In Chang'an City, the current emperor Zhao Yuankui sat behind his dragon case, frowned and listened to the report from the people below.

"Emperor, the leader of the Central Plains martial arts people from Shaolin Temple went outside the Great Wall to fight a martial arts sect with heavy casualties. Not only did the elites in the Zhonglin martial arts world almost all casualties, but even the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Monk Yijie, ended up with Na Ding Buer."

"Can this be taken seriously?"

"It's true! We found several martial arts people who survived the battle outside the Great Wall. They all said that they saw Yi Jie and Ding Buer die together. In order to avoid a difference, we also asked a lot of the situation at that time indirectly. Their answers were all the same, and they must be true."

"Who is the abbot of Shaolin Temple now?"

"It is Your Majesty, your emperor uncle, who is now called Abbot Yideng, but it is said that he has lost his skills and is now cultivating in the abbot's courtyard. Not only has he lost his skills, but everyone who goes to this time, even if they come back alive, will have no skills."

Hearing his subordinates' confirmation, Zhao Yuankui let out a long sigh and leaned softly on the dragon throne.

"I really didn't expect that people like Yijie would die!"

Zhao Yuankui was muttering to himself, the people below were stunned and heard it. What's so strange about how he would die? Who wouldn't die?

"It's ridiculous to say. I once thought that a monk like Yijie was probably incarnated by gods and Buddhas, and maybe he could really live forever. To be honest, I was really afraid of this person in my heart."

In front of his confidant subordinates, Zhao Yuankui had no scruples when speaking. Perhaps Huo Yuan was really dead, which made him really relax and dared to say a lot of things.

"Your Majesty, even if Monk Yijie does not die, he will not pose any threat to our court, right?"

"What should we say about this? He may not be very upset, but what we need to be wary of is the power of their religion."

Zhao Yuankui's face became serious, "I have been paying attention to the situation in Shaolin Temple. They have a very high prestige among the people. Countless people have become their believers. If the Shaolin abbot stands up and calls, I am afraid that thousands of people will respond, and at that time, my country will be unstable."

"If Yijie has always been the abbot, it would be fine. This monk has an extraordinary temperament. I believe that he will not come to compete for the world, but once he does not serve as the abbot, I will be wary of any malicious intentions of the next abbot."

"Your Majesty, but the current abbot is your emperor uncle!"

Zhao Yuankui nodded with a gloomy face: "Yes, it's my emperor's uncle, but don't forget one thing, my emperor's uncle is also a member of the royal family. If he wants to do something, then he will be more legitimate."

"Your Majesty. They have all lost their martial arts and can't do anything big!"

"Have you ever found out that after these people lost their martial arts, will they continue to practice when they return to Shaolin?"

"I have investigated, these people are indeed still practicing."

"That's right. Losing martial arts is only temporary and will recover sooner or later. They are already the best in Shaolin Temple in the world. There are no opponents in the world. Why do they still practice such high martial arts? Once they can't find opponents in the world, they will inevitably have other thoughts, and we have to be careful."

"What do you mean by your majesty?"

Zhao Yuankui walked back and forth, walked for a while, and finally stopped as if he had made up his mind, standing in the Golden Palace with a firm look: "I was able to achieve this position, thanks to Abbot Yijie. If Abbot Yijie had always served as Abbot Yijie, I would not be worried about anything. But now that the person has been replaced, Abbot Yijie is no longer there, then Shaolin Temple will not be the Shaolin Temple as it was. In this case, let this temple with great influence disappear from now on, so as not to fall into the hands of people with bad intentions and cause some unnecessary trouble."

The people below listened and nodded frequently. Although Zhao Yuankui's approach was vicious, it was really the best way. Those in power generally would not allow religious forces to grow. Moreover, if a royal man became the leader of this power, Zhao Yuankui was inevitably worried.

"Transfer my will to let General Zhang from Luoyang lead 20,000 troops to attack Shaolin Temple immediately. The main forces of those monks have no ability at this time. The rest can fight again, and see if they can fight against the siege of the 50,000 troops!"

The people below received the order and left, and Zhao Yuankui sat back on the dragon throne alone, looked out the window with his eyes and said to himself: "Abbot Yijie, I'm sorry, uncle, I'm sorry, I have no choice but to do this for the sake of the country."

While he was thinking about these questions, a person suddenly came in from outside the Golden Palace.

"Who are you? Ah! There is an assassin! Protect the car! Protect the car!"

The one who came in outside was a young man in brocade clothes with a handsome and handsome face. He was holding a folding fan in his hand and a sword behind his back. He walked in staggeringly and looked at Zhao Yuankui smiling.

"Zhao Yuankui, Emperor!"

The man called Zhao Yuankui first, then shouted loudly, which scared Zhao Yuankui to tremble and almost fell off the chair.

"Where are people dead? Get out of here and take this madman down for me!"

"You don't need to call anymore. The guards around the palace now think they are dead. I'll let them enjoy the taste of the underworld."

Zhao Yuankui shouted for a long time, but no one came in. Finally, he was scared and searched around and found a hanging sword on the wall behind.

With a "Zheng!", Zhao Yuankui put the sword in his hand and said to the young man tremblingly: "Who are you? What do you want to do to me?"

The young man looked at Zhao Yuankui's clumsy movements and smiled: "Your Majesty, don't worry, I want you to die, no one in the world can save you. I'm here just to see what kind of villain the current emperor is? He actually wants to attack Shaolin Temple. Have you forgotten how Shaolin abbot taught you? Without his guidance and Chang'an to save you, can you still be in this position today?"

"You have heard of it! Although I am wrong with this, Abbot Yijie is already dead."

"Then do you have to attack Shaolin Temple!"

The young man suddenly became angry, waved his hand and slapped out his palm, and slapped out of the void, and actually slapped a palm print on the ground!

Zhao Yuankui was so scared that he trembled all over. What is this kid doing? You must not offend him at this time, otherwise your life will be unsuccessful.

"Then I asked my subordinates to come back and not go to issue the orders. The hero should calm down!"

Zhao Yuankui finally surrendered. The higher the position, the more he was, the more he cherished his life.

Unexpectedly, the young man waved his hand: "No need, no joke, since you have issued an order, how can you not implement it? Let your army attack Shaolin Temple."

"But it's!"

"No need to be, this is the case, Master, how about we bet?"

"How to bet?"

"Didn't you send an army of 20,000 to attack Shaolin Temple? We'll bet who can win!"

Zhao Yuankui was stunned for a moment, and then said confidently: "If Abbot Yijie is still there, even if I give me a 200,000 army, I will not have the confidence to win. However, now Abbot Yijie is no longer here, and Shaolin masters have lost their martial arts. I have investigated. In Shaolin, there are only a few masters such as Yijing, Huijian, Huiwu, Huiniu, etc., which are not enough to stop my army. Therefore, we will definitely win this battle."

"Okay, since the emperor is so confident, let's take a bet. If Shaolin Temple loses this battle, it will be destroyed. If Shaolin wins this battle, then you will have to work hard for you."

"What do you want me to do?"

The atmosphere of the conversation was not tense, and the young man seemed to have no malice. Zhao Yuankui gradually relaxed and regained his demeanor as an emperor.

"It's very simple. Your Majesty, just work harder. Go to Shaolin Temple and then hang a plaque at our mountain gate. You can write an inscription on the spot and write a plaque "The No. 1 Temple in the World"!"

"It's easy to write a plaque, it's no problem."

"It's not over yet. You not only have to write this, but also in the Shaolin martial arts arena. You also have to write a plaque, just write the words "The world's martial arts come from Shaolin". And these two plaques must be written in public so that the people of the world can see it."

Zhao Yuankui was stunned for a moment. These two conditions were a bit harsh, but he believed that his army would not fail, so he nodded and agreed.

"There is another last point, that is, if you fail, after you finish writing the plaque, you will still leave such a post on the ancestral teachings. As long as you are your descendants, no matter who is in power, you are not allowed to cause trouble for Shaolin Temple. Shaolin Temple will never involve royal matters."

"Isn't this equivalent to a gold medal for avoiding death?"

"Yes, that's what it means. Shaolin's future cannot be harassed by you people anymore. It's better for you to interfere less in the affairs of the world. Besides, if the martial arts of Shaolin people are restored in the future, you will only be asking for trouble if you act rashly."

Zhao Yuankui thought for a while, and finally nodded with difficulty. Now he is under the roof and has to bow his head.

After all these things, the young man walked to Zhao Yuankui, raised his hand and pushed Zhao Yuankui aside, and sat on the dragon throne with his butt.

Zhao Yuankui immediately changed his face. He was determined to have an attack but did not dare to do so. He could only look at the young man with his eyes puffed.

The young man moved back and forth a few times: "This chair is really not very good. It is useless except for looking good. It is not as comfortable as sitting in a futon. Forget it, let's sit for you."

After that, the young man stood up and walked outside.

He walked out without looking back and said as he walked: "I believe that the battle over there will be a result soon. Remember, I have been living in the cold palace in your palace these days and waiting for news. Remember, one is the world's number one temple, and the other is the world's martial arts in Shaolin. Both plaques must be written. In the past few days, you can practice your calligraphy well. If the writing does not satisfy me, be careful to let you rewrite it in front of the people!"
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