Puhang and Puyin were careful all the way and headed towards the back mountain.

They were not allowed to be careful. Since they came to Shaolin, Puhang's heart has become increasingly unsure.

I won’t talk about the abbot with unfathomable strength. Even Yichen can’t figure out his strength. Even Huiwu’s combat power is definitely above him.

So Puhang had to do it carefully. The Shaolin abbot was suspicious of himself and was afraid that he would not have been in Shaolin for a long time. So tonight was an opportunity and he had to go to the back mountain to find out where the relics were.

Even if you can't, you have to make sure first.

If there are really relics, I can come back in the future.

Puyin has been to the back mountain several times and has not found it after exploring many places. Tonight, there is still the last area and the last hope.

The two of them walked forward quietly, left Shaolin and then arrived at the edge of Yinma Lake.

Not far ahead, there is the cave.

There is only this area left, and they have not carefully searched for it.

Just as he was about to move forward, Pu Hang suddenly felt the light dim and was shocked.

It’s night now, and there’s only moonlight. The light has dimmed. Something must have been blocked. What is it!

Looking up, a man spread his wide sleeves above his head, like a nighthawk soaring in the night sky, flying over his head!

This kind of light skills is definitely the only one in Pu Hang's life, and even some innate masters cannot do this level.

When the man landed and turned around and faced him, Puhang was even more shocked. The person who came was actually the little Shaolin house!

"Amitabha, your master and disciple are in great interest. You are here in the middle of the night to enjoy the moon." Huo Yuanzhen looked at the two of them coldly, his tone no longer peaceful.

Pu Hang and Pu Yin looked at each other and felt something was wrong. The abbot appeared here, obviously knowing something, and deliberately following them.

Now that things have come to an end, Puhang has also made his promise and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Abbot, what do you know?"

"The Buddha said that Sariputra is the empty appearance of all dharmas, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing. Master Puhang, can I recite the Heart Sutra of Prajna in this way correct?"

Puhang's expression changed: "Abbot, since you know this, the relics must have been in your hands. Then you should also know that I, Wutai Mountain, have ambition to win the relics. I hope Master Fang can give up love and open a door of convenience."

"Master Puhang was joking. The relics are in my Shaolin and are also the most treasure of my Buddhist sect. How can I give up my love to others?"

"Abbot, it is convenient for others and for yourself. If the abbot is willing to agree today, I will be rewarded in Mount Wutai in the future."

"Master Puhang, I forced it."

Pu Hang saw Huo Yuanzhen's tone firm and knew that things could not be done, so he just said to Pu Yin directly: "Let's go."

"Master Puhang, in the future, I will place relics on the top of the pagoda in Shaolin. Welcome to visit when I have time."

Huo Yuan really wanted to keep these two people, but he changed his mind in another way.

Although Puhang and the other two came for the relics, this relics were not something from Shaolin. It was just that Shaolin occupied the geographical advantage, so they could not come to Shaolin and helped Shaolin fight a ring, which was not too much.

Moreover, Huo Yuanzhen can also use their mouths to go back and promote Shaolin, which will also be beneficial to Shaolin's future development.

If the relics were not too precious, Huo Yuanzhen really wanted to make friends with Wenshu Temple, and it would be a good idea to have a helping hand in the martial arts world.

Puhang left, obviously because he was really dissatisfied with Huo Yuan, but he was afraid that Huo Yuan would really not be too tough in martial arts, but he was afraid that there would be a gap between his Shaolin and Wenshu Temple in the future.

Although he offended Wenshu Temple, the relics finally remained in the back mountain of Shaolin. If they were really in that cave, I believed that I would get them sooner or later. Moreover, it was always difficult to achieve both worldly affairs, and Huo Yuan really didn't think he was wrong.

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Because Shaolin is becoming more and more famous, Luye Town at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain is now getting bigger and bigger, inns are full of every day, and vegetarianism is popular. It feels so embarrassing to walk outside with a bald head.

Chanlin Inn is newly opened, with high-end decoration, delicious food and prosperous business.

That morning, two nuns came outside.

Two nuns were dressed in blue clothes, one was older, had shaved his hair, and had a whisk in his hand, with a cold face.

Another young man, who was not old, had never been slandered, had a beautiful appearance, had long hair tied in his hat, and had a long sword behind his back.

The two nuns came to the inn. The old nun looked up and looked up: "Hmph, Chanlin Inn, Buddhist Temple should be the place for the cultivation of the Qing Dynasty. Now, these messy things are being made at the foot of the mountain, and people are coming and going, and the incense is very popular. However, after losing the original intention of the cultivation of the Qing Dynasty, Shaolin doesn't care about this matter. I really don't know what the abbot is doing!"

The little nun looked at the inn and said to the old nun: "Master, the abbot of Shaolin cannot control this matter. Can he blame him for this matter?"

"Hmph! Lin Yi, what do you know! If it weren't for the gimmicks of Shaolin's abbot's miracle, everyone knew that there would be such a lively place around him. He was still making merit tablets in the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda and asking for money to invite Buddha statues. What is the difference between such a money-making scripture and those who suck the blood of the people? Look at what is around here? Chanlin Inn, Shaolin Teahouse, ah! There is also a Shaolin lay disciple registration contact office, do you have to charge money for these things? What do these people rely on? Isn't it just that there are miracles in Shaolin. The abbot is someone who can communicate with the Buddha? Could he speak to stop them? Will these people not listen? Don't they want to do business? So the culprit of this matter is that abbot!"

The little nun Lin Yi was scolded by the old nun, and she stuck out her tongue and kept silent, but there was obviously a look of dissatisfaction on her face.

The old nun glanced at Lin Yi: "Lin Yi, if you have impure six senses, you must understand the true meaning of my Buddhism. You must not be blinded by these worldly things. You need to know how much your teacher expects you. My Emei lineage, and I hope it will be passed on to you."

"I am afraid that my disciples will not be able to do it because of the wrong love from Master." Lin Yi pinched the corner of the monk's robe with his fingers and lowered her head to complain, which was a unique charm.

"It is because you are still young, that your teacher will bring you out for training. This time, I will bring you to Henan to see what it means to be a Buddhist scum who is distorted by right and wrong. Remember, you must not learn from this Shaolin style, fool the people, and accumulate wealth. When you get to Shaolin, the Pont Ni should personally question the Shaolin abbot. If you do this, you will feel ashamed of the Buddha!"

The old nun actually felt like gritting her teeth as she spoke, which made people feel very mean.

Lin Yi said in surprise: "Master, do we still want to go to Shaolin?"

"Of course we have to go. Let's go to the inn first to have something to eat and rest, and we'll go tomorrow morning."

As he spoke, the two nuns entered the inn.

The waiter hurriedly greeted him, and the two nuns sat down and ordered some simple vegetarian food.

After sitting down, the old nun continued to teach the young nun: "Lin Yi, after going to Shaolin, you will be tougher, otherwise your timid personality will be looked down upon by others. If we come from Bashu, they will bully you."

Lin Yi looked down at the master and lowered her head: "But Master, I don't know what to do."

"You! You are so unsatisfied. Everything else is good, well-behaved and obedient, and you are also liked. You have seen you grow up since childhood, but why does this temperament not have the style of being a teacher? Remember, after you arrive in Shaolin, don't give those monks a good face."

"But Master, they are all from Buddhism, so it's not good for me to do this, right?"

"What's wrong with it? Ah! What's wrong with this? What kind of people are treated? What kind of abbot of Shaolin practices this way, so the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. After you get there, you will look at the teacher, and see how the teacher scolds these things that have forgotten what the Buddha has done."

The old nun talked for a long time and was a little thirsty. She picked up the teacup on the table and wanted to pour tea, but found that the teapot was empty, so she shouted, "Waiter, serve tea."

After shouting for a long time, no one agreed. The old nun became a little angry and turned around and saw the waiter standing inside the counter, looking at the two of them coldly.

"Hey! Pomni asked you to have tea, what are you doing?"

Unexpectedly, the waiter suddenly said, "There is no tea. If you want to drink it, go to the mountains to find spring water to drink it!"

The old nun was furious and slapped the table, shaking the tea bowls on the table: "What are you talking about? There is no inn? Why are you putting tea bowls without tea?"

Unexpectedly, the waiter over there also slapped the counter and shouted to the old nun: "There is tea, but it's not for you to drink."

"A joke, why can't Pomni drink it? Will I still rely on you for money on tea?"

"Speak less of money. It's so great that you have money. I've gone there with so much money. I'll tell you that the old nun is Shaoshi Mountain and the place where Shaolin holy land is. You always say disrespectful to Shaolin and say bad things about the monks. I won't sell my tea to you!"

"presumptuous!".

The old nun's eyebrows were raised, as if she wanted to do something.

"Go, go, go, go, this is our inn. If you don't do your business, you can find another place."

The waiter didn't care about the old nun's threat at all, "Go away quickly, leave quickly, don't you see what everyone thinks of you?"

The old nun looked around and found that the guests in the inn hall looked at him with a bad expression.

"When I see that without Lin Yi, how far has this Shaolin bewitched? These foolish people were played with by the abbot. This nature is even better than the Demon Sect. Let's go, this place of filth and dirt will make it easy for the poor nun to live in."

After saying that, the old nun stood up and left, Lin Yiwen followed behind with grievance.

When he walked to the door, the waiter said to Lin Yi: "My little master, you don't have to be wronged. You are not talking about you, I am just talking about that old nun, who comes to us to show off his power. You can tell him it will not work! Inquiry in the entire Luye Town, I, Xiao Er, believe in the abbot Yijie, and what I talk about is the word "Ruan"!"

Lin Yi nodded slightly and ran out.

After Chen Xiaoer said this, he felt proud. Since he believed in the abbot Yijie, everything has changed. He has never been so majestic before.

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ps: The old rules, update tomorrow, donors, we have higher pursuits next week, and the abbot needs all kinds of motivation!
Chapter completed!