In the evening, after Zhang Hu'en finished his evening class, he remembered the agreement with Huo Foreword, so he collected the Buddhist scriptures early and walked out. When he walked to the door, he met Master Fang Zheng, who he liked to encounter the most. Looking at Master Fang Zheng's smiling eyes and chubby face, he complained for no reason.

(Boss, I'm not a beauty. Do you want to meet me every day?)

"Where are you going to the heart?"

"Report to the abbot, go to the Sutra Library to borrow books."

"Oh, have you read the "Infinite Meaning Sutra" carefully?"

"Report to the abbot, I have read it carefully. I will borrow the "Mahayana Sutra of the General Holdings of the Mahayana".

"Nirvana Sutra? It's too profound for you. I have a book called "Mahaprajna Paramita Sutra" that is more suitable for you."

As Master Fang Zheng said that, he took out a thick Buddhist scripture hidden under the cassock. Zhang Hu'en's eyes lit up. The scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion were not so thick. It seemed that the abbot wrote his experience in it. Zhang Hu'en had an understanding of the comments of the monks. When a commentary was read, his Buddhist practice was soaring. It was much easier to understand than the unannounced Buddhist scriptures that had to be chewed in words. He thanked Fang Zheng, put the Buddhist scriptures into the monk's robe, and walked towards the Sutra Pavilion.

Fang Zheng returned to the door of the abbot's room with a smile. A gleam suddenly appeared in his eyes. He reached out and pushed the door naturally and said:

"What is the intention of the monk?"

The old monk sitting in the abbot's room was wearing a more luxurious robe like the one on his body, and he said without looking back:

"Abbot, when are you going to send the monks of this temple to take over the forces at the foot of the temple mountain?"

"Xuancheng Divine Monk, I have been calculating about this matter for a long time. We are the monks..."

Master Xuancheng didn't argue with him at all. He stood up and turned to look at Fang Zheng, saying:

"Zuo Lengchan Langzi is ambition. He is contacting the four sects of Huashan, Hengshan, Hengshan and Taishan to prepare to establish the Five Mountains Sword Sect. Once the matter is done, how much land do you think we Shaolin can still maintain?"

"Sir, listen to me..."

"If the abbot insists on not wanting to confirm the territory of this temple, then you have to let this abbot out of the room."

"Amitabha."

Fang Zheng quickly suppressed the anger in his heart and chanted the Buddha's name without anger or annoyance. It seemed that these respected seniors were finally going to take action. They originally thought they would continue to endure it, but they still couldn't help it. It seemed that the Wu Sheng Sect took a wonderful step, which made the balance that was originally difficult to maintain was finally broken.

"Since that's the case, I will move back to the monk's house to live."

Master Fang Zheng is a principled person and is unwilling to oppress and exploit those unarmed civilians because of the struggle for power. He packed up his monk's robes and robes, brought a few Buddhist scriptures that were still annotated and moved out of the abbot's room. Xuan Cheng's deep internal force resounded over Shaolin through the roar of a lion:

"After discussing and deciding by the elders, Fang Zheng Shaolin Abbot is removed from his post, and Lingmen will temporarily take over the post of the post of the abbot."

Zhang Huen, who was fighting with Huo Forefa, was stunned. The two of them were stunned in the night sky and looked at the brightly lit Shaolin Zen Temple below. Huo Forefa, threw away the stick and cursed:

"No more fights, what's the thing? That old boy from Lingmen is worthy of being the abbot. I'm so good at it, he can be it. I can be it!"

The Lingmen is actually not a scumbag. After all, they are Xuan Ji, Xuan Ci, and Xuan Nan's masters. However, their martial arts are limited, which is much worse than Xuan Cheng of the Xuan Generation. At most, they are equal to his disciple Xuan Ci, and their seniority is enough. But in terms of fame, they are not good at all. At least when Fang Zheng became the abbot, no one criticized him for Buddhism or martial arts.

Zhang Huen felt that Shaolin Temple was becoming more and more strange. Xuan Cheng's roar had completely offended the monks of the Fang generation. Although they were small in their generation, in terms of martial arts, character, and Buddhist cultivation, they were hard to distinguish from the masters of Kong and Xuan generations. Originally, there was a great benefit to being the head of the younger generation. Even if they were defeated, the old ones could still jump out. As a result, they now pushed the oldest spiritual sect to the front desk regardless of their sect. Now, even the only way out was blocked.

Zhang Hu'en sat next to the Forefather Tuo. Toutuo squeezed the wine gourd and took a sip and handed it to Zhang Hu'en. Zhang Hu'en was not restrained and immediately opened his mouth to drink it. The Toutuo had a bad face and laughed:

"Mind proves that you are a wonderful person, even more wonderful than that old monk Miaodi. Otherwise, how about you worship me as your teacher? I will pass on your peerless internal skills to help you ascend to the position of Shaolin Abbot. Look, the old immortals like Lingmen have climbed up, let alone you."

"Well."

Zhang Huen really doesn't want to hit him. I've known you so much internal skills, but I just don't have time to practice. I put down the gourd and was about to unlock Jietou Tuo, so as not to be unable to think about it for a moment. I really did something bad to fight with my fellow disciples to judge Shaolin. But before I could speak, the roar of the lion of the old monk Lingmen came from the air.

"Shaolin disciples obey the order. The abbot's order is as follows. Tomorrow, the monk will be selected in front of the Great Hall at noon and go down the mountain to collect money, food and fodder for this temple. The quota is limited. Those who are interested can register at the Damo Academy."

Zhang Hu'en looked at the head with a dark face. The Lingmen acted like this, which completely rejected Fang Zheng's management principles and did not give him any face to his ex-abbot.

"Don't let your mother gossip. If you don't farm, you will know how to steal those civilians. Lingmen old dogs, will you dare to fight with me!"

The Nine Yang Divine Art is indeed too awesome. Although Tou Tuo can't roar a lion, under the urging of the powerful internal force, the sound also spread far away. Moreover, his woodshed was on the hillside. When he shouted down, he could immediately hear the temple.

A faint "unrestrained" sound suddenly came from the edge of the mountain. Zhang Hu'en looked at a monk in a white robe running up against the vertical mountain wall. Toutuo turned around and picked up the wooden stick and said to Zhang Hu'en:

"Go away, you want to be the abbot and you can't let them see you with me."

Without saying a word, Zhang Hu'en pushed Zhang Hu'en down the mountain, and his powerful internal force directly pushed Zhang Hu'en into the forest. Zhang Hu'en finally hung on a tree. When he looked up, he saw the white-robed monk landing in front of Toutuo and shouting:

"Who are you?"

"Hahaha, a fire foreman who does a chore!"

"So, I'll take a slap!"

The Great Vajra Palm and the Wei Tuo Palm of the Fire Forefather Tuo actually made the white-robed monk take a few steps back. The white-robed monk's face changed and he said coldly:

"Nine Yang Divine Arts? Who are you?"

"Nine Yang Divine Arts? No, it's just a similar figure. Who are you?"

The two of them didn't say anything but a long sentence, and they started fighting again. Zhang Hu'en hid in the tree and watched it with a heart-wrenching grief. It was all because of the screenwriter of Brothers' Friendship Company. He insisted on having a big fight. Now, the descendants of the Jiuyang Lineage blew each other, one of the Huo Forefather and the other one of the Fall and the Serena Zen Master, and there was no good ending.

Zhang Hu'en was about to flash out and stop the two of them, and a dull voice rang in his heart:

"Don't go, it will be useless if you go."

"You...who are you?"

Zhang Hu'en asked in his heart, and the voice was silent for a while and said:

"My truth of my monk."

Zhang Hu'en fell under the tree, looked at a gray-robed monk who looked like an old god standing in front of him, and asked:

"Master, why did they kill each other?"

Miaodi said with a look of pain:

"Toutuo is a civilian, and Wuse is a gentry. When the abbot of Lingmen said this, if Toutuo does not provoke, it will be enough. If he provokes him, Wuse, who is the abbot's guardian, will never let him go."

"But even so, Tauta will not be punished to death?"

"Hey, Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing in it. Where can dust be caused? Let's just go down the mountain with your heart. Don't let people notice that you have contact with Tou Tu. The old monk will protect Tou Tu. Go."

Zhang Hu'en was silent for a moment. The rules of this tm were really nonsense. When he pretended to be nothing, he saw the monks talking a lot. Finally, he didn't have to do coolies in Shaolin Temple. Everyone had happy smiles on their faces, and they didn't care about Huo Foreword's rash words at all. Perhaps in their eyes, no one could make trouble on the one-acre and three-point ground in Shaolin Temple, right?

"Rumors from the rivers and lakes, the fire forebodou of Shaolin Temple secretly learned the peerless martial arts Nine Yang Divine Arts, and was expelled from Shaolin by Zen Master Wuse, and his whereabouts were unknown."

The next day, Zhang Hu'en got up very early. After washing up, he fell into a long silence after hearing the news. He came out of the meditation room and saw many young monks walking around in the temple with sticks in their hands. He grabbed the suspicious person and asked where he went last night? Have you ever gone up the back mountain? Zhang Hu'en walked to the vegetarian hall as if nothing had happened. Perhaps because of the mysterious and painful face of the Arhat Hall, the stick monks did not come to interrogate him.

The monks of the Xin generation are all in good spirits today, because the mission of monks has been issued. The seven villages and towns at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain have been marked by the Lingmen for the sphere of influence of Shaolin. Each village has one monk, two monks, eight monks, and 11 monks under the jurisdiction of 110 martial monks and 11 monks. They are mainly responsible for the taxation, grain and fodder of villages and towns, and also serve as village chiefs, defending their hometowns, catching thieves and chasing murderers and other businesses. In Zhang Hu'en's view, it is just a disguised collection of protection fees and serving as a protective umbrella for villages and towns.

However, it is obvious that not all monks of the Xin generation think so. They are tired of being in the mountains now. The life of simple food and food has almost faded out of their mouths. This time, they went down the mountain, which was the beginning of their return to the world.

"Heart proves, why don't you go to the Main Hall to receive the Monk's mission?"

After dinner, Zhang Hu'en was preparing to complete the morning class at Luohan Hall, but when he went out, he found that Master Fang Zheng, who had been dismissed, was standing in the corner with a smile, waving at him. He walked over and shook his head and said:

"If you take this kind of mission, you will be struck by lightning."

"The truth is that the power lies with the evil ones, and the evil ones must be done, and the power lies with the good ones?"

After Fang Zheng said this, Zhang Hu'en frowned, knew what he meant, and said:

"I know the truth. Go down the mountain immediately and be sure to maintain the reputation of this temple."

"Amitabha!"

The two of them proclaimed the Buddha's name to each other and left each other. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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