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

In addition to exchanging feelings, another ostensible reason for this trip was to discuss martial arts, but neither Zen Master Lingxuan nor Jiang Ning mentioned it today.

Discussing martial arts is said to be a discussion, but in fact it is just a fight. How can we discuss without a fight?

Today is the first day, it is not appropriate to fight, both sides understand.

Lingxuan smiled gently and called out, and a little monk came in from outside the door.

"Please follow me, my two benefactors."

"Thank you, Master."

Jiang Ning said this, then he and Linghu Chong followed the little monk out.

The Putian Shaolin Temple is very grand and covers a large area. The young monk led Jiang Ning and the other person through many buildings and finally arrived at a small courtyard.

This is the guest house where Zen Master Lingxuan entertained them.

After thanking the young monk, the two entered the main hall. Linghu Chong finally relaxed and sat down on the chair like a puddle of mud.

"The abbot of Southern Shaolin is also a highly accomplished monk."

Linghu Chong said.

During the conversation just now, he felt that Zen Master Lingxuan's every word and action was that of a great monk.

"Ah."

Jiang Ning nodded.

"He's also good at martial arts."

Just now Jiang Ning was also observing that although Zen Master Lingxuan was old, his breathing was long and steady. It was obvious that he was a master with great internal skills. As for how powerful he was, Jiang Ning couldn't estimate, but he was definitely a master.

"Junior brother."

Linghu Chong said at this time: "Let me take charge of the martial arts exchange later."

Linghu Chong also knew that they came here to exchange martial arts, so he volunteered.

It was not that he was belligerent and wanted to steal Jiang Ning's limelight, but Jiang Ning's martial arts were too high. The other party obviously knew about Jiang Ning's deeds. If Jiang Ning was allowed to personally participate in the subsequent competition, the other party might think that they were here to mess up the show. Linghu Chong, who didn't know the purpose of his visit, didn't want to cause a bad relationship between the two sides, so he began to volunteer.

"Let's talk about this later."

Jiang Ning neither refused nor agreed. He was not very concerned about this issue.

He came to find out the truth about the sword energy dispute that year, and whether he wanted to compete with him was secondary.

It's getting late.

“Ahhh~~”

Linghu Chong yawned and prepared to go to sleep, but he saw Jiang Ning standing up and heading outside.

"Eh? Where are you going, brother?"

Jiang Ning turned around and looked at him.

"If you can't sleep, go out for a walk. Big Brother, you go to sleep first."

Linghu Chong was stunned.

What's the point of dispersing so late at night?

After seeing Jiang Ning walk out, Linghu Chong did not suspect anything and turned around and walked towards his room, stretching as he walked.

After leaving the guest house, Jiang Ning sneaked under the cover of night and headed towards Master Lingxuan's temple along the direction he had memorized during the day.

Chapter 503: Night Talk (Louis Likes Oranges, additional chapter 4/16)

Jiang Ning's figure disappeared into the darkness without making any sound.

We met many monks along the way, but none of them found Jiang Ning.

Following his memory, he arrived at the Zen temple he had visited during the day. Jiang Ning turned over and entered the temple, avoiding the novice monk guarding the door, until he reached the outside of Zen Master Lingxuan's Zen room.

The night was quiet and pitch black all around. The candlelight in the Zen room shone on the paper window, reflecting the figure of a person.

Jiang Ning walked lightly and held his breath as he approached the meditation room.

The figure in the Zen room remained motionless.

Jiang Ning moved closer to the window and looked through the gap.

I saw Zen Master Lingxuan, whom I had seen during the day, sitting quietly on the cushion with his eyes closed and not moving at all, as if he was meditating.

But Jiang Ning discovered that Zen Master Lingxuan frowned from time to time, and it was obvious that he was not meditating. He just didn't know what he was thinking about.

Jiang Ning observed for a while, but Zen Master Lingxuan just didn't move and he didn't find anything.

After finding no results, Jiang Ning prepared to leave quietly, but at this moment a monk walked in from outside the Zen temple. Judging from his monk robe, he was obviously a high monk from Southern Shaolin.

Seeing this, Jiang Ning hid himself so as not to be seen by the other party.

The monk entered Master Lingxuan's temple without getting the novices' approval and knocked gently on the door.

"Master."

The monk knocked on the door and said softly.

"Are you not confused? Come in."

The voice of Zen Master Lingxuan was heard from the Zen room.

"Yes, Master."

The monk known as Buhuo pushed open the door and walked in, forcing Jiang Ning, who had wanted to leave, to stay.

Jiang Ning did not look through the gap at this time, but only saw the candlelight illuminating the two figures in the Zen room.

As the Xiantian Qi was circulated in his body, Jiang Ning's breathing slowed down, his hearing became stronger, and the voices inside could be heard clearly.

In the Zen room.

"Disciple has met the master."

Buhuo bowed respectfully to Zen Master Lingxuan.

Zen Master Lingxuan opened his eyes, looked at him, and smiled gently.

"sit down."

After Buhuo sat down, Zen Master Lingxuan asked, "What's the matter?"

Buhuo looked serious and asked, "Master, have the people from Huashan Sect arrived today?"

Zen Master Lingxuan laughed.

"You are quite well informed."

"I also heard it from other people in the temple."

Buhuo explained.

Zen Master Lingxuan smiled and said, "Two young men from the Huashan Sect have indeed arrived at the temple today."

Buhuo frowned.

"Master, please forgive me for being rude. I heard that the Huashan Sect's visitors to my Shaolin Temple this time are a man named Linghu Chong and a man named Jiang Ning, who is the Ning Yanwang that is rumored in the martial arts world."

Buhuo said seriously, "Master, Linghu Chong is the eldest disciple of Master Yue, and Jiang Ning is Master Yue's favorite disciple. Now Master Yue sent them here. Does this move have any other meaning?"

"What do you mean?"

Zen Master Lingxuan smiled.

"The Huashan Sect wants to visit my Shaolin Temple to improve the relationship between the two sides. Naturally, they would send their best disciples. What's so strange about this?"

"That's exactly what I'm wondering about."

Buhuo frowned and said, "My Southern Shaolin did have good relations with Huashan Sect in the past, but that was many years ago. In the past few decades, Huashan Sect and my Southern Shaolin have never had any intersection. Now they suddenly sent these two people here. I am worried that Huashan Sect is coveting my Southern Shaolin's martial arts again, and is using the excuse of visiting to spy on my temple's martial arts. After all, Huashan Sect once..."

“No doubt.”

Before Buhuo could finish his words, Zen Master Lingxuan stopped him.

"Let's not talk about the past anymore. When Yue and Cai from Huashan Sect came to Shaolin, they only saw the Sunflower Manual by accident. The Sunflower Manual is indeed an extremely profound secret manual. For people in the martial arts world, seeing a peerless secret manual is like seeing gold. If we don't see it, then it's fine. But if we do see it, we must comprehend it thoroughly. This is just the obsession of our generation of martial arts fanatics. Besides, this matter has been in the past for so long. Let's not mention it anymore. It will only increase the rift between our temple and Huashan Sect."

Listening to his master's words, Buhuo lowered his head.

"Yes, disciple is superficial."

When Buhuo mentioned the past, Zen Master Lingxuan looked dazed, as if he was lost in memories. It took him a long time to come back to his senses and look at Buhuo.

"Is there anything else?"

Buhuo saw that his master had come back to his senses, and lowered his head and said, "Master, there is news about Bujie's whereabouts."

Zen Master Lingxuan asked, "What's the news?"

Buhuo said: "According to the reply from the lay disciples we sent out, we found that Bujie, who had defected from the temple for many years, had appeared in Shanxi and seemed to have some connection with the Hengshan Sect."

"If you don't quit..."

When Zen Master Lingxuan heard these two words, he was stunned again and fell into memories again.

Buhuo was still asking, "Master, should we send monks to Shanxi to capture Bujie?"

Zen Master Lingxuan glanced at him and shook his head.

"No."

Buhuo was stunned and asked, "Why?"

Zen Master Lingxuan smiled and asked back: "Why do you want to catch them?"

Buhuo said solemnly, "Bujie was born a butcher, and wanted to join our Southern Shaolin Temple. He has killed countless lives, so our temple naturally cannot accept him. Master appreciated his determination to put down his butcher knife, so he made an exception and allowed him to become a monk and taught him martial arts. However, he did not appreciate Master's kindness, and he broke countless precepts in the temple. He ran to the Sutra Library several times to spy on the martial arts in the temple, and finally he was unable to let go of his worldly desires and defected from the temple. If we don't capture him and punish him as a warning to others, how can we be worthy of Master, and how can we let other monks learn from him?"

Hearing Buhuo's words, Zen Master Lingxuan's expression did not change, he just smiled.

"He has been in my temple for many years and still breaks the precepts, which means he has no affinity with Buddha. Even if we catch him back, it will be useless. Since he has no affinity with Buddha, we should not force him. Forget it, just let him be."

Zen Master Lingxuan spoke in a nonchalant manner, but only he himself knew his true feelings.

"Can……"

Buhuo still wanted to say something unwillingly, but Zen Master Lingxuan was already tired, so he closed his eyes and began to meditate.