It was already dusk when returning to Shaolin from Zhongnan Mountain. The golden-eyed eagle swooped down from the clouds. Huo Yuan really wanted to experience the feeling of a fighter.

The place he chose was near the Sutra Pavilion, because the environment here is quiet and there are few people, so people should not be discovered.

This is used to being sneaky outside, and he has developed a problem. He still does this when he returns to his own territory, but he doesn't know it.

Just as I was about to land, I hadn't reached the ground yet, suddenly an unknown voice came from my mind: "I'm back."

Before Huo Yuanzhen could land, he was startled by Wuming's sudden words and almost fell off the back of the Golden Eagle.

It turned out that Wuming had returned from Nan Shaolin, and his bad habits were hard to change. He always used this way of voice transmission to talk to himself, bullying himself and unable to talk to him.

But today is different from the past. Huo Yuanzhen has practiced the fourth level of Fanyin. He can speak directly into anyone's mind within 500 meters. Now he is not far from the Sutra Pavilion, and Wuming must be within his attack range.

After quietly brewing, Huo Yuanzhen condensed a trace of the power of a lion roar, and suddenly roared in the direction of the source of the nameless voice!

There was no words, just imitating the roar of a lion, and directly impacted Wuming.

I don’t know if my Fan Qing is effective for Wuming’s innate perfection, but no matter what, I’ll try it first.

As soon as the sound came out, it was like a mud bull entering the sea. Huo Yuanzhen didn't know the effect, but he was yelling anyway, and Wuming always used this trick to tease him, so it was time for him to fight back.

The golden-eyed eagle circled and landed on Wuming for a long time without any movement.

It was not until Huo Yuanzhen walked towards the Sutra Pavilion that Wuming's voice came again: "The abbot's skills have not improved much, which is a lot of evil methods. It is gratifying.

Wuming knew very well that Huo Yuanzhen had not entered the innate realm, so he said that Huo Yuanzhen's skills had not improved.

Huo Yuanzhen’s fourth-level Buddhist sound cannot speak freely. This is a limitation of Buddhist sound. Only after reaching the fifth level, that is, a radius of three thousand meters, can the Buddhist sound be considered truly practical. By that time, the Buddhist sound has already had the characteristic of transmitting the sound into secrets. Not only can they speak freely, but they also do not want anyone to hear it, and no one can hear it.

By that time, even if I was lying in the abbot's courtyard, I could have free conversation with Wuming and no third person would know about it.

Wuming spoke to himself again and Huo Yuanzhen originally planned to roar again, but Wuming's voice came again: "The same method will be ineffective for the second time."

Hearing Wuming's words, Huo Yuanzhen smiled secretly in his heart and seemed to have worked for the first time.

Huo Yuan was really happy to be able to make Wuming Xiao Xiao suffer a secret loss. After all, that is innate perfection, and not everyone can make Wuming Xiao Xiao suffer a loss.

I arrived at the door of the Sutra Pavilion and walked in.

In the Sutra Pavilion, Wuming was sitting on a rocking chair, swaying up and down leisurely.

Seeing Huo Yuanzhen come in, Wuming pointed at the side of him casually, and Huo Yuanzhen also sat down.

"When will the elder come back?"

"It's been several days."

Wuming answered and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "The lamp guarding the Sutra Pavilion is good, at least I didn't lose the scriptures."

Huo Yuanzhen didn't know whether Wuming knew that Zhu Yuan, a monk at the mountain gate, had stole scriptures, but it didn't matter whether he knew or not. It would be fine if he didn't mention this matter.

"Have the elder Nan Shaolin and his party met Master Kongfan?"

“See it.”

Wuming glanced at Huo Yuanzhen and said, "Master Kongfan said that Xuanming, the master you learned, is his disciple Mingxuan. It can be seen that the Shaolin of Songshan is from the Southern Shaolin lineage. He hopes that you can go to Southern Shaolin and return to the Master's Sect."

"Return to the Master's Sect!"

Huo Yuanzhen's face suddenly sank. He had a good impression of the monk Kongfan, but after Wuming said this, his impression immediately dropped by 180 degrees.

Of course, Kong Fan was talking about things. His master was indeed his disciple. In short, his Shaolin Temple was indeed inherited from the Southern Shaolin heritage.

But the problem lies in that Huo Yuan is really a time traveler. When he came through, Xuan Ming was dead. He had never seen Xuan Ming before, and had never said a word to Xuan Ming. How could there be any master-disciple friendship?

The Shaolin Temple built by himself was built by himself with the abbot system and his hard work, but in fact it had nothing to do with Xuan Ming's penny.

Kong Fan wanted to return to the Southern Shaolin and return to the Master's Sect, which was likely to make the Shaolin Temple he created become a vassal of the Southern Shaolin.

If a temple cannot be moved, people can move it. Even if a person cannot go there, he may be worshipped under someone's disciple, and then exist in the form of a South Shaolin Branch Temple.

In an instant, Huo Yuan really thought of many bad possibilities, but he didn't think of a possibility that returning to the master's sect would be beneficial to him.

Another point is that looking at Wuming's expression, he doesn't seem to object to this matter.

It is normal for him not to object. Not to mention his friendship with the monk Kongfan, it is mainly because people of this era think that returning to the master's sect and recognizing ancestors is natural. In Wuming's eyes, he is indeed a master of Nan Shaolin. This is a fact.

Huo Yuanzhen is now silly and has no choice but to say anything about the pain.

He can't tell the fact that he is a time traveler. He is afraid that it will be a joke and no one will believe it at all.

If I don’t agree, I will lose first in terms of justice, so Huo Yuan is really embarrassed about this matter.

One of the system's tasks is to make Shaolin Temple the world's largest sect, referring to Shaolin Temple in Songshan, Henan.

Instead of Nan Shaolin, if you return to Nan Shaolin, the system task will not be completed, so this matter must not be accepted.

But why don’t you accept the law and what reasons you use, you still need to study it carefully. If you refuse rashly, your reasons are still not sufficient.

Seeing Huo Yuanzhen hesitating and not speaking, Wuming said: "I once told the monk Kongfan that you have spent countless energy on the Shaolin Temple in Songshan, and I am afraid you will not be able to surrender to others. However, the monk Kongfan told me that the contribution of the development of the sect is yours, and no one will compete with you, but you cannot forget the master because of this."

Huo Yuanzhen nodded and did not discuss this matter more, but instead made a fuss to Wuming: "Don't hurry up on this matter, do you know that Dongfang Ming declared our Shaolin a cult?"

"I know, I also know about Tianshan, you've done a good job."

"What does the elder think?"

"This is your abbot's business. My mission is to ensure that the foundation of Shaolin is not shaken. I don't care about the rest and ask you to come over, that is, to tell the abbot what the monk Kongfan meant. The abbot should consider other things yourself. I'm going to sweep the floor."

After saying that, Wuming picked up his broom, walked out of the Sutra Pavilion, and really went outside to sweep the floor.

Seeing that Wuming just brought him a notification, Huo Yuanzhen was also a little helpless.

However, Wuming still revealed a message to himself, that is, no matter what Dongfang Ming wants to do to Shaolin, he will eventually guarantee that Shaolin's foundation will not be shaken.

This is also a reassurance, but Wuming will definitely not care about the rest of the matter, and Huo Yuanzhen needs to find a way out himself.

He stood up and left the Sutra Pavilion, and Huo Yuanzhen walked slowly in the yard of Shaolin Temple.

It is dusk now, and there are no pilgrims outside. Some of them are Shaolin disciples. When they see the abbot coming back, they are all surprised to see him.

Huo Yuanzhen came all the way to the temple gate and saw Jueyuan slowly closing the temple gate.

Jueyuan’s task is to ring the bell in the morning, then open the door to welcome guests, close the door at night, and then ring the bell.

Seeing Huo Yuanzhen coming, Jueyuan said happily: "Abbot, you are back."

"What do you think of your life in Shaolin?"

“The days are good, very leisurely, just.”

"I'm just still thinking about the Beiming Divine Art in Tianshan Tianchi."

"The abbot Mingjian, that was the martial arts given by Jueyuan's original master, and Jueyuan really wanted to bring it back."

Huo Yuanzhen nodded: "You have been in my Shaolin for a long time. Since that's the case, then you come with me. I will teach you one or two volumes of the Nine Yang True Sutra first. You already have a deep foundation in internal skills, and it probably won't take long to study these first two volumes."

"Thank you, abbot!"

Jueyuan's eyes were lit, and the abbot finally wanted to teach himself the Nine Yang scriptures. In this way, as long as he learned it himself, he could go to Tianshan Tianchi and dive into the lake to find the Beiming Divine Art.

After closing the temple gate, Jueyuan did not immediately follow Huo Yuanzhen to the abbot's courtyard in a hurry. Instead, he rang the bell on the bell tower first. The bell sounded melodiously and the rhythm was slow, and he did not hear the anxious meaning.

Huo Yuanzhen nodded secretly. Jueyuan did a good job in cultivating his mind and cultivating his nature, and he was relieved to teach his Nine Yang True Sutras.

After finishing the bell, Jue Yuan got off the bell tower and followed Huo Yuanzhen back to the abbot's courtyard.

After arriving at the abbot's courtyard, Huo Yuanzhen asked Jueyuan to wait. He first put up the fourth blood demon picture he obtained. This is the most precious thing, and it is of great importance and cannot be missed.

Then the Nine Yang scriptures in the first and second volumes were taken out, and Huo Yuanzhen came out.

Jueyuan took the scriptures with great enthusiasm, and his excitement was beyond words.

"Abbot, this kind of grace of passing on merit is like a master. Jueyuan really doesn't know how to repay it.

Huo Yuanzhen waved his hand and said to Jueyuan: "You are now my Shaolin disciple, and I am the abbot. Naturally, I have the responsibility to make the disciple's skills reach a higher level. You can accept it with confidence."

Jueyuan put away the scriptures, thought for a while, and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Abbot, after Dongfang Ming announced that our Shaolin was a cult, it has spread in the world. This incident has a great impact on our Shaolin."

Huo Yuanzhen just came back and didn't know the details yet. When he heard Jue Yuan say that, he wanted to understand the situation carefully. He sat down and said to Jue Yuan: "What are the effects? You and Dongfang Ming are brothers. What do you think about this? Let's listen."
Chapter completed!