Traveling through the heavens starts from practicing swords in the palace

Chapter 43 The Abbot Is a Good Man

Abbot Liao Yuan didn't expect that the important thing Lin Pingzhi said was related to the evil sword technique, and the expression on his face changed even more.

He said: "The origin of the invincible evil sword technique created by Yuantu Gong and the sunflower book of this temple, I did hear my master talk about it back then."

"It seems that Duke Yuantu has also told the descendants of the Lin family about this matter."

"But little donor Lin, you don't have to worry about the rift between our temple and your Lin family."

"Chan Master Hongye left a will before his death. He said that although Zen Master Du Yuan recited the Buddha and returned to the vulgar, what he became famous after returning to the vulgar is the Sunflower Book of our temple..."

"Chan Master Ke Duyuan has been adhering to the righteous way for many years, and he has lived and killed in vain. What he has done has not deviated from the Buddha's will."

"That's why Zen Master Hongye ordered all the monks in our monastery not to go to see Master Duyuan, who is Yuantu Gong."

"He said that martial arts such as Sunflower Collection and Evil-Repelling Swordsmanship were detrimental to virtue, so he burned the original Sunflower Collection left in our temple."

"Strictly order all the monks in our temple not to have the idea of ​​returning the evil sword technique to our temple."

Although Lin Pingzhi heard what he said, he was still skeptical, wondering if the abbot could believe it.

But at this moment, the arrow is on the string and has to be fired.

He said directly: "Hey, the abbot knows..."

"Zen Master Putuo in your temple and his precious disciple, Monk Guangming, just want to steal our Lin family's evil sword manual."

Hearing Zen Master Putuo's idea of ​​using the evil sword technique, Abbot Liao Yuan was shocked and showed a panicked expression.

Seeing his expression, Lin Pingzhi couldn't help but be curious, and thought to himself: "You are such an abbot, why are you afraid of the monks in the temple who are one generation below you?"

Abbot Liao Yuan collected himself and asked slowly: "This matter is really not trivial."

"Did Little Donor Lin misunderstand Zen Master Putuo and wrongly blame his master and his disciples?"

"Although our temple doesn't have as many martial arts cheats as the Songshan Shaolin Temple, the number of them is not small."

"Guangming is one of the third-generation disciples of our temple who is extremely talented. He was allowed to practice various Shaolin stunts since he was a child."

"Putuo Chan Master's martial arts realm is also unpredictable."

"Normally, they would not violate Zen Master Hongye's orders and seek to plot your Lin family's evil-fighting sword manual."

"Could it be that Guangming loves martial arts by nature, and discussed the mysteries of evil swordsmanship with your Lin family, so there was a misunderstanding?"

Lin Pingzhi said: "Definitely not. I heard the master and apprentice conspire to tell the truth about this matter. There is no doubt about it."

Lin Pingzhi then recounted to Abbot Yuan the exact conversation that he overheard between master and disciple in the Sutra Pavilion.

As for the secret book peeking at the Sutra Pavilion, of course Lin Pingzhi would not bring it upon himself, he just changed the location to Putuo Zen Monastery.

Abbot Liaoyuan listened quietly to Lin Pingzhi's narration without saying a word.

After Lin Pingzhi finished speaking, Abbot Liao Yuan asked for a few details.

Lin Pingyi answered one by one.

Abbot Liaoyuan sighed, knowing that this was probably true.

Especially the eminent monk who has practiced many Shaolin skills to the second rank or above, disregarded Zen Master Hongye's death, and went to Lin Yuantu to find an explanation.

Only a few people in the temple knew what the eminent monk said afterwards, let alone leak it to outsiders.

Lin Pingzhi was extremely difficult to fabricate.

He knew it in his heart, and said to Lin Pingzhi:

"Little donor Lin, listening to the details you mentioned, my nephew Putuo may indeed be greedy and intends to possess the sword manual handed down by your Lin family."

"Hey, I'm a monk and all four things are empty. It's not right to be obsessed with martial arts, let alone conspire for the sake of martial arts and swordsmanship."

After hearing what Abbot Yuan said, Lin Pingzhi breathed a sigh of relief even though he still didn't dare to completely trust him.

If Abbot Liaoyuan was willing to stand by the Lin family, things would be much easier.

He bowed and said: "The abbot is indeed a good monk. Please support justice for our Lin family."

Abbot Liaoyuan sighed, and said, "However, Chan Master Putuo is an important person in our monastery, and many important tasks are upheld by him."

"There are monks and soldiers guarding the temple, and there are also several teams that directly follow the orders of Zen Master Putuo."

"This is a big matter, little benefactor Lin, after all, you're just making one-sided remarks without solid evidence..."

Lin Pingzhi murmured that something was wrong when he heard the words, the old abbot seemed to want to shield Putuo.

Otherwise, the abbot can't control the monks in the temple?
Naturally, he only exaggerated because he didn't want to help the Lin family deal with Putuo himself.

Liao Yuan looked even more sad, and said: "Little benefactor Lin, if you believe in the old monk, I can tell Chan Master Putuo about it."

"The old monk persuaded him to be grateful for the relationship between Zen Master Duyuan and this temple, as well as the death of Zen Master Hongye, so don't make things difficult for your Lin family."

"You can relax, even if I am shattered to pieces, I will never let anyone threaten the safety of your Lin family."

Lin Pingzhi could not help being moved when he heard his true feelings when he said these words.

I feel that this eminent monk really does not look like a fake.

But at the same time, he was very surprised, and thought: "Why are you so humble, old monk, how can you look like the abbot of a great temple?"

"Why do you want to convince Zen Master Putuo to protect us even if you are smashed to pieces..."

"If I didn't know, I would still say that Putuo Bald Donkey is the abbot of this Southern Shaolin Temple!"

But of course he wouldn't say it face to face.

Lin Pingzhi clasped his fists and said, "With your words, old abbot, this junior feels much more at ease."

"The Lin family took refuge in your monastery, and you, the abbot, took in you generously, and now you are willing to help us solve our problems. I am really grateful!"

Abbot Liaoyuan couldn't stop worrying, he forced a smile, and said slowly:

"I only hope that Zen Master Putuo can listen to my persuasion, uphold the Buddha's heart, dispel the greed in his heart, and let you Lin family members avoid disasters in the temple with peace of mind."

Lin Pingzhi said goodbye to the abbot, feeling a little more at ease.

But thinking back to what Abbot Liao Yuan said just now, I feel weird again.

I always felt that the abbot of the South Shaolin Temple seemed to be in some trouble.

Well, anyway, the abbot looks like a nice guy.

At least I know the attitude of the eminent monks in the temple on this matter.

Coveting the evil sword technique should be just the evil thoughts of Putuo master and apprentice.

If only to cope with them.

Instead of being besieged by the Shaolin Temple Luohan formation and bronze man formation, or even facing thousands of monk soldiers and crossbowmen.

That's much simpler.

Lin Pingzhi let out a long breath.

Suddenly, I found an "old acquaintance" in front of me——

It turns out that the abbot Buddhist monastery is located next to the gate of Shaolin Temple.

Lin Pingzhi came out of the monastery, thinking about things, and unconsciously walked to the gate.

He happened to meet Mrs. Baihua, who was kneeling at the entrance of Shaolin Temple.

At this moment, he can't protect himself, and he really doesn't have the heart to tease this beautiful and beautiful young woman.

He smiled apologetically, expressing that he was kneeling again unintentionally.

Then he walked slowly, pretending not to see her.

Although he was very curious about the relationship between Mrs. Baihua and that little monk Zongning.

I'm very curious why this plump and gentle woman who can win people's souls away with just one glance kneels here.

But in the end, I suppressed my thirst for knowledge and pretended not to know.

One more thing is worse than one less thing.

He only wanted to pass by Mrs. Baihua and go back to the guest room.

But when he passed Madam Baihua, he suddenly heard Rouji's female voice: "My lord, please stop..."

Turning around in shock, he saw Madam Baihua still kneeling on the ground, but her face was facing towards him.

The style of painting suddenly became colorful.

Up close, I felt a beautiful young woman kneeling on the ground looking up, her eyes were full of anticipation, her lips were slightly parted, her tongue was slightly raised, as if she was calling for something.

Lin Pingzhi missed something he had lost.

(End of this chapter)