The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

The Huashan group already knew that Jiang Ning and Linghu Chong were going to Fujian. After learning about it, Lin Pingzhi asked to see Yue Buqun early in the morning, wanting to go with him.

"This……"

Yue Buqun remained silent for a moment before nodding.

“Alright, you have a filial heart, and as your teacher, I cannot refuse to let you fulfill your filial duty. In that case, you may come along.”

Lin Pingzhi was overjoyed and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Thank you, Master."

Yue Lingshan's eyes widened when she saw this, and she quickly said, "Father, I want to go too."

Yue Buqun didn't even look at her. After seeing Jiang Ning arrive, he told her that Lin Pingzhi would also be going along.

"You three brothers should be careful on your journey."

Yue Buqun gave his instructions.

Jiang Ning nodded.

"Yes, Master."

Lin Pingzhi had already gone back to pack his things, while Jiang Ning and Linghu Chong waited at the Suoyoubuwei Pavilion.

"I've never been to Fujian before, so I don't know if it's fun."

Linghu Chong stroked his chin, deep in thought.

Jiang Ning, on the other hand, sat quietly with his eyes closed, resting.

Lin Pingzhi finished packing in no time.

"I'm ready now, my two senior brothers."

Lin Pingzhi was very excited.

"Okay, let's go then."

Upon hearing this, Linghu Chong, who was deep in thought, got up to leave, and Jiang Ning also got up.

The three bid farewell to Yue Buqun.

"Master, we disciples will be leaving now."

The three of them said.

Yue Buqun looked at Jiang Ning, Linghu Chong, and Lin Pingzhi, and nodded.

"Your horses are ready down the mountain. Go soon and come back soon."

"Yes."

The three of them said this at the same time, and then left.

Watching his three disciples leave, Yue Buqun stood there for a while before returning to his room.

Chapter 482: Feng Qingyang Sees Fang Zheng (Bonus Chapter 1/2 for Lin Feng who likes Lung Gold Grass)

"Senior Brother Jiang Ning, I know the way to Fujian well, let me lead the way."

The three rode away from Huaming Village on the prepared horses. Lin Pingzhi then spoke to Jiang Ning and Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong didn't say anything; he was secretly enjoying himself.

Great!

The master wasn't here this time!

Jiang Ning nodded. "Then I'll have to trouble Junior Brother Lin."

Lin Pingzhi repeatedly said he dared not.

"Senior Brother."

Jiang Ning looked at Linghu Chong. "Since Junior Brother Lin is going back to his hometown to pay respects to his ancestors, let's go to Fuzhou first."

Putian Shaolin Temple is located in Quanzhou Prefecture, not far from Fuzhou Prefecture, and Fuzhou Prefecture is even closer. Jiang Ning plans to go to Fuzhou Prefecture first.

However, Jiang Ning did not receive a response after speaking. Turning around, he found Linghu Chong staring blankly, a smile occasionally appearing on his face, seemingly lost in thought.

"Senior Brother? Senior Brother?"

Jiang Ning had to call out twice to wake Linghu Chong.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Jiang Ning added, "What I mean is that we should first go to Fuzhou to accompany Junior Brother Lin to pay respects to our ancestors, and then visit the Shaolin Temple in Putian."

Linghu Chong nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"I'll do whatever you say."

He doesn't care where he goes; he'll just treat it as a trip.

Jiang Ning felt that he had been somewhat absent-minded since he came down the mountain, and he didn't know what he was thinking. However, since the other party did not object, he was too lazy to care and said to Lin Pingzhi.

"Junior Brother Lin, you know the way home well, why don't you lead the way?"

The journey from Shaanxi to Fujian passes through Huguang and Jiangxi, a long and arduous one. Having someone familiar with the route to guide you can save a lot of time.

"Yes, senior brother."

Lin Pingzhi nodded and then led the way on horseback.

The three headed towards Fujian.

……

Shaoshi Mountain.

Shaolin Temple.

Fang Sheng walked hurriedly through the temple, passing through magnificent halls and several long corridors, before arriving at a stone house.

A young novice monk stood guard outside the house.

"I have something to ask my senior brother, the abbot."

The young novice monk clasped his hands together. "Please wait a moment."

He then turned and went inside, and came out shortly after.

"The abbot invites you."

Fang Sheng entered the room and saw Fang Zheng sitting on a prayer mat with his eyes closed, chanting scriptures.

"Senior brother."

The chanting stopped.

Fang Zheng opened his eyes and glanced at him.

"What's the matter?"

Fang Sheng's expression was somewhat serious: "Senior Feng has arrived and wishes to meet my senior brother."

Feng Qingyang?

Fang Zheng remained calm: "Since Senior Feng has arrived, why not invite him in?"

Fang Sheng shook his head: "Junior brother has already invited him, but Senior Feng will not enter the temple. He will stay at an inn at the foot of the mountain. He wants the abbot to come down the mountain to see him."

Not going into the temple? Instead, they want him to come down the mountain to see them?

Fang Zheng's gaze changed slightly.

“In the past, although Elder Feng lived in seclusion on Mount Hua, he had visited my Shaolin Temple a few times. But now, he doesn’t even go into the temple.”

Fang Sheng said with a frown.

Upon hearing his junior brother's words, Fang Zheng remained silent, lost in thought.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fang Sheng said again, "Abbot Brother, how about I go down the mountain again to invite Elder Feng to come up?"

"no need."

Fang Zheng shook his head.

"Since Elder Feng didn't go up the mountain, it's the same if you go again, and it might even displease him."

Fang Zheng got up.

"It seems that Senior Feng is still resentful about what happened last June when Shaolin stopped the Songshan and Huashan sects from fighting each other."

Fang Sheng frowned upon hearing this: "Isn't Senior Feng living in seclusion? How did he know?"

Fang Zheng glanced at him. "Have you forgotten Linghu Chong?"

Linghu Chong's Dugu Nine Swords shone brightly that night on Mount Song last June.

He claims to be living in seclusion, but he has already found a successor for Feng Qingyang, so who can say whether he is truly living in seclusion?

Fang Sheng suddenly realized something, and then, as if he had thought of something, he quickly asked, "Senior Brother, does Senior Feng also know about that matter?"

After returning from Emei, Fang Zheng began to speculate that the two sects of Emei and Huashan were so wary of Shaolin because they knew something. Fang Sheng was even more concerned that Feng Qingyang might have come because of this matter.

"It shouldn't be."

Fang Zheng shook his head.

"If Senior Feng really came for this matter, he is not waiting for us at the foot of the mountain, but has already stormed Shaolin."

Fang Sheng frowned: "Should we go down the mountain to see him?"

Fang Zheng glanced at him.

"Why not see him? Senior Feng is a renowned senior who has lived in seclusion for a long time. Although he has retired, he is still a senior in the martial arts world. Although I am the abbot of Shaolin Temple, I am still a junior. How can I refuse to see Senior Feng if he wants to see me?"

"This……"

Fang Sheng hesitated.

Fang Zheng asked, "What are you worried about?"