Returning to Shaolin from Zhongnan Mountain, it was already dusk, and the golden-eyed eagle swooped down from the clouds, Huo Yuan really wanted to experience the feeling of a fighter jet.

The location he chose was near the Scripture Pavilion, because the environment here was quiet and there were few people, so it should not be discovered.

This sneaky thief is used to doing it outside, and he has developed a problem, and he still does the same when he returns to his own territory, but he doesn't know it.

Just before he was about to land, he suddenly heard a nameless voice in his head: "I'm back." ”

Before Huo Yuanzhen could land, he was startled by Nameless's sudden speech, and almost fell off the back of the Golden-Eyed Eagle.

It turned out that Nameless had returned from Southern Shaolin, and his bad habits were difficult to change, so he always used this way of voice transmission to talk to himself, bullying himself for not being able to talk to him.

However, today is different from the past, Huo Yuanzhen has already cultivated the fourth layer of Sanskrit, and he can directly speak into anyone's mind within five hundred meters, and now he is not far from the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and Nameless must also be within his attack range.

After quietly brewing for a while, Huo Yuanzhen condensed a trace of the power of the lion's roar, looked for the direction of the source of the nameless voice, and suddenly roared!

There were no words, just the sound of a lion's roar, which directly hit Nameless.

I don't know if my Fanqing is effective for the innate perfection of namelessness, but no matter what, let's try it first.

As soon as the voice came out, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and Huo Yuanzhen didn't know the effect, but anyway, he was roaring, and Nameless always used this trick to play tricks on himself, and it was time for him to fight back.

The golden-eyed eagle hovered and landed on the nameless side, and there was no movement for a long time.

It wasn't until Huo Yuanzhen walked towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion that the nameless voice came again: "The abbot's skills have not improved much, and I have learned a lot of this crooked and evil method, which is gratifying."

Nameless knew very well that Huo Yuanzhen had not entered the innate realm, so he said that Huo Yuanzhen's skills had not improved.

Huo Yuanzhen's fourth layer of Sanskrit sound can not speak freely, this is a limitation of Sanskrit sound, Sanskrit sound only reaches the fifth layer, that is, after a radius of three thousand meters, it can be regarded as real practical, at that time Sanskrit sound has the characteristics of sound transmission into the secret, not only can speak freely, but also do not want anyone to hear, no one can hear.

At that time, he will be lying in the abbot's courtyard, and he can talk freely with the nameless and no third person will know.

Nameless spoke to himself again Huo Yuanzhen was about to roar again, but Nameless's voice came again: "The same method is ineffective for the second time." ”

Hearing the nameless words, Huo Yuanzhen smiled secretly in his heart, it seemed that the first time it was effective.

can make the nameless little suffer a dark loss, Huo Yuan is really happy in his heart, after all, it is congenital perfection, not everyone can make the nameless little suffer.

I came to the door of the Scripture Pavilion and walked in.

In the Scripture Pavilion, Nameless was sitting on a rocking chair, swaying up and down leisurely.

Seeing Huo Yuanzhen coming in, Nameless pointed to the side casually, and Huo Yuanzhen also sat down.

"When did the elder come back?"

"It's been days. ”

Nameless replied, and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "The lamp guarding the Scripture Pavilion is good, at least I haven't lost the scriptures." ”

Huo Yuanzhen didn't know that the unknown monk Zhu Yuan at the mountain gate had stolen the scriptures, but it didn't matter if he knew it or not, so it didn't matter if he didn't mention it.

"Elder Nan Shaolin and his entourage have ever seen Master Kongfan?"

"See. ”

Nameless glanced at Huo Yuanzhen and said: "Master Kongfan said that the Xuan Ming you inherited from your teacher is his apprentice Ming Xuan, it can be seen that Songshan Shaolin is from the Southern Shaolin lineage, and he hopes that you can go to Southern Shaolin and return to the master." ”

"Return to the Teacher!"

Huo Yuanzhen's face sank suddenly, he originally had a good impression of the Kongfan Divine Monk, but when he heard Wuming say this, this impression immediately dropped one hundred and eighty degrees. ...,

Of course, what Kong Fan is talking about is the matter, his master is indeed his disciple, and his Shaolin Temple is indeed from the inheritance of Southern Shaolin.

But the problem is that Huo Yuan is really a traverser, when he walked through, Xuan Ming was already dead, he had never seen Xuan Ming, and he had never said a word to Xuan Ming, where would there be any master-apprentice friendship.

And the Shaolin Temple built by himself, with the abbot system and his own hard work, was built single-handedly, and in fact, it had nothing to do with Xuanming.

Kong Fan wants to return to Southern Shaolin and return to Shimen, and it is likely that the Shaolin Temple he founded will become a vassal of Southern Shaolin.

The temple can't be moved, people can move over, and even if people don't go over, I'm afraid they will let themselves worship under someone's door, and then exist in the form of a South Shaolin Temple.

In an instant, Huo Yuanzhen thought of many bad possibilities, but he didn't come up with a possibility that returning to the master would be beneficial to him.

Another point, looking at the nameless look, it seems that there is no objection to this matter.

It is normal for him not to object, not to mention his friendship with the empty monks, mainly in the hearts of people in this era, for returning to the master, recognizing the ancestors and returning to the ancestors, this set of thinking is a matter of course, in the eyes of the nameless, he is indeed a teacher of Nan Shaolin, this is a fact.

Huo Yuanzhen is now dumb and eats coptis, and he can't say that he is bitter.

He can't tell the fact that he is a time-traveler, and if he says it, he is afraid that it will be a joke, and no one will believe it at all.

If you don't agree, you will lose first in terms of righteousness, so Huo Yuan is really embarrassed about this matter.

One of the tasks of the system is to make Shaolin Temple the first major faction in the world, referring to the Shaolin Temple in Songshan, Henan.

Instead of Southern Shaolin, if you return to Southern Shaolin, the system task will not be completed, so this thing is absolutely unacceptable.

However, we still have to study carefully how not to accept the law and what reasons to use, and if we refuse it rashly, our own reasons are still not sufficient.

Seeing that Huo Yuanzhen had been hesitating and didn't speak, he said namelessly: "Lao Qu also once said to the Kongfan Monk that you have spent countless hearts and minds for the Songshan Shaolin Temple, and I am afraid it will not be good to be subservient, but the Kongfan Monk told me that the credit for the development of the sect is yours, and no one will rob you, but you can't forget the master because of this." ”

Huo Yuanzhen nodded, and did not discuss this matter more, but said to Nameless: "This matter is not in a hurry, do the elders know about Dongfang Ming's declaration of our Shaolin as a cult?"

"I know, Lao Wei also knows about the Tianshan Mountains, and you have done a very good job. ”

"What does the elder think?"

"This is your abbot's business, Lao Qu's task is to ensure that the foundation of Shaolin is not shaken, and the rest is ignored, call you over, that is, to tell the abbot the meaning of the monk Kongfan, and the abbot will consider other things himself, Lao Qu is going to sweep the floor. ”

After finishing speaking, Nameless picked up his broom, slowly walked out of the Scripture Pavilion, and really went outside to sweep the floor.

Seeing that Nameless just brought a notice to himself, Huo Yuanzhen was also a little helpless.

However, Nameless still revealed a message to himself, that is, no matter what Dongfang Ming wanted to do to Shaolin, he would finally ensure that the foundation of Shaolin would not be shaken.

This is also a reassuring pill, but the rest of the things, Nameless will definitely not care, and Huo Yuanzhen needs to figure out his own way.

Getting up and leaving the Scripture Pavilion, Huo Yuanzhen walked slowly in the courtyard of the Shaolin Temple.

It's dusk now, there are no pilgrims outside, some are Shaolin disciples, and when they see the abbot back, they are all surprised.

Huo Yuanzhen came all the way to the temple gate and saw Jueyuan slowly closing the temple gate.

Jueyuan's task is to ring the bell in the morning, then open the door to welcome customers, and close the door at night, and ring the bell again. ...,

Seeing Huo Yuanzhen coming, Jueyuan said with great joy: "Abbot, you are back." ”

"How did you feel about your time in Shaolin?"

"The days were good, laid back, just. ”

"It's just that I'm still thinking about the Northern Shengong in the Tianshan Heavenly Pool. ”

"Abbot Mingjian, that is the martial arts given by Jueyuan's original master, Jueyuan really wants to take it back. ”

Huo Yuanzhen nodded: "Your time in my Shaolin is not short, since this is the case, then you come with the poor monk, I will teach you the first two volumes of the Jiuyang Sutra, you already have a deep foundation of internal strength, it is estimated that it will not take long to learn the first two volumes." ”

"Thank you, Abbot!"

Jueyuan's eyes lit up, and the abbot was finally going to teach himself the Jiuyang Sutra, so that as long as he completed his own learning, he could go to Tianshan Tianchi and dive into the lake to find the Northern Shengong.

Closing the temple door, Jueyuan did not follow Huo Yuanzhen to the abbot's courtyard immediately, but first went to the bell tower to hit the bell, the bell was melodious, the rhythm was slow, and he did not hear the eagerness.

Huo Yuanzhen nodded secretly, Jueyuan's cultivation of the mind was doing well, and he was also relieved that his Jiuyang True Scripture was taught.

After striking the bell, Jueyuan got down from the bell tower and followed Huo Yuanzhen back to the abbot's courtyard.

After arriving at the Abbot's Courtyard, Huo Yuanzhen asked Jueyuan to wait, and he first put away the fourth Blood Demon Remnant Map he obtained, which was the most precious thing, and it was very important and could not be lost.

Then he took out the first and second volumes of the Jiuyang True Scripture, and Huo Yuanzhen walked out.

Jueyuan took the scriptures with a heart, and his excitement was overflowing.

"Abbot, this kindness of inheritance, just like the master, Jueyuan really doesn't know how to repay it.

Huo Yuanzhen waved his hand and said to Jueyuan: "You are now my Shaolin disciple, and the poor monk is the abbot, so you naturally have the responsibility to make the disciple's skills go to the next level, and you can accept it with confidence." ”

Jueyuan put away the scriptures, thought about it, and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Abbot, after Dongfang Ming announced that our Shaolin was a cult, now it has spread on the rivers and lakes, and this matter has a great impact on our Shaolin. ”

Huo Yuanzhen had just come back, and he hadn't learned the details yet, and when he heard what Jueyuan said, he wanted to have a good understanding of the situation, sat down, and said to Jueyuan: "What are the influences? You and Dongfang Ming are senior brothers, what do you think about this, let's hear it." ”...... ，