The monk in the martial arts world

Chapter 155
For Hui Xin, trouble has already appeared.

It doesn't matter whether Zuo Lengchan is dead or alive, what is important is which world he came from, what identity he is, whether he is known or unknown, this makes him very troubled.

Yilin is a burden at all, but this matter must be communicated with other innate masters one by one, at least Shaolin and Wudang must also explain clearly.

Thinking of this, Wuxin continued to wander around, fearing that he would have to go back home.

"Go back to the monastery first, and wait for the poor monk to inspect it. Yilin, will you go back with me, or wander around the capital alone?"

Yilin shook her head and said, "No, Yilin finally came out, why did she go back so soon, or do you have something to do, big brother?"

"That's right. The news just now is too shocking. Brother, I want to go to Wudang Shaolin. Have you been there?"

"Shaolin, I used to accompany the master to go there, brother, hurry up and get down to business, Yilin is waiting for you in the capital!"

After pondering, Huixin took out another jade pendant, handed it to Yilin and said, "Put this jade pendant away, I believe you already know how to use it, if there is an emergency, you must crush it quickly, do you know!"

"Hmph, bad brother, always treat him like a child, you know, you know!"

Yilin was a little unhappy, but she was also very cute with her pouting mouth, and Mu Jianping was probably cute.

Huixin sighed, stopped talking, turned sharply and disappeared without a trace.

The Songshan School has fallen into silence since Zuo Lengchan disappeared. Although there are still a few disciples guarding it, there are no masters stationed there.

Huixin spied secretly for a long time, but he didn't find any master, not even Ding Mian and others.

This matter, Hui Xin always feels something is wrong, when she explained it at the beginning, she just didn't want the Songshan faction to become bigger, but the current situation is not at all like what she said at the beginning.

Although the talents are dying, if there are masters, they can more or less regenerate a large school by gathering a group of disciples.

Since Zuo Lengchan was not found, Huixin felt that she should go to find out the reality of Shaolin.

Although Heng Zong has not yet entered Xiantian, but after breaking through the realm and reaching the Fenjiang Realm, he can feel that in Shaolin Temple, there are still two faint auras of masters.

After all, it is a thousand-year-old school, so how come there is no trace of background?
"Amitabha!"

Huixin smiled and stood outside the Shaolin Temple.

The disciple guarding the door said politely, "This Zen master, are you here to visit?"

It happened that a monk came out of it, but it was bitter.

"Greetings to Master Huixin, why do you have time to go back to Shaolin?"

That day, the ascetic monk who had been suppressed by Huixin and defeated in front of everyone was suffering, and his realm was approaching that of pseudo-innate. It seems that there must be an adventure.

Hui Xin nodded and said, "The poor monk came to see Senior Brother Heng Zong, we have something important to discuss!"

Bitterness turned sideways, please Huixin to enter.

Although he fought against Heng Zong outside Shaolin Temple, he never joined Shaolin School, not to mention, the familiar scenery will always make Huixin feel sad!
"Master, please rest first, this disciple will invite the abbot and several masters to come!"

"Don't be busy. First, I will accompany the poor monk to wander around in Shaolin. I haven't come back for a long time. I'm afraid there are many buildings that the poor monk is not familiar with!"

Kuqing grinned, nodded and said, "I can't ask for it, thanks to the ancestor's promotion, please come with my disciples!"

In fact, there is no need to give instructions at all, only when Huixin stepped into Shaolin, that kind of aura of arrogance has already attracted the attention of the masters.

At this time, Fang Zheng, Fang Hua, Fang Sheng and other principals, as well as Heng Zong and others gathered in the Daxiong Hall.

"It should be that Master Huixin has arrived. This disciple was in Qingcheng Mountain and accompanied Master for a long time!"

Fang Hua said.

Fang Zheng was puzzled and said, "But I don't know what the master came to Shaolin. It's really weird. A few days ago, I thought there would be a conflict with Wudang, but I didn't expect Wudang to be subdued by the master so quickly. , It’s strange to announce an alliance!”

"No need to be like this. No matter what you say, we are all from the same line. I believe he must have something important to do when he comes this time. Fang Hua, go and invite your junior brother!"

Fang Hua stood up from the futon, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, disciples take orders!"

Just in time for the Shaolin monks to practice their morning class, it is not far from the Sutra Pavilion, outside a side hall.

Huixin stood where she was, with a strange expression, and fell into endless memories.

Back then, when I first entered Shaolin, I was like those novices. I practiced Arhat Boxing and Wei Tuo Palm together. I studied hard every day, and then I was allowed to practice in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Those carefree and happy days are long gone. not return.

"Reminiscing about the past, if I can go back to the past, will I still step into the rivers and lakes?"

When she asked herself, Huixin was even more at a loss.

Kuqing was about to say something, but was stopped by Fang Hua.

"Let's go, let's not disturb the ancestor, I guess the ancestor is in love with the scene, or is in the process of epiphany, just wait and see, this is the innate master's body protection, if you interrupt rashly, you may be hurt by the ancestor!"

Bitterness, the monks who were already practicing were all taken away by Fang Hua.

Only Huixin was left outside the main hall, with his eyes closed, falling into a state of harmony between man and nature.

"Even if I come here again, I will still choose to step into the rivers and lakes. This is no longer a dream, but a destiny. In this life, I am destined to shatter the void and explore the ultimate mystery of warriors, Amitabha!"

This is a battle between heaven and man, and demons will attack from time to time, but Huixin knows this.

Opening the eyes, a divine light was released from Huixin's eyes, the sky eyes suddenly opened, and there were 36 large acupoints all over the body, and the internal force that had been filled already was extracted by Huixin.

"Break the limit in one fell swoop, break it for the poor monk!"

"drink!"

A loud roar caused the whole Shaolin to tremble.

The disciples with low skills were all knocked to the ground. Hengzong and others had already received Fang Hua's message, and they all rushed over. Seeing this situation, they were all taken aback.

"Junior brother, when will you come to Shaolin?"

"Disciple, pay homage to Master!"

Hui Xin turned her head, and the charm suddenly appeared, as if the Tathagata had come into the world, the charm made everyone present want to worship.

"Amitabha! I didn't expect to return to Shaolin again, but let the poor monk cherish the memory of the past. The edge of the sea-covering land has already been touched by the poor monk. Is it God's will?"

It seems to be a question, but it is actually a self-talk.

Hengzong and the others looked at each other, at a loss.

"Little friend is extremely talented, but it is rare to see in a hundred years. It is rare and rare for you to break through the fourth level of congenital realm!"

The strange voice suddenly sounded, and all the monks present were shocked.

Heng Zong turned around with a wry smile, and said, "Uncle Master, why did you get out of customs!"

"Hmph, you little rascals, now that Shaolin has a distinguished guest, why don't you startle me, anyway, I've been asleep for 100 years, can't you come out for a breath!"

A seemingly middle-aged monk jumped off the tower, landed in front of Hengzong and scolded.

(End of this chapter)