Master Lingzheng looked at the painting and saw three terrifying monsters competing against each other.
The leader is a monkey with a black armor face, holding a bloody long stick, and stepping on corpses like a river. His face is full of evil, and his body is full of murderous aura. In the middle is another person with a fat head and pig ears, a belly full of fat intestines, a mouth full of fangs, and a nine-tooth rake on his shoulder.
There are two heads hanging on top.
The last person has a green face with demonic eyes, a red-haired grimace, hundreds of skulls on his neck, and a wooden stick in his hand that fills the room with blood. There are four people in a group in the same painting, and they don't look like they are walking together.
This painting made Lingzheng frown and made all the disciples of the Xuan generation feel uncomfortable.
"I heard that Master Xuanzang's three disciples all achieved enlightenment. I wonder who the three people in this painting are?" Lingzheng pointed to the three people who were painted in strange shapes and asked.
"The day before yesterday, a master told me that it is the mind that is the Buddha, and it is the mind that makes the Buddha. The mind never leaves the Buddha, and the Buddha never leaves the heart. Master Lingzheng is a high-level monk who has attained enlightenment, but he still imitates the common people and is obsessed with appearance."
Lu Hanjiang shook his head as if sighing, then walked past Lingzheng and said jokingly: "Isn't this how Buddhism teaches people all over the world? Why should master be so humble?"
After saying this, Lingzheng's eyes widened. He glanced at the four masters and apprentices in the painting, and felt that the bloody evil spirit that filled the sky was about to overflow from the pen and ink.
All the Xuan generation disciples exclaimed, and then everyone looked at Lu Hanjiang with extremely unkind eyes.
Lingzheng glared angrily, everyone looked coldly, and Lu Hanjiang laughed loudly: "Look, aren't they the same?"
He led the people directly through the mountain gate without sparing any mercy. The disciples of the Xuan generation were filled with anger. Among the crowd, Monk Xuanku looked at Lu Hanjiang's back and sighed slightly.
The good intentions of the Shaolin Temple to welcome him were shattered by this gift, and now the two families cannot even maintain a semblance of peace.
The conflict that occurred at the mountain gate, which was not a conflict, was immediately reported to the ears of Abbot Lingkong of the Main Hall.
"Abbott! How dare this Xiaoyao sect boy look down on us like this? He really doesn't take Shaolin seriously!" After hearing what Lu Hanjiang had done, someone in the palace immediately made angry noises.
Abbot Lingkong's lowered eyes were as usual. He just stared at the door of the hall calmly, waiting for the arrival of the Xiaoyao Sect as before.
When the others saw that the abbot was unmoved, a monk immediately said angrily: "Senior brother Lingkong, this Xiaoyao sect Yue Lifeng is colluding with that person even if he is not safe, so why don't we let our junior brother go and meet him first!"
As the saying goes, when entering a temple to worship Buddha, you must first enter the mountain gate. Shaolin is a Buddhist temple and everyone can enter the gate. However, Shaolin is also a martial arts sect. The abbot and abbot Lingkong is not accessible to everyone.
The monk's meaning was very obvious. Yue Lifeng looked down on their Shaolin family and insulted them, but they still asked the abbot to greet him here. Isn't this a condescension?
Unfortunately, before this man could leave the main hall, he was stopped by Abbot Lingkong.
"sit down."
Abbot Lingkong said calmly: "Guests come from far away, and we can't lose our etiquette."
Although the abbot was not strict, his prestige in the temple was extraordinary. The monk gritted his teeth and struggled for a moment, then seemed to have lost all strength and sat back down in despair.
The main hall became quiet again. After all the incense on the table was burned out three times, the sound of women playing around was finally heard outside the door.
Lu Hanjiang and others, who had been sightseeing all the way, finally arrived in front of the Main Hall, accompanied by Cui Yixiao, the Deputy Qianhu of the Imperial Guard, and seven hundred households.
"Abbot Lingkong, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you?" Lu Hanjiang came forward, hugged his fists, and spoke cordially, as if the humiliation just outside the mountain gate was not his fault.
"The poor old monk is not as good as the young hero Yue Shaoxia."
Abbot Lingkong and several elders stood up from the futon. He looked at Lu Hanjiang with his old eyes and asked, "Young Master Yue and all of you have come all the way here. Why?"
"There are a lot of disturbances in the rivers and lakes, which is very annoying to the adults of Jinyiwei. However, there is no need to worry, abbot. My son's trip is not for this matter."
Lu Hanjiang's words made these Shaolin monks a little surprised. They thought that he came with the Jin Yiwei to punish the chaos. At worst, it was just an excuse, but it turned out not to be the case.
"Amitabha, please speak clearly, young hero." Abbot Lingkong said slowly.
Lu Hanjiang smiled slightly and stepped aside to make way for the road. Caiwei from behind slowly stepped forward. The monks were surprised to find that today's protagonist was not this Xiaoyao sect disciple?
The clothes on Caiwei's body have obvious Miao colors, and on top of that, she declares her family status: "Caiwei of the Lingyue Clan, I have met the seniors of Southern Shaolin."
Abbot Lingkong knew the identity of the other party almost immediately. He was surprised and said: "Could the donor be Your Excellency the Holy Lady of Miaojiang?"
Caiwei nodded slightly, Lingkong's eyes became more serious, and he said: "The poor monk was very worried after learning about the tragedy of the Lingyue clan. I wonder what the situation of the Lingyue clan is now?"
Caiwei lowered her head sadly: "No one in the Lingyue clan was spared except Caiwei."
After hearing about the disaster, all the eminent monks present showed sad expressions. Abbot Lingkong sighed: "Amitabha, back then the great elder of Miao land had a close relationship with the poor monk. I never thought that after the death of our old friend, not even his clan would be affected."
It’s such a disaster.”
Monk Lingkong sighed sadly, and then said: "In the past, Great Elder Lingyue was somewhat kind to our Southern Shaolin. Now that Your Excellency the Holy Lady is here, if you have any difficulties, you can just ask."
These words made Lu Hanjiang a little surprised. He didn't expect that the great elder was really powerful. Not only Bei Mingzi, but also all the big shots in the world seemed to have some friendship with her.
What Abbot Lingkong said was not polite. He said such words as the abbot of Southern Shaolin. Even if Caiwei opened his mouth, the other party would just grit his teeth and admit it. After all, the words had been spoken and it was a matter of face. There was no way to retreat.
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However, Caiwei is an honest person. She did not use this as an excuse to make it difficult for Shaolin, but directly asked her doubts.
After Abbot Lingkong listened, he was silent for a long time and then said: "The poor monk may recognize the person mentioned by the Holy Lady."
This statement made both Lu Hanjiang and Cai Wei shine, and the latter hurriedly said: "Please let the abbot inform you!"
Unexpectedly, Abbot Lingkong shook his head: "This person's martial arts skills are extremely high. If Your Excellency the Holy Lady wants to seek revenge on him, I'm afraid she is powerless."
Even the abbot of Southern Shaolin could say that his martial arts skills are extremely high. I am afraid that Taoist's ability is far beyond Caiwei's expectations.
But Caiwei did not give up because of this. She persisted and said: "Please remember the past friendship and tell Caiwei the origin of this person's name!"
Abbot Lingkong sighed slightly. He clasped his hands and chanted Amitabha. After a while, he said again: "The poor monk knows that Your Excellency the Saint has a grudge in her heart and a blood feud among the family. It cannot be resolved with words. Please rest assured. This person's name is
The poor monk will tell you directly."
"Thank you, Abbot." Caiwei breathed a sigh of relief.
"However," Abbot Lingkong suddenly changed the subject. He stared at Caiwei deeply and said, "During this great change in the spiritual moon, although the saint escaped from the disaster, the poor monk watched that the saint has been killed by the bloody evil.
If the evil spirit attacks your heart, your life may be in danger. Please stay in the temple for a while and wait for the poor monk to wash away this evil spirit for you before you seek revenge."
These words shocked everyone in the audience, and Lu Hanjiang even whistled carelessly. Did Abbot Lingkong mean by saying this, did he want to keep Caiwei?