Traveling through the heavens starts from practicing swords in the palace

Chapter 54
Although Chan Master Liaoyin is of the first generation, he is the elder brother of the first generation of eminent monks.

It is much bigger than the other two of the only three senior monks left in the temple.

He seemed to be too old to move forward, and walked tremblingly at the back.

But no one dared to despise and ridicule him, even Putuo greeted him respectfully.

This is the status of the seniors in the faction.

No matter how awesome you are now when you are young and powerful, there will always be a time when you will be as old as Zen Master Liaoyin.

Respect him now, and only the disciples of the Guangzi and Zongzi generations will respect you in the future.

Therefore, even if Zen Master Putuo didn't think much of these uncles who were senior teachers in his heart, he still had to do superficial skills.

Chan Master Pushen didn't seem to care much about such cumbersome etiquette.

Before he could wait, because the Zen master was slowly approaching, he had already rushed over, nodding slightly to the Zen masters as a greeting.

Guangming said: "Uncle Pushen came here in person, did he also come for the Lin family who stole the secret book?"

"You don't need to worry, we have them under control, we will start immediately to capture them back to the Discipline Academy."

Even though he said that on his lips, he knew it in his heart.

This Zen master, who is known for his impartiality in the Discipline Academy, came here with the elite disciples of the Arhat Formation. It is very likely that he has no good intentions.

Pu Shen snorted coldly and said: "I am indeed here for this matter, but I don't necessarily want to take them back."

When Guang Ming heard what he said, his expression darkened, but he did not dare to say anything more.

But Putuo glared at Pushen, thinking: "You, the deacon of the Discipline Academy, have always been difficult to deal with me."

"I couldn't do anything about you before, but now that I'm the abbot, it's not easy to handle you?"

"When I take my seat, the first thing I will do is to operate on you and make you a guest monk in the temple. You will only be responsible for entertaining guests and taking care of favors every day."

When Lin Pingzhi and the others saw another eminent monk present, they murmured to themselves, "Could there be a turning point for this matter?"

After a while, Chan Master Yin arrived, and beside him stood Chan Master Ding and Puhui.

At this point, the three old Zen masters of the Southern Shaolin Temple and the Zen masters of the common generation who have the right to speak have all gathered together.

When Zen Master Pushen saw Yin, the old Zen master approached and said to Putuo, "Chan Master Putuo, let your people withdraw."

Words are rude.

Zen Master Putuo snorted but ignored it.

The expression on his face remained the same, he just looked at Zen Master Yin.

He said lightly, "What are the old Zen masters doing here?"

Zen Master Liaoyin's face was deeply wrinkled, and he seemed to be nearly a hundred years old.

He slowly opened his mouth and said: "Putuo Chan Master, Junior Brother Yuan Yuan declared in front of Junior Brother Liaokong and me that day that he would hand over the abbot to you..."

Putuo smiled and said: "It is true, uncle. Abbot Luoyuan just announced it in front of everyone."

"Now you help me confirm it again, that would be great."

Zen Master Liaoyin nodded and said, "Yes. Junior brother Liaokong and I really think that you are an excellent candidate to succeed the abbot."

"Here, there is indeed the intention of announcing this matter in front of everyone."

"Since Abbot Liaoyuan voluntarily gave up his position as abbot, and the person recommended is an outstanding Zen master in the second generation, we naturally will not object."

When everyone present heard this, they all stared at Chan Master Yin, wanting to hear what he wanted to say.

Putuo and Guangming had serious expressions on their faces when they heard the words, not to mention any excitement.

Everyone knew that if a few old Zen masters came here just to announce this great event, they would definitely not have one hundred and eight elite disciples of the Arhat formation.

After hearing what Chan Master Yin said just now, it was obvious that there was something in the words.

Lin Pingzhi next to him felt that there was a turning point, because the words of the old Zen master were likely to be followed by "but".

Sure enough, Zen Master Liaoyin said again: "However, today, two nephews, Zen Master Pushen and Zen Master Puhui, came to see me."

"They found out about your taking over as the abbot. But they made it clear that you cannot be the new abbot of our temple."

As soon as this remark came out, the people on the field began to whisper again.

Abbot Liao Yuan abdicated his throne in favor of a worthy person, which was already a shocking thing.

Unexpectedly, there would be follow-up objections from ordinary Zen masters.

Lin Pingzhi thought: "These monks of the ordinary generation seem to look down on each other."

"Is it possible that the Southern Shaolin Temple is going to stage a fight for power?"

"Hey, when they can't agree on a deal and fight, we're just fishing in troubled waters."

Putuo's expression was calm, and he said lightly: "The position of abbot of this temple has always been designated by the previous abbot."

"As long as the designated candidate has not made any serious mistakes and has both moral integrity and ability, others will have no right to interfere."

"In recent decades, Zen Master Hongye appointed Chan Master Du'e to pass on the throne, and Chan Master Du'e selected Abbot Yuan as his successor."

"This is the tradition of our monastery. There has never been a precedent for the abbot to choose the next successor, and it will be invalidated due to obstruction by others."

"Hey, speaking of it, Zen master, you had the opportunity to be the abbot."

"It's just because Zen Master Du Yuan is your benefactor, and his resignation to become Lin Yuantu also affected you from being considered as the abbot..."

Seeing Putuo uncovering old Zen master Yin's scars, several ordinary generations felt uncomfortable and shook their heads slightly.

However, Zen Master Liaoyin didn't take it seriously and said slowly: "What you said, Zen Master Putuo, is true. Our temple does have a tradition of abdication."

"Generally speaking, we will never have any objection to the candidates recommended by the previous abbot."

"but…"

When the old Zen master said this, he let out a long sigh.

He continued: "Hey, Zen Master Pu Shen, it's up to you to say this."

All eyes immediately focused on Zen Master Pushen.

Zen Master Pushen looked at Putuo and said slowly:
"Putuo Chan Master, if the candidate recommended by Abbot Yuan Yuan is someone who framed someone who wanted to steal other people's family-inspired sword moves..."

"Tell me, is it true that such a person has both virtue and ability, and that he has not made a big mistake in claiming injustice?"

Hearing Pushen's words, the Lin family showed joy:

"The 'planting the blame' that Zen Master Pushen said naturally refers to the theft of secret books by the Lin family."

"I just heard that Zen Master Pushen is strict and impartial. Could it be that after investigating the matter, he found evidence that Putuo framed us?"

Zen Master Putuo's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly:

"Zhan Master Pushen, I don't know if what you are talking about refers to the fact that the Lin family stole the secret books of the scriptures in our monastery?"

"This is what I saw with my own eyes as a witness."

"After I informed you of the Discipline Academy again, you went to Lin Zhennan's guest room and searched for the stolen magic book."

"Personal evidence and material evidence are all available. May I ask Chan Master Pushen, what do you intend to do when you say that I have framed you?"

"I see that you are afraid that after I become abbot, you will find out about your dirty work in the Discipline Academy and slander me with blood."

Zen Master Pu Shen stopped talking at this time and clapped his hands. A young monk walked out of the group of monks behind him.

Everyone who knew this little monk knew that he was Zong Ling, a disciple of Guang Hui, a close disciple of Chan Master Putuo.

Zong Ling was fifteen or sixteen years old. He was quite smart and smart, and he spoke and acted decently, so several senior monks had an impression of him.

At this time, Guanghui was also standing behind Putuo, because it was not like Guangming who was able to talk at eye level with eminent monks of the general generation because of his great martial arts, he never showed his head.

At this moment, he saw his beloved apprentice stand up, and hurriedly shouted: "Zong Ling, why did you run there, come to Master quickly."

Guanghui knew that there was a clear distinction at this moment, and there was a lot to say about which side to stand behind. If Master Putuo remembered it, there would be endless troubles in the future.

He was afraid that his beloved disciple would be young and ignorant and delay his promising future, so he reminded him loudly.

Zong Ling ignored his master's call, and said loudly in the eyes of everyone in the audience:
"Master Putuo, under your instructions, this disciple secretly placed a book of demon-eliminating palms into Mr. Lin's escort room..."

"This matter has deeply condemned the disciple, and he is restless, so he has confessed to his uncle Putuo Master in the Discipline Academy."

(End of this chapter)