I AM UNPARALLELED
CHAPTER 44

Painting of a Young Man Practicing His Movement

Jiangnan, Song mountain!

This mountain is very famous in Jiangnan region, It is a Buddhist holy place. Thousands of years ago, Mount Song was the only Buddhist Sect in the Jiangnan region. Following the difference in ideals, the Dalin Temple appeared.

Then, after civil unrest and relentless strife the Xuankong Temple appeared.

The Buddhist sects were divided into three, each

they say they are more orthodox than others.

Dalin Temple took Buddhist writings, Xuankong Temple took Buddhist monks' wands, and Mount Song kept Buddhist relics with them. The three factions all refused to compromise. Their situation has dragged on to this day.

The three factions had developed their own schools very well. It was a pipe dream for one of them to try and integrate the other.

In the past, Mount Song was always surrounded by worshippers who came in endless currents to pray and offer incense.

But today, Mount Song does not accept any worshipers. Only cultivators from the main factions were allowed to enter.

A sea of people was waiting to see how Emperor Ming would humiliate himself after the Shaolin Temple rejected the imperial decree delivered by his envoy.

When Beihai stepped onto the steps of the Shaolin Temple, many eyes were on him. He felt uncomfortable and very anxious.

Even though he was a Martial Sage, he was not confident facing such a situation.

But after touching the painting in his arms, He suddenly gained confidence, With the senior painting, he has nothing to fear.

He walked confidently to the Mahavira Hall of the Shaolin Temple with his head held high.

Here, standing right in the middle was a group of monks, there were people around them, watching expectantly and they were all staring at Beihai.

The sense of oppression is beyond the biasar.

Beihai became akin to a sheep amidst a pack of wolves as he stood there while being watched by the many pairs of frightening eyes.

Beihai shook his head and put down

his feelings behind him. He did not look at the others and just stared at the abbot of the Shaolin Temple.

Martial Sage's!

A middle-aged monk whose cult

very strong and somewhat arrogant looking at Beihai. There was humiliation in his eyes, but he spoke

with a serious expression. "Helper, why did you come to the Shaolin Temple?"

He obviously knows!

Beihai knew that it was impossible to make them accept the imperial edict.

He issued an imperial edict and said, “Head of the monastery, do you want to see for yourself

or do you want me to read it?"

The Abbot of the Shaolin Temple reached out and an imperial decree flew into his hands.

Then, he opened it.

The abbot's expression immediately changed, his face frozen.

The words written in this imperial edict were filled with vigor and authority.

First, rebuke the Buddhist sect for wrongdoing

they deceive people, hide prisoners, violate the deep meaning of the Buddha, and accuse them of being a group of false monks.

Finally, Lin Tianyuan ordered the Shaolin Temple to destroy the temples under his command within three months, only defending the original Shaolin Temple.

In addition, he had to sack millions of monks and hand the convicts among them to justice.

If not, there will be consequences!

Lin Tianyuan was very happy when he wrote it.

Now when the abbot saw the imperial edict... His expression became grim and cold.

He's very angry.

"Buddhist Sects do not want enmity with the imperial court. But we also will not be handed over to the imperial court.” After reading the decree, the abbot said coldly.

"Today, Emperor Ming of the Yuhua God Dynasty

writing these words to humiliate my Shaolin Temple, this is a great insult to Buddha."

"You can't go..."

"The Shaolin Temple will also visit the Ming Emperor." The abbot was really angry. He pointed with his finger and spoke aggressively. He wanted to capture Beihai and teach him Buddhism to make the Yuhua God Dynasty suffer great losses once he moved into their ranks.

The people around watched, they were not at all surprised by this result. After all, the Shaolin Temple is not easy to mess around with!

"You want to keep me here? I'm afraid you won't be able to do it." Beihai shook her head.

"Eighteen Arahats are here, who would dare to be presumptuous in my Shaolin?!" Eighteen loud cries fused into one voice.

The Eighteen Arahants with each of them in the Martial Ancestor Realm jumped forwards and they surrounded Beihai.

"Shaolin has the Eighteen Arahats. They're enough to pressure you.”

The Abbot of the Shaolin Temple said with a cold face.

“How can you be a mere Martial Sage - fighting against eighteen of them alone?" The abbot sneered.

The spectators from the main faction and the people from the Shaolin Temple shook their heads simultaneously.

They thought Emperor Ming had made a bad move, letting a Martial Sage come to the Shaolin Temple alone.

Did Emperor Ming send him here to die?

They looked at the Eighteen Martial Wise as they lamented and praised the deep heritage of the Shaolin Temple.

But Beihai said, "When I left the imperial capital, I brought a painting painted by a senior."

Everyone looked at each other.

At this moment, what was Beihai talking about? "The painting is with me." Beihai held out a folded painting.

Everyone couldn't help but look up.

Usual._

It was just a folded piece of writing paper. What can he do to save Beihai?

The abbot said in a mocking tone, "Have you gone mad from being too scared? why are you spouting rubbish here?" Said the abbot with disdain.

Beihai shook her head. He said in a serious tone, "I've been living in the capital

the empire's. Over ten years ago, I saw a sword with my own eyes. More than ten years later, seniors painted this picture. I believe him, then I just want to tell you about it."

"The mysterious expert in the imperial capital was probably strong, but that was more than ten years ago. After the rain, Martial Sage was everywhere. What can he do himself?"

The abbot looked at Beihai indifferently, as if he was looking at a mentally disabled person who lost his mind.

The person drew and gave it to Beihai as a last resort. Then, Beihai trusted him and he came to the Shaolin Temple enthusiastically.

Now, he even tried to open this painting to make the Shaolin Temple submit.

This is a big joke._

The Shaolin Temple found it absurd. The people from the main faction did not believe it either.

What kind of power can a piece of paper have?

Beihai was surrounded by everyone.

Seeing that everyone did not believe his words, he took a deep breath and opened the painting directly.

Everyone looked with thick sarcasm on their faces as they laughed mockingly, they obviously treated Beihai with disdain.

However, after Beihai opened the painting...

The explosion!

The entire Song Mountain suddenly shook. Six massive black holes suddenly appeared in the air as it spun rapidly. They were like six ravines, and an extremely ruthless power descended upon them.

dong! dong! dong!

A terrible sense of oppression descended upon them. Everyone's knees became weak and they all knelt down at once.

Whether it was the abbot, or the Eighteen Arahats, or the people from the main faction, or the elders of the Shaolin Temple... They all kneeled.

The only one standing was Beihai.

Beihai's mouth was wide open. He could not close his mouth at all.

His expression was lifeless for a while, then he suddenly became excited. He was so excited that he was trembling, words could not describe his current feelings.

"What's that?"

"This is the painting that senior gave me."

"There's a kid who's practicing his moves in painting, he's practicing..?this scary move?"

"The painting came alive."

Beihai looked up excitedly. The painting he opened was a painting of a young man training his nurse.

At this moment, the young man came back to life. He's training his moves! The movement he trained in was the Six Paths of Reincarnation! And this young man contained a wisp of Lin Jiufeng's spiritual awareness.

So at this moment, with one move. Six Paths of Reincarnation appeared and suppressed the entire Shaolin Temple.

The Abbot of the Shaolin Temple trembled as he said, "What's going on here?"

He kneels._

He can't stand._

The terrible pressure held him back._

If not for his strong killing intent, the abbot thought that he must have died. Everyone looked up at the sky, surprised.

Six huge and dark holes were rapidly spinning in the sky.

It forced them to kneel in front of Beihai.

At the Shaolin Temple, an old Martial Sage raised his head in shock as he said in horror.

"This.. this is ... Human Gods!"