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

Zen Master Lingxuan was surprised and nodded slightly.

"In fact, I am also very interested in a martial art. I heard that this martial art was once in the hands of your temple. I wonder if it is still in your hands now."

Jiang Ning suddenly said.

Zen Master Lingxuan smiled and asked, "What is the name of the technique that Young Master Jiang is talking about?"

"Sunflower Collection."

Hearing Jiang Ning's words, Zen Master Lingxuan's smile faded slightly. He looked at Jiang Ning with those cloudy eyes, carefully looking at him, trying to see something from it.

Jiang Ning's face showed no expression, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Zen Master Lingxuan smiled and said softly.

"I see."

Zen Master Lingxuan spoke in a very low voice and his lips barely moved. No one except him knew the four words he said.

Zen Master Lingxuan did not say anything else, but said: "This martial arts did once belong to my Southern Shaolin, but the original copy of this martial arts manual was burned before the death of our former abbot Zen Master Hongye, and my temple did not leave a copy, so my temple does not have this treasure book."

Hearing Zen Master Lingxuan's words, Jiang Ning nodded, as if he was just asking casually, and then stood up.

"My three brothers and I are going to leave tomorrow, so we came tonight to say goodbye to the Zen Master."

Zen Master Lingxuan smiled slightly and nodded. When Jiang Ning and the other two were about to leave, his eyes were always on Lin Pingzhi.

Zen Master Lingxuan did not withdraw his gaze until Jiang Ning and the other two left the Zen room.

After a long time.

Zen Master Lingxuan let out a long sigh.

After an unknown amount of time, Zen Master Lingxuan suddenly stood up, walked to a cabinet, opened it and took out a letter.

It was written on it that it was personally written by Zen Master Lingxuan, and the writer was Fangzheng.

Zen Master Lingxuan looked at the letter in astonishment and remained silent.

The letter arrived in February.

Zen Master Lingxuan held the letter in his hand and went to a candle in the Zen room and lit it.

The letter was engulfed by the flames and soon burned up.

Looking at the pile of paper ashes on the ground, Zen Master Lingxuan's eyes were lost in thought, as if he was lost in memories. Then he walked tremblingly to the cushion and sat down.

He looked older now than before.

……

"Junior brother, is the Sunflower Manual you are talking about the Sunflower Manual that the current leader of the Demon Cult, Dongfang Bubai, is practicing?"

On the way back to the guest house, Linghu Chong couldn't help but ask.

Jiang Ning nodded.

Linghu Chong asked curiously, "How do you know that the Sunflower Manual is in the hands of Southern Shaolin?"

Linghu Chong had no idea about the source of the sword energy dispute.

Jiang Ning smiled and said, "I have heard this rumor before when I was traveling around the world, so I asked about it this time."

"I see."

Linghu Chong had no doubts and nodded in understanding.

After returning to the guest house, Jiang Ning and the other two went to bed early. They got up early the next morning and prepared to bid farewell to Zen Master Lingxuan again.

But when the three of them arrived at Zen Master Lingxuan's Zen temple, they found that it was surrounded by a group of monks, including eminent monks such as Buhuo.

At this time, these monks looked like they were crying, and even the high monks such as Buhuo had a look of grief on their faces.

"Master Buhuo, what happened?"

Linghu Chong was very curious and stepped forward to ask.

Buhuo looked very sad and his voice was extremely sorrowful.

"Our temple's abbot, Zen Master Lingxuan, passed away last night."

Chapter 515: Lion's Roar

"what?"

When Buhuo said this, not only Linghu Chong was shocked, but even Jiang Ning and Lin Pingzhi were also very surprised.

When they met Zen Master Lingxuan last night, he looked old but was fine. How could he have died overnight? Did he die after meeting them?

However, at this moment, so many monks were gathered in Master Lingxuan's Zen temple. Seeing their sad expressions, he knew without hesitation that what Buhuo said was true.

"Masters, please accept my condolences."

Jiang Ning said.

Linghu Chong's heart tightened at this moment.

The other party was fine before they met Zen Master Lingxuan last night, but died after the meeting. Will these monks of Southern Shaolin blame them for the death of Zen Master Lingxuan?

However, Buhuo's next words put Linghu Chong at ease.

"Young Master Jiang, my master called me here last night after meeting the three young masters."

Buhuo looked at Jiang Ning and said, "Zen Master Lingxuan said that his life has come to an end and his soul will soon return to heaven. Before he leaves, the Zen Master asked me to give this thing to you."

As they were talking, a monk came over with a plate with some books on it.

These books are yellowed and look very old, as if they have been around for many years.

"Yesterday, Young Master Jiang told the Zen Master that he was interested in my Buddhist Lion's Roar Kung Fu, so the Zen Master asked me to give these books to you."

Buhuo said: "These books are all the experience of practicing the Lion's Roar Kung Fu recorded by the senior monks in my temple. The Zen master said that this may be helpful to you."

Jiang Ning was no longer surprised, but astonished.

"Master, this..."

Jiang Ning wanted to refuse, but Buhuo continued, "The Zen master said that Young Master Jiang was the first person to pass through the Arhat Formation since the establishment of our temple. These books are a small token of his appreciation for you. This was also his last wish before his death. I hope Young Master Jiang will not refuse."

At this time, Buhuo was feeling very sad.

When Zen Master Lingxuan asked him to do this last night, he was very confused as to why Zen Master Lingxuan was so nice to Jiang Ning, but this was his master's last wish, so he had no choice but to agree even if he didn't want to.

Jiang Ning opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and finally said, "Thank you for your kindness, Master."

Jiang Ning took the books.

Buhuo said, "Are you three ready to leave? I will have someone escort you three out of the temple later, and I will not accompany you."

Linghu Chong said quickly: "Thank you, Master."

After talking to Jiang Ning and the other two, Buhuo turned around and left to arrange Zen Master Lingxuan's funeral.

Now the whole Zen temple is filled with grief.

"Let's go, Senior Brother, Junior Brother Lin."

Jiang Ning said.

Linghu Chong and Lin Pingzhi nodded, and the three of them left.

After leaving the temple, Jiang Ning and the other two rode on horseback towards Fuzhou Prefecture.

Linghu Chong was in a bad mood all the way, and it was obvious that the death of Zen Master Lingxuan had affected him.

Although he had only stayed in Southern Shaolin for a period of time and had not met Zen Master Lingxuan many times, he had a good impression of the old man.

"When I came here, Zen Master Lingxuan was fine, but now he has suddenly passed away."

Linghu Chong couldn't help but sigh.

"Master Lingxuan is such a good person, but life is so unpredictable."

Compared to Linghu Chong, Jiang Ning seemed calmer.

He just had some doubts in his mind.

After leaving Southern Shaolin, the three of them continued on their journey and arrived in Fuzhou Prefecture the next day.

It is almost November now and autumn has arrived. Fuzhou is filled with autumn atmosphere and the maple trees on both sides of the bluestone road are shedding their leaves.

When Jiang Ning and Linghu Chong returned to the Fuwei Escort Agency, they discovered that the broken flagpoles on both sides of the agency's main entrance had been erected again, with flags flying on top. One flag had a lion embroidered on it, and the other had Fuwei Escort Agency written on it.

This was caused by Lin Pingzhi.

Looking at the two flags, Lin Pingzhi made a secret decision in his heart.

I will definitely revive the Fuwei Escort Agency!

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Lin Pingzhi walked forward and pushed open the door of the escort agency, only to see a number of people busy inside. These were the people he had hired to clean the agency and take care of the children.

"Hey, be careful."

A woman saw a child almost falling and hurried over to help him up.

"It's inconvenient for you to leave. If you have any problem, just tell us. We are all paid by Master Lin to take care of you."

As the woman spoke, she saw the child's disability and her eyes became moist and she wiped her eyes.

"I really don't know what happened to you in the past, and I don't know which damn people made you like this, ah."

The child was about to speak, but when he saw Jiang Ning and the other two standing at the gate, his eyes lit up, and he quickly stood up, broke away from the woman, and limped towards Jiang Ning and the other two, shouting.

"Brother Lin."

The Brother Lin he was referring to was Lin Pingzhi.

The child opened his arms as if for a hug, but did not stop when he reached Lin Pingzhi, but rushed towards Jiang Ning.

Seeing this, Jiang Ning bent down and the child threw himself into his arms.

"How are the injuries on your body?"

Jiang Ning asked.