Comprehensive martial arts begins with the successor of the Seven Swords

Chapter 113 The Guest From Afar
All religious people like to preach, and Buddhism in the Western Region is no exception.

What's more, Qi Lin's ability can be said to be astonishing, and Tenzin saw that he was interested in Buddhism, so he was naturally willing to accept him as a fellow.

Of course, Qi Lin had no intention of escaping into Buddhism. He just heard from Tenzin's words that the entire western region was under the control of Buddhism, and he wanted to find an identity to use as a cover.

At the same time, he also wanted to know how these monks came up with the heaven-defying idea of ​​letting the civilians in the western border lie completely flat.

But before that, Qi Lin still asked Tenzin to teach him the writing and language of the western region first, otherwise he would talk to each other when he met people, and the efficiency of communication would be too low.

Tenzin nodded and said, "Of course, it's just that it takes time. If Master Qi doesn't mind, you can move to my temple."

"can!"

Qi Lin can see that Tenzin intends to rescue the chieftain here, but he still agrees.

The threat of the demon is imminent. He really doesn't have time to improve the human environment here, so he can only tighten it first and then slow it down.

However, before leaving, he still stopped for two days. Seeing that Tsering Gonpo's family was just stealing some food and not doing anything wrong in his own name, he took them away from the official village.

Wangbu is definitely dead, but his family is still there.

Qi Lin left, and when they came back, a counterattack was inevitable.At that time, Tsering Gonpo's family will not be as simple as dying.

Tenzin Qilin had no objection to bringing a family of serfs with him. He had great sympathy for the suffering serfs, but he could not change the whole system.

After two days of trekking, a group of people came to Tenzin's temple.

After Qi Lin walked into the gate, he was relieved to see that there were only golden bodies in the temple and nothing else.

It's really fortunate that the Buddhism in the Western Realm hasn't gone crazy to the level of Tantra, otherwise he wouldn't be able to survive.

Tenzin summoned all the disciples in his monastery and said to them: "This Qilin is my guest, from now on you will respect him as you would respect me."

Tenzin's disciples did not hesitate, and all bowed to Qi Lin.

With Tenzin doing real-time translation, Qi Lin knew what they were doing and accepted the salutations of these disciples.

Later, Qi Lin asked Tenzin to find a job for Tsering Gonpo's family in the monastery so that they could gain a foothold here.

Tenzin asked his disciples to arrange these things, and then led Qi Lin into the hall to teach him the writing and language of the western region.

Qi Lin lived in the temple with peace of mind, eating, sleeping, and studying every day, three points and one line.

After seven days, he was able to write some simple sentences in the language of the western region, and there was no problem with daily communication at all.

It was also during these seven days that Qi Lin and Tenzin became friends, and also taught each other the characters and languages ​​of China.

After that, it was time for Qi Lin to follow Tenzin to learn Buddhism in the Western Region.

But a sudden letter interrupted their arrangement.

"Tenzin Living Buddha, a messenger has come from Lawa City, saying that he has brought a letter from the General Hospital!"

"People from the general hospital, take me there quickly." Tenzin, who had always been calm, became nervous when he heard the name of the general hospital.

"Mr. Qi, please forgive me, I can't fulfill my promise to teach you Buddhism today!"

"It's okay, people from the general hospital have come all the way, there must be something urgent, you don't have to worry about me."

Qi Lin has already figured out the situation in the western region from Tenzin.

Hundreds of states, large and small, are scattered on this plain, and they are maintained in peaceful relations with each other by various Buddhist temples.

The main courtyard is the head of all Buddhist temples, and it is also the place where Kumoji passed away and the demons invaded.

Kumoshi's disciples repelled the demons, and once again established an organization to manage all Buddhist temples in the western region.

"I'm an outsider, so I'm not suitable for showing up!"

Qi Lin can't make trouble for him if he eats and drinks for free for seven days.

Tenzin originally thought that Qi Lin didn't need to hide, but he also knew that not everyone could accept outsiders, so he put his hands together and said something.

"Thank you for your understanding!"

Qi Lin waved his hand, left the hall, found Tsering Gonpo who was grazing cattle, and watched the cattle grazing with him.

In this monastery, the only people he knew well were Tenzin and Tsering Gonpo.

"Master, aren't you going to learn advanced Buddhist teachings from Tenzin Rinpoche today?"

Tenzin looked at Qi Lin who was lying on the grass with his legs crossed, and asked strangely.

The so-called those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black. After staying with Qi Lin for a long time, the hierarchy in Tenzin's heart gradually disappeared, and he became more courageous.

Qi Lin held a piece of grass in his mouth and said comfortably: "Tenzin has a guest to entertain today, so my class will be cancelled!"

"That's such a pity!" Tsering Gonpo sighed from the bottom of his heart.

He has listened to the stories of monks since he was a child, but his status is low, and he is not qualified to read, let alone enter a Buddhist temple.

Qi Lin said casually: "If you want to learn, I can teach you!"

"How can this be done?" Tsering Gonpo waved his hands again and again: "I am not qualified to study Buddhism?"

Qi Lin said seriously: "My divine power is not learned from Buddhism, there are not so many restrictions."

He was always uneasy about the strange situation in the western region. It seemed that under the surface of calm, there were hidden secrets.

Therefore, he wanted to do some simple experiments first, such as the spread of different systems of martial arts in the western region.

Tsering Gonpo still hesitated, he never could break through the hurdle in his heart.

Qi Lin was not in a hurry, he just said: "If you want to learn, come to me, my promise is always valid!"

Tsering Gonpo nodded obediently and continued to graze the cattle in the temple.

Qi Lin lay in the grass and continued to sunbathe himself.

Not long after, he felt a shadow covering himself, and asked with his eyes closed, "Have you finished entertaining the people from the General Hospital so quickly?"

The person who came was Tenzin, who sat in the grass and was silent for a while before he said: "The people in the general hospital have traveled thousands of miles and worked hard all the way. After explaining their purpose, they couldn't hold on and collapsed. I asked my disciples to carry him to the guest room. .”

"I'm not very happy to hear your tone. Could it be something embarrassing." Qi Lin was still lying on the grass without opening his eyes.

"It's a letter!" Tenzin said in a heavy tone, and the scroll in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

After hesitating for a while, he stretched out the scroll to Qi Lin.

"Come and see."

"Is this appropriate? Not only am I not a monk, I'm not even from your western region."

"It's okay, just watch!"

Hearing Tenzin's firm voice, Qi Lin opened his eyes. With a swipe of his finger, the scroll opened automatically and floated in front of his eyes.

"Your General Academy is going to hold a Buddhist debate conference?" Qi Lin also frowned.

This conference is not a debate for posterity.

In the debates of later generations, if you say something wrong, at most you will lose face, and people will scold you for a few words.

But in the debate here, if you lose, you will lose your head.

According to Tenzin, when he was studying in the General Academy, he once saw a debate conference where the heads of the losers rolled all over the floor, and the debate stage was stained red with blood.

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