I asked you to play a dungeon, why don't you just raise the BOSS here?

Chapter 112 Southern Shaolin, Soul Transferring Technique
  four months later
  "There are still two months left before we can return. Let's go there as soon as possible and reserve some time to prepare for changes."

Lin Xuan finished explaining the follow-up matters to Xue Qianxun and looked at Yao Yue.

In these four months, he had completed some necessary work and planning.

The rest of the time was spent studying the Nine Yin Scriptures contained in the ancient tomb with Yao Yue.

He also practiced the internal skills inside to the point where he can enter the palace.

Relying on the miraculous effect of the combination of movement and stillness in "Easing Muscles and Forging Bones", the nameless internal energy in Lin Xuan's body gradually turned into Nine Yin True Qi, and his physique, energy and blood were significantly improved.

The four basic attributes all exceeded 200, and the internal strength was close to 300.

After circulating the Nine Yin Qi, Lin Xuan also seemed to be more and more ethereal and unpredictable, with no trace to be found.

When meditating in the wild, you encounter snakes, insects, birds and beasts.

Lin Xuan didn't pay attention at all, the animals would just swim away from him, as if he didn't exist.

Well, it really doesn’t exist.

Thinking of this, Abbot Duwen broke into cold sweat on his back.

"You... hello!"

"Well, we can just go there, and most of the others won't be of use."

The moment he entered the door, Abbot Duwen's pupils suddenly shrank.

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  Putian, Southern Shaolin
  In the early Tang Dynasty, Emperor Taizong Emperor Li Shimin ordered Abbot Tanzong of Northern Shaolin to build a Shaolin Temple in the south because of the meritorious service of the Thirteen Stick Monks in saving the Lord of Tang Dynasty.

The man has an extremely handsome appearance, an ethereal temperament, and a friendly smile.

He was horrified to find a young man wearing a scholar's robe sitting quietly at the desk, looking at him with a smile.

However, he must be at least a master of the level of Evil King Shi Zhixuan.

Lin Xuan could accept the abbot's questioning or even attacking him directly.

In the normal sparring, which is not so serious, it can also be played back and forth.

Lin Xuan tried it. If he really moved a large stone as big as his body, birds and puppies would poop and pee on it.

But he is a low-key man, staying in the temple all day long and rarely appearing in the world.

"Is this guy the ultimate master of my Shaolin family?"

Its martial arts are in the same line as Songshan Shaolin. It is the birthplace of "Southern Boxing" and has produced many heroes over the past thousands of years.

Decades of service as abbot have made his life extremely regular.

"No! In addition to being handsome and having a good temperament, this guy also has a murderous aura around him!"

"Could it be that this person is a killer from the imperial court and is here to kill me?"

He quietly appeared in the other party's meditation room, which was actually a bit provocative.

"???"

It was as if the other party had completely integrated into this ancient Shaolin temple.

Lin Xuan was stunned and stood up speechlessly.

For now, there should still be some distance to go.

If Lin Xuan took action seriously, even Xiang Wentian wouldn't be able to take his move.

Even if most opponents see themselves, they won't be able to sense their existence.

Abbot Duwen forced a smile on his face, and without waiting for Lin Xuan to speak, he turned around and used Qinggong to run away like a rabbit.

Yaoyue nodded, her expression still cold.

"Ok?"

Lin Xuan estimated that if this road continues...

As night fell, Zen Master Duwen completed his day's work.

It's like seeing a ghost in the daytime.

Before he opened the door, he didn't feel any unusual breath.

The contemporary Southern Shaolin Master Duwen Zen Master is the younger brother of the former Duyuan Zen Master Lin Yuantu in terms of seniority.

But what really scares Du Wen is...

Lin Xuan didn't know how much success she had exerted.

However, this girl looked like she didn't care much.

“I don’t even know how many people have been killed!”

There is no point in comparing it to others.

After eating some snacks, he opened the door of his meditation room while humming a tune.

At this time, Lin Xuan could barely keep up with Yao Yue's speed.

"So, tonight is the day I die!"

But this guy's reaction was to turn around and run away...

It’s really a bit out of line!

"Why are you running?"

Seeing Abbot Duwen pumping his energy, he ran faster and faster.

Lin Xuan was helpless, so he had no choice but to step on the ground, condensing the instantaneous burst of energy and blood into his feet.

The next moment, Lin Xuan's figure flashed, appearing behind Abbot Duwen as if shrinking to the ground, and pressed down with a palm.

"Why are you so fast?"

Abbot Du Wen was shocked and turned pale. He hurriedly turned around and moved his palms to meet him with a large Prajna Palm style.

The two palms collided together, and Abbot Duwen groaned, releasing a breath of true energy.

The next moment, Abbot Duwen's feet softened and he sat down on the ground.

This is the eleventh palm in the Dragon Subduing Palm, which is "sudden" and combines hardness and softness.

Abbot Duwen blocked the force, but was unable to resolve the soft force that followed.

With one move, he suffered a moderate loss.

"Are you still running..."

Lin Xuan stopped, looked at Abbot Duwen sitting on the ground, and frowned.

One thing to say is that this old monk's martial arts are actually quite good and his skills are quite profound. Even though I didn’t use my full strength with this palm.

But this guy just fell down, and he was at least a master of Xiang Wentian's level.

In today's arena, he can easily be ranked in the top ten.

Unexpectedly, such a master can be so cowardly?

No wonder there are no masters from Southern Shaolin officially appearing in the entire book Xiaoao.

It turns out that this sect is still playing Gou Daoliu.

It's a pity to be a mixed martial artist, the prehistoric era should be your home court.

"Don't run away, don't run away! The young monk was distracted for a moment, and that's why he offended the donor...offended the mighty man!"

Abbot Duwen felt the huge coercion on Lin Xuan's body, and his heart tightened with fear, and he quickly said: "The young monk was greedy for some incense money before, I am willing to give it with both hands, and I also ask the hero to spare the young monk's life!"

"...Are you really the abbot of Southern Shaolin?"

A cold voice sounded, and Yaoyue appeared in front of Abbot Duwen, frowning.

"The two heroes think that the young monk is, and the young monk is."

Abbot Duwen shrank his neck and said quickly.

"……It's up to you."

Yao Yue sighed and sent a message to Lin Xuan.

Judging from this old monk's skill and cultivation, he should indeed be a master...

But Yao Yue also found this performance a bit difficult.

"Master, get up and talk..."

Lin Xuan said calmly: "By the way, Master's martial arts should make it impossible to escape. Master, don't make any mistakes."

"The two heroes are incredible, the old... the young monk doesn't dare to run away."

Abbot Duwen patted his butt and climbed up, with a smile on his face: "I wonder what we call these two heroes?"

"I am Lin Xuan, the leader of the Sun and Moon Sect. This is Miss Yaoyue, the leader of the Five Sacred Sword Sect..."

"It turns out to be Hero Lin and Hero Yao Yue!"

Abbot Duwen had a look of fear in his eyes, and his whole body trembled slightly: "The young monk has heard about the names of these two heroes for a long time. It turns out that they are talented and beautiful, with a golden wind and jade dew."

Yaoyue: "..."

"If you can't speak, don't speak..."

Lin Xuan sighed: "I am looking for you this time to ask you some questions."

As the leader of the Demon Cult, his reputation in Baidao is almost normal.

But it seems that Yaoyue's reputation isn't very good either.

Looking at the old monk's expression, seeing the majestic leader of the Five Mountains Sword Sect was like seeing a female devil.

"Oh, that's it. The young monk also thinks that his martial arts skills are low, so how can he be qualified to let you two take action?"

Abbot Duwen shrank his neck again, and felt a little happy: "Don't worry, you two, the young monk will tell you everything he knows, and he will tell you everything!"

As the abbot of Southern Shaolin, he is well-informed.

Hearing the names of Lin Xuan and Yao Yue, he gave up all plans to resist.

"Nothing else, take us to see Zen Master Hongye."

"what?"

Abbot Duwen was shocked: "Hong...Uncle Hongye passed away more than thirty years ago."

"Really?"

"Monks don't lie!"

"This is a bit difficult to handle. Before Dongfang Bubai died, he told me that Zen Master Hongye was still alive."

Lin Xuan said calmly: "Could it be that he was still lying to me before he died?"

"This……"

Abbot Duwen showed a flattering smile on his old face: "The Eastern Donor is also a peerless master. Peerless masters often act in an eclectic way, and the young monk dare not speak nonsense."

"Okay, I probably understand why you are the abbot."

"Although his martial arts skills are acceptable, he is greedy for life and afraid of death, and he has no means."

Lin Xuan shook his head: "For Zen Master Hongye, he is indeed a good puppet candidate."

"Lin... Daxia Lin is joking."

Abbot Duwen was silent for a moment, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"There's no need to talk nonsense to him. There are still several heads of deans in Southern Shaolin. Let's ask them one by one later to see if Hong Ye is really dead or fake."

Yao Yue said coldly: "If this monk is purely deceitful, just send him to see Tathagata Buddha."

"Don't! They don't know that Uncle Hongye is in the Back Mountain Bamboo Forest...Huh? You!"

Abbot Duwen was horrified and stared at Lin Xuan with a panicked expression.

Yao Yue: "..."

"I've said it all, so let's lead the way."

Lin Xuan flicked his sleeves and said with a half-smile.

Just then Du heard that the abbot was in a panic, so he used the soul-moving method contained in the Jiuyin Sutra to invade the other party's spirit.

It turned out that this old monk had a weak will and a completely poor spiritual cultivation...

He succeeded easily.

The whole process was so smooth that Lin Xuan felt speechless.

"Amitabha! The past caused today's consequences. Even though Master Hongye is a generation of eminent monks, he cannot escape the reincarnation of cause and effect."

"Today must be the great calamity for my uncle. I can only go there personally to deal with it. The young monk's cultivation is shallow and he can't resolve it at all."

Abbot Duwen thought for a moment, and his expression became relaxed: "You two are coming with the young monk."

"..."

(End of this chapter)