This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 835
The Northern Shaolin is majestic and majestic, the temples and temples are beautiful, and the small temple that Zhike monks talk about is self-effacing, in the eyes of the world, it is the Buddhist kingdom on the ground in the scriptures, and it is rich and luxurious with gold and silver from top to bottom. A bit of unattainable extravagance.

This is not the first time Lu Hanjiang has come to Northern Shaolin, but whenever he looks up at the magnificent and majestic Daxiong Palace, he can always blurt out a sentence——

"It's so big, it must be sold for a lot of money if it is dismantled."

Not to mention that everyone in the world advocates the value of treating money like dung, and gentlemen like to flaunt themselves with poverty. In this pure place of Buddhism, people talk about copper stinking things, which is obviously not good.

Lu Hanjiang talked to himself, Yongle noticed the eyes of the nearby monks, and stuck out his tongue a little embarrassedly, while Shang Luo, who was on the side, covered his mouth and giggled.

However, it was precisely because it was not the first time to appear here with this face, so although the nearby monks were dissatisfied, none of them made any rude moves.

The last time Lu Hanjiang came to the door as a friend of the non-returning master, and this time, the monks of Northern Shaolin also knew his original identity in advance, the great disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, Yue Lifeng.

The person in charge of receiving the three of them was still an old friend from last time, Monk Lingjing.

"The three benefactors came from afar, what advice do you have?" Monk Lingjing was still the same, even after knowing Lu Hanjiang's identity, he still had the same attitude as before, neither close nor distant.

He vaguely remembered that this was a dull monk who accepted death, so Lu Hanjiang was not very interested in him, but since he asked, he answered accordingly.

"It's nothing serious. I heard that your temple was attacked by thieves a few days ago. I don't know what the loss is?"

Lu Hanjiang didn't speak out of breath, Fan Seng made Bei Shaolin look wide-eyed from the inside out, calling him a "thief", somewhat contemptuous of him.

If someone with a bad temper came over, he might think that Lu Hanjiang was sneering and sarcastic at the moment, and rolling up his sleeves, he might start arguing a hundred and eighty sentences.

But it's a pity that the person who came was Monk Lingjing, and the other party just frowned: "Young Xia Laoyue is worried, it's just that some property was damaged in the temple, it's not a serious problem."

"Oh."

Lu Hanjiang's expression was disappointment visible to the naked eye, and he asked again: "Have you reported to the official?"

Monk Lingjing was stunned for a moment. Everyone knows the relationship between the imperial court and the Jianghu. Therefore, even if the incidents in the Jianghu are ruined, they will not go to the imperial court to swear. Don’t ask, you just can’t afford to lose it. people.

Lu Hanjiang's question was really unreasonable, but thinking of the connection between the other party and Jin Yiwei, Monk Lingjing immediately felt relieved, thinking that the other party was just asking a routine question due to a problem with his position.

"There's no need to disturb the government with some floating money." Monk Lingjing said.

"That's true," Lu Hanjiang nodded, and smiled at Monk Lingjing: "I mean the same thing. After all, the masters in your temple eat fast and chant Buddha all day long, and don't pay taxes to the court. It's really shameful to go to the government to ask for help. I can't hang on."

Monk Lingjing stared wide-eyed. Although the matter was such a matter, when it came out of Lu Hanjiang's mouth, no matter how he heard it, he felt that it was not right.

"correct."

Looking at the speechless monk Lingjing, Lu Hanjiang asked curiously again: "It is said that the thieves broke into Abbot Lingxu's residence. Is the abbot okay? He is already old, so he didn't scare anything wrong, right? "

The worried look on Lu Hanjiang's face was indeed sincere, but what he said seemed to wish that Abbot Lingxu made some mistakes, which made Monk Lingjing hear it harshly.

Opening his mouth for a long time, Monk Lingjing finally just replied dryly: "Thank you, Yue Shaoxia, for your concern, the abbot is fine."

"That's fine."

Lu Hanjiang's eyes were full of pity, and he didn't even bother to pretend, but the monks around couldn't help glaring at him.

A few people wandered around the temple, and they inevitably ran into various disciples of Northern Shaolin. After some conversations, the Xiaoyao Sect had no respect for Shaolin, and even expressed the desire to watch the excitement inside and outside the words, which is really abominable.

Immediately, an aggrieved monk of the Xuan family came forward to stop Lu Hanjiang, intending to teach him a lesson under the pretext of asking for martial arts.

But it's a pity that although Monk Lingjing's mind is not fast enough, the rules in his heart are very rigid. These little monks who wanted to find something, before they opened their mouths, were stared back by him.

After walking for a while, I came to a lotus pond. When there was no one around, Lu Hanjiang admired the flowers and asked, "Northern Shaolin is beautiful. May I have a tour by myself?"

It doesn't matter if Monk Lingjing can hear something in his words, anyway, he rejected it with just a shake: "The three benefactors live in a strange place, let this old monk lead you on a tour."

Lu Hanjiang curled his lips, then turned his eyes around Monk Lingjing, looked behind him, and suddenly pointed out: "Master, there is a naked monk over there, don't you plan to take care of it?"

"What?" Monk Lingjing was stunned, and then immediately turned his head away, but he didn't expect that there was not even a ghost in the direction Lu Hanjiang was pointing at.

Before he realized that he was being tricked, a stone hit his acupuncture point, and Monk Lingjing froze all over, his whole body was like a sculpture, unable to move an inch.

Lu Hanjiang clapped his hands, shook off the ashes in his hands, and greeted the two girls beside him: "Let's go."

Yongle was dumbfounded, she tugged at Lu Hanjiang's cuff, and whispered: "It's not good for us to be like this, isn't it too rude?"

Where did someone come to visit the host's acupoints, and then went to play by himself.

Shang Luo held Yongle's shoulders, and said nonchalantly: "Qiqi, you think too much, Xiao Lu just pointed at the monk's nose and scolded the bald donkey, now it's just a acupuncture point, the problem is not big."

"Hey, but my husband didn't scold anyone."

The princess who was still in a daze was half dragged away by Shang Luo, and Lu Hanjiang followed behind. Without Monk Lingjing's inappropriate nonsense, the three of them were finally able to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Northern Shaolin freely.

The layout of the Northern Shaolin is far from that of the Southern Shaolin, and there is almost no similarity, but Lu Hanjiang and the three found a different place here as no surprise.

In the southwest corner of the temple, there is a quiet bamboo forest, seemingly inconspicuous, with no signboard or sign, but placed in the large temple of Northern Shaolin, it is a little more mysterious out of thin air.

"Little Lu, there must be a big secret in here!" Shang Luo said firmly.

Lu Hanjiang didn't answer, but just shrugged his shoulders, saying that it's fine to let her be happy.

Shang Luo excitedly went to the bamboo forest, the three of them walked through the quiet path, and the scenery suddenly opened up in front of them, a bamboo house, a vegetable field, and a big yellow dog lazily basking in the sun.

Shang Luo's eyes were full of surprise, and she was about to step forward, when she suddenly heard screams of ghosts and wolves, she was so frightened that she followed the sound and looked down, it turned out that she had accidentally stepped on an old monk.

(End of this chapter)