Huang Lin and Qiao Feng were stunned for a moment by Xuan Gu's words.

Then the two of them looked at each other, and Qiao Feng dodged and disappeared into the garden.

Huang Lin waved his sleeves and robe, put away the tea sets on the table, and replaced them with a new set. The tea in the pot looked like it had just been boiled.

"Master Xuan Gu is here, and the courtyard is shining brightly. Master, please!"

Huang Lin saw that there was nothing unusual here, so he spoke loudly.

Xuan Gu is the head of the Shaolin Discipline Academy, and his status in the temple is second only to Xuan Ci. But to the outside world, there is no Xuan Nan. Xuan Ji has a high status, and even Xuan Du has a higher rank than him.

Therefore, Huang Lin did not go out to greet him, but he only raised his eyebrows a little while speaking.

Fortunately, Xuan Gu didn't care about this. After saying the Buddha's name, he was led to the garden by his servants.

"Xuan Gu has taken the liberty to come here. Please forgive me, Donor Huang."

When Xuan Gu entered the garden, he bowed to Huang Lin and bowed to the Buddha.

Huang Lin had already stood up when he entered the garden and said with a smile on his face:

"How dare you? The incident at Heluo Inn happened suddenly and we were unable to notify Shaolin in time. Master, please don't be offended. Master, please!"

After saying that, he extended his hand to indicate that Xuan Gu could take a seat.

He didn't know the purpose of his visit, so he went in circles.

Xuan Gu shook his head, stood there without moving, and said directly:

"The donor misunderstood. The young monk came here to express his gratitude to the donor."

"Oh? Where does Xie come from?"

Huang Lin couldn't think about it for a while and was quite surprised.

But Xuan Gu said with kind eyes and kind eyes:

"My temple has neglected to discipline its lay disciples in recent years, so that such scandals have not even been discovered in the sect.

Thanks to the benefactor's timely discovery, it didn't cause a catastrophe.

Xuan Gu, on the orders of the abbot of the temple, came here specifically to express his gratitude to Donor Huang!"

Tsk. It turned out to be just to throw the blame away!

Huang Lin secretly admired Shaolin's methods. He probably couldn't figure out the clues behind Lin Cheng. He sighed in his heart, then looked at Xuan Gu with a serious face and said:

"Master Xuanci is seeing someone outside. We are all fellow practitioners, so there is no need to be so polite. It's just that he failed to inform Shaolin, which is really inappropriate. When he is eighteen, Huang should go to Shaolin in person and apologize to Master Xuanci."

After being polite, Xuan Gu said goodbye and left.

It seemed as if he came specifically to thank Huang.

Not long after Xuan Gu left Huang Lin's residence, there was a rumor from Dengfeng City that the head of the Shaolin Discipline Academy personally came to thank Huang Lin for Lin Cheng, Fei Ming and other disciples.

In just half a day, the tide of public opinion in Henan Prefecture had already reversed.

Night falls.

Huang Lin and Qiao Feng were sitting opposite each other in the garden.

Qiao Feng held the wine bowl, shook his head and sighed:

"I never thought that the play you and I put in so much effort didn't have any effect at all."

"Ha~"

But Huang Lin sneered, looked at the bright moon in the sky and said with a smile:

"It just happened by chance. It was just a temporary show. Let's plant a seed and add other ingredients after three days. There should be unexpected gains."

"I hope so!"

When it came to June 18th, Qiao Feng also calmed down.

In today's world, Shaolin is considered the only top force. Although the Beggar Gang is known as the largest gang in the world, it only has a numerical advantage.

Among them, both the top masters and their background are far behind Shaolin.

And over the past hundreds of years, Shaolin's reputation in the world has been really good.

With Ye Erniang's death, he really didn't have much confidence in revenge.

When Huang Lin saw this, he didn't explain much. He just smiled mysteriously and said:

"Brother Qiao, please watch a good show during the introduction."

June 17

Two servants dressed as servants walked out of the courtyard where Huang Lin was.

After wandering around Dengfeng City, they turned into two ordinary people and left the city.

After that, they saw two people holding hands, walking along a small path, all the way to Luoyang, came to a remote courtyard, climbed over the wall and entered.

"who?!"

Hearing the movement, a deep voice came from the courtyard.

"The king of heaven overshadows the tigers of earth!"

"Azi is 1.5 meters tall!"

After the codes were matched, the deep voice seemed relieved and said:

"Wu leads the army to pay homage to his great uncle!"

"No need to be polite, have Duan Yanqing and Yue Laosan come here?"

Among the two people who were admitted to the hospital, one of them, a tall man, touched his face and revealed a handsome face. It was Huang Lin.

Just as he finished speaking, a strange voice came from inside:

"I have been waiting for a long time!"

"That's good. Have you finished drawing your portrait, leader?"

Huang Lin also breathed a sigh of relief and turned to ask Leader Wu.

When asked a professional question, Wu Lingjun straightened his body and stroked his beard and replied proudly:

"Mr. Duan has seen it, it's just the same!"

"That's good, everything goes according to plan!"

Yuan estimated four years, June 18th.

When we arrived at Mao hour, it was already bright.

Early in the morning, Dengfeng City was already bustling with activity.

Heroes from all walks of life gathered together in twos and threes, packed their bellies, and then left the city through the north gate and headed for Songshan Mountain.

The crowds gathered more and more, and by the time they arrived at the gate of Shaolin Mountain, there were actually more than a hundred people there.

The guest-welcoming monk of Shaolin Temple Zhiguyuan received an order a few days ago to politely lead these unnamed wealthy people up the mountain.

The square in front of the Mahavira Palace has also been properly arranged, with tables and chairs scattered around and flags hanging in a row.

"Brother Liu, let's find a place to squat?"

"Haha, what Brother Chen said makes sense. Liu thinks the rockery over there is good, so why not"

"Brother Chen is indeed a wonderful man, let's go."

The people who came up at this time were all low-level people in the world, and they knew well that there would definitely be no seats for people like them on those tables and chairs. Rather than being kicked away by then, it would be better to find a high ground early to see the excitement.

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As time went by, more and more people went up the mountain. By noon, there were nearly a thousand people in the square.

And many of those tables and chairs were empty.

"I heard that the Dragon Subduing Arhat from Qingliang Temple in Wutai Mountain is also here?"

"What's the matter? I saw Nan Murong at the foot of the mountain!"

"Ah? Real or fake?"

"Is this true? It is said that the Duan family in Dali sent people over. Doctor Xue is so proud!"

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The main characters have not yet arrived, and the people in the square are all gathered in small groups, talking about their own experiences.

The Shaolin Temple only sent Xuansheng and Xuanshi, the two younger monks among the Xuan generation, to host the reception.

"The leader of the Qingcheng faction, Sima Daxia, has arrived~~"

As the Zhike monk rolls his name, everyone suddenly becomes silent, knowing that the main show is about to come.

Sima Wei, the head of the Qingcheng faction, looked at the seats in the field, thought about it for a moment, and took his seat at the end on the left.

Zhu Baokun behind him was quite dissatisfied when he saw this, and was about to speak when Sima Wei raised his hand to stop him.
To be continued...