Traveling through the heavens starts from practicing swords in the palace

Chapter 42 Showdown
But at this time Guangming had turned his head, waved his hands, and said, "Young Master Lin, I was almost rude, please go first."

Lin Pingzhi said in his heart: "Hey, you're a smart dog."

In the last competition, he took Guang Ming for granted and was not really afraid of him.

So it doesn't matter to go ahead.

Monk Guangming showed a meaningful smile on his face and gently played with a Buddhist bead in his hand.

He was confident that the Buddhist bead in his hand would fly out, and the son in front of him would be killed immediately.

But he didn't make a move either.

The two of them thought about their own affairs and came to the Buddhist temple where Putuo was.

The expression on Putuo's face was no longer as kind as before. When he saw Lin Pingzhi coming in, he just hummed.

Lin Pingzhi also remained silent.

I'm not afraid of him, but I have to be on guard at all times to avoid being tricked by these two masters and disciples.

After a while, Putuo said: "Mr. Lin, you old monk of the Lin family have experienced almost all of the evil sword skills of the Lin family."

"But your Lin family's swordsmanship seems simple but complex. A seemingly simple move seems to contain many subtle changes if you think about it carefully."

"I have carefully studied your family's evil-fighting sword skills these days, and I have only understood a little bit."

"I wonder if your Lin family has any secret sword manual or something that explains in detail this evil-fighting sword technique?"

"Based on the content of this sword manual, I can better understand the subtlety of your Lin family's swordsmanship, and better guide Mr. Lin to improve your martial arts."

Lin Pingzhi heard the words and thought: "This old dog seems to lose face, but he expressly wants me to hand over the evil sword manual to him."

"I have to deal with it carefully. It's a day if I can delay it for one more day. I'm not in a hurry to turn against him for the time being."

He replied in his mouth: "Old Zen master, this sword technique is our family's sword technique."

"My great-grandfather passed it on to my grandfather, and my grandfather passed it on to my father. My father taught me how to practice it since I was a child."

"I've never heard of any secret sword manual that explains sword moves in detail."

Putuo smiled, his smile no longer looked like an eminent monk.

He said: "I saw Mr. Lin that you used this sword technique that day, it was extremely fast, even my Guangming disciple could hardly dodge a move."

"If there is not a secret sword manual, then is there some kind of oral mystery, explaining the subtle changes in swordsmanship."

"That's why Mr. Lin has learned the essence of the evil sword technique and can use the subtleties of sword moves."

Lin Pingzhi said indifferently: "It's really not there. It would be great if there is one. I'll show it to Zen Master for you to have a look."

Putuo stared at Lin Pingzhi for a while, as if to see if he was telling the truth.

Lin Pingzhi was not afraid at all and opened his eyes to look at the old monk.

The two looked at each other for a long time.

In the end, Putuo averted his eyes first and said:
"I asked your father, Chief Escort Lin before, and he also said that your Lin family doesn't have any secret books on swordsmanship."

"It seems that what you said is indeed the truth."

"Mr. Lin, the reason why you can use your swordsmanship to achieve extraordinary results is because you have practiced hard since childhood and your talent is far superior to your father."

When Lin Pingzhi heard what Putuo said, he was not sure whether he really felt that way or if he wanted to numb himself.

But since the other party said that, at least he didn't immediately force himself to reveal the secret of swordsmanship.

After a few perfunctory words, Lin Pingzhi took his leave and left, and Zen Master Putuo did not force him to stay.

Back to the guest room.

Rui'er was lowering her head, concentrating on her knitting work, her skillful hands kept busy.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi's return, she said happily, "My lord, I came back a bit late today."

"Have you gone to drink tea with Zen Master Putuo again?"

Lin Pingzhi didn't answer her, but walked gently behind her and sat down.

Gathering a few stray strands of hair for her, he wrapped his arms around her and held her in his arms.

Rui'er has long been used to being so intimate with the young master, she gently tilted her head back and lay on Lin Pingzhi's chest, closing her eyes.

Lin Pingzhi hugged her for a while, then let go of her lightly, and stood up.

Rui'er said: "Master, are you going out again?"

Lin Pingzhi kissed her lightly on the cheek, and said lightly, "I went to talk to Abbot Yuan."

Turn around and leave the room.

After all, he chose to have a showdown with Abbot Yuan.

Although there are risks, it can be regarded as the most profitable option.

Putuo obviously couldn't get rid of it with a few moves of evil swordsmanship without heart.

If it wasn't for Lin Pingzhixu and the snake, he pretended to be very cooperative.

Maybe the two of them, the master and the apprentice, had already turned their faces and started fighting.

For this kind of Shaolin Temple leader, on the surface he is polite with the Lin family, but in fact he is just an ant.

The attitude shown by Guang Ming was the true attitude of their master and disciple.

I was able to maintain a superficial politeness with them, and delayed practicing the Sunflower Book for more than half a month.

It has exceeded Lin Pingzhi's expectations.

But now, it is clear that Putuo no longer has the patience to continue using soft tricks.

He not only wanted the moves, but also the cheats of the sword manual.

This was something that Lin Pingzhi would never have given him.

Of course, he also thought about making a fake sword manual.

For example, hide Zi Gongyi and let him practice until he goes mad and dies.

But if it is found out, the risk is too great, and the other party will become angry from embarrassment, and they may come back madly.

The current situation is that the Lin family is deep in a dangerous place, facing an opponent that is much stronger than the Qingcheng faction.

There really can't be a single wrong move.

After much deliberation, Lin Pingzhi chose to meet Abbot Yuan.

Inside the abbot's monastery.

Abbot Liao Yuan still had a compassionate face, like a very peaceful old man, but there seemed to be a worry between his brows.

He watched Lin Pingzhi sit down and drink tea, and said with a smile:

"Benefactor Xiaolin, I've been entangled in trivial matters recently, and it's been a long time since I invited you distinguished guests to chat."

"It's great that you took the initiative to come to my place as a guest today."

Lin Pingzhi chuckled and said, "Abbot Liaoyuan is being polite."

"I'm not here today as a guest. I have other important things to tell you."

Abbot Liao Yuan was taken aback when he heard that he had something important to discuss, and said, "Is it related to your long-term stay in the temple?"

"You don't have to worry, our South Shaolin Temple dare not say that the rich are one, after all, there is no shortage of money and goods."

"You can live here as long as you want, and you don't have to worry about causing trouble to us."

Lin Pingzhi shook his head, clasped his fists together and said, "The abbot and the eminent monks in the temple let me live in the upper room..."

"The daily meals are delicious, and there are monks cleaning and guarding. We are really grateful."

"But what I want to talk to the abbot is not this matter."

As he spoke, Lin Pingzhi looked at the two young monks next to him.

The meaning is naturally that what I said is secretive, and I don't want others to hear it.

Abbot Liao Yuan understood and said softly: "Zong An, Zong Ning, please go down."

The two young monks said yes and stepped back slowly.

Lin Pingzhi's heart moved: "Zong Ning? Could it be that Mrs. Baihua was kneeling outside the gate of Shaolin Temple to see her?"

"Why is he just accompanying the abbot and his servant looks like a monk!"

But at the moment there are other important matters, and he has no intention of paying attention to what Monk Zongning looks like.

Abbot Liao Yuan waited for Zong An and Zong Ning to go out, looked at Lin Pingzhi, and asked, "Little Benefactor Lin, if you have something important to ask this old monk, it's okay to just tell me."

"As long as the old monk can help you, I will do my best to help you."

Lin Pingzhi pondered for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said: "Abbott, do you know that I, Mr. Yuantu of the Lin family, is Zen Master Duyuan of your temple..."

"What is the relationship between the evil sword manual he created and the Sunflower Collection originally kept by Zen Master Hongye of your temple?"

(End of this chapter)