"Old monk, why do you think you, the majestic abbot of Northern Shaolin, live in such a place?"
Lu Hanjiang looked around at this bamboo house. Nothing about it seemed aloof or noble, but it was simple, vulgar, and boring. Even an ordinary word would be regarded as a compliment.
"One mouth is enough for chanting sutras, and one person is enough for cultivating Buddhism. What's the use of having such a beautiful house." The old monk leaned lazily on the soft couch, holding the wine bottle with drunken eyes and laughing.
Lu Hanjiang also thought this was reasonable, so he pointed backwards at the countless treasures and asked, "In that case, old monk, why do you still keep these things?"
"The boy is speaking easily. As the old saying goes, I don't feel bad for selling my father's land. They are all things left by the predecessors. You can't call the old monk a prodigal son." Monk Lingxu said helplessly.
"Indeed, if you dare to sell it, it depends on who is brave enough to accept it," Lu Hanjiang nodded, looked at Lingxu and said: "So, you, the abbot of Northern Shaolin, who has been mysterious in these years, turned out to be here to break the law." Are you drunk and dreaming in the house?"
"That's not the case. The temple is poor and the old monk can't stay here. Did you know there is a Drunken Immortal Tower here? There are girls with beautiful faces, thin horses from Yangzhou, beauties from the Western Regions. You can find them all. Tsk, is there a tea monster? It’s delicious, why don’t we change places to chat?”
The old monk was worthy of being the abbot of Northern Shaolin. His words were truly earth-shattering. Shangluo was stunned, and Yongle's face turned red after he realized what he said.
This is no Shaolin eminent monk. He is a gangster and a drunkard. Even the dandies in the capital are not as dissolute as him.
Lu Hanjiang smacked his lips, and without leaving a trace, he stretched out his hand to catch Yongle's mischievous claw on his lower back, and then said to Lingxu: "It seems that these Shaolin commandments are just a piece of waste paper to you. This abbot is really interesting. .”
Regardless of whether it was sarcasm or something else, Old Monk Lingxu took it as a compliment, but it was annoying to hear him talk about this commandment all the time.
So I heard him impatiently say: "Okay, old monk, none of the monks have taken the Laoshizi precepts seriously. It's really pointless for you to mention it again and again. There are so many crazy people in the Xiaoyao sect, how can you teach such a person like you?" Here come the well-behaved aliens.”
Lu Hanjiang shrugged: "Maybe it's because I'm gifted?"
"Pull him down," the old monk Lingxu said scornfully: "I'll give you three points of color. I really plan to open a dyeing workshop. It's quite interesting that you have been using the identity of a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect for these days."
As soon as these words came out, there was a momentary silence in the air in the bamboo house. Lu Hanjiang said with interest: "What the abbot said is quite mysterious. Do you suspect that there is something wrong with my identity as a Xiaoyao sect?"
Lingxu glanced away, the alcohol dissipated a little, and his eyes were rare and serious as he said: "There are many loopholes. It's a bit harsh to say that. After all, you learned your martial arts from the Xiaoyao sect, and you also have the magic weapon secrets, and your background is linked to It’s hard to find loopholes in Bei Mingzi’s name, so it seems like others can’t really find anything wrong.”
"So, the abbot is so sure that I am a fake. What went wrong?" Lu Hanjiang said in a gentle tone, as if he was humbly asking for advice.
Monk Lingxu laughed loudly: "Boy, you think too much. The old monk is also a mortal with naked eyes. Lingkong, Qiyunzi, the old beggar, and the old witch in Miaojiang were all frightened by you. , how can the old monk be an exception?"
After the old monk Lingxu laughed, he said in a leisurely tone: "Everyone in the world thinks that the more mysterious the puzzles in the world are, the more complicated and wonderful the solutions will be. But this is not the case. Can't we leave this excellent mystery behind? The next mediocre answer?”
Lu Hanjiang paused for a moment and smiled without saying a word. After Monk Lingxu laughed, his last words revealed the truth: "It was Taixuan who told the old monk."
Lu Hanjiang's eyes flashed with understanding, he touched his chin and thought: "I didn't expect this. Although I suddenly heard that there are still masters from Xiaoyao Sect still alive, I also thought about the issue of identity exposure, but he never mentioned it. I thought he couldn’t be sure either.”
Shaking his head and sighing, Lu Hanjiang said again: "It seems that there is no need to be lucky."
Although he missed the move, there was no look of disappointment on Lu Hanjiang's face. This level of identity was dispensable to him. It would be best if he could continue to use it. If he couldn't use it anymore, it wouldn't be a big problem.
Finally, Lu Hanjiang asked curiously: "Only Taixuan knows about this?"
"Tai Xuan knows, Tai Yi and Tai Wei naturally know too."
Monk Lingxu took a sip of the wine and said drunkenly: "But if you act in the name of a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, it will have no impact on them, so no matter how big a fuss you make, the three of them will not care."
"Oh?" Lu Hanjiang raised his eyebrows: "The master's inheritance has been stolen. Does this still have no impact?"
Monk Lingxu smiled naively and said: "The Tianji Sword has been lost, and the martial arts has also been lost. If they come out to refute the rumors again, it will not be of much use except losing face. Decades ago, Beimingzi's branch lost its inheritance, and the Xiaoyao sect was equal to The whole family is wiped out.”
The old monk took a leisurely sip of wine, threw himself on the table, and said in a dull tone: "None of the three most outstanding figures of the Xiaoyao Sect care about the survival of the sect. Sure enough, the theory of luck It is indeed true. We cannot waste three generations in one generation. The ancients sincerely do not deceive me."
Ignoring the old monk's sentimentality, Lu Hanjiang looked back and looked outside the bamboo forest. The noise in the temple suddenly became louder. It seemed that Monk Lingjing's acupuncture points had been unlocked.
He estimated that he wouldn't be able to find it for a while, so he continued chatting with the old monk Lingxu.
"Old abbot, since you said that Xiaoyao Sect doesn't take it to heart, why did he tell you about it again?" Lu Hanjiang asked.
"Because you're causing too much trouble."
The old monk Lingxu got up from the table and stared at Lu Hanjiang with a pair of drunken eyes, without any energy at all. After a while, the serious expression quickly melted and turned into cynicism.
"The death of the old Taoist priest from Wudang must have something to do with you and the people behind you." Monk Lingxu remained naive, but his tone was sure and sure.
Lu Hanjiang nodded seriously, but showed no intention of acknowledging the matter: "Why do you see it?"
The old monk Lingxu smiled and said: "This world is very big, but it is also very small. Wudang Station is so high that it is natural to fall miserably, but in this world, if anyone is willing to risk his life, he will kill Qi Yunzi." , apart from the Xuantian Sect, I’m afraid there’s only the Jin Yiwei behind you.”
"Why is there still something going on with the Xuantian Sect here?"
Lu Hanjiang laughed and said, "Then if that's the case, how come the abbot knows that it's not the Xuantian Sect behind me?"
"Tai Xuan said it." Monk Lingxu chatted to death with just one sentence.
"Tsk."
Lu Hanjiang clicked his tongue in displeasure. He listened to the noise outside the bamboo forest. After a moment, he said again: "Tai Xuan told the old abbot so many things. Didn't he tell you that the more you know, the greater the trouble?"
This was not a threat, just a normal question.
Abbot Lingxu drank the wine from the pot and let out a belch. He slowly sat up straight, the smell of alcohol on his face dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye. One second he was a sloppy drunkard, but now he was sitting upright, looking like a Buddha. Just as peaceful.
"I admire the path Taixuan takes but don't agree with it. Therefore, I will explain the reason to you this time because I want to make a deal with that person through you."
(End of chapter)
