Traveling through the heavens starts from practicing swords in the palace

Chapter 26
Lin Pingzhi and the other four people walked along the mountain peak and down to the basin. There was some bumps when going down the mountain.

When we arrived at Depingdi, we saw a pass in front of us.

There is a towering protective wall at the pass, which is guarded by monks like a military pass.

On the city wall, many crossbowmen can be seen lurking, looking alert and on standby at any time.

It was the first time that Lin Pingzhi had personally seen this kind of armed force in the cold weapon era, and he was shocked but also felt a little novel.

At the same time, he thought: "This kind of crossbowmen line up to guard, shoot ten thousand arrows at any time, proud of the martial arts realm in the world, it is difficult for even a peerless master to break through."

Rui'er held Lin Pingzhi's hand tightly, trembling slightly.

Lin Zhennan and his wife also felt great fear, thinking: "If there is a disagreement later..."

"If these monk soldiers treat us as villains, we will definitely die here."

But now that I have come here after going through many obstacles, I feel unwilling to turn around immediately.

Lin Pingzhi shook his heart, lightly shook off Ruier's hand, approached the parapet, and shouted loudly:

"We are members of the Lin family of the Fuzhou Fuwei Escort Bureau. We beg to enter the Putian Shaolin Temple to kneel down to the Buddha and pay homage to all Youdao Zen masters."

"I would like to ask all the monks to report one or two, and let us enter the customs."

Seeing Lin Pingzhi being so straightforward, Lin Zhennan, his wife and Rui'er were all sweating.

But they don't know what better way to do it.

So I had no choice but to go to Lin Pingzhi's side.

Although I know that if the crossbowmen on the city wall shoot arrows, their presence will only increase the number of dead bodies.

However, one of Lin Ping cannot be put in danger.

After Lin Pingzhi finished shouting, a monk came out of the pass, his face was kind and peaceful.

He said slowly: "Our Putian Shaolin Temple has always had little contact with the world and does not accept tourists."

"If the donors want to worship the Buddha and do good deeds, they can go to other temples on the mountain to pay homage."

Lin Pingzhi and the others looked at each other, both happy and worried.

The joy is that this is indeed the location of Southern Shaolin. Seeing the heavily guarded posture, the Qingcheng faction will never dare to come here to make trouble.

What was worrying was that although the monk was polite and gentle, he obviously had no intention of receiving them.

Lin Pingzhi said: "Master, to be honest, our Lin family of Fuwei Escort Agency can be considered a member of the martial arts family."

"Here I have the heart of seeking Buddha, and I also want to pay a visit to the martial arts school of Southern Shaolin with this status in the Jianghu."

He has read a lot of martial arts books, and he knows that people in the martial arts have their own rules.

He clarified his identity and asked for a meeting with the etiquette of the world, but he refused to be convenient.

When the monk heard him talking about Fuwei Escort, his expression slightly changed.

Said: "The Lin family of Fuwei Escort Bureau..."

"Is the evil sword technique handed down in your family?"

Lin Pingzhi thought to himself that this evil sword technique is indeed famous all over the world.

He said at the same time: "The evil sword art was created by my great-grandfather Yuan Tugong, and it was passed on to future generations."

The monk nodded and said: "Since I'm a fellow martial artist, I'll go and inform the teachers in the monastery."

"Please sit on the small chair under the big banyan tree next to you for a while, and wait for my reply."

Lin Pingzhi and others followed his gaze, and they saw a towering banyan tree next to it, with some stone chairs placed under the shade.

It was the end of spring and early summer, and it was afternoon, and the sun was in the sky, and the weather was hot.

Being able to sit under a tree in the shade is a wonderful thing for the four who have been running for their lives for several days.

So even though the stone chairs were simple, they didn't mind. After saluting and thanking the monk, they sat aside and waited.

After a cup of tea, the monk went back and forth, accompanied by a gray-clothed monk.

The gray-clothed monk looked to be in his twenties, his face was thin and fleshless, and he had a harsh expression.

He had an unpleasant appearance and an evil look on his face. He was the first to say, "Are those people over there from the Lin family or the Mu family?"

Lin Pingzhi saw that he was so arrogant and his words were not condescending, so he couldn't help but retorted.

Lin Zhennan patted his son on the shoulder hurriedly, stood up, cupped his hands and said, "We are from the Lin family of Fuwei Escort Bureau."

Then he said the names of the four people on his side, and asked: "May I ask the name of the eminent monk?"

The grey-clothed monk with an unfriendly expression raised his head and snorted, but did not answer.

It obviously means that you are not worthy to ask me my name.

The monk who sent the message before hurriedly smoothed things over and said: "Boss Lin, this is my junior brother Guangming."

"He is a direct disciple of Zen Master Putuo, the second generation of eminent monk in our temple."

"Zen Master Putuo is very happy to know that distinguished guests from the Fuwei Escort Company have come to our Putian Shaolin Temple."

"So I asked Junior Brother Guangming to come out and meet a few people on his behalf and send him a reply."

Lin Zhennan and the others were very happy to hear his relief.

I thought to myself that since Zen Master Putuo asked his direct disciples to come out to meet us, there might be a good chance of coming to the temple.

The four of them all looked at Guangming, the gray-robed monk, and listened to what he was telling Zen Master Putuo to say.

A little bit of flesh on Guangming's face twitched sideways, showing a more ferocious look.

He snorted twice more and then said:
"What my master means is that if I came out on his behalf and met people from your Lin family or Mu family, it will be considered that we have fulfilled the courtesy of the world."

"It is the senior masters of Wudang, Beggars' Clan, and Wuyue Sword Sect who want to visit our Putian Shaolin Temple..."

"You have to place a gift card first, and you can only enter after we reply."

"I've never heard of your Fuwei Escort Agency."

"Let's go far away quickly, don't let outsiders see, saying that the people in Putian Shaolin Temple are committed to making friends with all kinds of stinky fish and shrimp."

After finishing speaking, Guangming turned back into the pass, and while spitting, he said to himself:
"I really don't know the seriousness, a stinky dart walker dares to come to see the eminent monk of our temple."

"I'm still tired. I ran all the way in the hot weather to come out and answer on behalf of the teacher, bah."

Although he was talking to himself, his voice happened to reach everyone's ears.

Obviously, he said it loudly without any scruples, so that everyone could hear it.

When did Lin Pingzhi suffer this kind of grievance?
Immediately, he was furious, and couldn't help but wanted to draw out his long sword, rushing to stab the smelly monk twice.

Rui'er held his hand in a considerate manner, and said softly: "My lord, I have to bow my head under the eaves."

"We don't have the same knowledge as this evil monk."

The good monk before didn't expect his junior brother to hurt someone face to face like this, so he smiled awkwardly.

"Everyone, I'm really sorry, my junior has been gifted since he was a child, and he is deeply loved by our master, so he has a straightforward temper."

"Putuo Chan Master did not mean to underestimate you, but our temple does not accept foreigners easily, please forgive me."

The four of them looked at each other in blank dismay, and they all knew that the original words of Zen Master Naputuo would not be as harsh as that of Monk Guangming.

But when you think about it, it's almost the same. Obviously, there is no intention of letting them enter the temple.

Not to mention being willing to let them stay for a while.

Lin Zhennan shook his head, he had already expected this situation.

After all, he gave gifts to the Qingcheng, Emei and other martial arts schools in Sichuan all the year round, and it was difficult to establish a relationship.

As for the higher-level sword sect like the Five Sacred Sword School, he knew he was not worthy of friendship, so he didn't even dare to give gifts.

Look at the momentum of the Putian Shaolin Temple, it is indeed a branch of the world's largest sect.

How could they look down on Fuwei Escort?

Lin Zhennan shook his head, feeling miserable and wanting everyone to leave and find another place to hide.

However, at this moment, Lin Pingzhi said to the good monk indifferently:

"Master, please go and report again, my great-grandfather Yuantu Gong left from your Putian Shaolin Temple."

"Before he returned to secular life, he was named Du Yuan, and he was your proud disciple of Zen Master Hongye."

(End of this chapter)