Chapter 552

She must reshape Cihang Jingzhai and let Cihang Jingzhai gain a new life!

Having figured this out, the horse under her ran even faster!

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Southern Song Dynasty.

Putian.

Southern Northern Shaolin Temple!

A group of monks led by the Southern Northern Shaolin Abbot Fang Zheng looked at the Peerless Martial God List in the firmament, and a look of astonishment flashed across all their faces.

It was truly because Xiang Yutian, who had just made the list on this Peerless Martial God List, was too surprising.

The strongest of the Central Plains Mo Sect!

These few words can be said to be deeply branded in the minds of these monks!

A look of helplessness appeared on Fang Zheng's face.

"In today's world, the Demonic Dao has instead become prosperous!"

"Looking at my Fomen, it is very withered!"

"Even though there is one more Bashiba, the Tantric Sect and my Zen Sect are ultimately somewhat different!"

At this time, a rather handsome young monk to the side spoke up: "Abbot!"

"You are right; at the moment, our Fomen's talent is withering!"

"Our Southern Northern Shaolin is even more so."

"Abbot, I have a method that might be able to change this current situation!"

Fang Zheng heard this, raised an eyebrow, and said: "Oh?"

"What method do you have?"

"Tell me about it?"

The young monk immediately said: "Abbot, what our Putian Northern Shaolin lacks is top-tier cultivation methods!"

"But it also lacks a powerful big figure to sit in charge."

"Why don't we send people to search for the traces of Li Changsheng, Mr. Li!"

"If we can find Mr. Li and invite Mr. Li to sit in charge of our Southern Northern Shaolin, it won't take long, just a year or half a year!"

"I imagine our Southern Northern Shaolin will definitely be able to have a qualitative leap!"

Fang Zheng heard this, shook his head, and said: "Mr. Li is not that easy to find."

The young monk said: "Abbot, you haven't tried yet, how do you know it won't work!"

"In everything, before doing it, if you speak of failure before speaking of victory, then whatever you do will be difficult to succeed!"

Fang Zheng heard this, his eyes lit up, and he said: "Don't know, what you said actually makes some sense!"

"It seems that you haven't spent these ten-plus years in the temple in vain!"

"Alright, since you have such ambition, then this matter will be left to you to handle!"

"If you can invite Mr. Li back to Southern Northern Shaolin, then I will take you as a personal disciple and let you become a candidate for the next abbot of Southern Northern Shaolin!"

The young monk heard this and was stunned; he opened his mouth wide.

"Ah..."

"Abbot... no way!"

"Great Qin is several hundred thousand miles away from here!"

"This matter is not easy to handle!"