Chapter 244 The Final Battle of Shaolin Part 2

Huang Lin understood clearly when he heard the people on the sacred mountain calling out the old monk's name.

Xuanci’s master is indeed still alive!

Lingmen wears a moon-white monk's robe, has a short silver-white beard, has a rosy complexion, and has divine eyes.

This old monk is in good spirits and looks much better than Ling Yan.

Except for a few people, most of the people in the room were strangers to him. When they heard the people on the sacred mountain calling out his identity, everyone started whispering to each other.

"Master?!"

But it was Qiao Feng who saw Xuan Ku behind Lingmen and shouted in a low voice.

If there was anyone in the entire Shaolin Temple that he was least willing to face, it would undoubtedly be Xuan Ku.

Qiao Feng didn't know if Xuan Ku was involved in Shaolin's plan against the Beggar Clan. In his heart, he really didn't want Xuan Ku to get involved in this matter.

However, Xuan Ku smiled gently at Qiao Feng from a distance and nodded again, without any blame in his eyes.

"Brother Qiao, don't think too much, Master Xuanku is a truly virtuous monk! Brother Qiao, please help take care of the disciples in a moment."

Seeing the two men's actions, Huang Lin opened and closed his lips and said to Qiao Feng.

Hearing this, Qiao Feng's heart felt relieved a little, and he looked back at Huang Lin with eyes filled with gratitude.

He knew what Huang Lin meant, which was to save him from having to take action again, so that he would not be caught in the middle.

"Amitabha!"

Lingmen entered the scene with Xuan Gu and Xuan Ku, and sang the Buddha's name first.

Then he looked at Ling Yan calmly and nodded to Xuan Ci.

The Shaolin monks bowed to each other again, and then Ling Sect bowed to everyone present with a calm expression.

"The poor monk Lingmen, I have met all of my colleagues in the world!"

"I've met Master Lingmen!"

"I've met the abbot of Lingmen!"

"I've met Senior Lingmen!"

When Huang Lin and the sweeping monk were fighting just now, everyone had already stood up, but no one sat down at this time. Even though the scene was quite noisy, the names were not the same.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xuanci hurried forward and whispered to Lingmen what the sweeping monk and Huang Lin had just said, lest he cause trouble due to lack of information.

After hearing this, Lingmen's eyes flickered and he looked sideways at the place where the Xiaoyao Sect was.

His eyes paused for a moment on Li Qiushui, Xiao Yuanshan and Qiao Feng.

Then he turned back, looked at the sweeping monk and Huang Lin, and then spoke:

"Amitabha!"

After singing the Buddha's name, and after the crowd's voices subsided, he continued:

"I already know the cause and effect of this matter. It is indeed my disciple Xuanci's fault and my Shaolin fault.

Lingmen will give you an explanation!

I also ask all my colleagues to bear witness to Shaolin."

As soon as this statement came out, the crowd became noisy again.

"Master Lingmen's words are serious. Shaolin has been the leader in the world for hundreds of years. How can we not believe it?"

"Yes, we all believe in Master Lingmen."

"Yes, what happened today is mainly because Ye Erniang did too many evil things. In fact, it has little to do with Shaolin."

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Seeing that many people began to praise Shaolin's smelly feet after seeing Lingmen appear, Huang Lin felt a little want to laugh inexplicably.

Is this because the sweeping monk had a close match with him just now, and the previous generation abbot showed up again, so he thinks Shaolin has a better chance of winning?

After glancing around, I found that most of the big sects such as the Duan Clan in Dali, the Qingliang Temple in Wutai Mountain, the Murong Clan in Gusu, the Zhiguan Temple in Tiantai Mountain, and other famous figures in the world had not spoken.

Even Tan Gong, Tan Po and Zhao Qiansun didn't show up.

Those who spoke out were the leaders of some small gangs and sects, and a few scattered people in the Jianghu area of ​​Henan Prefecture.

Well, there was another young man standing behind Shan Zheng and shouting, but the "iron-faced judge" did not stop him.

"Amitabha~"

Lingmen sang the Buddha's chant again, suppressing the voices in the audience.

"I would like to thank all my colleagues here, poor monk!"

First he thanked the person who spoke, then looked at the sweeping monk and said:

"Lingmen, I've met the Master Master!"

Since the sweeping monk came here, he has never gone to the gathering place of the Shaolin monks, nor has he said hello to the people nearby, as if he came here just to save Ling Yan.

Seeing Lingmen salute, he returned the salute with his hands clasped together and asked curiously:

"Master knows about me?"

Lingmen heard him call him master and quickly avoided it.

"Uncle Master cannot be called a Master! Uncle Master, don't try to break the Sha Ling Sect.

In the early years, I heard my master talk about my uncle, but I didn't expect that my uncle would actually regain his strength.

It’s Ling Sect that has been neglectful these years!”

After saying that, he bowed again.

After listening to Lingmen's words, the sweeping monk felt quite disappointed. He slowly shook his head and said:

"I am just an ordinary old monk sweeping the floors, so why should I be neglectful?

Now that you are here, I will go back and continue cleaning the Sutra Pavilion. The courtyard was not finished just now."

"Uncle, please stay!"

Seeing the sweeping monk turn around and walk away, Lingmen hurriedly spoke.

"What else?"

The sweeping monk turned around and looked towards the spirit gate.

Although he didn't quite understand the machinations of these sect struggles, he could see the reluctance in Lingmen's heart, and knew that what he and Huang Lin had agreed upon just now was afraid of causing trouble again, so he wanted to retreat.

If I have all the time to talk about this, I might as well go back and finish sweeping the floor and read a few more Buddhist scriptures.

"Uncle Master!"

When Lingmen saw the sweeping monk stop, he took a step forward and seemed to be organizing his words.

He really didn't expect that Master Fajie would want to go back to the Sutra Pavilion.

The matter is not finished yet! If you go back, how will you implement your next plan?

Thinking of this, he opened his mouth and said:

"The Ling Sect didn't know that my uncle was here. I just took the liberty of accepting the sword from Master Huang to invite me to fight. Please forgive me!

It’s just that the sword has no eyes, so I might hurt innocent people, so please ask my uncle to take care of you.”

Hearing this, the sweeping monk sighed in his heart, took two steps back and stood there with his eyes slightly closed.

"Thank you, uncle!"

Lingmen clasped his hands together and bowed to the sweeping monk, but when he saw that he didn't respond, he didn't say anything more.

He turned to look at Huang Lin and saluted:

"I've met Master Huang!"

"I've met Master Lingmen!"

Huang Lin responded with a half-smile, and then said:

"First it was Master Xuanci, then Master Lingyan, then Master Fajie, and now Master Lingmen. I wonder if there will be any other masters appearing soon?

Why does your temple make a simple matter so complicated?"

"Amitabha!

It was Bisi's negligence that made Master Huang laugh.

In the early years, I had several dealings with the witch benefactors of your sect and fellow Taoist Wuyazi, but I didn’t see my old friends this time. I wonder how these two benefactors are doing now?"

Hearing this, Huang Lin couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.

Is this true?

Could it be that there was a dark hand behind Ding Chunqiu's rebellion?
To be continued...