The saying that a person depends on his clothes may be a little inaccurate. At least for some people, the appearance is nothing but illusion. One moment he is a devil who does all kinds of evil, and the next moment he can be a saint who saves all sentient beings.
Abbot Lingxu was like this. His change, from a sloppy drunkard to a spotless monk in the blink of an eye, not only made the two girls subconsciously become cautious, but also made Lu Hanjiang feel a little surprised.
Being able to be the abbot of Northern Shaolin is naturally impossible if Lingxu does not have two brushes. This is not reflected in his strength in martial arts, but in his ability to change his temperament freely.
The real and the fake seemed to be blurred together. Just now, Lu Hanjiang saw that Lingxu was drunk, sloppy, and full of nonsense, but he didn't even think that he was acting, as if this person should be like this.
But now, Lingxu has transformed into the abbot and eminent monk. His aura of being spotless and empty of all elements emerges spontaneously, making it impossible for people to regard him and the drunkard just now as the same person.
But the best part is that even though he has become a senior monk now, Lu Hanjiang closes his eyes and recalls the drunkard just now, and still does not feel that the other party is acting, as if everything is natural and has always been true.
He was the drunkard, he was the eminent monk, he was the one who wandered among the flowers and sneered at the Shaolin precepts, and now it is he who is dignified and majestic and transcends the mortal world.
"Old monk, what kind of kungfu are you doing?" Lu Hanjiang asked with interest.
Lingxu lowered his eyebrows and smiled: "Image comes from the heart, starts from emptiness, and ends from emptiness. I am who I am."
"Stingy," Lu Hanjiang complained, then cleared his throat and continued: "You just said you wanted to make a deal through me. This seems quite interesting. You might as well talk about it and listen to it."
Monk Lingxu looked at Lu Hanjiang and asked, "Donor, can you tell me your name?"
Lu Hanjiang picked up the tea on the table and took a sip. After a while, he said calmly: "Your surname is Qiao and your family has white eyebrows. I wonder if the abbot is satisfied?"
"It turns out he is Luo Fuzi's disciple."
Monk Lingxu was both unexpectedly surprised and imaginatively surprised by Lu Hanjiang's admitted identity. After thinking about it for a while, he said, "Since I am a disciple of the Confucian sect, I can rest assured."
Hearing what Abbot Lingxu said, Lu Hanjiang couldn't help but wonder: "Is it possible that the abbot also has a relationship with the teacher?"
"Nothing."
Old monk Lingxu shook his head and said frankly: "But I also know a little bit about the reputation of Mr. Baimei, my master. I heard that one of his disciples joined the Jinyi Guard in his early years."
"Oh, that's my brother," Lu Hanjiang squinted and said calmly: "Abbott, I'm humble. The way you say this is really annoying. Please don't be too pretentious. If you want to do any deal with me, just speak up.
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"Wu's current experience is shocking. Shaolin wants to survive, so naturally it cannot follow their old path."
Monk Lingxu said in an astonishing way: "I would also like to ask the donor to convey these words to me. Shaolin is willing to surrender. I just want to find another way to live."
"...Abbott, why should you belittle yourself? Shaolin has been passed down to this day and has its own heritage. If you lower your head like this, you may be suspected of deception." Lu Hanjiang did not immediately respond to this question. Now he can't understand Lingxu.
the meaning of.
Lingxu said calmly: "I am the abbot of Northern Shaolin. He should have thought deeply about the future of Northern Shaolin. If the benefactor has any doubts, you may wish to inform the Jin Yiwei about this. If you sirs want to come in person, I will sweep the couch to welcome you."
"I will forward the abbot's words to the higher-ups. As for how to reply, it depends on your views." When something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Lu Hanjiang thought for a while and did not accept Northern Shaolin's surrender without warning.
The sounds outside were getting closer and closer, Lu Hanjiang stopped staying, and took the two girls with him to leave. When he was leaving the bamboo house, he suddenly remembered another thing, stopped and asked, "I wonder if this 'tyrant sword'
Has the abbot ever heard of the name King Kong?"
Monk Lingxu lowered his eyes and frowned: "Junior brother Lingcheng from Lotus Temple is a well-known Buddhist master. I have a relationship with him, so I naturally know."
Lu Hanjiang looked outside the house. He could already see the figure of the monk in the temple carrying a stick in the distance. He craned his neck to look at it and said without looking back: "I heard from Abbot Lingyi that there is a Buddhist scripture in your temple.
There is the Blood Demon Sword Technique of Demon Sword King Li Guishou, is this true?"
Old monk Lingxu lowered his head, remained silent for a long time, and then replied: "Junior Brother Lingyi remembered it wrong. How could there be magic power of the King of Swords left in the pure land of Buddhism?"
"Yeah?"
Lu Hanjiang left the bamboo house with the two girls without comment, and soon disappeared at the end of the bamboo forest.
After a while, an old monk with a white beard walked into the room. He was dressed in gray monk robes and was dressed the same as the outer disciple, but he sat down opposite Monk Lingxu.
"Senior brother."
Monk Lingxu looked at this man and said, "Maybe you can see something from him?"
The old monk looked sad. After hearing this, he was silent for a long time and then shook his head: "I can't see clearly. This person just called himself a disciple of Baimei. Can I believe it?"
"I don't believe it." Monk Lingxu replied without thinking.
The old monk's face became increasingly bitter. He recited Amitabha and then said, "If you don't believe him, then he won't believe you either. It's a pity."
Monk Lingxu closed his eyes and sighed: "Perhaps there is only one way to explore with martial arts."
"Tai Xuan wants to use my Shaolin sword as a sword. Junior brother, please don't fall into his plan of using the sword to kill people." The old monk advised.
"Junior brother understands," Monk Lingxu opened his eyes slightly: "It's just that although what Taixuan said is shocking, but if you think about it carefully, it is not completely impossible for Commander Lu to be a disciple of Xiaoyao Sect and walk around the world under the alias of Xiaoyao Sect.
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Taixuan told them a lot of information, most of which was centered on Yue Lifeng, a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, and spread out to the surroundings, like a spider web.
But this network is too big. How can a mere imposter have such power? Taiyi's death hooked the Jin Yiwei, and Taiwei's death allowed them to determine the location of the extraterrestrial spiritual beings.
It was supposed to be Taixuan's death, but it was changed and the situation was changed, causing Wudang to suffer a disaster. Now it seems that the existence of this Xiaoyao sect Yue Lifeng is really too weird.
Monk Lingxu wanted to test him, but he still couldn't see through his depth. He only had one chance, and if he made a mistake, he would be doomed.
Monk Lingxu was deeply confused as to whether Yue Lifeng was Lu Hanjiang or not. Even his senior brother could not decide for him.
"In any case, the opportunity has been lost, junior brother, wait until next time." the old monk said.
"...just listen to your senior brother."
After Monk Lingxu agreed, the noise outside had already spread into the bamboo forest, and Monk Lingjing hurriedly rushed in: "Abbott, it's not good!"
"Xiaoyao Sect Yue Lifeng was drinking tea here just now, but now he has left, so everyone doesn't have to look for it anymore."
Monk Lingjing was stunned by the words of Lingxu and Huanshushu, but soon he said eagerly: "Abbott, it's not the Xiaoyao sect! It's those foreign evil monks who are here again! The Demon Suppression Tower has been lost! The demonic witch has already