Chapter 47: I don't know if I can read it through the library of your scriptures?
"Everyone, what do you think about this matter?"
In the abbot's Zen room of Shaolin Temple, the Prajna Hall, Arhat Hall, Bodhidharma Hall and other halls and courtyards gathered together in one room. At this time, the abbot of Shaolin, Master Fangzheng, held a letter of greeting in his hand and looked very serious.
"Abbott, this person has just destroyed the Songshan Sect, and he sent a greeting card right after. This is a bad person!" The head of Bodhidharma Academy had a sad look on his face.
He is a very popular figure in the imperial court!"
"In the past, the imperial court did not pay much attention to the Jianghu forces, but now it seems that the new emperor has ascended the throne. This is because he is dissatisfied with the current Jianghu forces and wants to use the help of Governor Lin to rectify it!"
"Yes, if we don't get it right this time and the other party gets caught, our Shaolin Temple will probably face the biggest disaster in the past hundred years!"
"What are you afraid of? When the soldiers come, we will cover up the water and the earth. Our Shaolin is not a small sect with little foundation like the Songshan Sect. If there is a real fight, Lin Nuo's three thousand guards in brocade robes may not be able to get a good deal!" The head of Luohan Hall has a bit of a temper.
Impatient, very dissatisfied with the pessimistic views of the other leaders.
"Okay, there's no need to argue!" Master Fang Zheng waved his hand, "Although Lin Nuo is powerful, our Shaolin is a well-known and decent sect recognized by the court after all. He can't do anything to us without a suitable reason!"
"Besides, this is not necessarily a bad thing for us in Shaolin!"
"Nowadays, our Shaolin is not taken seriously by the imperial court, and there is even a hint of suppression. Compared with Wudang, our status is very embarrassing. If we can establish a good relationship with the imperial envoy who patrols the place on behalf of the emperor this time, we will be able to have many achievements in the imperial court in the future.
Got a backer!"
"Everyone go down and get ready. Open the mountain gate and prepare to welcome Governor Lin's arrival!"
Now that the abbot had made his decision, the other leaders stopped talking. They stood up and bowed before leaving in a hurry.
Early the next morning, three thousand elite Jinyi guards were deployed at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain. The extremely conspicuous Jinyi robes and the crossbows behind them were like a bottomless black abyss, giving people a feeling of extreme panic.
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But now, Master Fang Zheng, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, stands on the high platform of the sect, looking at the three thousand elite troops, with a hint of fear in his expression.
As the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, Fang Zheng practiced the Yi Jin Jing intensively, and his cultivation level was unfathomable. However, even so, facing an elite army with an organized system, and an army equipped with strong bows, no one dares to say for sure unless he is innate.
Can survive.
In the mountain road, the sound of gongs and drums suddenly sounded. Lin Nuo, surrounded by the magistrate of Dengfeng and others, walked into the Shaolin territory leisurely with the honor guard of the imperial envoy.
Especially today, some of the younger monks, carrying the great power of destroying the Songshan Sect, felt a pressure that made their hearts palpitate before they even approached the gate of the Shaolin Temple.
This kind of invisible pressure is invisible and intangible. It is a kind of coercion formed by the combination of martial arts experts and superiors. For ordinary people, under this kind of pressure, they cannot even think of resisting.
"Amitabha, poor monk Fang Zheng, respectfully welcome the imperial envoy!"
The door of the temple was opened, and Master Fang Zheng, who had a kind-hearted and peaceful face, walked out with a group of eminent monks. He clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and looked at Lin Nuo with eyes full of goodwill.
"Master, you're welcome. Lin came here uninvited this time, but I'm bothering you all!" He held out his hand to avoid hitting the smiling man. Lin Nuo had no intention of breaking out until he found a suitable reason to touch Shaolin.
"Your Majesty the Imperial Envoy is joking. It's our honor for you to come to our temple. Why bother?" As he spoke, Fang Zheng stretched out his hand and said, "Your Majesty the Imperial Envoy, please come inside!"
When they met for the first time, the Shaolin monks had a pretty good impression of Lin Nuo.
After all, this Grand Governor was born as a first-class Jinshi. Although due to some special reasons, he was a military attache and served as the commander of the Royal Guards, he did not have the arrogant and domineering attitude of ordinary warriors at all. Instead, he gave people a polite and courteous attitude.
Feel.
Along the way, Lin Nuo and Fang Zheng chatted happily. Whether it was Buddhism or today's philosophy of governing the country, the two of them could talk at length for a long time, and they felt as if they had met too late.
"The master's Buddhist teachings are profound, and I didn't expect that he is quite talented in governing the country. If he returns to secular life, he will definitely become a famous minister throughout the ages!"
"Your Majesty, the imperial envoy, is wrong. When it comes to Buddhism, you are not inferior to the poor monk. If you were born in our Shaolin Temple, I am afraid that the position of abbot will be given to the poor monk!"
The two of them exchanged greetings with half praise and half testing, and then visited some historical sites in the Shaolin Temple. Lin Nuo no longer beat around the bush, but directly stated the purpose of his visit.
"Master Fangzheng, I heard that Shaolin Temple is the leader of righteousness in the world. There are countless martial arts secrets in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. I wonder if Mr. Lin is lucky enough to enter the pavilion to take a look?"
Fang Zheng was stunned when he heard this, his eyes swept over the heads of the group without leaving a trace, and then a more modest smile appeared on his generous face.
"Since the Imperial Envoy has this intention, the poor monk dare not refuse, so please come with me, Sir!"
If it were other people in the world who dared to say the words of going to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to read, a group of monks from the Luohan Hall would have rushed up and beaten them into small cakes.
But now facing Lin Nuo, a first-level official who was ordered to inspect the place, all the eminent monks in Shaolin Temple acted as if they didn't hear anything and allowed Fang Zheng to lead him to the Sutra Pavilion.
In the past, in the eyes of Jianghu people, Jianghu was Jianghu, and the imperial court was imperial court. The two had nothing to do with each other.
But since Lin Nuo's army effortlessly wiped out the Songshan Sect a few days ago, even the Shaolin monks with their aloof attitude are now re-examining the relationship between their sect and the imperial court.
As a result, it was very sad to find that although the Shaolin Temple was known as the leader of righteousness in the world, in the eyes of the imperial court, it was not worth mentioning at all. Apart from anything else, the three thousand elite Jinyi guards in Lin Nuo's hands were not something they could compete with.
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It was precisely because he had figured this out that when Lin Nuo proposed to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to read it, no one from the abbot to the ordinary monks expressed objections.
Anyway, this is not the first time that the secrets of their Shaolin Temple have been leaked, and it is not too many more times. Moreover, the other party is a member of the imperial court and not a member of the world, so there is no need to worry that the secrets will fall into the hands of other sects.