"Senior brother, don't be reckless, the young dart head is here as a guest, how can you do it to the guest?"

"Lord Lin, please forgive me, my junior brother is a martial arts idiot, I can't help but want to compete when I meet a martial arts master, there are few other masters in this temple, so Lao Qu and several junior disciples are often pulled by him to compete in martial arts, and they can't be disturbed. Abbot Huiwen shook his head, looking embarrassed, and several other middle-aged monks also showed wry smiles.

"Master Hui is really temperamental, and it's the first time I've seen someone so obsessed with martial arts. Du Xu could only say with a wry smile when he heard this, looking at the few people in Nan Shaolin, an inexplicable color flashed in his eyes.

"Amitabha, greed, hatred, hatred, and hatred, monks should not be attached, but the world has fallen into the temptation of red dust, and it is difficult to transcend. Huiwen's expression was inexplicable, and his eyes seemed to be painful and regretful.

"Senior brother is persistent, everyone has seven emotions and six desires, even a Buddha has anger, not to mention a person, as long as he can find his true self in the rolling red dust and gain strength in the seven emotions and six desires, he can become a Buddha. ”

When everyone heard this, they were a little surprised and shocked, because it was Governor Tang Huifang who said this, and this middle-aged monk who looked ordinary and somewhat taciturn suddenly said such things to refute Huiwen.

For a while, the room suddenly fell silent, and Hui Wen looked at Hui Fang with a pair of bright eyes, as if he knew this person who had been with him for decades for the first time.

Du Xu's eyes looked at the expressions of several other monks, and suddenly realized that this calm Southern Shaolin might not be as harmonious as it seemed.

The expression on the face of the idiot was a little strange, he had both the joy of being recognized by the partners he grew up with, and some doubts and shocks.

Huiwen was the first to react, after all, being the abbot of Southern Shaolin for so many years, it was just an instinctive reaction that exceeded the accident.

He glanced at Hui Fang and said sternly:

"Senior brother, you have been a little enchanted recently, my Buddha pays attention to the four major emptiness, color is emptiness, emptiness is color. Only by not being fascinated by the seven emotions and six desires and all kinds of hues can we get closer to the Buddha. ”

Hui Fang listened to his reprimand calmly, and with his eyes flashing, he immediately bowed to Hui Wen.

"Thank you for reminding me, I've been thinking a little bad lately, so I'll go back and copy the Buddhist scriptures by myself as a lesson. ”

Seeing that Hui Fang returned to a familiar appearance, all the monks breathed a sigh of relief, only Hui Fang was a little sullen, he knew that the purpose of today's competition with Du Xu had failed.

"Abbot, I'll go back to the room first and salute again, and I'll bother you later. Seeing this, Du Xu immediately made a request, since he decided to stay, he was going to put the things in his hand back, and besides, he felt that the few people in Nan Shaolin should have something to say now.

"When it should be so, Lord Lin Shi, please don't be polite, you see, it's already raining outside, this is God wants to keep you. After hearing this, Huiwen smiled and looked out the window, and then looked at Du Xudao.

Everyone followed his gaze to look out the window, and found that it was already pouring rain in the distance, spreading in the direction of southern Shaolin, and after a while, they heard the sound of the roof "crackling", like the sound of hail hitting the tiles.

.......

Du Xu had already returned to the guest room where he had lived before, put down his salute, stood at the window and listened to the sound of heavy rain, his vision was completely affected, and he couldn't see the scenery more than ten meters away.

But he stared at it in a daze, as if he had turned into a statue, motionless.

The abbot's meditation room, since Du Xu left, no one else left, they were talking to each other about Southern Shaolin, and the atmosphere was no different from before.

"How could you be so enthusiastic about keeping Lin Shao's head, aren't you afraid of any accidents?" After talking about these things, Huiwen suddenly asked and said.

"Several of us have discussed this matter in private, and Senior Brother Hui Fang proposed that if Lin Pingzhi mentions leaving by himself, it means that he has no covetous heart for this temple. ”

"If it is determined that he has no ill intentions towards this temple, of course we welcome him, after all, whether he is martial arts or power, he is one of the pinnacles in the whole world, and it will not be harmful to befriend him to this temple."

Hearing the abbot ask about this, several people were a little stunned, and then immediately opened their mouths to explain.

"Hui Fang, it seems that the junior brother has made great progress and has become a little different. After hearing this, Huiwen's eyes flashed with a hint of discoloration, and at the same time, he wondered in his heart, why did he feel a little unable to understand this junior brother recently.

"The governor's hall where my junior brother is located happens to have some understanding of the forces in the rivers and lakes, and I found that in the past few years, the Haijiao Gang has become more and more prosperous under the leadership of Lin Pingzhi. Not only is he not a loser as people say, but he is also a business expert, and under his management, the Haijiao Gang's sphere of influence has spread to the entire Fujian region. Seeing this, Hui Fang immediately replied with a serious face.

"Oh, so we still underestimate his ability, we don't see that he still has such a big power, it seems that he is also an ambitious person. The abbot was a little surprised when he heard this, and then his expression gradually became solemn, and he shook his head and sighed.

"In the past year or two, there have been some young masters in the Haijiao Gang who are not bad at martial arts, and I suspect that he has passed on his family's sword lineage. Then Hui Fang said a piece of news that surprised everyone.

As soon as he finished speaking, the room immediately became lively.

"What? No way, he would be crazy to do this, you must know that he didn't hand over the sword book during the siege of dozens of masters. ”

"That is, there can't be anyone in the world who is so stupid, who wants to pass on this kind of mastery to others. ”

"Then how do you explain that there are so many young masters in the Haijiao Gang, maybe the Lin family's sword spectrum really has incredible miraculous effects, otherwise Lin Shaodart is so young, but his martial arts are so high. ”

Some believed, others didn't, and several people immediately made noise and argued with each other.

"Okay, don't argue, is this thing true?" Seeing this, Hui immediately stopped everyone's argument, and he looked at Hui Fang to confirm it again.

"It's true, if it weren't for the fact that the foundation of this temple is in Fujian, and I pay special attention to the Haijiao Gang, I can't find this problem, could it be that exercise really has such a miraculous effect?" Hui Fang nodded in confirmation, and finally he looked at the abbot and asked.

"Hey, what an eventful time. Instead of responding to his question, Huiwen sighed and fell into deep thought.

Seeing this, the people who were expecting his answer were a little disappointed, and saw that the abbot was in thought, and left one after another.

The rain kept falling until it was dark, and the ancient temple of South Shaolin also calmed down, and the monks all returned to their houses to chant and meditate.

Du Xu just went to talk to Huiwen for a while at night, and during this conversation, he found that Huiwen's gaze was a little different, as if he was surprised and jealous, and he lost the enthusiasm he had when he stayed before.

Therefore, when this conversation ended hastily, he was a little confused, and felt that this monk of Southern Shaolin was a little eccentric, sometimes defensive, sometimes enthusiastic.

Returning to the guest room with doubts, Du Xu immediately relaxed, he decided to leave tomorrow, and there was not much chance of Nan Shaolin in the future, no matter what weirdness he had.

Thinking of this, he immediately meditated cross-legged, ran the breathing method, and entered a deep rest.

"Huh?"

Suddenly Du Xu opened his eyes, he looked at the sky, it was dawn, just before dawn, and the rain didn't know when it stopped.

But at dawn, he was surprised that a large number of people were surrounding his place.