Realizing this, Tang Xuanming chuckled lightly and said, "Just go and report it."
There was a calmness in his voice, which made people feel like they were taking a breath of spring breeze.
The anger and annoyance in Zhike Monk's heart disappeared for a while, and he had infinite trust in the person in front of him. He recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, and without asking any questions after that, he naturally followed Tang Xuanming's instructions.
Tang Xuanming had already used some spiritual methods to directly persuade physically.
With his current identity and status, it would be too ridiculous and funny to argue with a Zhike monk.
Martial arts cultivation is not just for eating.
He Qihe and Chonghe also looked calm, without any disturbance.
After a cup of tea, an old monk at the exterior level hurriedly came over. When he saw Chong He waiting at the bottom of the mountain, He Qi was stunned and his face suddenly became solemn.
He recognized the Dharmakaya boss who was famous all over the world at a glance. Even if he was not sure, the unfathomable aura of power would make him face up to this matter every minute.
"Let's talk about it when we go to the mountain!"
When Chong He spoke, the old monk nodded, bowed to Chong He and He Qi, and then took the initiative to lead the way.
"So, Abbot Kongwen..."
After hearing Tang Xuanming and others explain their purpose of coming, a group of old monks in Shaolin Temple looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes.
Even though Chong and He Qi are both top-notch experts, they both don't believe it.
But with the background of these two Dharmakaya-level figures, there is no need to attack the Shaolin Temple like this.
"The abbot's soul lamp is still bright and peaceful, with no traces of injury or death. There is no way for Dharmakaya characters to disguise this."
Xuanbei spoke. As the disciple of Abbot Kongwen, he had a high ranking in the Shaolin Temple. He also had the opportunity to speak at this moment, even though there were many old monks in the Shaolin Temple.
"I have made speculations in this regard."
Being questioned and not angry at all, this is what should be done. If He Qi suddenly went to Chunyang Sect and said that he was a member of the Demon Sect in disguise, it would be the fault of everyone in Chunyang Sect if they didn't explode.
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"Abbot Kong Wen's Dragon-Subduing Golden Body is not under Pindao. It cannot die easily. It is more likely that it was sealed. The top priority now is to find the location of the seal."
"seal?"
"The abbot has been sealed?"
"This is the only way to explain it. The magician Han Guang has a plot against Shaolin. Of course he will not let the abbot die and the soul lamp go out, so he will be exposed."
"But you can't believe that the abbot has really been replaced just because of the words of the two seniors."
There are still people in Shaolin who firmly do not want to believe that the abbot has been replaced, especially by someone from the Demon Sect.
What if He Qihe Chonghe suppressed the abbot and then came to Shaolin Temple to plot the top magical skills of Shaolin Temple?
The probability of this is very small, but many Shaolin monks still have such thoughts in their minds, which are difficult to eliminate and linger.
Normally, the Shaolin monks would not have such thoughts in their minds, but the magician Han Guang has been in Shaolin for many years and has made huge changes to Shaolin. Many monks have evil thoughts in their hearts, which is almost paranoid.
"Why don't we just wait here for one day, and if we hear that the abbot is out, if Han Guang is not pretending, we should come back within one day, no matter where we are in the world."
"this……"
A group of Shaolin monks looked at each other, unable to make a decision.
Chong He and He Qi are both top figures among Dharmakaya, especially Chong He, who ranks second on the Heavenly Ranking, one place higher than Abbot Kongwen.
I don't know whether it is good or bad for such a person to stay in Shaolin.
If he has an agenda against Shaolin, he can do it under everyone's eyes.
Chonghe made this suggestion essentially for the good of Shaolin. If during the time of Abbot Kongwen, the Shaolin monks would have doubts in their hearts, but they would never be so hesitant.
I thought I would have agreed on the spot, but now, seeing the hesitation on the faces of a group of monks, I rushed out and sighed: "The body is like a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror stand. Always brush it diligently to avoid causing dust."
He himself is a top figure in Taoism, and he also understands the Buddhist practice methods. The behavior of all living beings present has been very obvious. Chong He can see the demon seeds in the hearts of many monks at a glance.
But even so, he couldn't change it.
To the Shaolin Temple, he himself was an outsider. Even though many things were clearly lice on the monk's head, he had no way to deal with this group of people.
Especially since he is still a representative figure of Taoism, he is completely unable to take action at this moment, making the situation a bit awkward for a moment.
Xuanbei was a little hesitant and had difficulty making a decision.
Seeing such a scene, Tang Xuanming chuckled.
He took out the half-withered and half-grown bodhi tree on his back and stood it in front of him, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.
When Tang Xuanming first came here, many monks were poking around to check.
Their Buddhist teachings are quite profound. The aura of the Tathagata's Palm, the unique Buddhist Zen charm of the half-dry and half-glory bodhi tree, and the vague and subtle Buddhist principles have already made them unable to hold back.
If what Chong He and He Qi hadn't said was so shocking, they would have asked Tang Xuanming long ago.
At this time, seeing Tang Xuanming approaching, an old monk couldn't help but asked: "May I ask if this is the general outline of the Tathagata God's Palm that the abbot wants to bring back when he goes to the Western Regions?"
The ears of the group of monks stood up, waiting for Tang Xuanming's answer.
Being looked at with concern by a group of bald heads that reflected light in the sun, like big light bulbs, Tang Xuanming almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Trying to suppress his inner smile, he said seriously: "That's right."
Gulu!
He seemed to hear the sound of a group of monks swallowing their saliva.
It's like placing a peerless beauty in front of a pervert, or placing a jar of top-notch Maotai in front of a drunkard. A group of desireless monks are breathing fire with their eyes, wishing they could eat the ancient Bodhi tree alive.
The leading old monk, whose beard and eyebrows almost dropped to the ground, couldn't help but reach out his hand, wanting to touch this legendary Buddhist supreme mind.
brush!
But he saw the ancient Bodhi tree retreating so fast that he couldn't help but take two steps forward.
It wasn't until he met Tang Xuanming's eyes that looked like a smile but not a smile that he stopped talking. He touched his bald head with a little embarrassment. An awkward but polite smile appeared on his face, and his big white teeth shone in the sun.
"Amitabha, this poor monk is rude."
"Who is the donor?"
"People in the world give me the nickname "Reincarnated Buddha", but I think you are more kind, so just call me "Buddha", which makes you appear closer."
The embarrassed smile on the old monk's face froze for a moment, and all the monks present looked a little bad.