Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

Northern Shaolin must also hate him.

Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and said very gently:

"Yes, you can tell if the benefactor is a predestined person or not just by looking at his face."

This moved Lin Pingzhi a little.

If this formula proves to be true, you can give the Yi Jin Jing to yourself.

It is possible.

In the original book, Fang Zheng wanted to give the Yi Jin Jing to Linghu Chong.

The requirement is to let Linghu Chong become a disciple of Shaolin laymen.

If this requirement is to make yourself a disciple of Shaolin laymen.

That's acceptable.

"Okay, let me show you what's wrong."

With that said, Lin Pingzhi threw the mask on the ground.

However, a look of astonishment appeared in Fang Zheng's eyes.

"It's you!"

Fang Zheng exclaimed.

"Magic Respect Building!"

He growled through gritted teeth.

Lin Pingzhi looked at Fang Zheng with a half-smile.

"What? Master Fang Zheng thinks I'm not destined?" Lin Pingzhi asked lightly.

Fang Zheng originally had anger on his face.

Listening to Lin Pingzhi's words, the original anger on Fang Zheng's face gradually disappeared.

He looked at Lin Pingzhi and spoke slowly.

"Your Excellency is indeed a predestined person in my Shaolin! As long as you are willing to live in my Shaolin for [-] years, I will offer you the Yi Jin Jing with both hands."

"Fifty years?"

Lin Pingzhi clicked his tongue.

This monk Fangzheng must be crazy.

Decades at every turn.

Is this something humans can do?

For Lin Pingzhi.

Fifty years have passed, and he is seventy years old.

If you come out, you will definitely be beaten to death by those young and strong boys.

"Master Fangzheng, I have heard of your reputation, but it may not be possible for fifty years."

Lin Pingzhi said with a smile.

"However, I would like to ask Master Fangzheng, how did you find me?"

Lin Pingzhi was a little curious about this point.

Fang Zheng smiled and pointed to the bookcase.

"I know the location of every scripture here. The location has changed, and there is a missing flower finger. You must have taken it, right?"

"No, I didn't take it."

Lin Ping's death was not recognized.

That's a fake finger.

It had disappeared, and Lin Pingzhi couldn't take it out even if he wanted to.

"Okay, Master Fangzheng, I haven't got the Yijinjing, so I'm leaving."

Lin Pingzhi said with a smile.

He had already sensed that many people gathered around the door.

I must break free from the encirclement as soon as possible.

Fang Zheng also wanted to keep Lin Pingzhi.

But Lin Pingzhi stepped a little, and rushed directly towards the door of the scripture storage pavilion.

"Chong!"

The weeping blood ghost blade became a knife when it was unsheathed.

A Hu family's saber technique slashed towards the door of the Sutra Pavilion.