Three days later, Shaolin Temple.

In front of the gate of Shaolin Temple, Yang Cong looked at this century-old ancient temple. This century-old ancient temple was built in the 19th year of Taihe in the Northern Wei Dynasty. It was built by Emperor Xiaowen Tuoba Hong, an Indian monk who came to the court to teach Hinayana Buddhism in order to settle down.

Even after hundreds of years of erosion by wind and rain, many pilgrims still came to worship Buddha. However, Yang Cong was a little confused about why the Mongolian invaded the Song Dynasty and why Shaolin Temple did not take action.

Do they want to close the door and sweep the snow in front of the door? Do they think they can escape this? But in the end, although Shaolin Temple is now in decline, it still has a great reputation in the Central Plains martial arts world. After all, "the world's martial arts are out of Shaolin."

Looking at the Shaolin Temple disciples entering and leaving outside Shaolin Temple, Yang Cong couldn't help but think for a while. When a young monk came over, he gave a Buddhist tribute to Yang Cong, and asked, "I don't know why this Taoist, why did he come to my Shaolin Temple?"

Yang Cong came to his senses at this time, activated his internal strength in his body, and shouted slightly: "Yang Cong, a disciple of the third generation of Quanzhen Sect, asked the host of Shaolin Temple to see you!"

Hearing this, the disciple looked at Yang Cong with trembling all over. Many monks in the courtyard walked out of the temple one after another, invited the pilgrims from the temple, and then set up a formation and an old man wearing a cassock walked out.

"I am a monk named Guangzhi, I don't know what the donor came to Shaolin Temple?" The old man in cassock asked with both hands and bowed his Buddha's ritual.

Yang Cong also returned a tribute and said, "I heard that all martial arts in the world are from Shaolin. I only want to borrow the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple."

Guangzhi's heart trembled. Could it be that this Taoist also came to Shaolin Temple to learn about Yinghuo Foredo Tuo from Shaolin Temple to borrow the 72 unique skills to see Shaolin Temple?

When Yang Cong saw the change of expression on Shaolin abbot's face, he thought he didn't want to watch it himself, so he said furiously: "Mongolia invaded my Song Dynasty. When Shaolin Temple still wants to close the door and sweep the snow in front of the door, if you don't go out of the mountain, then hand over the seventy-two unique skills to me!"

The abbot was furious. He didn't expect that Shaolin Temple would have reached this level now. He shouted: "This donor, if you want my 72 unique skills in Shaolin Temple, it depends on whether you have the ability to get it! Guanghe will take this crazy guy!"

After saying that, he stepped down and let a strong man in half a cassock walk out behind him. He saw his face with a pair of angry eyebrows engraved on his forehead, and a trace of cold light was revealed in his eyes, as if he was angry with the vajra, revealing his energy step by step.

He walked to five meters in front of Yang Cong and stopped, bowed with both hands, and said in a deep voice: "Guanghe, the head of the martial arts hall of Shaolin Temple!"

"Yang Cong, a disciple of the three generations of Quanzhen Sect!" After that, Yang Cong stood with his eyes staring at Guanghe with bright eyes.

The murderous intent seemed to be revealed between the two. After a while, Guanghe seemed to be unable to bear it anymore. He took the lead and made a thunderous sound between his palms. Yang Cong let go of his contempt at this time. It seemed that Shaolin Temple was not alone, but why don’t hesitate to the people.

Yang Cong used his internal force to knock Na Guanghe to the ground. When he got up, he asked, "Mongolia invaded my Song Dynasty, why didn't you take action to stop me? Didn't you teach you that saving lives is better than building a seven-level pagoda? Why didn't you take action?" After that, he broke the gate of Shaolin Temple with one palm.

The abbot was shocked when he saw this scene, but his family's shame should not be revealed, so he was silent. The monk Guanghe quickly got up, called a disciple, and hurriedly said, "Go to the backyard, pagoda forest to seek the meeting of the ancestor, and said that Shaolin Temple has a catastrophe, so I beg the ancestor to take action!" The disciple hurriedly ran to the backyard of Shaolin Temple when he heard this.

Yang Cong just watched the disciple running to the backyard, but thought to himself: Master? Is there any old thing in Shaolin Temple still there? But thinking that his martial arts are almost in the innate realm and he can still run away if he can't beat them, he ignored the disciple.

The disciple ran to the pagoda forest in the backyard of Shaolin Temple and shouted: "Master! Now that Shaolin Temple has been broken, someone may have to exterminate Shaolin Temple. Please help me save my Shaolin Temple!" After shouting for a few times, the pagoda forest was still silent, as if no one was present.

"What? Someone wants to destroy my Shaolin Temple? Forget it, let me contribute my old bone to Shaolin Temple again!"

When the disciple was discouraged, an elderly voice came from the depths of the pagoda forest. The disciple instantly burst into cold sweat. He still thought the master was lying to him, but he didn't expect it to be true! He hurriedly said, "Yes, ancestor, there is a Taoist priest who claims to be a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect for three generations to destroy my Shaolin Temple!"

An elderly bald man flew out from the depths of the tower forest, with white hair all over his body. He grabbed the disciple with one hand and then flew to the gate of Shaolin Temple. On the way, he listened to the disciple explaining the situation. When the disciple talked about Yang Cong defeating the master of the martial arts hall with one blow, the ancestor felt a little uneasy.

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Yang Cong stood in front of the gate of Shaolin Temple, slowly standing in white clothes. The breeze beside him blew past his face, and he raised his white clothes to flutter, like a god. As soon as the ancestor arrived at the gate, he saw Yang Cong. Yang Cong stood among a group of monks, only one of them had long hair. He saw it at a glance, and he was impressed by this boy's temperament.

The ancestor of Shaolin Temple landed and put down his disciples and walked forward step by step. Yang Cong felt like a glaring Vajra Buddha was in front of him. After careful perception, a trace of corruption came out of the ancestor. He couldn't help but sigh that it was still a century-old ancient temple, and there were always some high-quality disciples who survived. Thinking of this, Yang Cong didn't want to think too much.

"Yang Cong, a junior disciple of the three generations of Quanzhen Sect, came to ask for a view of the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple!" Yang Cong said in a deep voice.

The Shaolin Temple ancestor touched his beard and smiled and said, "Quanzhen Sect? I didn't expect that there were talents in Jiang Shang Dynasty, and this generation actually produced a genius like you!"

"I am Hong Jing, the 12th generation leader of Shaolin Temple's martial arts hall."

"Can you give me the seventy-two unique skills in Shaolin Temple to my view?"

"How can I not allow Shaolin Temple people to watch it? I, a disciple of Shaolin Temple, have to find out if I want to see it!"

"That's just that I have to do it before I can borrow it from me!" After Yang Cong said that, he released his energy and blew the people of Shaolin Temple to the point of falling, while the monk Hong Jing did not move at all.

Hong Jing smiled slightly and took a step forward, which also released his energy. Yu Yangcong's energy was fighting each other. After a long time, it seemed that Hong Jing could not hold on anymore. He took a step back and cracked a bluestone behind him, and then he stabilized his pace.

Yang Cong said at this time, "Monkey, I respect you as a senior, so I didn't take any serious measures, otherwise you wouldn't be like this."
Chapter completed!