"Little master, it seems that something has happened on the mountain!"

Hearing the hurried bell from the mountain, Lin Sha's eyes narrowed slightly and said softly, "If you don't mind, let's go up together, shall we?" ”

"This ......"

The face of the monk changed again and again, and the rapid bell in his ears made him uneasy, and he didn't know what to do for a while. The sound of the bell on the mountain is continuous, which is the signal to gather the monks of the whole temple. Except for the birthday of the Buddha and the birthday of Patriarch Bodhidharma every year, the temple has rarely gathered all the monks.

Needless to say, something big must have happened on the mountain.

"Little master, are you still afraid that I will make trouble?"

Lin Sha chuckled and said, "It seems that something happened in Shaolin, maybe I can help, let's go up together!" ”

As he spoke, he ignored the entanglement on the face of the monk and walked leisurely towards the mountain with his feet raised.

"Lin Shi ......"

The monk instinctively wanted to stretch out his hand to stop him, but he felt that the forest and sand in front of him had already gone far, and he suddenly hurried up while shouting.

By the time the two of them went up to Shaomu Mountain, the Daxiong Treasure Hall was already bald.

The monk was depressed but didn't dare to shout loudly, so he could only beg Lin Sha not to act indiscriminately, so he was dragged by the division commander into the Daxiong Treasure Hall to strengthen his momentum.

Lin Sha didn't care, and promised the monk not to move around, and followed a group of Shaolin lay disciples to gather in the square outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall and quietly watch the development of the situation.

At this time, the Daxiong Treasure Point was very lively, and I saw that more than 200 monks had gathered in the hall, and the rest of the monks kept coming in. In a moment, more than 1,000 monks in the whole temple have gathered in the hall, and each branch is lined up. Although the number of people was large, they were silent.

And that's not all. Outside the palace gate, there were also hundreds of lay disciples, all of whom were fierce and had thick hands and feet. They are all practicing foreign kung fu and becoming a model, which shows the depth of Shaolin's heritage.

Lin Sha's figure is very conspicuous, and his unfamiliar face is frequently concerned by the Shaolin lay disciples around him. But he didn't think so, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't need to stand on his toes to see the situation in the Daxiong Treasure Hall clearly.

When thousands of monks gathered in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the rapid bell in the temple stopped suddenly, and the sudden purity in the ears made people feel a little uncomfortable.

The monks in the hall all had serious faces, and a solemn atmosphere was permeated, almost making the monks present have the illusion of being out of breath.

While! While! While!

I only heard the bell ring three times, and all the monks announced the Buddha's name: "Nan no Shakya Buddha!" ”

Abbot Xuanci and the three monks of the Xuanzi generation. Accompanied by seven monks, he walked slowly out of the apse. The monks in the hall bowed and saluted together. Shaolin abbot Xuan Ci and the seven monks first visited the Buddha statue in the hall, and then sat down with the guests.

At this moment, the middle-aged monk in front of the queue where the Zhike monk stood walked out and whispered a few words in the ear of Abbot Xuanci.

Abbot Xuanci suddenly got up with a look of surprise, and hurriedly walked around the monks to the door of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, his eyes were like electricity, and he instantly looked in the direction where Lin Sha was.

The two looked at each other, nodded slightly, and Abbot Xuanci showed a happy smile, clasped his hands together and saluted: "Beggar to help Lin Shaoxia come to the door." Your temple is really full of brilliance, and please sit in the hall with young heroes! ”

"Master Abbot is gracious!"

Lin Sha chuckled, and in the surprised gaze of the Shaolin lay disciple who was doing it, he lined up and walked forward. nodded slightly and followed Xuan Ci into the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"Who is that guy, isn't he a lay disciple?"

"What ears do you kid, didn't you listen to what the abbot master just said. Beggar gang Lin Shaoxia, how can a beggar disciple be a Shaolin lay disciple! ”

"No wonder I thought he was blind just now. I thought he was a new layman, just because of his burly figure. Tut is definitely a good candidate for cultivating Shaolin Outer Skills! ”

"Come on, even the abbot master personally greeted the character, do you think it is some unknown junior?"

"That's true, but I haven't heard of a high-level person surnamed Lin in the beggar gang!"

"You elm head, there has been a lot of buzz in the rivers and lakes recently, and the one who is known as the first master of the young generation is not a disciple of the beggar gang and is surnamed Lin?"

"No, he's too young, right?"

"If you are not young, can you be called the first person of the young generation?"

“……”

Because of the personal welcome of the abbot of Xuanci, it suddenly attracted a wave of discussions among the lay disciples outside the hall.

"Everyone, this is the beggar gang Lin Shalin Shaoxia!"

Entering the Daxiong Treasure Hall, some Shaolin disciples had already moved chairs, and Xuan Ci invited Lin Sha to take a seat while introducing it to the monks in a loud voice.

He's Linsha!

The hearts of the monks were shocked, and thousands of blazing eyes looked at each other, and their eyes were full of curiosity, envy and questioning and other unknown emotions, and the atmosphere in the Daxiong Treasure Hall was even more strange for a while.

The shadow of the so-called famous tree, no matter what the Shaolin monks below thought, the seven monks who had just come in with Xuan Ci did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly got up and saluted.

"Amitabha, I've seen Lord Linsha!"

"Masters are welcome!"

Lin Sha didn't hold it up, got up politely and replied politely, only to see that the seven monks were not young, the color of the clothes was different from this temple, it was a guest monk from other temples, one of the monks had a high nose and blue eyes, his hair was curly, his body was very high, and he was a monk. The one sitting at the top was about seventy years old, short in stature, with piercing eyes, and very majestic in anticipation.

"I don't know what the masters call them?"

Hearing this, Xuan Ci got up and introduced to Lin Sha and the monks of the temple: "This is the abbot of Qingliang Temple in Wutai Mountain!" ”

When the monks heard this, their hearts were all in awe. Most of them know that the people of the sacred mountain are extremely famous in the martial arts, and Master Xuanci is called the "descending dragon" and "Fuhu" two arhats, in terms of martial arts, it is said that the people on the sacred mountain are still above the abbot of Xuanci.

It's just that the scale of Qingliang Temple is smaller, and its status in the martial arts is far less than that of Shaolin, but its reputation is not as good as Xuanci, and they all think: "I heard that the people on the sacred mountain think very highly of themselves, and they once said that the monks asked about the secular affairs in the martial arts, and they inevitably fell behind, and they have never been willing to deal with this temple. ”

His face was extremely respectful, and everyone bowed down to salute the people on the sacred mountain.

"The people of the sacred mountain?"

Lin Sha looked puzzled, he really hadn't heard of the name of this person.

However, looking at the people on the sacred mountain, although they are not less than gray, they have a ruddy complexion, clear eyes, and their temples are even more puffed up with the demeanor of a master of internal strength, and their breath is not under Shaolin Abbot Xuan Ci.

Sure enough, there are many strange people in the world, and you can't think that you are strong in martial arts and empty your eyes.

"I have heard for a long time the name of the beggar gang Lin Shalin Shaoxia, and the old monk must ask for advice or two!"

The eyes of the people on the sacred mountain were cold, and they were very dissatisfied with Lin Sha's doubtful attitude, and they snorted angrily and said lightly.

"Be your company!"

Lin Sha smiled and nodded, not caring at all, although the martial arts of the people on the Divine Mountain were high, they were at the same level as Xuan Ci, so they didn't need to have too many scruples at all.

"Humph!"

The face of the person on the sacred mountain was extremely ugly, and he only nodded lightly and did not speak.

The atmosphere in the Daxiong Treasure Hall was solemn, and the monks were stunned one by one.

The people on the sacred mountain are known as the 'descending dragons', and the high level of martial arts has reached the realm of first-class peaks, although Lin Sha is famous, he is also the first master of the 'youth' generation, where does he have the confidence not to look at the people on the sacred mountain so much?

How did they know that Lin Sha had indeed never heard of the name of the sacred mountain.

Xuan Ci and several Xuanzi monks around him glanced at each other, their faces were calm, but their eyes were slightly rippling, but if they looked closely, they could find the joy in their eyes.

"Abbot Xuanci!"

Lin Sha opened his mouth indifferently and motioned to Abbot Xuanci to continue the introduction, he was also very interested in these Buddhist masters.

The Shaolin monks in the hall had a wall in their hearts, and some of them couldn't hold their breath and glared at Lin Sha angrily. Lin Sha's attitude was too arrogant, and he actually regarded the dignified Shaolin abbot as a monk.

Xuan Ci didn't care, his face was detailed and a monk's demeanor, stretched out his hand to the other six monks, introduced them one by one, and said: "This is the master of Guanxin of Daxiangguo Temple in Kaifeng Prefecture, this is the Daoqing master of Jiangnan Pudu Temple, this is the master of Juexian of Lushan Donglin Temple, this is the master of Rongzhi of Chang'an Jingying Temple, this is the master of Shenyin of Qingliang Temple of Wutai Mountain, and the junior disciple of the Shenshang Mountain people. ”

The four monks such as the Guanxin master are all from the famous mountains and ancient temples, but the Daxiangguo Temple, Pudu Temple, etc. have always emphasized Buddhism and light martial arts, although these four monks are very famous in the martial arts, but their position in the temple is not high.

The monks of Shaolin Temple bowed and saluted, and the master of Guanxin stood up to return the salute.

"This is a few other monks of Buddhism, right?"

Lin Sha suddenly opened his mouth with a face full of curiosity, and sensed the breath of these old monks, all of them were extraordinary on the rivers and lakes, at least they were of a first-class level, and he secretly sighed in his heart that sure enough, the religious sect sent masters.

It's just that Shaolin is the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism, and the temples represented by these old monks in front of them are not necessarily Zen people, and I don't know what they are doing in Shaolin?

Because the time is too long, although the plot here is vigorous, but the most brilliant thing is the martial arts conference after that, Lin Sha naturally will not remember these plots.

"Exactly!"

Xuan Ci smiled and nodded, an inexplicable color flashed in his eyes, and his gentle and solemn face made people feel close.

"And who is this?"

Lin Sha nodded with a chuckle, his gaze calmly swept over several old monks, the monastery they were in was famous, but he had not heard much of their names, and turned his gaze to the blonde and blue-eyed monk.

Abbot Xuanci smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to the monk and introduced: "This master is from my Buddha Tianzhu Kingdom, and his legal name is Zheluo Xing. ”

After the monks saw the ceremony, Lin Sha asked with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "I wonder if Master Zheluo Xing can understand the official dialect of the Central Plains?" ”

"Naturally, I understand!" is similar to the foreigners of later generations, this guy speaks in an inaccurate tone, and speaks strangely and unpleasantly.

"Then I don't know which temple Master Luo Xing came from?"

Lin Sha squinted slightly, and with a malicious chuckle on his face, he asked an astonishing question: "I don't know if the master's temple can still hold on, as far as I know, there is almost no place to stand in the Tianzhu Buddha Gate......" (To be continued.) )