This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 837
"Old monk, why do you say that you, the abbot of Northern Shaolin, live in such a place?"

Lu Hanjiang looked at the bamboo house from left to right. There was nothing detached from the world, nor was it noble and pure. It was simple, vulgar, and boring. To say that it was ordinary would be considered a compliment.

"It's enough to read the scriptures with one mouth, and it's enough to practice Buddha alone. What's the use of such a beautiful house." The old monk leaned lazily on the soft couch, and laughed drunkenly while holding the jug.

Lu Hanjiang also felt that this was reasonable, so he pointed backwards at the countless treasure temples, and asked: "In that case, old monk, why do you still keep these things?"

"It's easy for the boy to talk. As the old saying goes, it doesn't hurt to sell his father's land. It's all left by the predecessors. You can't call the old monk a prodigal." Monk Lingxu said helplessly.

"It's true, if you dare to sell it, it depends on who is so brave to accept it." Lu Hanjiang nodded, looked at Lingxu and said: "So, you, the abbot of Northern Shaolin, have been mysterious all these years, so it turns out that you are here. Drunk and dreaming in the house?"

"That's not the case. The temple is poor, and the old monk can't stay. There is a drunken fairy building here. You know, there are a lot of beautiful girls, Yangzhou thin horses, and beauties in the Western Regions. They have everything you can expect. Tsk, there is no such thing as tea." How about we chat in another place?"

The old monk was worthy of being the abbot of Northern Shaolin, this opening was truly earth-shattering, Shang Luo was dumbfounded, and Yong Le's face turned red after realizing it.

This is no Shaolin eminent monk, a gangster and a drunkard, even the dudes in the capital are not as unrestrained as him.

Lu Hanjiang smacked his lips, stretched out his hand to grab Yongle's mischievous claws on his lower back, and said to Lingxu: "It seems that the Shaolin discipline is just a piece of paper to you. It's really interesting to be the abbot. .”

Regardless of whether it was sarcasm or what, anyway, the old monk Lingxu thought he was boasting, but he kept talking about this commandment, which was really annoying.

So I heard him say impatiently: "Okay, the old monk and a monk didn't take the precepts of Laoshizi at ease. It's really meaningless for you to mention it again and again. How can those madmen of the Xiaoyao Sect teach you this?" Well-behaved aliens come."

Lu Hanjiang shrugged: "Maybe it's my talent?"

"Pull it down," the old monk Lingxu said contemptuously: "Give you three points of color, and you really plan to open a dyeing workshop. It's interesting that you have used the identity of this Xiaoyao Sect disciple for these days."

As soon as these words came out, the air in the bamboo house was silent for a moment, and Lu Hanjiang said with great interest: "The abbot's words are quite mysterious, don't you suspect that there is something wrong with my identity as the Happy Sect?"

Lingxu glanced away, the alcohol dissipated a little, and his eyes were rare and serious: "There are many loopholes. It's a bit harsh to say that, after all, you learned martial arts from the Xiaoyao School, and you have a magic weapon. Under the name of Bei Mingzi, who is hard to find loopholes, from this point of view, others really can't find any faults."

"So, the abbot is so sure that I'm a fake, what's wrong?" Lu Hanjiang said in a gentle tone, as if he was humbly asking for advice.

Monk Lingxu laughed: "Boy, you think too much. The old monk is also a mortal with naked eyes. Lingkong, Qiyunzi, the old beggar, and the old witch in Miaojiang were all stunned by you. , how can the old monk be an exception."

After the old monk Lingxu laughed, he said in a leisurely tone: "Everyone thinks that the more mysterious the riddles in the world, the more complicated and exciting the solution will be. In fact, this is not the case. Can't we give this excellent riddle a little bit of mystery? The next unremarkable answer."

Lu Hanjiang's eyes paused slightly, he smiled without saying a word, only heard Monk Lingxu's last sentence to clarify the truth after he laughed: "It was Taixuan who told the old monk."

A flash of enlightenment flashed in Lu Hanjiang's eyes, he rubbed his chin and thought, "I didn't expect this. Although I suddenly heard that there are still masters in the Xiaoyao School, I also thought about the issue of identity exposure, but he never mentioned it. I thought he wasn't sure either."

Shaking his head and sighing, Lu Hanjiang said again: "It seems that there is no need to be lucky."

Although it was a bad move, there was no look of disappointment on Lu Hanjiang's face. This layer of identity is dispensable to him, and it's best if he can continue to use it. If he can't use it, it's not a big problem.

At the end, Lu Hanjiang asked curiously again: "Only Taixuan knows about this?"

"Taixuan knows it, and Taiyi and Taiwei naturally know it too."

Monk Lingxu took a sip of fine wine and said drunkenly: "However, if you act in the name of the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect, it will have no influence on them, so no matter how big the trouble is, the three of them won't care."

"Oh?" Lu Hanjiang raised his eyebrows: "The inheritance of the master's school has been stolen, so it doesn't matter?"

Monk Lingxu said with a naive smile: "The Tianji sword is lost, and the martial arts are also lost. If they come out to refute the rumors, it will not be of much use except to lose face. A few decades ago, Bei Mingzi's lineage was broken, and the Xiaoyao faction is equal to Extinct."

The old monk drank a sip of fine wine leisurely, threw himself on the table, and said in a sullen tone: "None of the three most outstanding figures of the Xiaoyao Sect cares about the existence of the master's sect. Sure enough, the theory of luck It’s true, you can’t spend three generations in one generation, the ancients never deceived me.”

Ignoring the old monk's sentimentality, Lu Hanjiang turned his head and looked beyond the bamboo forest. The noise in the temple suddenly became louder. It seemed that the acupuncture points of the monk Lingjing had been untied.

Guessing that he couldn't find it for a while, he continued to chat with the old monk Lingxu.

"Old abbot, since you said that the Xiaoyao faction doesn't care, why did he tell you about it?" Lu Hanjiang asked.

"Because you've caused too much trouble."

The old monk Lingxu got up from the table and stared at Lu Hanjiang with a pair of drunken eyes, without any momentum. After a while, the serious expression quickly melted and became cynical.

"The old Taoist priest in Wudang is dead, and you and the people behind you must be related." Monk Lingxu remained naive, but his tone was determined.

Lu Hanjiang nodded seriously, but he didn't acknowledge the matter at all: "How can you see that?"

The old monk Lingxu smiled and said: "This river and lake is said to be very big, but it is also very small. The height of Wudang Station naturally fell miserably, but in this world, if anyone really risked his life, he would kill Qi Yunzi , besides the Xuantian Sect, I am afraid there is only Jin Yiwei behind you."

"Why is there still something about Xuantian Sect here?"

Lu Hanjiang let out a laugh, and said again: "If that's the case, why did the abbot know that I'm not the Xuantian sect behind me?"

"Taixuan said it." Monk Lingxu killed the chatter with a single sentence.

"Tsk."

Lu Hanjiang was speechless in displeasure. He listened to the commotion outside the bamboo forest. After a while, he said again: "Taixuan told the old abbot so many things, so why didn't he tell you? The more you know, the more trouble you will have?"

This is not a threat, it is just an ordinary question.

Abbot Lingxu drank the wine from the pot and let out a full belch. He sat upright slowly, the smell of alcohol on his face dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye. He was a sloppy alcoholic just a second ago, but now he was sitting upright, looking like a Buddha Same peace.

"The way Taixuan took, the old monk admires but does not agree with it, so I explain the reason to you this time, because I want to make a deal with that person through you."

(End of this chapter)