Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 84
"Hmph! Again and again, do you really think that Huashan Mountain is made of mud?"

Huang Lin shouted with a gloomy face:
"Hu Kui!"

"exist!"

Hu Kui bowed immediately.

"Two pieces of news! It is said that there are inns in various places, and they will spread them with all their strength in ten days!"

"First, the obscene begging for children in Buddhist temples in various places and the possession of wanted criminals have been found out in recent years, including 37 temples including Kaifeng Guanghua Temple, Nanyang Dadong Temple, and Beijing Baoguo Temple. After the people sort it out, hide it and report it to the local yamen! I want this matter to spread throughout Daming!"

"Secondly, the Shaolin Temple invaded fertile land, concealed its population, set up monks and soldiers privately, even the Buddha statues were made of fine copper, and even affixed a golden body. They have money, food and soldiers. What do they want? Rebellion!"

After finishing the two messages, Huang Lin turned to Hu Kui and asked:

"These two pieces of news will be disseminated in ten days, and all major inns must have them. Don't just play in our inn, do you understand?"

"understand!"

"Tell the story of "Innate Skill" back to Mount Hua, so that the mountain will be prepared!"

"Yes!"

"In addition, let's spread another message, saying that Huang Bulin, the next in charge of Huashan Mountain, will visit Shaolin in ten days' time!"

"Yes!"

One day later, rumors spread in Henan that Huang Bulin, the youngest master in the world and the descendant of Huashan Mountain, will try Shaolin with his sword!

In the next few days, the news spread to Henan like a hurricane, and the rivers and lakes suddenly boiled.

Many martial arts practitioners rushed towards Mount Song at full speed.

Songshan Mountain is located at the easternmost tip of Henan Prefecture, and further east is the boundary of Kaifeng Prefecture.

There is a county at the foot of the mountain named Dengfeng.

According to legend, Empress Wu Zetian changed her name after ascending Mount Song to enshrine Zen.

Although Dengfeng is only a small county, there are quite a lot of people because of the presence of Shaolin Temple and Songshan School.

There are inns of all sizes all over the city, and one inn also has a branch here.

"Junior Brother Huang, why are you suddenly going to try Shaolin sword?"

In the backyard of the inn, Huang Lin and Yue Buqun were sitting in the courtyard.

"Hehe, you'll know when you return to Mount Hua, there are still surprises waiting for you."

Huang Lin didn't answer Yue Buqun's words directly. He still didn't know about these things, and he didn't know that he was going to be in charge of the next generation.

"Mysterious, hey, when you first went down the mountain, how did it feel to kill someone?"

When Yue Buqun asked this question, he was quite embarrassed.

"It doesn't feel like it. It's not like you haven't killed a chicken on the mountain. Killing a chicken is no different from killing a chicken."

Huang Lin said indifferently.

Yue Buqun curled his mouth when he heard the words, and said:
"Tch, just blow it up, I don't believe it."

"You are in the south of Xi'an Mansion, have you never heard of the name 'Blood Clothes Man'?"

Huang Lin glanced at him, and his voice was calm.

Yue Buqun suddenly opened his eyes wide and murmured:

"Back then, you were the copycat killer who stepped on Wuzhai day after day and killed hundreds of people?"

"Okay, go to rest, accompany me to Shaolin tomorrow!"

Huang Lin's face turned dark, he got up and walked away.

Will you chat?God damn copycat killer!How many years has it been?Someone still remembers it!
The next day, the tenth day of May

The two rode out of the city together, both dressed in improved Huashan uniforms, I don't know where Yue Buqun found someone to change them.

"Senior Brother Yue, what do you think of this Shaolin Temple?"

Huang Lin asked softly the people from the rivers and lakes who were speeding past on the pipeline.

"Shaolin? The orthodox sect has been the leader of the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years. The Taishan Beidou in the martial arts is admirable."

Yue Buqun looked respectful.

"Forget it, after a while, don't talk casually."

Huang Lin is not in the mood to teach Lao Yue now, let Ning Qingyu teach him after he returns to the mountain.

"Huh? Okay."

Yue Buqun didn't understand why Huang Lin's tone suddenly changed, but since he said that, there must be something he didn't know, so he nodded in response.

Not long after, I saw Zuo Mu leading a group of Songshan sect masters waiting here, Zuo Lengchan was among them.

"Bulin has met Uncle Zuo!"

Huang Lin led Yue Buqun to get off his horse, bowed to Zuo Mu, and introduced to them:
"Brother Yue, this is Master Zuo Zuo, the head of the Songshan School."

"Uncle Zuo, this is Yue Buqun, who is under the head of Ning."

"Huashan Mountain is not crowded, I have seen Master Zuo!"

Yue Buqun is an outstanding talent, his demeanor is beyond words.

"Hahahaha, Huashan Guo is so talented, I am envious of Zuomou! Leng Chan, come here and meet the two Huashan masters, you are about the same age, get closer in the future!"

After saluting again, the crowd walked up the mountain, Zuo Mu and Huang Lin walked in front, and whispered:

"Martial nephew Huang, Zuo never expected that you would reach the peak. It's just unwise to be so impulsive!"

"Uncle Zuo is worrying too much. This matter has spread all over the world. It's just for discussion. In addition, the Demon Cult may make some moves in the near future. Uncle Zuo, please pay more attention."

Huang Lin smiled, he was not at ease with the Songshan School either.

However, the life of the Songshan School is not easy now, and they are still struggling to survive beside Shaolin.

Chatting all the way up the mountain.

Not long after, he met people from other Wuyue sects one after another. Huang Lin only knew Tu Dongqi from the Hengshan sect, and he was not familiar with the others. After several introductions, they got together and went to Shaolin.

Ning Qingyu originally sent someone over, but Huang Lin drove them back to prevent the Demon Cult from attacking the mountain.

When he went up to the gate of Shaolin Mountain, Huang Lin raised his breath and said, without waiting for the guest monk to approach:
"Huang Bulin from Mount Hua, come to worship the mountain!"

The voice was mighty, resounding through Shaolin.

There is no echo in the mountains!

"This is Huang Bulin? He really is young!"

"Hiss, I just glanced at him a few times, and thought it was some junior!"

"What a deep inner strength!"

Seeing this, the knight-errants at the gate of the Shaolin Mountain talked about it one after another.

I knew that this group of people belonged to the Wuyue Sword Sect, but they didn't know Huang Lin, so I thought he was here to gain knowledge.

Huang Lin doesn't make many public appearances, and most people only know his name. This is the first time he has made a public appearance.

"Amitabha~"

A Buddha's horn came from the mountain, suppressing the noisy sounds around the mountain gate.

There is also no echo repeating.

The two made a move in the air, and there was no winner!

Outside the Daxiong Palace, there is a wide square.

Wen Zai, the abbot of Shaolin, leads the heads of each courtyard, here to receive the heroes of the Jianghu who have already entered Shaolin.

Hearing Huang Lin's voice from the foot of the mountain, he immediately answered the Buddha's name.

Then he stood up slowly and said:

"Amitabha, everyone, wait a moment, the heads of each courtyard will follow the old monk to meet this little yellow benefactor of Mount Hua!"

"Master, then Huang Bulin is just a junior, do you need to greet him personally with all the heads?"

Fang Sheng asked in a low voice.

"Amitabha."

Wen Zai recited the Buddha's name, but walked out slowly without answering Fang Sheng.

Afterwards, Fang Zheng and Fang Sheng followed up.

Later, the leaders of Luohan Hall, Prajna Hall, Bodhidharma Academy, Precept Academy and other courtyards got up one after another.

Some curious people from the world also followed.

The Zhike monk at the mountain gate wanted to lure everyone up the mountain after Huang Lin registered his name.

Huang Lin waved his hand, rejecting his request.

I even made the news that I reached the summit public, just to let the abbot of Shaolin come to welcome him in person.

You really don't want to lose face when you are a top expert?
What's more, Wuyue Sword sent so many people, don't count the cards?

Not long after, Huang Lin saw a bunch of shining bald heads approaching from a distance.

The old monk at the head was holding a Zen stick, wearing a brocade cassock, with nine ring scars on his head, and two white eyebrows that were a foot long, even better than the selling portrait of Yuxuanzi, the head of Mount Tai.

"Amitabha, how is the left benefactor? The two factions are close neighbors, so we need to move around more."

Wen Zai went to pay respects to Zuo Mu first, and they were the only leaders of the faction in this line.

"Hehe, what the abbot said is that Zuo is just accompanying guests this time."

Zuo Mu let out a haha ​​and gave up the main seat.

"Little benefactor Huang is young and promising, and this old monk is really envious!"

Wen Zai made a Buddhist salute to Huang Lin with one palm, which seemed to be a compliment, but there was a hidden blade in his words.

"It can't be compared to the abbot, who is old and strong, and the master is tired, and Bulin is ashamed!"

Huang Lin held his sword and clasped his fists, and responded with the courtesy of his peers. He was also the best, and he was angry with Shaolin. It would be nice to be able to maintain face in front of all the people in the world!
When Wen Zai saw this, his eyes froze for a moment, but his face remained unchanged.

"Amitabha, all comrades, please!"

"Master please!"

"Amitabha, I thought that the one who reached the top of the noble sect would be the Feng benefactor, but I didn't expect that in recent years, there will be the head of Ning and then the Huang benefactor, and the Huashan sect will flourish."

"The abbot has won the award. Shaolin's reputation has been passed down for hundreds of years. Everyone admires the martial arts and Taishan Beidou. When will it be short of the top? According to Huang, it is only a matter of time before the two masters, Fang Zheng and Fang Sheng, reach the top."

"Amitabha, I, Shaolin, follow Zen Buddhism, and martial arts are just small ways."

The two of them were fighting all the way, and Zuo Mu didn't interrupt, just quietly being a bystander.

And Yue Buqun was listening in a daze.

He originally thought that Huang Lin had a problem with Shaolin and would contradict each other with words, but he didn't expect that they would meet, and they seemed to have a very happy conversation.

A group of people came to the square outside the Daxiong Palace. After everyone sat down, Wen Zai asked:
"I don't know what Huang Xiaoxia came here for?"

Huang Lin replied with a kind face and a smile:
"Huang was lucky enough to step to the top, thinking that there are many Shaolin masters, so he came here to confirm what he learned."

As soon as these words came out, Shaolin groaned a few times, and the heads of the courtyards behind Wen Zai all glared at him.

"Amitabha."

"Amitabha"

Wen Zai gave a Buddha's chant, which attracted all the monks to close their eyes and chant along with them.

"Ms. Huang has always had a question in his mind, can the abbot explain this to him?"

Huang Lin smiled and asked about something else.

"Little benefactor, please speak!"

"What does it mean to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately?"

(End of this chapter)