This old nun left the Zenlin Inn, but she didn't believe in evil and looked for inns everywhere, and every time she went to one, she would first scold the Shaolin abbot, and then she was kicked out without exception.

Poor Lin Yi followed behind him, and he was also looked down upon.

There are a total of five inns in Lvye Town, and four have already gone, and the last one in front is called Flinju.

The old nun came to the door of this inn and hesitated.

Lin Yi followed behind her and whispered, "Master, it's already the last one, do we still say the same thing just now after we go in?"

The old nun looked around, and finally sighed: "This Shaolin abbot is hateful, but the means are also quite clever, fooling the people to this point, that's it, this time we will do the opposite, see what treatment we can get."

Although he is still hard-mouthed, the old nun really doesn't dare to go wild, and he doesn't know what kind of demon magic this Shaolin abbot has performed on the people, so many people can speak for him, and he will continue to be tough, I am afraid that he will sleep on the streets.

The two of them entered the inn, and Xiao Er came to greet them.

After ordering the food as before, the old nun said to Lin Yi: "Lin Yi, this time you go to Shaolin Mountain to visit, you have to be polite, it is said that the Shaolin abbot is a person who can communicate with the Buddha, such a person, we must not be rude."

As soon as he finished speaking, before Lin Yi cooperated, a guest over there said: "Mrs. Shi, what you said is too right, the master of the first ring is a monk, you people in Buddhism should really learn from others, it is absolutely not okay to be rude, otherwise the compassion of the master of the first ring will not blame you, but the believers in Shaolin will not agree."

The old nun, as the head of Emei, had heard such words when she had heard Shaolin, a sect that was not in the stream, and others thought that they could not be rude to him in the slightest.

Although there was anger in her heart, after many lessons, she also learned a little smarter, and asked: "This benefactor, the poor nun came from Bashu, and he doesn't know much about Shaolin, I don't know if this ring abbot is really as magical as the legend?"

"Hehe, it's not magical! Tell you, the abbot of the first ring has a great ability, let me tell you this, only you can't think of it, you can't do it without him!".

"Yes, Master, the abbot of the First Ring is a real master, and the one who can talk to the Buddha must be the reincarnation of the Buddha."

"The abbot of the first ring is powerful, there is nothing he can't solve, my daughter-in-law has no children for so many years, go to Shaolin, guess what, hehe, pregnant!".

"What?" the old nun was sweating profusely as she listened, and your daughter-in-law's pregnancy had something to do with the abbot.

Seeing the appearance of the old nun, this person knew that she was afraid that she had some misunderstanding, and said unhappily: "What do you want, my daughter-in-law and I have no children for eight years, and we went to Shaolin Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda to worship Guanyin Bodhisattva, and I got pregnant within a few months of coming back, and you said that the spirit is not spiritual."

"Oh, I see, in this way, this Shaolin is really good."

"That is, if you want to go to Shaolin, you don't have to do it today, tomorrow morning, it's best to set off before dawn, otherwise you will have to wait until the afternoon to burn incense in the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda."

The more she listened to these people, the more the old nun felt that she could not communicate with them.

It's over, these people have all been brainwashed, and they have become lackeys of Shaolin in disguise, and they have become the minions of the abbot.

Although she was dissatisfied, the old nun also had a trace of jealousy, although she was a monk who paid attention to Qing cultivation, but she still had to live her life, and her Emei, as a famous faction all over the world, had never been so sought after by the people around her.

But even so, the old nun was still full of confidence in teaching the Shaolin abbot a lesson.

First of all, the old nun didn't believe in the so-called miracles at all, and with her many years of studying Buddhism, could the abbot still outperform herself in terms of tongue?

Even if she turns her face in the end, the old nun has the confidence to shock everyone in Shaolin.

After all, as the head of Emei, his martial arts must be extremely high.

Early in the morning, Yijing got up early and went to the bell tower to ring the bell.

To be a monk for a day is to hit the clock for a day, this is fate.

The melodious bell rings and reverberates in the Shomuro Mountain.

Now that the Shaolin bell has become a timekeeping standard in the neighborhood, the wife will say to her husband: "The Shaolin bell has sounded, and you still don't work in the field."

The old man will say to the child, "The Shaolin bell is ringing, get up and go to school."

The woman in the Qinglou would say to the guests: "Official, get up, where is the madness of yesterday, see that the monks are all getting up earlier than you."

The Shaolin bell rang, the temple door was wide open, and the pilgrims under the mountain went up the mountain one after another.

Huo Yuanzhen stood in front of his door and watched the pilgrims enter the temple.

Nowadays, there are about 800 pilgrims coming every day, and now in Shaolin, some of them cannot withstand such a large number of pilgrims, mainly because there are too few Buddhist halls.

There is only one Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda for people to incense, this is also thanks to the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda is nine-layered, if the beginning did not draw the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda, then Shaolin at this time absolutely did not have such a beautiful scene, after all, there is no place to worship the Buddha, that can not be regarded as a temple.

However, the construction token of this sect is not so easy to draw, after all, there are still not many opportunities for the lottery.

Now the center of Huo Yuanzhen's lottery has gradually leaned towards the construction of the sect, in addition to the urgent need for an internal skill, the other is to draw more construction tokens and scripture calligraphy and so on.

With August 28 still a few days away, Huo Yuanzhen is looking forward to winning a grand prize to bolster Shaolin's infrastructure.

While watching, two nuns came up from afar.

Huo Yuanzhen felt a little strange in his heart, although monks and nuns belong to the same Buddhist sect, but after all, men and women are different, and they generally don't get along with each other in old age, so as not to cause gossip, how can there be nuns coming to the door today.

After thinking about it, he handed it over and said, "You go and pay attention, what are those two nuns doing in our Shaolin?"

"Yes, Abbot".

"Pay attention to the attitude, it is likely to be a person in the martial arts."

Ikku nodded and left.

Lin Yi followed her master, and all she heard along the way was praise for Shaolin, which made her secretly admire.

Lin Yi has grown up, sixteen years old, and has her own ideas, she thinks that what the master said may not be right, at least Shaolin is very successful, although there is a chance to make money, but the people are willing, and she has also heard that Shaolin is very good for those who are really poor.

Not only can incense be free, but also when Shaolin breaks the fast at noon, it will also let the majority of pilgrims eat for free, and many people eat Chinese food in Shaolin every day.

Although Emei is a big faction, at least Emei has not been able to do this.

But Lin Yi didn't dare to say, the master was too domineering, her status in the martial arts and her martial arts, coupled with that fiery temper, made it difficult for her to listen to the different opinions of others.

The master wanted to train himself to become the next head of Emei, so he traveled all over the world with him, and after coming to Henan and hearing about the deeds of Shaolin, he felt that this was a good negative teaching material, and immediately took himself to Dengfeng.

Master believes that Emei is a big sect of Buddhism in the rivers and lakes, although it is a women's sect, but it is more famous than those men's Buddhism, and she herself has always been a figure at the top level of Buddhism.

Those people were just afraid of the master's martial arts, so they didn't dare to say much, but one by one they had already consciously or unintentionally stayed away from Emei.

It's a pity that the master is still unconscious, and he is domineering and arrogant everywhere, this time he came to Shaolin, and he touched a nail before he went up the mountain, and the people under the mountain did not allow others to be disrespectful to Shaolin.

Secretly thinking about it, it was no longer a wise choice to go to Shaolin, but the master still stubbornly insisted on going up the mountain, and last night he swore in the inn that he would expose the lies of the Shaolin abbot in public and return the people to a good day.

Lin Yi didn't want to come with her, but Jue Min was the master, she was the apprentice, the apprentice had to listen to the master, she had to come, she could only hope that the master could be more restrained, not too embarrassed, and not to fight.

In his hand, he held the sword behind his back, this is the master's sword, a very, very powerful weapon, called Broken Heaven, which is a famous divine soldier in the rivers and lakes.

While thinking about it, Master Juemin spoke: "Lin Yi, look at it, look at it, what does this Shaolin have? In addition to the smooth road wall, there are many trees, there is nothing at all, the mountain gate is quite big, the bell tower is quite magnificent, what else is left, just that one thousand Buddha pagoda can still be seen, I really don't know how such a small temple can attract so many people to incense."

"Master, existence is the truth, Shaolin is so prosperous, there should be his reason", Lin Yi replied in a coquettish voice, although the meaning of the words was clear, but the coquettish girlish atmosphere was still very strong.

"What's the reason! It's just a matter of pretending to be a god, the abbot is also a god, waiting for us to find out."

While they were talking, a monk appeared in front of them.

"Amitabha, two masters, the poor monk is polite."

The people who came were empty, and they were ordered to receive them.

Master Jue Min swept his eyes away, "You are the abbot?"

"The poor monk is not an abbot, just a small monk."

"You go back, you are not qualified to talk to me, ask your abbot to come out to see me, and say that the head of Emei, Master Juemin, is here."

As soon as the choking man's words came out, a trace of anger flashed in Yikong's eyes, but he still said: "The abbot is busy with cultivation, I'm afraid I don't have time to see Master Juemin."

I have been following Huo Yuan for a long time, and the personalities of these people in Shaolin have changed a little, no longer blindly respectful, but saluted first and then soldiers, we have a good attitude towards you, hello, hello, hello, everyone, if you come here to play tricks, sorry, you went to the wrong door.

ps: One more is coming, there are three more today, the poor monk is powerful, everyone is also powerful, click to keep, the recommendation list requires a higher ranking, let me Shaolin go to the next level.

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