Thousands of snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and the world outside was white. A warm stove was lit in the hall and placed at Bai Ning's feet to drive away the dampness and coldness. The words were also spread out at this time.

"Zhikong? Do you have anything to do with Lu Zhishen?" Bai Ning pressed the tea cover and put it on the table.

On the ground, an old monk with a pile of snow on his head leaned over his head and folded his hands together, "There are different temples in the same origin and the name of the Jianghu under Luti, and I have heard of it at Shaolin Temple. Since the Admiral knew him, he must be very concerned about the affairs of the Jianghu."

Here, in the north, Lu Junyi said that a monk would come to him, but now it has been confirmed. When it comes to the world, Bai Ning only remembers that he slaughtered a gang in Yangzhou, and the rest are not very impressive.

Seeing the other party's thoughtful expression, Monk Zhikong smiled with a smile on his face like a dead tree, "The Admiral is in a high position, and he is busy with all kinds of things, and he will naturally forget some things. But when I saw the four donors in trouble, I couldn't help but feel compassion. This time I came here, I also hope to resolve the grudge between the Admiral and those people."

"Why is Li Wanji again... Which one is so powerful? Even the old monk knows... Why don't you know that the yamen is following the governor every day... It's so scary!" The more Gao Muen thought about it, the more he felt that there was an invisible person around him, and suddenly shivered.

The words over there continue...

After knocking his fingers on the table a few times, Bai Ning suddenly thought of the three people who escaped from Jinyan Gate. To be precise, Yu Linglong's sister, Yu Youqing.

"It's impossible. Since this governor has destroyed their entire family, he will naturally have to eliminate the roots. If you are a monk, you don't know how to do martial arts. You can dare to come to our governor's office alone. If our family doesn't kill you, let's go, but your Shaolin Temple will not be exempted from hiding Fang La's thief. At the beginning of the spring of the next year, our family will personally go to Shaolin to capture those criminals."

Zhikong was not annoyed, and still kept smiling. After a while, he spoke: "The Admiral holds great power and will naturally hold others' life and death. Buddhism emphasizes cause and effect. If one day the retribution falls on the adults, or even the relatives around him, how should he deal with it?"

"Are you trying to persuade me to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot?"

The gloomy sky and the cold wind intertwined, and the rising fire burned the air. Bai Ning's tone was not calm, and there was even a faint murderous aura. Over there, the old monk smiled when he heard Bai Ning's unfriendly tone and folded his hands.

"The corridor of the world is bitter and sweet. The Admiral suppresses the murderous thoughts in his heart. This world has more life. Living people are always much better than dead hatreds. Life is always wider than shortcuts."

After listening to him quietly, the curve of the corners of his mouth became deeper and deeper. "When I heard that, the monk's truth has benefited me a lot, but..."

"...But this is the matter of the court. If you, a monk, intervene. Since you have jumped out of the world, why jump into this vortex? If you have become a monk, you will naturally have to be pure in your six senses and practice without any disputes. But in the end, what I see and hear are all the great principles of boasting. What are you thinking of practicing? Now that the Japanese governor doesn't kill you, he has put down his butcher's knife and get out!"

The fire rose violently, and the wind mixed with snowflakes blew in. The old monk closed his eyes and said nothing. The thin monk's robes were covered with snow. He sighed, "I came all the way, and I expected the words of the Admiral, so when I came, I made other plans."

Bai Ning leaned back to the chair, picked up the teacup and drank it, "Do you know martial arts?"

Zhikong shook his head.

Then he said, "If the Admiral is willing to let go of the brother and sister, I am willing to exchange something, and this thing will definitely be important to you."

The teacup was hanging in the air, Bai Ning leaned over, and his cold eyes looked at him: "What?"

"You have heard of the Master Bodhidharma in Shaolin..." Zhikong saw Bai Ning nodding and slowly spoke: "I have been reborn in Shaolin for more than 70 years. In addition to meditating on Buddhism, I often go to the Master Bodhidharma cave to face the wall and meditate. You can tell that the Buddha body of Master Bodhidharma is still there, and what I said is the relics of the essence, qi, blood and flesh in the Bodhidharma body. Listen to the previous abbot, this thing can make white bones produce muscles and continue the broken limbs. If the people in the martial arts world take it, their martial arts can be a thousand miles a day."

Bai Ning turned his head, put down the teacup, stood up with cold eyes and walked a few steps, and suddenly laughed: "Such an important thing is the treasure of Shaolin. If you say you give it to me, just give it to me. Those little boys are very important?"

At this moment, Zhikong was still calm. "If a dead thing can be exchanged for a few lives, what's wrong with it? If the Admiral nodded and asked the six gates to remove the pursuit of the Jinyan Gate, I immediately began to write a letter for the monks in the temple to send it."

"good"

Bai Ning sat down again and waved: "Take the master down to rest, and send someone to inform Gu Mi of the Six Gate to remove the remnants of the Jinyan Sect."

A monk took a knife and fist and took his order. Then Gao Muen also called the servants in the mansion to ask them to take the old monk to the wing room to rest and add some clothes.

After the person left, Gao Muen immediately came up and said, "Supermaster, you really want to let those people go, but it is hard to say whether that thing is real. If it falls, I'll try the medicine first."

"What if it's poisonous?" Bai Ning looked at him.

Gao Muen's pupils shrank, he jumped away quickly, and said stutteringly: "Then..., that's Xiao Chenzi, he's very honest."

Bai Ning waved his hand and stood up, "Since the man is in Shaolin, the body of Damo is also in Shaolin. This governor wants to kill them and get the medicine. An old monk really thought that what he said, our family would keep his promises? I'm scaring the child!"

"Send the order to go on tomorrow. I will go to Shaolin Temple in person to see if there are dragons and tigers hidden in this thousand-year-old temple."

Gao Muen bowed, "Yes."

"Hahaha"

Looking at Fengxue, Bai Ning stepped into it with a smile and turned around and went back. He wanted to convey his happiness to the silly girl. After all, he still had a medicine in his hand that could restore her to the Qingming Festival.

South courtyard side room.

The window was swaying in the wind and snow, and the oil lamp was flashing and dark. The monk named Zhikong held Buddhist beads in his hand and recited the scriptures. The vegetarian dishes placed on the table had not moved and were a little cold.

"I wish to follow the example of the Buddha's actions of cutting flesh and feeding the eagle, and sacrifice oneself to make an oath."
Chapter completed!