Under the dark clouds, the drizzle is falling, the Buddhist gate of the Great Ci'en Temple is half-hidden, and two monks are watching the pilgrims walk down the stone steps. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info green smoke curling in the ancient temple, Ye Lin and his party came to the main street in front of the temple, a white-clothed waiter quickly stepped forward to the stone steps of the Buddha Gate, looked at the two monks, a goose yellow monk's robe, a gray novice costume, and then said softly, "Abbot Wuchen can be in the temple?"

"What are you looking for?" The monk in a goose yellow monk's robe put his right hand on his chest, glanced at the white-clothed man under the stone steps, and then looked at Ye Lin and the others on the street.

"Master, our owner and Abbot Wuchen have had a relationship" The white-clothed waiter pointed to Ye Lin on the street and smiled at the monk at the door, "That is our young owner, I want to visit Abbot Wuchen, and I hope the master will pass it on." "More than ten years ago, bandits were rampant in Chang'an, and the Temple of Mercy and Grace was seized by bandits outside the city, and the abbot of Wuchen took several disciples to Wujian Villa for help, and then under the instruction of the owner of Ye Zhuang, Liu Tianjiang led several disciples to drive the bandits entrenched in the temple out of Chang'an. In order to thank Wujian Villa, the Temple of Mercy and Grace will send Buddha tea and some ancient scripture manuscripts to Taibai Peak every year. On the way here, Liu Tianjiang signaled the white-clothed waiter next to him early to come forward to report to his house.

The monk at the door looked at the white-clothed man in front of him and asked, "Dare to ask who your owner is?"

The white-clothed waiter looked at the two monks at the door with a smile on his face, and said quietly, "The master only needs to mention the three words Liu Tianjiang to the host of Wuchen." ”

"All right," the monk whispered to the disciple beside him, and the novice ran briskly toward the temple. The monk in the goose yellow robe gently opened the wooden door, came to the side of the man in white, looked at the people on the street, and asked, "You are also going to Luoyang to participate in the Eight Sects Martial Arts?"

Hearing this, Ye Lin's eyes lit up, and he came to the door and asked the monk, "Eight factions will be martial?

"Yes before," the monk looked at Ye Lin on the back of the white horse, "Look at you dressed as a knight in the rivers and lakes, don't you know?"

"What do you know?" Ye Lin's eyes flashed with excitement, he threw off the horse and jumped off the horse, holding Xiao Hai with his right hand to the stone steps.

The monk hesitated for a moment, and saw that the middle-aged man behind the man in white was staring at him, and there was a chill in his eyes. "In fact, the little monk is not sure, a few days ago there were some people from the rivers and lakes in the temple, and they said that Luoyang Tianxianglou was inviting heroes from all over the world to participate in the Eight Factions Martial Arts. ”

"Really?" Liu Tianjiang's eyes did not diminish in the slightest, and he flew to Ye Lin's side and looked at the monk at the door.

"Lord Liu, I didn't send someone to greet you in advance. An old voice came from inside the temple gate. At this moment, the cold light in Liu Tianjiang's eyes flashed, his face was as usual with a slight smile, and his right hand guided forward, signaling Ye Lin and the others to walk towards the Buddha Gate.

An old man in a red robe appeared inside the door, with a kind face, looking at Liu Tianjiang with an excited face, why did the monk at the door salute and said, "Abbot"

The old man didn't care, just nodded, and then came to Liu Tianjiang and said with a smile, "Master Liu, go inside."

"Master Wuchen, I haven't seen you for many years, but your body is still tough?" Liu Tianjiang clenched his hands into fists and saluted back, "This is the young owner of our villa, Ye Gongzi." ”

Abbot Wuchen looked at the handsome young man in front of him, his face was full of kindness, and he didn't have the slightest abbot's style. "The dragon and phoenix in the real person are worthy of being the son of the owner of Ye Zhuang. ”

Ye Lin bowed to the abbot, and was supported by Master Wuchen, "There is no need to be polite, the Temple of Mercy and Grace can have today thanks to the great help of Master Ye Zhuang and Liu Daxia." ”

"The master doesn't want us to rest for a while?" Liu Tianjiang said with a smile.

"Yes, yes..."Abbot Wuchen led everyone into the temple, through the bluestone courtyard in the temple to the west of the Dharma Temple, "I just received a report from the disciples, saying that Lord Liu is coming, I can come to greet him, I don't know what is important for Lord Liu to come to the temple at night?"

Everyone walked into the Dharma Academy, and Ye Lin behind Liu Tianjiang hurriedly asked, "Master, I just heard the disciples in the temple talk about the eight sects of martial arts, I don't know if the abbot has ever heard of it." ”

Abbot Wuchen did not answer immediately, but motioned to the disciples in the hall to add a few more lamps and candles, and the hall was much brighter. "The Eight Sects Huiwu, it was mentioned by some donors who came to the temple to stay overnight a few days ago, and the specific matter is not very clear, but it is Huiming who takes care of them to rest", Master Wuchen's gentle eyes swept the people in the hall, and did not see the monk at the door, so he lowered his head and whispered a few words to the novice beside him.

Ye Lin led Zhao Xiaohai to Master Wuchen, and Xiaohai was afraid to hide behind him. "Who is this child?" asked Wuchen with a smile.

Liu Tianjiang and Ye Lin glanced at each other, Liu Tianjiang laughed, and then softly explained what happened in Chang'an Mansion today to Master Wuchen. After listening, the abbot sighed, "It's a sigh... Lamentable... Honorable"

"Master, I hope you will invite Master Huiming to come. I want to know a little bit about the Eight Factions Martial Arts. Ye Lin stood in the hall and looked at Master Wuchen's complicated expression.