From the Mingjiao leader

Chapter 95 Exploring Buddhism, Physical Transcendence

On the ring, Lin Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, neither sad nor happy.

A monk from Southern Shaolin?

Lin Yuan looked at this person with disdain.

In his opinion, what the monk said may not be true.

It didn't take a year or two for the Evil Resisting Sword Manual to go missing from Southern Shaolin, let alone in the past seven days.

As early as several decades ago, Lin Yuantu used the evil swordsmanship to cross the martial arts world.

After so many years, Nan Shaolin finally remembered to send someone to retrieve the cheat book, who is fooling here?

There must be something hidden in it.

However, now is not the time to talk about this.

It was just a monk, Lin Yuan didn't pay attention to it yet.

The top priority is to win Fuzhou, which is the development of Mingjiao.

"The evil sword technique is in my hands, we will discuss this matter later."

Lin Yuan glanced across the audience, and said loudly:
"Everyone don't have to worry, I teach things wisely, and I always convince people with reason! I won't make things difficult for everyone!"

Everyone looked at the shining arrows in the hands of Mingjiao disciples around them, but no one spoke.

They are not fools.

Among them, Yu Canghai from Qingcheng faction was already regarded as a master of martial arts and was well-known in the world, but he was still killed by Lin Yuan's palm.

But at this moment, there are so many Mingjiao believers around, if they make trouble at this time, isn't that courting death?

Lin Yuan's violent and terrifying palm still lingered in their minds.

Although Hu Bazong was worried about the situation in the mansion, he did not dare to act rashly.

He had vaguely guessed that Lin Yuan came to Fuzhou not only for the sake of the Qingcheng faction, but also to launch a coup d'état.

Through the competition in the arena, he gained momentum like a dragon and gained prestige, and won Jingzhou in one fell swoop.

After a while, Fuzhou Cheng Zhifu followed Monk Peng and Shen Fu to the surrounding area of ​​the ring.

Seeing Lin Yuan standing on the stage, he already guessed the ending.

"Master Lin... we have something to discuss."

"The people of Fuzhou have never been enemies of Mingjiao, and I have never done anything harmful to nature."

While the prefect was talking, he secretly looked at Mr. Hu.

President Hu shook his head silently, and the magistrate's face darkened.

Lin Yuan shook his head, "The magistrate is a smart person, he should know what I want."

"Besides, it's useless for you to procrastinate. The defenders of the city defense and the general can't do anything to me."

"Now that the Yuan court's aura has been exhausted, why should your excellency follow him to death?"

Lin Yuan stared at the magistrate, and the magistrate wanted to retreat, but he couldn't avoid it.

Finally, with a long sigh, he clasped his hands to Lin Yuan and said:

"Lord Lin, your martial arts skills are outstanding and your wisdom is unparalleled. Not only did you kill the thief Yu Canghai, but you are also able to carry the fate of the Central Plains."

"After today, the city of Fuzhou should follow the leader of the Lin leader, but there is no order, and there will be no second words!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

Hu Bazong also sighed, and said in a deep voice: "Hu Baizhan, I also wish!"

"Sect Master Lin!"

"Willing to follow the leader!"

Lin Zhennan, Monk Peng and others saluted one after another.

In the Battle of Fuzhou, Lin Yuan not only beheaded Yu Canghai, but also captured Fuzhou City without bloodshed.

If the Ming Cult attacked the city head-on, they would have to sacrifice a lot, but now they suddenly attacked after this martial arts battle and took Fuzhou in one fell swoop.

Everyone in the audience looked at the magistrate on the high platform, and the head of the altar guard bowed to the young man one after another, and felt that they had never been as exciting as today in their entire lives.

"That's what a man should do!" To be famous in the Jianghu is the wish of heroes.

But in their hearts, they only dared to have envy and jealousy, but they didn't dare to have hatred.

They know that after today, Fuzhou may only have one voice.

That was the voice of Lin Yuan, the leader of the Ming Cult!

The people in the audience dispersed quickly, and Lin Yuan didn't keep them any longer.

These gangsters can't afford to make any waves.

Among the crowd, Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan smiled wryly and rode away.

Before, they thought that Lin Yuan was a fledgling young man who was about the same age as them, but they didn't expect to be the master of Mingjiao.

It's a pity that Linghu Chong thought Lin Yuan was arrogant before, but he didn't expect to kill Yu Canghai, the head of the Qingcheng faction.

Today's major event in Fuzhou has to go back and report to Master as soon as possible.

Everyone followed Lin Yuan to the magistrate's mansion.

Lin Yuan sat in the first place and ordered: "Master Zhifu, I know that in this city, you are not the one who says what you say. You voted for my Mingjiao today, and you may not be convinced."

The prefect nodded, "Master Mingjian, governing a city requires dealing with many forces. Merchants, gentry, or soldiers and small sects in the city are the main troubles. As for ordinary people, there will be no big obstacles."

Lin Yuan nodded and said, "It's okay, I'll stay in Fuzhou for another three days. In these three days, you will take Mr. Hu, Monk Peng and Fuwei Escorts with you to silence all the opposing voices in Fuzhou."

"Soldiers, gentry, merchants, sects. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can tell me."

"However, you must be kind to the people. I have heard a saying that water can carry a boat and overturn it. The power of the people should not be underestimated."

Everyone was horrified, knowing that Lin Yuan would use thunder to suppress everything quickly.

And Lin Yuan's last words made everyone even more stunned, and couldn't help chewing on the meaning of this sentence over and over again.

The prefect, Shen Fu, and Monk Peng are all sensible people, and they immediately realized that this sentence was unusual.

The prefect of Fuzhou felt that this master of Mingjiao was extraordinary.

But in Lin Yuan's heart, he didn't think so much.

After finishing speaking, his eyes looked at a person who was out of place.

A monk from Southern Shaolin.

"Hey, monk, it's time to tell you about yourself."

The monk clasped his hands together and said loudly: "The poor monk is the nephew of Monk Duyuan, and his dharma name is Huizhen."

"Monk Duyuan is the name of Lin Yuantu, the ancestor of the Lin family, when he was in Southern Shaolin."

"The poor monk went down the mountain this time because he was ordered by the host to take back the evil sword manual. The host heard that the benefactor and Yu Shi were mainly competing in Fuzhou City. He was afraid that innocent people would be killed, so he ordered the poor monk to retrieve the evil sword manual. "

As he spoke, Monk Huizhen saluted slightly: "I hope the benefactor will be fulfilled."

Complete you ghost!I have spent so much effort and formed a deadly feud with the Qingcheng faction to get the evil sword manual, so I want to take it away... Lin Yuan thought to himself.

What's more, the evil sword manual has been destroyed by Lin Yuan, even if he wanted to, he couldn't give it away.

However, Lin Yuan did not intend to tell this person the truth.

"Master, you were joking. I managed to obtain the Evil Resisting Sword Manual. For this reason, I also took over Liang Zi with the Qingcheng faction. How can I just give it away?"

Lin Yuan shook his head and said, "Besides, we have to pay attention to an exchange of equal value. If I give you the sword manual, what can you give me?"

"This..." Monk Huizhen didn't seem to be good at words, and after a moment of silence, he said, "The poor monk doesn't know how to exchange with Lord Lin."

"However, before leaving, the host once told me that if the benefactor who got the evil sword manual is unwilling to return it, please ask the benefactor to accompany me to the South Shaolin."

"The host is willing to exchange sword manuals with the benefactor in person. I wonder if the benefactor can make it easier."

It seems that this Huizhen was not obsessed with taking away the evil sword manual, but the abbot of Nan Shaolin valued it more.And judging from the host's instructions, this is something that can be done.

Forget it, don't embarrass this monk Huizhen.

Southern Shaolin is not far from Fuzhou City, and it only takes half a day to go back and forth.There is nothing to do in Fuzhou City, so it is good to go there.

Besides, he also wanted to meet the host in person to see what good things he could exchange from Nan Shaolin.

"In that case, I'll go with you to South Shaolin." Lin Yuan smiled.

In front of the South Shaolin Temple gate, a monk and a man in Tsing Yi stood side by side.

It was Lin Yuan and monk Huizhen.

Southern Shaolin is located at the foot of Jiulian Mountain in Putian.

Recalling the famous place for making shoes in later generations, Lin Yuan couldn't help but sigh.

The temple in front of me is ancient and fragrant, and there are bursts of Sanskrit sounds. Just standing at the gate of the temple feels pure and ascetic.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath and secretly kept his heart.

He did remember that monk Huizhen's Buddhist gatha in the arena that day could calm down his killing intent.

I don't know what kind of exercise this is, but it's interesting.

With monk Huizhen leading him, Lin Yuan followed directly into the South Shaolin, the courtyard where the presiding officer was located.

"Benefactor Lin, please wait a moment, the poor monk will report to the presiding officer."

After speaking, Monk Huizhen walked into the house.

After a while, Lin Yuan was invited into the house as well.
I saw an old monk with a gray beard sitting on the futon. If Huizhen looks about 50 years old, then this old monk is an octogenarian, who is eight or ninety years old.

It's an old guy.

Adhering to the principle of respecting the elderly, Lin Yuan also bowed respectfully.

"I met the abbot, but I don't know how to call him?"

"The old monk's name is Du'e. Huizhen has already told me that the leader of Lin is the leader of Mingjiao. Please sit down."

Lin Yuan sat down after hearing the words: "Abbot Du'e, I don't know what is the relationship between you and Lin Yuantu?"

"When Lin Yuantu was still in Shaolin, this old man was his younger brother. He was only a few years old when he was in Runan Shaolin. Brother Duyuan returned to the vulgar the next year."

Lin Yuan nodded. It seems that Abbot Du'er belongs to the kind of person who is not very old but has a very high seniority.

Seniority is a strange thing to say.

Not to mention the seniority in the sect, even the seniority of relatives in later generations is sometimes difficult to say clearly.

Lin Yuan remembered that among later generations, when he was nearly [-] years old, he would call a teenage girl Auntie when he returned home during the Chinese New Year...

At that time, I wished I could dig out a set of three bedrooms and one living room with my toes, but when I think about it now, I feel at a loss.

In the huge rivers and lakes, there are no relatives.

Shaking his head, Lin Yuan put aside the melancholy in his heart and asked, "I heard that the abbot wants to get back the evil sword manual. I have a question, and I ask the abbot to answer it."

"Sir, please speak."

"It's not a day or two since the Evil Resisting Sword Manual has been circulated. After so many years, why did Nan Shaolin think of taking it back at this juncture?"

Lin Yuan asked the question in his heart.

If the other party said that he had no clues before, Lin Yuan would not believe it at all.

Abbot Du'e sighed: "Master Lin didn't know, but the original Sunflower Book was not stolen. After Brother Du Yuan returned to secular life, my master Hongye Zen Master burned the Sunflower Book."

Du'er spoke calmly about the situation at that time.

As far as he knows, the "Sunflower Treasure" was handed down from the palace of the former court, and then flowed into Putian South Shaolin, where it was kept by the abbot Hongye Zen Master at that time.

At that time, it was Yue Su and Cai Zifeng of the Huashan School who secretly read the treasure book during their visit, wrote down the content, and copied it from memory after returning to the mountain.

Zen Master Hongye believed that the "Sunflower Treasure" was a harmful thing and could not be left in the world, so he burned it.And he sent monk Duyuan to ask for it, but Duyuan has since returned to the vulgar.

"The members of the Huashan School and Brother Du Yuan re-wrote the Sunflower Book from memory, rather than stealing the secret book from my temple."

"Even if we take this book away, they will turn around and write another one. People's greed is endless, and even if we take back more books, it will be useless."

"Now that time has changed, the person who remembered the book is no longer there. As long as the secret book is taken back, this evil work can be completely destroyed."

Lin Yuan frowned. The old monk seemed to have answered his question, but he didn't say anything that surprised him.

If Lin Yuan didn't know about Xiaoaozhong's plot about the Sunflower Book, these words could have fooled Lin Yuan.

But the battle between Lin Yuantu and Huashan Sword Qi has been going on for so many years, if they want to destroy it, they already have a way.

It seems that Zen Master Du'e didn't tell me the truth...

Lin Yuan smiled and said: "If I am willing to hand over the evil sword manual, is there anything the abbot can exchange with me?"

"If Master Lin can destroy this sword manual, it will be a great merit." Abbot Du'e said.

Don't make it up!
Lin Yuan looked at Monk Du'er motionlessly, and the room fell silent.

Seeing Monk Du'er's smiling face, Lin Yuan was furious.

Damn, no wonder you Nan Shaolin couldn't take back the evil sword manual, you have no sincerity at all, okay?

Sure enough, the essence of human beings is prostitution.

Lin Yuan saw that there was really no benefit to be gained, so he didn't waste any more time here.

It's just an old man, if the quarrel continues and the old abbot lies down in front of him, then it's really hard to explain.

I remember that he used to have a friend who drove a big Benz, and later he all rode a bicycle.

"Tell the truth to Abbot Du'e. After reading the sword manual, I destroyed it." Lin Yuan waved his hand and said, "If there is nothing else, I will take my leave."

Not as knowledgeable as this old hooligan, Lin Yuan planned to retreat quickly.

"Amitabha, Master Lin wait a moment."

Chan Master Du'e's voice suddenly sounded like a bell, and the Buddhist gatha fell into Lin Yuan's mind, causing his movements to pause for an instant.

It's this weird Buddhist gatha again!

Lin Yuan was shocked.

His current energy and blood are already far superior to ordinary people, and that weird Buddhist gatha can only stop him for a while when he can't breathe.

But such frequent occurrences already startled Lin Yuan.

When masters fight, not to mention the time of breathing, even the blink of an eye is enough to tell the winner.

"Although Hierarch Lin destroyed the sword manual, I think I have read it and remembered it in my heart."

Abbot Du'e said slowly: "In order to prevent further murders in the rivers and lakes, it is better to ask the benefactor to stay here and study Buddhism with the old monk."

Lin Yuan sneered in his heart, this is not a discussion of Buddhism, it is really a physical transcendence.

However, that's fine too.

If you talk about some Buddhist scriptures, Lin Yuan may not really be the opponent.

He is not very good at physical supernatural powers, but he is good at sending people to heaven!
"Old thief bald, the leader of this sect came here to give you Nan Shaolin face, I have already guessed that you have no good intentions."

"I don't like the evil sword manual. If you are willing to make some exchanges with me, I will do you a favor."

Lin Yuan turned around slowly, raised his head and looked at Du E and Hui Zhen with his eyes.

"We'll see if Nan Shaolin can keep me today!"

Terrible murderous aura erupted from Lin Yuan's body immediately, and the entire Buddhist temple changed.

His martial arts follow the path of dominance.

As far as tough things go, he hasn't been afraid of anyone so far.

Lieyang Fenglei was a palm that condensed his vitality and domineering meaning to the peak.

Lin Yuan's momentum climbed, and he slapped out with a palm.

On the other side, Monk Du'e's robe moved without wind, and a completely different breath spread.

It seems peaceful, it seems indifferent.

But in Lin Yuan's eyes, it was cold and dead without blood.

"Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form."

Du'er clasped his hands together and slowly pushed out.

"The poor monk's palm is called colorless."

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