"Amitabha"

A Buddha's name.

His eyes passed through the rain curtain, and in the shadows, the thin figure came over, and his hands folded and bowed to Bai Ning: "Admiral Bai, this is too serious."

Bai Ning looked at the old monk who had walked not far away, and a smile appeared on his cold face, and his tone was still sharp: "We have been waiting for you for a long time. Today, I am very kind and asked these people to leave, but the abbot thinks that this governor's words are serious?"

Zhihui shook her head and stopped after two meters away.

"A man is not a chicken or a dog, how can he come and go when he is swayed? I am merciful and should think of equality of all living beings. However, I still want to thank the admiral on behalf of all the heroes for his kindness and will not commit murderous sins." His tone slowly and calmly spoke from the old monk, but the moment he arrived, he was interrupted.

Opposite, the white hair was drooping on his shoulders with a little wet. Bai Ning looked at the other person with a smile, "Abbot, I am not here to listen to some Buddha today, but to tell you that this place of compassion is also a place where dirt is hidden."

The figure turned around, took a few steps, and sat back on the stool.

"Random" Prajna Academy took a step forward and shouted at Bai Ning: "How can you let your silence in a pure Buddhist place?" The robe that was slanted was shaking as if it was about to hit him again.

In an instant, the voice shouted: "Junior brother, wait."

The Shaolin host stood in front of his chest with one hand and pressed half empty with the other hand, looking at Bai Ning calmly: "Sir Admiral, since you can speak, you will naturally be in your heart, so you might as well listen."

"What does it mean to hide dirt?"

"I'm afraid that there are some monks in Shaolin who did something shameful."

"In my opinion, the eunuch in Dongchang is barking and biting people."

"Then let's not leave now, let's see how Shaolin handles itself. If it's true, there will be a good show."

The crowd of people in the martial arts world whispered and whispered. Obviously, the sects that have been opposed to the temple for thousands of years may satisfy their own gossip and curiosity. However, most people often go around the martial arts world and have never heard of any scandals in Shaolin Temple. How did the eunuch in the Dongchang know? More people stayed and stretched their necks to wait for the following.

The rain still splashed on the ground.

Behind, Jin Jiu whispered to the burly figure on the other side: "I think as long as it doesn't stimulate the governor, the current state will still look good."

"Yes." Zheng Biao, who was silent, nodded in response, staring at the old and young people facing him. After a moment, the words spread again

His fingers bent slightly, and he was behind him. The jade pendant fell on the hem and swayed. Bai Ning's eyes were flowing on several old monks, and his voice was cold and quiet: "According to our family, the guards of the Damo Cave in Shaolin Temple are as tight as guarding the harem in the imperial city. Once upon a time, there were several attacks on the former emperors in the palace, but most of them did not come from outside, usually from inside. Has the abbot ever thought about why?"

A string of Buddhist beads paused in the hands of the old monk who closed his eyes.

Then, slowly, the calm eyes finally showed a slight tide, "Why?"

Over there, I took my hand from behind and waved it, and said with a stern tone: "Defense at night and guarding the sun, it's hard to guard against the thief at home. Has the abbot never heard of this sentence?"

A thief?

Zhihui was stunned for a moment and looked at the junior brothers. After that, her eyes were on Zhixin, the head of the Dharma Academy, and she was silent for a moment. She turned her head and put her bow: "Sir, you should be careful when you speak without any evidence."

"Sure enough? What do you do when you are the governor's Dongchang? During the day, the inn where our Master Zhixin, the DAMO Academy, will meet with someone tonight. I'm afraid the heroes of the martial arts world who came here will not know." Bai Ning's eyes stopped on the old monk there and reached out to wave. "Let's see if this person looks very familiar, Master Zhixin."

Behind Bai Ning, a man wearing a green soap dress came over and stood there with a bow.

"It's that waiter." When the monk who had been staying in the inn with Zhixin before recognized him, he exclaimed.

Bai Ning waved his hand and asked the actor to go down and looked at the host Zhihui again. "Since the young monk there knows, our family will clearly say that Dongchangxing is responsible for supervising the world. When this governor was still on the way, he quickly went to a group of people to inquire about the news. You, Shaolin, are naturally under surveillance. Unfortunately, you discovered some privacy in Master Zhixin that night."

"Free words"

"Oh, Li Qian, I'll just say what's the point of staying in this dilapidated temple?"

Zhixin was furious and waved his sleeves and shouted loudly. Another sound also sounded among the people in the martial arts world, but it was talking about a person's lay name.

The people from the martial arts world heard the sound coming from him, and unconsciously gave up a passage. There were figures coming out, their clothes were not eye-catching, their thick clothes and shoes, their faces were as bright as jade, their facial features were delicate and handsome, and their age looked only ten years old. They stepped out with their feet, and their movements were a little frivolous.

"Huang Lan, what are you doing?" The old monk was suddenly shocked, and then closed his eyes in pain.

The young man named Huang Lan said "tick" disdainfully and turned his head, "I have played enough and thought I could be a cat, but I didn't want someone to be stared at behind, and there was no meaning at all."

"Enough!"

With a roar, the blue bricks under Zhixin's feet burst and turned up immediately. His face twisted and struggled in pain. He covered his old and old hands on his cheeks and closed his eyes slightly: "Don't say anything more."

"Amitabha"

Zhihui took a deep breath, clasped her hands together and stood on her chest, "Junior brother, what the donor said is true, the thief said in the admiral is really you."

"Yes." A difficult voice rolled out from the throat.

Zhigui, Zhitong and others heard the exact voice, and then sighed. "I'm confused."

"What a foolish and unconfused person, he is ours. He was specially inserted into Shaolin thirty years ago." Huang Lan said contemptuously and looked at the figure in the palace robe over there, "However, before leaving, I want to ask the admiral of the East Factory."

"You can't beat him." Zhixin said in a low voice.

Huang Lan's face showed a sarcastic smile and stared at the man in the rain: "How powerful can a eunuch who even ran away from a woman? Let's talk about what kind of woman a eunuch wants?"

Kit cake!!

Zheng Biao, Cao Shaoqing and others' hearts suddenly pounded. Even Xiao Ping'er, who sat behind to adjust her injuries, frowned. Jin Jiu quickly took a step back and smacked his lips: "This guy is in trouble. I really think he is not dead fast enough or what?"

The sarcastic words continued to say, and then approached Bai Ning.

boom!

At this moment, the silent figure over there and almost all the stone bricks of everyone under their feet exploded and rolled and spread in a round shape.

Wow

The rain seemed to be stuck, slowing down, and the drooping white hair suddenly raised, and the footsteps rushed over there stopped immediately, and the originally slaughtered smile gradually disappeared

Under the gray hair, it was a faceless face.

"The Unformed Demonic Art" Abbot Zhihui's eyes flashed and she murmured.

Bang!!!

The young figure suddenly flew backwards and pierced the rain curtain.

ps: First update...
Chapter completed!