange if the six sects could tolerate it.

Representatives of all major sects remained calm. Obviously, everyone had reached a consensus on this matter in private.

Listening to everyone's breathing, Bai Yun said, "I wonder what objections do the major sects have?"

"Not mentioning the matter of the gods, the spiritual treasures and other sects of the North and South Heavenly Masters took action rashly and killed countless heroic spirits in our sect. This account needs to be settled well!" The middle-aged man of the Fahua looked gloomy and murderous intent was slowly brewing in his eyes.

"No! Didn't you hear that the dynasty changes, the waves of the Yangtze River push the waves of the previous waves, and the dynasty changes, the change of gods has always been like this, no wonder we are waiting!" The head of Beitian Shidao's face was as calm as a mountain, knowing that Beitian Shidao had second-generation ancestors living in the world, and Beitian Shidao is now full of confidence.

"You have any reason to kill the ancestor! I don't think you have any regrets at all!" The monk who said Futu subconsciously grabbed the hilt of the sword around his waist.

"What are you talking about? What are you going to explain? Everyone will win and lose in one battle! The winner is the king, and the loser is the enemy. What are you going to argue about?" Zuoge Zu said slowly.

Looking at the ancestor of Zaoge, Zhang Bairen shook his head.

When the first one didn't slap the whole house to death, I never thought that I would jump out again.

Think about it, Zaoge has only been many years since Ge Xuan passed away, and there must be masters in it. The previous palm did not damage its roots. However, everyone has seen the horror of the emperor's dragon energy.

The ancestor Zaoge spoke a tough tone, obviously not afraid of the six sects of the Heavenly Palace. Although the six sects of the Heavenly Palace have a long history, as an emerging force, it is not weak after hundreds or thousands of years of accumulation.

As soon as the beginning, the scene was filled with gunpowder. Zhang Bairen was enjoying it and it was interesting.

ps: make up for one more first.
Chapter completed!