Although the voice is old, it is peaceful and rich.
I only heard his voice but didn't see him. When the monks were surprised, a shadow passed through the crowd of monks... There was a gap less than a foot wide beside Xuanci, Xuanji, and Xuannan. Skip in front of them.
Several people didn't even touch his clothes, or even noticed it. Seeing such Qinggong, they couldn't help but feel shocked.
The person who came was a thin monk wearing a green robe. When he turned around, everyone saw his appearance.
I saw that this monk was not young. Although his appearance was old, he still had a divine light. The few long and sparse beards on his chin were completely white. He moved very slowly. He seemed weak and weak, and he did not look like he had martial arts at all.
If they hadn't seen his ghostly light kung fu before, no one would have believed that such an old monk could possess martial arts skills.
"I've met the abbot, several masters, Amitabha..."
As soon as the group of monks heard his Buddha's name, they felt that all their anger was gone, their hearts became quiet, and they couldn't help but feel refreshed.
Xuanci and others immediately put their hands together and responded: "Amitabha!"
The old monk paid his respects first, then turned around, looked at Xuanyuan and said, "I haven't seen you for many years, but the Marquis remains as charming as ever. How good, how good!"
Ranran smiled and said: "Old monk, do you know me?"
The old monk said: "Ping Gaoli, the most powerful prince, is the most powerful country in Liao Dynasty. How can I not recognize him?"
Ran Ran looked at him carefully and asked, "Have you seen me before?"
The old monk said: "I have only heard about Mr. Hou's deeds and seen his portrait, but I have never met him once."
After listening to his words, Ran Ran became less interested and just asked lightly: "You came out to protect Shaolin?"
The old monk said: "Amitabha, I only hope that Lord Hou can stop the war with me, Shaolin."
As he spoke, he turned slightly sideways and said to Xuanci: "I have gone too far to redeem the old monk. I sincerely ask the abbot to preside over it and open the door of convenience for Marquis Guan Jue to enter my Shaolin Scripture Pavilion."
When several people saw the old monk's attire, he was a serving monk in the temple, and they all thought: How could he have such martial arts skills? How can one talk about Buddha nature like this?
Hearing the name "Guan Jue Hou" again, the expressions of several eminent monks of the Xuan generation suddenly changed and they looked at each other.
Xuan Ci concealed the look of surprise on his face, then took a step forward and said, "In that case... in that case, we will respectfully invite the Marquis."
"Amitabha!"
…
Just as Xuanyi said, they welcomed him respectfully to the Sutra Pavilion and then left respectfully.
After entering the Sutra Pavilion, he casually browsed through most of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin. At this moment, he was just looking for a few secret books that he had not read before.
Secret books such as the Dazhi Wuding Finger, the Flower Nian Finger, the Duo Luo Ye Finger, the left and right flower piercing hands, the Parami Hand, the Bodhi Knife Technique, and the Nine Figures and Six Seated Figures Body Technique come into view.
He picked it up casually, walked outside the pavilion, and sat down under the shade of a tree.
When Zhong Ling saw him coming out, he asked curiously: "Brother Ren, why do they call you Lord Marquis?"
Xuanyuan did not respond to her. He looked up at the old monk and said with a smile, "The old monk's martial arts are quite good."
The old monk said: "I dare not compare myself with the Marquis."
Seeing that Brother Ren ignored her, Zhong Ling pouted and reached out to grab the lightning ferret on his shoulder. No matter how hard the lightning ferret struggled, it just wouldn't let go.
The old monk sighed softly and said, "Why is Master Hou dissatisfied with me, Shaolin?"
He opened the secret book at will and said calmly: "Monk, do you think I am hostile to Shaolin?"
The old monk sighed again: "The five eminent monks Xuanjing, Xuanmie, Xuangui, Xuanzhi, and Xuannian were completely disabled by the power of the Marquis' palm, not to mention their martial arts. Now they are even more paralyzed. No medicine or stone can cure them. The Marquis took action." It’s really too heavy.”
He said, staring at Ran Ran, and said: "The Marquis has no grudges against the five eminent monks of the Xuan generation, so I guessed that the Marquis is quite dissatisfied with me, Shaolin."
Random chuckled and said: "Does the old monk know why I want to destroy them?"
The old monk shook his head and said: "I don't know how to redeem the old man."
Randomly raised his eyes, stared at him and said: "You don't know why Xiao Yuanshan hid in Shaolin for thirty years? You don't know what Xuanci did back then? Murong Bo also hid in your Shaolin, but the old monk pretended to be deaf and mute for thirty years. .”
The old monk's face remained normal and he asked aloud: "What are the plans of the Marquis?"
Ranran smiled slightly and said: "Just wait for my disciple. When he thinks he can take revenge, I will settle the score with you Shaolin."
The old monk's expression suddenly changed slightly, and he said: "Master Hou wants to take action?"
Randomly stopped looking at him and said calmly: "I'm going to take action, do you also want to stop me?"
The old monk said in a deep voice: "I hope Lord Marquis will think twice."
Ran Yi only said: "I'm afraid you know everything about Xuanci's actions."
The old monk said: "Abbot Xuanci was also deceived back then. He ambushed layman Xiao outside Yanmen Pass for the purpose of protecting the country of the Song Dynasty."
Ran Ran said lightly: "If he really killed the Khitan warriors who came to steal the Shaolin secret book, he certainly did nothing wrong. But he actually harmed Xiao Yuanshan's family and led the Liao Kingdom to send troops. Even if you don't talk about these things, do you think he has offended him? After me, can I still bypass him?"
"Amitabha." The old monk continued: "Now that the matter has come to this, can't the Lord..."
Xuanyuan didn't want to talk to him anymore, and before he finished speaking, he said: "Step back, don't disturb my leisure anymore."
The old monk had no choice but to retreat.
Seeing the gap, Zhong Ling interrupted: "Brother Ren, are you going to deal with the Shaolin Temple?"
The white shadow flashed, and Diaoer also saw a gap and escaped from the hands, and was caught in the hands in a leap.
However, after falling into his hands, the little beast did not struggle, but instead called out "Zhizhi" affectionately... He looked down at the book, teased the mink with one hand, and said: "You have been away from home for too long, haven't you? Miss your mother?"
Zhong Ling said with a mixture of anger and resentment: "You don't want Ling'er to follow you?"
Ranran said with a smile: "Why have you been following me?"
Zhong Ling tilted his head, unable to think of the reason, and suddenly said: "Then Ling'er goes home to see his mother and comes back to you?"
Randomly raised his head and stared at the little girl... Seeing that her childlike little face showed a pitiful look, and her eyes were full of expectation, she couldn't help but nodded.
Zhong Ling turned his anger into joy and stood up.
The little beast on the table had its limbs in the air, being teased and licked by a finger. But when the little girl reached out to grab it, the little beast ran like lightning, passing between her fingers with unusual speed.
Jump on any shoulder again.
Zhong Ling stamped his feet angrily and said, "Young traitor."
"Brother Ren, I'm leaving. You...take good care of Diao'er. Ling'er will come back to you some time later."
He nodded randomly and said, "Remember to let that stupid bird follow you."
Eagle is obviously very smart, but Brother Ren likes to call it a silly bird.
Zhong Ling responded with a smile, turned around and ran out of the pavilion... She had been away from home for too long, and she really missed her mother. With her current martial arts, although she was not a master, anyone who wanted to catch her could Not very easy.
What's more, there are eagles protecting us in the sky.
As soon as Zhong Ling left, the lightning ferret jumped to the right palm of Anyan again, holding his finger with all four limbs, as if he wanted to let the finger play with its belly like before.
