Mount Song, Shaolin Temple
Whether it was the wuxia worlds of Zha Yong or Huang Dada's Dual Dragons of the Great Tang, or even the high-martial world of Fengyun, which bordered on the fantastical,
any world connected to wuxia inevitably had a Shaolin Temple.
At that moment, Hao Shuai stood before Shaolin Temple's mountain gate with a large group of people, staring absentmindedly at the red walls and yellow tiles higher up the mountain.
He didn't know why, just before leaving the Fengyun World, he'd suddenly felt compelled to pay Shaolin Temple a visit.
Perhaps it was an obsession of sorts~~
After all, he'd already visited Shaolin Temples in the Deer Cauldron World, Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber World, Great Tang World, and others, and had held friendly talks with the bald monks there.
A thought in his heart told him that if he didn't visit Shaolin and make off with a few things, he'd feel as if he'd let down the Shaolin Temples in those other worlds.
So Hao Shuai followed his heart and stood before Shaolin Temple's mountain gate!
Shaolin Temple in the Fengyun World had weathered many ups and downs. On the surface, it had long since fallen into decline and seemed to have no real masters.
But that was only what it looked like~~
As everyone knew, in the Twelve Terrors compiled by Bai Xiao Kuangsheng—the list that struck fear into the hearts of martial artists—Shaolin Temple ranked eighth.
A thousand-year-old temple and the orthodox home of martial arts, Shaolin might have seemed to be in decline in Fengyun, but its martial arts had a long and illustrious history, and it still possessed many secrets that no one could fathom. And that was precisely what made it so dangerous and so unsettling!
"Amitabha Buddha!"
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