As soon as Abbot Lingkong said these words, not to mention everyone on the Jin Yiwei side looked surprised, even the several eminent monks present in Southern Shaolin were surprised.
The abbot had not made any hints or plans beforehand, and this time he proposed to keep the person, which was completely beyond everyone's expectations.
After being stunned for a short time, Caiwei immediately declined and said, "Caiwei thanks the abbot for his kindness, but Caiwei has important things to attend to and has no time to stay in the temple."
Abbot Lingkong's eyes were solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency, the Holy Lady, is now filled with evil spirits and seems to be possessed by a demon. If you don't take care of yourself earlier, I'm afraid that it will be difficult to recover by then, and your life will be in vain."
As soon as these words came out, Lu Hanjiang couldn't help laughing. He said playfully: "Old abbot, your excuse is too bad. Miss Caiwei is kind-hearted and sincere. You are so bloody." Sha, he is possessed by a demon, who are you trying to fool?"
Although Lu Hanjiang's words were harsh, they were true. Caiwei was a rare person in the world who had both strong martial arts skills and a pure heart.
Even the hatred of genocide could not make this saint break her principles, which shows how strong her will is.
At this moment, Abbot Lingkong said that Caiwei was covered in blood and was in danger of becoming a demon. This was pure nonsense. Lu Hanjiang didn't see any signs of it anyway.
Abbot Lingkong looked at Caiwei and said sincerely: "Your Majesty the Holy Lady, I can use Shaolin's century-old reputation as a guarantee. You don't need to pay anything. I just hope that you can stay calmly in our temple for three to five days."
These words were a bit serious. Making such a promise as the abbot, even Lu Hanjiang couldn't guess what the old monk was thinking.
Caiwei was also a little surprised. Now she no longer doubted the abbot's sincerity, but she finally rejected the other party's kindness, because as she said, as a saint, the matters of the Lingyue Clan are more important than anything else, and she could not possibly be there Stay here.
Sighing, Caiwei bowed to the abbot again, and said, "It's really hard for Caiwei to accept the abbot's wishes. Please tell me the Taoist's name. I'll leave now."
Abbot Lingkong's eyes were complicated. He tried his best to retain him, and even threw out a secret as a bargaining chip: "Your Majesty the Holy Lady, that Taoist is a master of the Xiaoyao Sect, named Taixuan. This person attacked and killed the Lingyue clan for no other reason than To take your life."
These words made Caiwei frown, and she said angrily: "Since he came for Caiwei, why did he attack hundreds of innocent people in Lingyue!"
Abbot Lingkong's dark eyes fell on Cai Wei, and he said in an incomprehensible tone: "It's not because you are angry, but because you are a saint of the Lingyue tribe, and he only wants to completely eradicate the inheritance of the saint of Miaojiang. "
Abbot Lingkong's words made Lu Hanjiang think deeply. If this guy named Taixuan wanted to kill the "Miao Border Saint", then he would slaughter everyone in the Lingyue clan, even the infant babies. The behavior is explained.
There are countless Miao ethnic groups, and each ethnic group is led by an elder of the tribe. Above this, there are two positions, namely the saint and the great elder.
The saint is the symbol of the Miao territory, and the great elder is responsible for governing the hundreds of ethnic groups. But the special thing is that the great elder is jointly elected by the hundreds of ethnic groups, so every ethnic group has a chance.
However, the situation of the saint is completely different. Since ancient times, the Miao Lingyue clan has been responsible for selecting and inheriting the saint. This is because the secret method of Wu Yue rotation that the saint must practice is the secret of the Lingyue clan.
Not only can saints practice this secret method, but the prerequisite for practicing the secret method is that they must be members of the Lingyue tribe.
It's not that the Lingyue clan is exclusive, but according to Caiwei, this secret method is extremely special. Although they are all people of the Miao border, other clans cannot practice it at all.
Therefore, if Taixuan intends to completely cut off the inheritance of the Saint, killing all the Lingyue clan is the best choice.
It's a pity that the Taoist priest missed the plan after all. Saint Caiwei, the most important figure of the Lingyue clan, escaped the disaster and survived because of the Holy Spirit Gu.
Caiwei was shocked by what Abbot Lingkong said. She asked in confusion: "Then what grudge does Taixuan Taoist have against me and the Lingyue clan? Why do we have to kill the 'saint'?"
"No injustice, no enmity."
Abbot Lingkong sighed: "Tai Xuan has long been freed from the shackles of the world. He has no desire, no thoughts, no ruthlessness and no love. He was born to practice Taoism and exists for the Tao. Lingyue's difficulties are actually nothing unreasonable. He has done this cruelty just for the sake of Taoism." Go with the flow.”
These ridiculous remarks made Lu Hanjiang couldn't help but clap his hands and congratulate him: "As expected of the abbot of Shaolin, what Abbot Lingkong said is really the most ridiculous thing in the world, the most ridiculous thing in the world. When did he actually kill people?" It can also be called going with the will of heaven.”
He glanced at the Jin Yiwei behind him strangely, and everyone laughed out loud. Cui Yixiao even said sarcastically: "Hey, Mr. Yue, I think what this old monk said is actually reasonable. For example, our Jin Yiwei kills people, isn't this the case? Are you going with the flow?"
Cui Yi's joke fell, and everyone burst into laughter again.
However, people like Lu Hanjiang were happy, but Caiwei, who was involved, strongly disagreed with this. Her tone was a bit harsh and she said: "Abbott, I wonder what kind of crimes my Lingyue clan has committed, do we deserve to be slaughtered by that Taoist priest?"
Abbot Lingkong's eyes flashed with a hint of unbearability, and he said: "The poor monk has just said this, and I also ask Your Majesty the Holy Lady to give me some thin noodles in Shaolin and stay here temporarily while you go to find Taixuan. Alas, there is only one way to die." "
Caiwei frowned. Abbot Lingkong's words were ambiguous. Not only did they fail to solve her problem, but they added a lot of doubts to her.
However, Caiwei has a good temper and will not speak harshly, but Lu Hanjiang is different. He has long been tired of hearing the pretentious mysteries of these monks and Taoists. Now that he saw Abbot Lingkong being silent, he immediately spoke out. interrupted.
"The abbot is willing to tell you the name of the Taoist priest. We accept this favor. As for your alarmist talk, please forgive me and other ordinary people for not understanding your profound mysteries." After Lu Hanjiang said this, he waved his hand to indicate. Everyone is about to leave.
"Amitabha."
Abbot Lingkong's tone contained a deep sigh. He clasped his hands together, and his lowered eyes seemed to have seen all the vicissitudes of life. From the deep cave, a beam of obscure light came out, twisting and dark.
"Your Majesty the Holy Lady, you know that even though the Lingyue Clan is destroyed, you are not a carefree person. If you insist on embarking on this path of no return, you will be asking thousands of people to die."
Abbot Lingkong's words were astonishing. He stepped out slowly, and the air in the entire Mahavira Palace changed its direction. Under his old body, it seemed as if a beast was sleeping, and the skills accumulated over decades were slowly awakening.
The skinny arms were like dead trees in spring, and strong vitality flowed through the surging meridians, just like the Yangtze River. Abbot Lingkong's restrained Qi burst out, causing the entire Grand Palace to tremble.
Lu Hanjiang quietly squinted his eyes. He discovered that it was rumored in the world that Abbot Lingkong and the master of Southern Shaolin were both injured by thieves. It was definitely spreading rumors. At least in his opinion, the old monk was not injured at all, and his physical condition was still good. Scary good.
"The poor monk implores Your Majesty the Holy Lady to stay in our temple for the sake of all people in the world."
Abbot Lingkong finished speaking, and slowly stretched out his right hand. The true energy turned into a golden stream of light, reflecting the giant Buddha with downturned eyes in the center of the palace. The Buddha's voice melodiously circled the beams, and the scriptures rose in the sky. The light seemed to be shining for thousands of feet, and Amitabha was like Immortals come to the world.
(End of chapter)
