Reborn as a snake, creating a magic method in the real world

This is true, and Ye Qin did not deny it. "Qi Gong is right, but these guys from the Taoist sect are not easy to deal with. It would be best to let them fight to the point of mutual destruction."

"You kid, you are such a smart guy!" Hong Qigong curled his lips. Finally, he had to lead the people of the Beggar Gang and follow the Taoist disciples towards the Shaolin Gate.

After a while.

"Why, is Shaolin going to stop us?"

An old Taoist coldly questioned: "Back then, you Shaolin promised not to reopen within a hundred years, but now you are openly violating the agreement. Are you trying to make enemies with everyone in the world?"

Du Zhen looked at this group of sanctimonious Taoists indifferently, and said gloomily: "Let them go in first and sit down at the Shaolin martial arts arena. Also send someone to make tea and serve the best tea to all the heroes in the world. We must treat them well."

The Taoist disciples and Qinhu people behind him were stunned for a moment, thinking to themselves: "This genius of the first seat of the Dharma Academy is indeed extraordinary."

Most monks would have been furious or argued with them, blocking them at the door. But this monk Duzhen was different. He chose to use courtesy before force.

Ye Qin mixed in the crowd, muttering to himself: "With this person in Shaolin, it is only a matter of time before it prospers. But I'm afraid that some of Shaolin's many years of heritage will have to be used up."

But since he came to watch the show, he just followed them in. At least he could have a cup of Shaolin tea.

A martial arts arena.

Shaolin has arranged countless seats and brought in several tables, laying out expensive tea to entertain Qinhu people from all over the world.

After everyone was seated, Du Zhen said in a clear voice: "Everyone, I already know your intention. Several decades ago, Shaolin did have an agreement with various sects in the world. But you should all understand that times have changed, and Shaolin can't stay in the mountains forever. Today, the mountain gate will be reopened soon, so please raise any requests you have!"

He made his words very clear at the beginning, and everyone suddenly understood. Shaolin had laid things out in the open. They recognized the previous agreement, but they also recognized the reopening of the mountain gate.

"Little monk, it's against Shaolin's rules to do this!" an old Taoist said in a deep voice after thinking for a moment.

"Back then, you closed the mountain whenever you wanted, and sent all the heroes to fight against the Jin people with just one sentence. Now that the world is gradually stabilizing, you want to reopen the mountain gate to get a piece of the pie? How can such a good thing happen in the world?"

At this time, another old Taoist priest also spoke in a cold voice, with a chill in his eyes.

"All the believers in the world have been divided up. If you, Shaolin, come to join in the fun, you will just be stealing food from everyone else. Who would be willing to do that?" A Qinhu man sneered.

No one would feel good if someone showed up now to share the profits.

There were still some people who didn't express their opinions, but their eyes said it all. Monk Duzhen saw it clearly and couldn't help but sneer: "Everyone, as long as I can let Shaolin reopen its gates, as long as Shaolin can afford the price, then we can do it."

But there was something he didn't say in his heart: If Shaolin can't afford the price, it will never pay it.

Unexpectedly, an old Taoist priest shook his head and sneered, "Want to pay a price in exchange for the opportunity to reopen the mountain gate? I'm afraid it's impossible. As long as you, Shaolin, continue to close the mountain, we will leave immediately!"

It is impossible to reopen the mountain gate. Reopening it would be equivalent to taking away the benefits from them. Luck is a mysterious thing that can improve the speed of cultivation and is more important than elixirs.

Even if Shaolin offers some benefits, no one will give them up.

"Everyone, it is impossible to close the mountain. You'd better put forward other conditions. Otherwise, I will not care about you." Du Zhen shrugged and said calmly.

You can talk about it if you want, but Shaolin doesn’t care whether you support or oppose it.

At this time, an old Taoist suddenly said sternly: "So, Shaolin has to reopen its gates? Little monk, are you planning to fight us?"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. This group of old Taoist priests were not to be trifled with.

Want to share the luck? No way!
Du Zhen glanced at the crowd coldly and said, "It's done once, and I am not afraid of a bunch of you rabble!"

Everyone: "..."

Is Shaolin so arrogant?

If literary negotiations prove fruitless, the outcome will ultimately be decided by force!
"If you want to fight, then fight. I, Monk Duzhen, am confident that I have extraordinary talent and wisdom. I knew that these people would not give up." Duzhen originally had a glimmer of hope for Wen Tan, but now he was completely disappointed and ordered a young monk, "Go and ask the master uncle to come out of seclusion."

They have been preparing for this day for more than a month and will never give up easily.

The old Taoists felt nervous. Although they were well prepared, they still felt heavy pressure. Shaolin's heritage is not shorter than that of Taoism, and its foundation is also very deep. An old Taoist said after a moment of silence: "It seems that Shaolin intends to show its trump card directly. No matter what the result of today's battle is, we must go all out!"

"Why not let Hong Qigong take action?" someone suggested. After all, Hong Qigong was one of the Five Great Masters and a master in the innate realm.

However, the new Taoist Zhang of Tianshi Dao shook his head and said, "Hong Qigong is from the Beggars' Sect and is not suitable to participate in this fight. Since Shaolin dared to show its trump card, it must have considered fighting him. Therefore, we need to put forward a stronger candidate. In my opinion, Fellow Daoist Lin of Shenxiao Sect has profound cultivation and was once a rare genius in a century. Why not let him represent our Taoist sects to fight and decide the outcome in one battle?"

The Taoist people around nodded in agreement: "Fellow Daoist Lin is indeed suitable and can fully represent all of our Taoist families!"

As for the Qinhu Sect, they no longer had the right to speak at this time.

Although the Taoist sect is low-key, its strength is not weak. Even Hong Qigong dare not provoke it easily, let alone the Qinhu forces who do not have innate masters as their trump cards. At most, they can only rely on the Taoist sect to survive and pick up some small benefits at ordinary times.

On the other side, the Buddhist backyard.

"Uncle Master, Senior Brother Duzhen sent us to welcome you out of retreat!" Several young monks said respectfully to an old man in a red cassock. The old monk had white eyebrows and hair, a compassionate look on his face, and a string of huge Buddhist beads hung around his neck, each of which was the size of a baby's fist. The old monk slowly opened his eyes and said, "Amitabha, let's go."

For the prosperity of Buddhism, he had to make this journey, but this could not be regarded as exposing Shaolin's trump card.

On the martial arts field, the old monk walked slowly, looking at the Taoist elders and many martial arts masters, he couldn't help but sigh slightly: "Why do you all come from afar to join in the fun in Shaolin? Shaolin saves people in troubled times and preaches in prosperous times. Whether to be born or to avoid the world, it is Shaolin's own choice. What does it have to do with you heroes? Don't be the one who blocks the way, otherwise the Buddha will blame you." The old monk's plain words seemed to carry some kind of magic, which made people involuntarily begin to think: Is it a sin to prevent Shaolin from reopening its mountain gate this time?
After all, Shaolin also has its compassionate side.

Taoist Zhang of the Tianshi sect had an unpleasant look on his face, and couldn't help but say, "You... you haven't passed away yet? Master Faxiang, didn't you announce to the public that you were in seclusion fifty years ago?"

He thought that the old monk had passed away long ago, but he found out that the old man was still alive and well, and he could probably live for several more decades.

"Amitabha, Mr. Zhang is still alive, how can I pass away?" Monk Faxiang shook his head and persuaded: "You should go down the mountain. I will pretend that nothing happened in Shaolin. From now on, everyone in Qin Lake will rely on their own abilities."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Laodao of Tianshi Dao's face darkened even more, and he glared angrily and said, "Master Faxiang, you practice the Ku Zen method, which is different from the authentic Shaolin Buddhism. Why do you have to fight for a Buddhism that does not belong to you?"

Taoist Zhang couldn't understand why there was such a huge difference between Zen and Mahayana Buddhism.

This great Zen Master Faxiang was an old monk who had broken into the Xiantian realm more than 50 years ago. No one knew how strong he was. The only thing Zhang Laodao was worried about was whether the person they were going to send out was a match.

"Donor Zhang, you are obsessed with appearances. In my opinion, whether it is Mahayana Buddhism, Hinayana Buddhism, or various Zen schools, they are all part of Buddhism. Only when these things are combined together can it be called Buddhism. I am for Buddhism, not Shaolin." The old monk Faxiang explained calmly. Seeing that the Taoists looked unhappy, he said, "Everyone, since you have decided to solve it by force, then come on. I have not been idle these years."

Taoist Zhang had a gloomy face, so he said to a Taoist priest beside him: "Fellow Daoist Lin, get ready to attack. The arrow is on the string and must be shot."

The Taoist nodded and said reassuringly, "Don't worry, I'm sure."

Then, he stood up with a whisk in his hand and said to the old monk Faxiang, "Master, let's fight each other, and the victory or defeat will determine whether Shaolin can reopen its gates. How about that?"

No one knows how many such old monsters there are in Shaolin. After all, they have been passed down for many years, and only God knows how many of them are there from the days when they were sweeping monks dozens or hundreds of years ago.

"Yes!" Master Faxiang nodded heavily, slowly took off the large Buddhist beads from his neck, and said in a deep voice: "This battle is related to the future of Buddhism and Taoism. I will not let you win, and I will not give you any chances."

Monk Duzhen on the side also nodded slowly, indicating that he agreed with the words of the old monk Fashang and took responsibility for the matter.

Even Taoist Zhang of Tianshidao echoed, "I agree, one battle will decide the outcome. If the Taoist sect loses, they will take all the Taoist sects and the Qinhu sects away; if Shaolin loses, they will close the mountain for another hundred years and cannot reopen!"

“Okay!” The old monk Faxiang nodded, and said to Duzhen: “I will do my best. If there is any disturbance in the grassland in ten years, you should lead the Shaolin stick monks to rescue them!”

After this was said, except for Ye Qin, no one else paid much attention. However, Ye Qin became serious: "This old monk can actually predict the future?"

It's amazing!

If he is right, the Mongolian army will march south in these years. Once the Jin Dynasty is destroyed, the grassland and the Southern Song Dynasty will naturally confront each other.

At this time, the old Taoist priest didn't care about these things, and said calmly: "I am Lin Lingsu, the ancestor of the Shenxiao Sect, and I have come to ask Master Faxiang for some Buddhist teachings!"

"Hiss, it's actually him! Lin Lingsu, who founded the Shenxiao Sect, is not dead?"

"Several dozen or even hundreds of years have passed. I don't know how powerful this old senior has become. I'm afraid he has already broken through to the Xiantian realm and become a peerless master."

"I think it's stronger."

Lin Lingsu revealed his identity, which surprised many people. This Taoist genius who once wandered between Qinhu and the imperial court was also a martial arts master. He was also trusted by the royal family at that time, who helped him establish the Taoist Shenxiao School to control thunder.

Ye Qin didn't know whether this Taoist priest Lin had mastered the thunderbolt method, but Lin Lingsu's ability to deceive the royal family was absolutely first-rate. Although Hong Qigong could freely enter and leave the palace to get food, it was only because the royal family felt that the Beggars' Sect had been restrained in recent years and could get intelligence from enemy countries from time to time, so they acquiesced.

And Lin Lingsu dared to show his lack of martial arts in front of the royal family, and the royal family finally funded him to establish the Shenxiao Sect. This is not simple. How many people in the world can do this?

Finally, Taoist Zhang saw that the time was almost up, so he shouted to the two people in the middle of the martial arts arena: "Let's start, it's better to finish early and go back!"

On one side is one of the low-key leaders of Taoism, and on the other side is the once genius monk of Buddhism. It is still unknown who will win and who will lose!

During the fierce battle between the Taoist and Buddhist sects, everyone's attention was drawn to it. Lin Lingsu waved his whisk and attacked Master Faxiang, while Master Faxiang held a large Buddhist bead as a weapon to fight back. At their level, even ordinary objects can be transformed into magical weapons.

"Buddha Amitabha!" Zen Master Faxiang chanted the Buddha's name loudly, and then swept it towards Lin Lingsu swiftly. The Buddhist beads danced like thunder, and the power shook the entire Shaolin martial arts arena.

Lin Lingsu was no ordinary man. With a wave of his whisk, he neutralized the attack of Master Fashang and took the opportunity to fight him in close combat, without losing the upper hand at all.

“Wulian Tianzun!” Although the two men are old, they do not look old at all. Instead, they are full of energy, as if they were reborn. Many Qinhu people present were amazed. Is this the duel between top masters?
"Too amazing, their realm has surpassed the ordinary innate realm and reached a superb level. I'm afraid it has reached an unimaginable realm." Even Hong Qigong was shocked when he saw it. Every move and every style of theirs was so pure, yet contained tremendous power. If you are not careful, you may be defeated.

Hong Qigong had no idea what realm was above the innate realm, but he had a vague feeling that there must be a higher realm, otherwise there would not be such miraculous means.

This battle left many people stunned.

"Is this the foundation of Buddhism and Taoism? It's really terrifying. Their strength is far beyond our imagination."

"They may have surpassed the scope of ordinary warriors. The saying 'Those below the innate are ants' is indeed true. Buddhism and Taoism have always kept a low profile, but in recent years, no one among the Five Supremes dared to openly provoke these two sects. It seems that there is a reason for this."

"Too strong, I can't even see their moves clearly..." Many warriors who have not reached the innate realm only think that the two people in the center of the martial arts arena are like earthly immortals, which opened their eyes. (End of this chapter)