The phrase that people rely on clothes may not be accurate, at least for some people, the appearance is just vain, one second he is the devil who does all kinds of evil, and the next second he can also be a saint of all beings.

The abbot of Lingxu is like this, his change, from a sloppy drunkard, to a dusty monk in the blink of an eye, not only made the two girls subconsciously become restrained, but also made Lu Hanjiang slightly surprised.

To be the abbot of Northern Shaolin, it is naturally impossible for Lingxu to have two brushes, which is not manifested in the strength of martial arts, but the change of temperament.

True and false, it seems that it is not clear, just now Lu Hanjiang saw that this Lingxu was drunk and sloppy, full of flowers, and he didn't even think that he was acting, as if this person should be like this.

And now, Lingxu has turned into an abbot monk, and the temperament of the six spotless and the four empty is spontaneously born, so that people can't treat him and the drunk just now as a person.

But the best thing is that even though he has become a monk now, Lu Hanjiang closed his eyes and recalled the drunken ghost just now, and still didn't feel that the other party was acting, as if everything was natural and always revealed his true feelings.

The drunkard is him, the monk is also him, he is the one who sneers at the Shaolin precepts in the flowers, and now he is the one who is dignified and majestic beyond the red dust.

"Old monk, what kind of kung fu are you?" Lu Hanjiang asked with interest.

Lingxu lowered his eyebrows and smiled: "Born from the heart, starting from emptiness, and ending from emptiness, I am who I am." ”

"Stingy," Lu Hanjiang complained, then cleared his throat and continued: "Just now you said that you want to make a deal through me, which seems quite interesting, you might as well talk about it." ”

Monk Lingxu looked at Lu Hanjiang and asked, "Donor, can you tell me your name?" ”

Lu Hanjiang took a sip of the tea on the table, and after a while, he said lightly: "Your surname is Qiao, and the family teacher has white eyebrows, I don't know if the abbot is satisfied?" ”

"It turned out to be a senior disciple of Luo Fuzi."

The Lingxu monk was both unexpected and unexpected at the identity that Lu Hanjiang recognized, and after he muttered a little, he said: "Since he is a disciple of Confucianism, then the old man is relieved." ”

Hearing what the abbot of Lingxu said, Lu Hanjiang couldn't help but be curious: "Could it be that the abbot also has a relationship with the teacher?" ”

"Not really."

The old monk Lingxu shook his head and said frankly: "But Mr. Lingshi's reputation is also a little bit known, and I heard that he also had a disciple in the early years who joined the Jinyi Guard. ”

"Oh, that's my brother," Lu Hanjiang squinted his eyes and said calmly: "The abbot is modest, the appearance of saying three points is really annoying, please don't sell it again, what deal do you want to make with me, and say it bluntly." ”

"The experience of Wu Xian's car is shocking, Shaolin wants to live, naturally can't follow their old path."

Monk Lingxu said in a surprising voice: "Please also ask the donor to convey these words on behalf of the old man, Shaolin is willing to surrender, just ask for a different way of life." ”

"Why should the abbot be vain, Shaolin has been inherited so far, and he has his own heritage, so bowing his head, I am afraid that there is a suspicion of fraud." Lu Hanjiang didn't pick up this stubble for the first time, and now he can't understand the meaning of Lingxu.

Lingxu said calmly: "Lao Qu is the abbot of North Shaolin, and he should be thoughtful about the future of North Shaolin. ”

"The abbot's words, I will forward them to the top, as for how to reply, it depends on the meaning of your lordship." If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, Lu Hanjiang thought about it, and did not accept the surrender of Northern Shaolin without warning.

The voice outside was getting closer and closer, Lu Hanjiang no longer stayed, and was about to leave with the two girls, when he was about to leave the bamboo house, he suddenly remembered another thing, stopped and asked: "I don't know the name of this 'Badao King Kong', has the abbot heard of it?" ”

Monk Lingxu lowered his eyebrows: "The Lingcheng junior disciple of the Lotus Temple is a well-known Buddhist master, and the old man also has a relationship with him, so he naturally knows." ”

Lu Hanjiang looked outside the house, and he could already see the figure of the warrior monk in the temple carrying a stick from a distance, he stretched his neck and looked at it, and said without looking back: "I heard Abbot Lingyi say that there is a Blood Demon Sword Technique of the Demon Dao Sword King Li Ghost Hand in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of your temple, is this true?" ”

The old monk Lingxu lowered his head and was silent for a long time, and then replied: "Senior Brother Lingyi remembered wrongly, how could there be a sword king demon in the pure place of Buddhism." ”

"Really?"

Lu Hanjiang was noncommittal, left the bamboo house with the two girls, and soon disappeared at the end of the bamboo forest.

A moment later, a white-bearded old monk walked into the room, he was dressed in gray monk's robes, and he was dressed like the miscellaneous disciples of the outer gate, but he sat down opposite the Lingxu monk.

"Senior brother."

The Lingxu monk looked at this person and said, "Maybe something can be seen from him?" ”

The old monk's face was sad, and after hearing the silence for a long time, he shook his head: "I can't see through, this person just called himself a white-eyed disciple, can the junior brother believe it?" ”

"I don't believe it." The Lingxu monk replied without thinking.

The old monk's face became more and more bitter, he recited a sentence of Amitabha, and then said: "If you don't believe him, then he will naturally not believe you, it's a pity." ”

The Lingxu monk closed his eyes and sighed: "Maybe there is only one way to try with martial arts." ”

"Taixuan wants to use my Shaolin as a knife, and the junior brother can't be fooled by him to kill people with a knife." The old monk persuaded.

"Senior brother understands," Monk Lingxu's eyes widened slightly: "It's just that what Taixuan said is shocking, but after thinking about it, it is not completely impossible for the commander of Na Lu to show his own landscapes, and to send disciples to walk the rivers and lakes under the pseudonym of Xiaoyao." ”

Tai Xuan told them a lot of information, most of which was centered on this Xiaoyao Sect disciple Yue Lifeng and spread out around, like a spider web.

But this net is too big, how can an impostor have such power, Taiyi's death hooked Jinyiwei, and Taiwei's death made them determine the location of the extraterrestrial spiritual creatures.

It was supposed to be Taixuan's death, but it was stolen from the sky, and the flowers and trees were sent to Wudang a catastrophe.

The Lingxu monk wanted to be tempted, but he was never able to see through his depth, there was only one chance, and he made a mistake, and the catastrophe was no longer in sight.

Whether Yue Lifeng is Lu Hanjiang or not, the Lingxu monk has deep doubts in his heart, and even his senior brother can't fight for him.

"In any case, the time has been lost, junior brother, wait for the next time." The old monk said.

"I listened to my brother."

After the Lingxu monk should get down, the noise outside had already entered the bamboo forest, and the Lingjing monk hurriedly broke in: "Abbot, it's not good!" ”

"The Xiaoyao faction is drinking tea here just after leaving the wind, and it has left at the moment, so that everyone doesn't have to look for it anymore."

Lingxu and the words of the prophet made the Lingjing monk stunned, but soon, he said eagerly: "Abbot, it's not a free sect!" It's the Gentile monks who are here again! The Demon Suppression Tower is lost! The Demon Dao Demon Maiden has been rescued! ”

"What do you say?"

(End of chapter)