The two masters, Dingyuan and Dingtong, with the support of their disciples, came to Dingkong and Ding'an.

Both men had a look of shame on their faces.

After putting his hands together at Dingkong and Ding'an, and saying a Buddhist salute, Dingyuan said: "Abbot, Senior Brother Ding'an, Dingyuan is incompetent, leading the eighteen Arhats, and he can't suppress the green pine nuts, and he will lose face to Shaomu Mountain!"

"No, it's me who is disgraced, I am the first warrior monk to protect the temple, Shaomuro Mountain was easily broken by green pine nuts, it is not good for me to protect the temple, if you want to say that it is a shame for Shaomuro Mountain, I am alone. ”

Dingtong was also full of shame.

"Okay, I can't blame you for this, that green pine tree cultivation is above the two of you, and the dust whisk in his hand is also a good magic weapon of spirit warfare, it's normal that you are not an opponent, don't fight for this!" Dingkong shook his head.

At this time, it is not the time to fight for whose responsibility is greater.

Dingkong hesitated for half a second, and then said: "Dingyuan, you arrange it, and immediately send people to notify the Buddhist sects in various places, and ask them to immediately come to Shaomu Mountain to meet and prepare for the Buddhism and Taoism meeting." ”

"That Qing Songzi learned that we have a real martial arts master in charge, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not have bad intentions, and he will not rob and kill other Buddhist sects halfway, so let them come to Shaomu Mountain as soon as possible to meet, and be more safe. ”

"Yes, I'll arrange it!" Ding Yuan nodded.

"Dingtong, you immediately take the monk to heal the monk, the big war is imminent, the death of the monk is the barrier of my Shaomu Mountain's defense, once something happens, I have to rely on you to protect the Shaomu Mountain. Dingkong continued.

Hearing this, Ding Tong nodded, and immediately left with the injured monk of the temple.

At the same time, the old monk who guarded the mountain gate enchantment returned.

The old monk was helped back, and he was not lightly injured.

Coming to Dingkong, the old monk folded his hands: "Senior brother, it is not good for me to guard the mountain gate, and I have to break into the enchantment by foreign enemies. ”

"What does it have to do with you, Qing Songzi is strong, and even Dingyuan Dingtong is not an opponent, you guard the barrier alone, and it is normal for them to break in, okay, there is no punishment or punishment, you should hurry up and heal your injuries, Buddhism and Taoism will be martial arts in front of you, and when you strive to recover your strength, Shaomuro Mountain will rely on me and other old guys to guard. ”

"Yes!" the old monk didn't say anything more, and turned to leave.

When everyone left, at the gate of the mountain, Ding An suddenly said, "Go and see Lord Lin Chen!"

"Okay, you should also go and take a look, if the senior brother's injury is not for him, I'm afraid it will ......" Dingkong didn't continue, but the meaning was obvious, if there was no Lin Chen, the senior brother would probably have to return to the west.

Ding An nodded slightly: "Well, indeed, I already felt the passage of vitality at that time, and I was ready to sit down, but I didn't expect that he would be hung back with the Fuxi needle method!"

"The Fuxi acupuncture method and the pill he refined, this Lin Chen benefactor, it's not simple!"

Others may not notice anything, but Ding'an has a personal experience.

Needless to say, the eighteen needles of Fuxi are almost the magic skills of the world, just say that the pill that restored him, the effect is extremely terrifying, the key is that those spiritual materials are all ordinary spiritual materials of his Shaomu Mountain.

Refining ordinary spiritual materials on the spot, it can actually refine the Hanging Divine Pill, this method is not ordinary.

Ordinary people can't have it.

Even if he is the first medicine master of Buddhism, he may not have this ability.

Ding'an really wants to see where Lin Chen is divine and what kind of miracle he has.

"He should be in room thirty-six now, let's go, go to room thirty-six!"

Dingkong said, and was about to take Ding'an to the thirty-sixth room, but at this moment, a man wearing a red robe walked out of the apse, and said to Dingkong with his hands folded: "Abbot, the first seat of emptiness has a message, let you go to the Dharma Academy, saying that Lin Chen's benefactor is in the Dharma Academy!"

"Lin Chen's donor is in the Dharma Academy!"

When Dingkong and Ding'an heard this, they couldn't help but be stunned.

How did Lin Chen run to Damo Academy, didn't he go to thirty-six.

The old monk in the red robe saw that the two of them were stunned, and hurriedly explained: "It was the first senior brother who personally brought Lin Chen's donor over, and the first uncle said that Lin Chen saved Master Ding'an, and he was kind to my Buddhism, so opening the Dharma Academy to Lin Chen's donor to practice should also be repaying the favor!"

"I see!"

When Ding'an and Emptiness heard this, they suddenly realized, but the two of them were still quite surprised, the master of emptiness would actually open the Dharma Academy to Lin Chen, which was a bit too important.

After all, the Dharma Academy is the martial arts holy place of Shaomuro Mountain.

The Taoist classics in the thirty-six rooms are all ordinary techniques, but they are just to hide people's eyes, and the Tibetan scripture building of the Dharma Academy is the place where countless classics are hidden.

Even the Zhenshan Peerless Yijin Sutra of Shaomuro Mountain is treasured in the Dharma Academy.

Of course, surprise is surprise, Dingkong and Ding'an didn't say anything, firstly, Lin Chen was indeed kind to Shaomu Mountain, and in addition, the meaning of emptiness, the two of them had no right to question anything.

Emptiness is higher than both of them combined.

"Okay, then please lead the way!"

Under the guidance of the red-robed monk, Dingkong Ding'an went straight to the Dharma Academy.

At the same time, inside the scripture building of the Dharma Academy.

The old monk of emptiness said: "Master Lin Chen, in this Tibetan scripture building, there are a total of 10,000 volumes of scriptures, a total of 8,000 volumes of combat skills, and a total of 5,000 volumes of cultivation exercises.

"Well, don't worry, I won't, in fact, I'm just looking!" Lin Chen smiled slightly.

To be honest, emptiness is a bit too much to think about.

He, Lin Chen, really cares about this little bit of high-grade combat skills and cultivation techniques.

Not to mention that he is now cultivating the Yin and Yang Transformation Dafa, which is already a top-level cultivation technique, which is enough for him to cultivate to an extremely strong realm, and even supports his cultivation to the top of this world.

The same is true for the Beidou Sword Technique.

Beidou Sword Technique, he has only now cultivated to the Tianshu Sword Style, the first sword style, even so the power is enough to kill the innate low-end martial artists, and once he steps into the second style, then the power will only be greater.

This kind of powerful killing technique is already powerful enough to crush any high-grade combat skill in this world.

Therefore, he really doesn't look down on the combat skills and exercises that Shaomu Mountain regards as treasures.

However, Lin Chen was still a little interested.

He still wanted to practice a fist and foot kung fu, and before there were still good weapons to cooperate with the Beidou swordsmanship, fist and foot kung fu was also extremely important to Lin Chen.

"In that case, donor take care of himself!" qualitatively smiled kindly, and turned to leave.