Full-time Swordsman

Outside the mountain gate of Putuo Temple.

Several Buddhist elders at the level of enlightenment and Yuhua are arguing with Lin Jichen, wanting to take away the heavenly Buddhist magical power by the power of words.

How could Lin Jichen let them do what they wanted.

Without him speaking, Ren Lan turned into Zhuge Liang and argued with the group of scholars. She was always sharp-tongued, but she made the group of monks unable to get any advantage. Instead, they all blushed and gnashed their teeth.

Lin Jichen didn't say anything, letting Ren Lan be his mouthpiece, while his eyes were always behind the group of monks.

Behind them, there was an old monk with dark skin holding a broom, leisurely sweeping the dead branches and fallen leaves on the ground.

The other party seemed inconspicuous and easy to be ignored, just like an ordinary monk, but Lin Jichen had already set his eyes on him.

He had already discovered that this old monk was not an ordinary person. Although he was not Xuankong, he was equally unfathomable.

The old monk had already noticed Lin Jichen's gaze. He stopped what he was doing, and with a clear and bright look, he sighed: "She has a deep affinity with Buddhism and extraordinary talent. It's a pity that she is not a Buddhist disciple."

As soon as the words fell, several elders stopped arguing, turned around and saw the newcomer, their faces changed drastically, and they hurriedly saluted him respectfully.

"Brother Yuanming!"

The old monk put down the broom in his hand, saluted several people, and then asked: "How can you be so rude to the distinguished guests? And you have violated the precepts of shoving."

Several elders hurriedly bowed to apologize and cried out for injustice.

"Brother, it's not that we violated the precepts, but the woman's words are really... irritating!"

"Yes, this female boxing cultivator spoke rudely, and we are really angry."

"I hope you will understand that such female cultivators must be taught a lesson."

...

After all, they are also Buddhist cultivators in the state of enlightenment. If it were normal times, they would never get angry easily.

But today they met Ren Lan, who was totally intolerant. Ren Lan's tongue could kill people.

Lin Jichen also realized it later and asked curiously in a low voice: "Crazy woman, what did you just say?"

He had been paying attention to the old monk and didn't care what Ren Lan said.

"Nothing, just a simple 'literary exchange' with them, who knew they would get angry at every turn, this self-restraint is not as good as the players of Zuan."

Ren Lan looked innocent, and Lin Jichen's mouth twitched. Well, how could the people of the Eight Desolate World withstand the cultural baptism of Zuan? It would be strange if they didn't break their defense.

The old monk did not comfort them, but said in an unquestionable tone: "In any case, breaking the precepts is breaking the precepts, and you will go back and admit your punishment later."

"Yes, brother!" Several elders, including the fat monk who had just fought with Lin Jichen, did not dare to act rashly in front of the other party and agreed honestly.

After scolding his fellow disciples, the old monk looked at Ren Lan. He bowed politely and said, "Lady donor, the Buddhist place emphasizes purity, and it is inconvenient to receive female guests, so please go back."

Ren Lan didn't want to leave, but the other party didn't give her a chance to bargain. With a wave of his sleeves, a gust of wind rose from the ground, and she was blown away directly.

Ren Lan's eyes were stern. Just as she was about to resist, she felt the pressure of the old monk like a mountain, which made her breathless.

She didn't even doubt that if she resisted, she would definitely not get any advantage, and she might even get hurt.

"You go down the mountain first, I'll be here." Lin Jichen comforted Ren Lan. He knew that this was a little lesson from the old monk for Ren Lan's previous rude words. He didn't stop her because the other party just drove people away without hurting anyone.

"Okay, I'll wait at the foot of the mountain. If anything happens, call me immediately and I'll come to help."

After Ren Lan gave the instructions, he snorted at the old monk, remembered this little grudge, and then went down the mountain leisurely.

At the entrance of the mountain, Lin Jichen was the only one left, but he was not panicked at all. Instead, he calmly clasped his fists to the old monk.

"Thank you, Master, for showing mercy to my Taoist partner."

"Don't you blame me for driving her away?"

"With your strength, there are many ways to punish her, but you didn't do so, which means my Taoist partner didn't make any big mistakes, just said something rude. You are clear about rewards and punishments, and I admire you."

Lin Jichen's flattery didn't have much effect. The old monk smiled and said, "Donor, you might as well speak frankly. You came all the way to Putuo Temple. It must not be as simple as delivering Buddhist scriptures, right?"

Lin Jichen smiled and said, "Master, please forgive me. I came here this time on the commission of Huangfu Song, a senior of the Wuji Royal Family, to Putuo Temple to bring back his younger brother Huangfu Yi."

As soon as this was said, the fat monk and several elders immediately objected.

"Ridiculous! Huangfu Yi has long been a disciple of my Putuo Temple. How can he just leave?"

"Huangfu YiIf you leave, it means you are betraying your master."

"I was wondering why this guy would be so kind to give us magical powers, so he had this idea."

"Huangfu Yi has already converted to Buddhism and does not want to return to the secular world, so why should Huangfu Song do this useless work?"

....

Seeing that several people expressed their opposition, Lin Jichen was too lazy to pay attention to them, but kept looking at the old monk. This person was the one who could make the decision, and others were not qualified.

Seeing that the junior brothers had finished speaking, the old monk also spoke to Lin Jichen: "I, like my junior brothers, also hold the same opinion. "

Lin Jichen would not give up so easily, and said: "Senior, why do you have to embarrass me? Huangfu Yi is originally a member of the royal family. He became a monk just to protect his beloved wife. He is not pure and is greedy for love. He is not suitable to be a Buddhist disciple. For the sake of face, your Buddhist temple still accepts him calmly and uses him as a bargaining chip for your Buddhist propaganda. This is not what a monk does. "

"Nonsense!"

"Nonsense! It's really nonsense!"

"How can we Buddhists do such a thing? You are slandering! "

Lin Jichen's words immediately hurt these monks. They were like nobles whose scandals were exposed. They were eager to defend themselves, but they could not give any evidence and could only be furious.

The old monk said calmly: "Donor, your words are too one-sided. Huangfu Yi came to our Buddhist temple voluntarily. He knelt outside our Buddhist sect and begged. My senior brother Xuankong was willing to take him in because he was sincere. It was not for fame. Besides, Huangfu Yi himself did not want to leave. No matter how you persuade him, it is useless. Why force him?"

After hearing this, Lin Jichen thought that the old monk was really good at quibbling. He simply retorted directly: "He didn't want to leave because you detained his wife. If you release his wife, you will see whether Huangfu Yi will leave or not."

The old monk smiled slightly and retorted: "Huangfu Yi's wife was transformed from a snake demon. Our Buddhist sect suppressed it for its duty and to exorcise demons to prevent it from causing harm to the world. "

Lin Jichen completely lost his patience and raised his hand to interrupt, saying: "Senior likes to argue, so there is no need to argue anymore. Let's get straight to the point. I will take out the Vairocana Seal and exchange it for Huangfu Yi."

"No, the rules of Buddhism cannot be changed." The old monk refused on the spot.

Lin Jichen gritted his teeth, but he had expected it long ago. He guessed it before coming. Fortunately, he brought an important person with him.

"Come out, Orochimaru."

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