Liu Feng quickly led people to the Shaolin Temple. However, the Shaolin Temple had many rules. Outsiders like them were not allowed to enter or exit at will.

The Shaolin Temple here is not the modern 21st century Shaolin Temple. Apart from burning incense and worshiping Buddha, pilgrims have nothing else to do.

The Shaolin Temple here has many rules. Whether you can enter the Shaolin Temple is decided by the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, and you cannot enter or exit at will.

Now Lin Chen is stuck here. The little novice monk stopped Lin Chen and his people outside, saying that the mountain was closed and they were not allowed to enter the mountain or the temple.

"I am really sorry to all the donors. Something happened in Shaolin Temple recently and I cannot let the donors express their feelings. Compared with the Buddha, I would not blame the donors for burning incense less often. As long as the donor has Buddha in his heart, it will be the same wherever he burns incense."

The little novice said something very one-sided, but at first glance, it seems to make sense and is irrefutable.

"Little master, you don’t have to rush us away. We are here to save Master Xuanci. This is for the Shaolin Temple and for the good of the world’s martial arts community."

Liu Feng tried to persuade the little novice monk with good words, and wanted to let them go. He didn't want to have an unnecessary conflict with the Shaolin Temple before meeting Master Xuanci.

"Donor, please come back. Master Xuanci really doesn’t see visitors now."

The little novice monk was very insistent and remained unmoved no matter what he said. The group of monks behind him stared at Liu Feng closely, with the intention of taking action if they disagreed. In short, they would never let Liu Feng pass.

"You bunch of stumbling blocks, wherever your majesty... Young Master wants to go, there's nothing he can't go to. If you continue to be so ungrateful, don't blame us for being rude!"

Mad Dog Dianwei could not bear this anger. He glared at the people of Shaolin Temple, thinking that they did not know how to respect their Emperor. He was so angry that he wanted to hammer these people to death right now.

"Dian Wei, why are you so crazy? Your Majesty hasn't spoken yet, so don't make any arbitrary decisions."

Zhao Yun quickly stopped Dian Wei and told him not to go crazy. Liu Feng, the emperor, had not even said that he would fight all the way up. They, the subordinates, would be overstepping their bounds by taking action without permission.

The two of them lowered their voices. Even though he spoke, he did not change the title of His Majesty. The novice monks in Shaolin Temple are such sharp-eared people. When they heard this title, they immediately became vigilant.

"His Majesty? May I ask what your identity is? Where do you come from?"

The little novice monk is not mentally retarded. Of course he knows that the only person who can be called your majesty is the emperor. In this world, there are the emperors of the Song Dynasty, the great khans of the Liao Kingdom, the Khitan Kingdom, etc., who are also emperors.

These people all belong to the same country. Rulers must not be offended. Even if there are masters in their Shaolin Temple, they would not dare to offend the ruler of a country.

"I am a Han, but not a Han from the Song Dynasty. I can’t explain it to you. You should go back and ask your Master Xuanci. I am here because of Qiao Feng’s affairs. He must see me, otherwise it will be too late."

Liu Feng had a serious look on his face. He wanted to slowly explain to the young novices about traveling from other worlds. It would probably be very difficult. After all, these young novices were not at a high level and they would not understand even if they spoke.

If he could communicate with a master of Master Xuanci's level, Talking face to face, he must be able to easily understand what Liu Feng is talking about.

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