The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, Becomes a Disciple of Yue Buqun

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Linghu Chong, who was thinking, stood up and prepared to leave after hearing this, and Jiang Ning also stood up.

The three of them said goodbye to Yue Buqun.

"Master, the disciples are leaving now."

The three said.

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

"Your horses are ready at the foot of the mountain. The sooner you go, the sooner you will be back."

"Yes."

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

Watching the three disciples leaving, Yue Buqun stood there for a long time before returning to the house.

Chapter 482: Feng Qingyang sees Fang Zheng (Lin Feng who likes Lung Gold Grass adds 1/2)

"Big Brother, Senior Brother Jiang Ning, I am familiar with the road to Fujian, let me lead the way."

The three of them rode away from Huaming Village on the prepared horses, and Lin Pingzhi said to Jiangning and Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong didn't say anything, he was secretly happy.

Great!

The master is not here when we go down the mountain this time!

Jiang Ning nodded. "Then let's go to Junior Brother Lao Lin."

Lin Pingzhi even said he didn't dare.

"Big brother."

Jiang Ning looked at Linghu Chong. "Since Junior Brother Lin wants to go back to his hometown to worship 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 relatively close. Jiang Ning plans to go to Fuzhou Prefecture first.

However, after Jiang Ning finished speaking, he did not get a response. He turned around and found Linghu Chong was in a daze, with a smile on his face from time to time. It was unknown what he was thinking.

"Big Brother? Big Brother?"

Jiang Ning said it twice before waking Linghu Chong up.

"Ah? What's wrong?"

Jiang Ning added: "What I mean is that we should go to Fuzhou Prefecture to accompany Junior Brother Lin to worship our ancestors first and then visit Putian Shaolin Temple."

Linghu Chong nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"It's all up to you."

He doesn't care where he goes, just treat it as fun.

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

"Junior Brother Lin, you are familiar with the way home, you can lead the way."

The journey from Shaanxi to Fujian is long, as one has to pass through Huguang and Jiangxi. If one has someone familiar with the way, one can save a lot of time.

"Yes, senior brother."

Lin Pingzhi nodded, then rode his horse and led the way.

The three of them headed towards Fujian.

……

Shaoshi Mountain.

Shaolin Temple.

Fang Sheng walked hurriedly in the temple, passing through a series of magnificent halls, and walking through several long corridors, and came to the outside of a stone house.

There was a young monk standing guard outside the house.

"I have something to ask you, Brother Abbot."

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

Then he turned and went into the house and came out soon after.

"The abbot invites you."

When Fang Sheng walked into the room, he saw Fang Zheng sitting on a cushion with his eyes closed and chanting sutras.

"Senior brother."

The chanting stopped.

Fang Zheng opened his eyes and looked at him.

"What's the matter?"

Fang Sheng's face was somewhat serious: "Old Senior Feng is here and wants to see me."

Feng Qingyang?

Fang Zheng's expression remained calm: "Since Senior Feng is here, why don't you invite him in?"

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

Not going into the temple? Do you want him to come down the mountain to see you?

Fang Zheng's eyes changed slightly.

"Although Senior Feng lived in seclusion in Huashan in the past, he also came to visit my Shaolin Temple several times, but he never came like this, not even entering the temple."

Fang Sheng said with a frown.

After hearing what his junior fellow apprentice said, Fang Zheng remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

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

"no need."

Fang Zheng shook his head.

"Since Elder Feng didn't go up the mountain, it would be the same if you went again. It would only make him unhappy."

Fang Zheng stood up.

"It seems that Senior Feng must have known that my Shaolin stopped the Songshan Sect and Huashan Sect from fighting each other in June last year and he is still resentful."

Fang Sheng frowned when he heard this: "Isn't Senior Feng in seclusion? How did he know?"

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

That night on Mount Songshan last June, Linghu Chong's Dugu Nine Swords shined brilliantly.

He said he was in seclusion, but Feng Qingyang’s successor had already been found, so who could say whether he was really in seclusion?

Fang Sheng suddenly came to his senses, and then as if he had thought of something, he hurriedly asked: "Brother, does Senior Feng also know about that matter?"

After returning from Emei, Fang Zheng was wondering whether the two sects of Emei and Huashan were so wary of Shaolin because they knew something. Fang Sheng was even more wondering whether Feng Qingyang came this time because of this matter.

"Probably not."

Fang Zheng shook his head.

"If Elder Feng really came here for this matter, he would not be waiting for us at the foot of the mountain, but would have already gone to Shaolin to attack us."

Fang Sheng frowned: "Then should we go down the mountain to meet him?"

Fang Zheng glanced at him.

"Why not? Senior Feng is a senior who has been famous 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 also a junior. If Senior Feng wants to see me, how can I not see him?"

"This……"

Fang Sheng was a little hesitant.

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

Fang Sheng said: "Old Senior Feng is an expert in swordsmanship and martial arts. If he really does this to me..."

"Think more."

Fang Zheng interrupted him.

"Old Feng is a man of high moral character and has lived in seclusion for decades without fighting anyone. How could he attack me because of some misunderstanding? Not to mention that Old Feng saved your life and has done me a great favor. Even if Old Feng wants to kill me, I can just give it to him as a repayment for his great favor. Go and ask someone to go down the mountain to report to Old Feng. I will go down the mountain to meet him right away."

Fang Sheng understood what Fang Zheng said.

"Yes, senior brother."

Fang Sheng left first and arranged for people to meet Feng Qingyang, while Fang Zheng went back to the house to change into a monk's robe before going down the mountain.

……

In an inn in a county town near the foot of Mount Shaoshi.

Feng Qingyang sat in a chair by the window with his eyes closed, resting for an unknown amount of time.

Boom boom boom!

There was a knock on the door, and then a voice

"Old senior, I am a disciple of Shaolin Temple. The abbot of our temple is on the way and has specially sent me to report to you, old senior."

Listening to the monk's words outside the house, Feng Qingyang didn't open his eyes and didn't move.

After a long time without any response from inside the house, the monk outside did not dare to push the door open and waited at the door.

I don’t know how long it took, but I heard several footsteps outside, as well as the voice of the monk from before.

"This humble monk pays homage to the abbot."

"Is anyone still inside?"

"I have been guarding here and have not left."