The hot wax juice slips down the candlestick, condenses, and the flames at the top of the candlestick are burning quietly.????

"You are confused by junior brother."

"Thirty years, how Shaolin is to you"

"If there is a reason for this, it is understandable."

"I have been facing the wall for ten years, and I have regretted it before the ancient Buddha in the green lamp."

The rain dripped down the eaves of the wing room, and the silhouettes of people were cast on the paper window. In the dim light, the figure sat behind the wooden table, and the subtle sound of writing came from the yellow paper pages. The yellow paper pages were full of handwriting. A little, the tip of the pen paused and stopped.

Putting the pen on the inkstone, the old monk looked at the closed window, and the punishment given by the abbot's senior brother faintly echoed in his ears. Thirty years ago, he was old and had a stroll in the world, young, with his appearance, martial arts skills, and an adoptive father behind him. Now, thirty years have passed by, but what is left is a piece of dead tree bark and his beard is gray.

Zhixin opened the wooden window, the wind ran in, and the candle began to sway.

The rain roared.

The smell of burnt was filled with the air, Zhixin took a deep breath, and when he thought of those dead, he felt even more painful and guilty. In the wet wind, the old monk sat back on his chair, looked at the paper full of handwriting, and smiled slightly on his thin cheeks, as if it was a relief. After all, the secret of thirty years is no longer necessary to be buried in his heart.

"Entertainment Father"

"May my Buddha be compassionate to overcome my troubles"

"Amitabha"

With his palms folded together, Zhixin said the last Buddha's name, and everything around him fell into silence.

Soon after, the candlelight disappeared.

On the other side.

In the Shaolin guest room, the voice of the abbot Zhihui continued to speak.

"The appearance is born from the heart, and the admiral will become like this. It is probably because the resentment in the heart has been accumulated for too long and the evil spirit cannot be released. If this continues, it will inevitably lead to the devil's path and fall into the endless disaster."

Across the talking figure, someone waved his hand to interrupt. Bai Ning played with the trauma medicine made by Shaolin and suddenly spoke: "The appearance is born from the heart. This sentence means that the master is born from his own fault?"

"Yes, not all." Zhihui stood in the house, facing the power of the East Factory Admiral, who was now in power, his tone was calm. "Several years ago, Shaolin had several conflicts with the Moyun Sect. The leader of the sect, Helian Ruxue, practiced such martial arts. At that time, her realm was exactly the same as that of the Admiral at this time, but she was not as cruel and terrifying as such."

On the other side, the sneered face gradually subsided. The medicine bottle was placed on the table, her thin lips opened, and a cold voice came out: "What do you mean, is this extremely Yin Wuxiang magic skill we practiced in our family actually been modified?"

"It is very likely, but the Eastern leader has the same internal strength as the Admiral, but there is no deviation. I am a little confused about this point. Perhaps it is not a problem with martial arts itself, but it varies from person to person." Zhihui said this, just implied the fact that Bai Ning was a eunuch.

Bai Ning frowned and the room suddenly fell into silence.

After a moment, his brows stretched out and he exhaled gently, "Maybe as you bald donkey said, this matter is put aside for the time being, and I have no time to pursue it. However, our family should make it clear that we are not interested in the mummy, but the flesh and blood relics in its body are bound to be won. If you want Shaolin to return the body, I will take the relics. Do you have any objection?"

"It depends entirely on the Admiral." The old monk's voice was neither humble nor arrogant.

Perhaps he had taken Shaolin's unique pill to treat internal injuries, and his injuries were relieved. Bai Ning had already recovered a lot. He walked a few steps at the table, looked at the old monk with serious eyes: "Not long ago, the Jurchens went south and fought to the Wuchao capital. This country was almost beaten. There were also many passionate knights in the world who came and who didn't come. I knew in my mind, but who can withstand the Jurchens come again next year?"

"The admiral's meaning makes everyone in the martial arts world do their part?" Zhihui frowned, obviously hesitating for such a thing.

The sound of rain clattered through the window.

On the other side, Bai Ning waved his hand to the other party, "Everyone comes out? If you don't want to rebel, our family will breathe a sigh of relief." Then, the figure in front of the window turned around and looked at the old monk with a sharp look: "The annual certificates of Shaolin will depend on how you old people will perform. This governor will set up militias among the people to strengthen the people's self-protection. Isn't Buddhism wholeheartedly guiding good? This important task will be given to you. Draw some monks with good skills to go to the place we arrange to teach militias at that time?"

"The Admiral is asking for relics and martial arts. At this time, he wants to produce Shaolin again. Is this the Shaolin person eating?

Bai Ning opened the corners of his mouth and smiled, and said seriously: "I am the one who eats Ding Shaolin."

At this moment, the door knocked, and Gao Muen's voice sounded outside: "Supermaster, there is a little monk who has urgent matters to look for the presidency."

"Come in."

Then, Bai Ning whispered to Zhihui: "Think carefully, otherwise the thousand-year-old temple will draw a perfect ending on your hands."

The next second, the door was pushed open, and a little novice monk hurried in, "The host is not good, he passed away just now, Zhixin's seat."

"Amitabha!"

Hearing this, Zhihui closed her eyes, yelled the Buddha's name in the direction of the west wing, and then stood up and bowed to Bai Ning: "I will deal with my junior brother's affairs first, and then reply to the Admiral's request later."

"I hope the abbot will consider it carefully. After all, this is a task issued by the court, not our family's request."

Zhihui lowered her head, bowed, and took Xiaoxiaomi out of the wing room.

"Muen!"

"I am here, what's the matter for the lord?"

Soon, Bai Ning summoned Gao Yanei, his eyes drooped slightly and his voice: "Follow you to see if Zhixin dies and leaves nothing left. By the way, Cao Qianhu comes back and ask him to come to our governor."

"Yes!" Gao Muen responded, turned around and went out, leaving with a few players.

The rain continued for a while, and when the sky turned white in the east, the spring rain had stopped.

When Bai Ning got up and washed up, Cao Shaoqing waited outside the door and then recruited him in.

"Thank you for your hard work, sit down and talk." Put down the towel, throw it into the wooden basin, let the monk take it out, and then sit down and say something.

Cao Shaoqing bowed and said, "I dare not." Afterwards, he continued to report: "I dealt with some people in the martial arts world, but did not kill that guy. Instead, he made a fuss and sent someone to follow the guy named Huang Lan to follow the clues to see where he hid the body of Bodhidharma."

"It's good to have a suggestion." Bai Ning didn't care about these things, "However, the body of Damo should not leave the Songshan Mountains. After all, time is not allowed, and that person is also a gangster. He should have noticed someone is following him, and maybe he has lost it at this moment."

"This is my negligence." Cao Shaoqing was stunned, but said: "The man under my command should not be as easy as others. He should not be discovered so easily. Even if the body of Damo cannot be found, that guy should go to the backer behind him. In this way, finding the main master can still find the body of Damo."

"Yes!" Bai Ning's eyes drooped halfway, took a sip of warm water, and glanced at the other person from the outskirts.

Immediately, I waved my hand and said, "Go down."

"Yes!" On the other side, the figure bowed his hand and was about to exit, but when he walked to the door, he turned back and said again: "The Lord, there is one more thing."

As he said that, he took out a rolled note from his arms and presented it with his hands.

The note was unfolded in Bai Ning's hand, and glanced at the short words on it. The cup in the other hand fell to the ground with a bang, falling into pieces.

"Cherish blessings"

He murmured: "Fuqi"
Chapter completed!