Lin Mang pondered for a moment, smiled and raised his glass to signal.

The meaning is self-evident.

With a smile on his face, Sun En stood up and cupped his hands and said, "Then I won't disturb Mr. Lin."

Watching Sun En leave, Lin Mang fell into busyness again.

He wanted to enter the palace arsenal, but who wouldn't have the chance?

…

Southern Shaolin,

The news from the capital eventually spread to all directions.

How could such sensational news be concealed?

What's more, it concerns Shaolin.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The melodious bell rang.

In the Buddhist hall, a group of monks were sitting cross-legged, gently reciting the Sutra of Rebirth and doing rituals.

Liao Yin opened the door to the top floor of the Sutra Pavilion with a sad face.

"Uncle!"

Liao Yin knelt on the ground and said sadly: "Senior brother... passed away."

Xuan Ming, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes and softly recited a Buddhist chant. A trace of ripples appeared in his empty eyes, and he said softly: "All of this is a choice to end."

"Then Lin Mang can die?"

Hearing this, Liaoyin suddenly said with anger on his face: "No!"

"Recently there are rumors in the world that he has entered the realm of Arhat."

Rarely, Xuan Ming's face showed a look of shock, his eyes widened, and his whole body released an extremely terrifying aura.

Liao Yin was taken by this momentum, his face was full of surprise and horror.

Everyone in Shaolin knew that the new abbot was famous for his gentle personality, but his aura was even stronger than that of Senior Brother Jie.

Liao Yin was silent for a moment, as if suppressing his anger, and gritted his teeth and said: "Not only that, that devil even spread my seventy-two Shaolin stunts to the world. Now the whole world has begun to spread my Shaolin stunts."

"Uncle, he is cutting off the inheritance of my Shaolin youth!"

Liao Yin roared, his face full of anger.

Xuan Ming's old eyes suddenly filled with murderous intent, and the Buddha's light around him was strong, exuding an astonishing aura.

Soon he quietly disappeared and recited the Buddha's name softly.

"Amitabha." Xuanming recited the Buddha's name softly and sighed: "I have closed the mountain in Shaolin, how can I be born again?"

Maybe he shouldn't have let him go to the capital in the first place.

The majestic Shaolin sect, a thousand-year-old sect, has been insulted to this extent.

"That's all." Xuan Ming said softly: "I'll send you a letter to Northern Shaolin."

"We can only ask them to come forward on this matter."

Since the mountain has been closed, if you go out of the mountain at this moment, you will break the rules.

Unless all monks can be expelled from Shaolin, but if that is the case, is Shaolin still Shaolin?

You can use the excuse of being removed from Shaolin to end it, but if you do it again, you will be provoking the imperial court.

"Uncle, aren't you going to avenge your senior brother?"

Liao Yin's face was full of reluctance.

The four great Shaolin monks seem to have become a joke at this moment.

He has completely become the laughingstock of the world.

Xuan Ming looked down at Yin and said calmly: "From today on, you can go to the Demon Suppressing Tower to meditate."

"yes……"

Liaoyin was startled and walked out with a look of reluctance.

Xuan Ming looked out the window with deep eyes and said quietly: "Buddha also has the appearance of a vajra with angry eyes."

"Amitabha."

…

Time passes quietly,

The story about the seventy-two stunts quickly spread throughout the world.

In just half a month, everyone knew about it.

Even many Jianghu people woke up one night and found that there were many people selling Shaolin special skills in the streets and alleys.

In fact, all along, aristocratic families and famous sects have firmly controlled the inheritance of martial arts.

Nowadays, the spread of Shaolin's unique skills has given many people in the world an opportunity.

As we all know, if anyone outside Shaolin practices Shaolin Kung Fu, all of their skills will be revoked.

There are many lay disciples who came out of Shaolin, but none of their descendants practice Shaolin martial arts. It is for this reason.

Even though it is known that after practicing Shaolin Kung Fu, one will be favored by Shaolin, many people still take risks.

As for the people who sell the exercises, they are naturally the Jin Yiwei from all over the country.

These stunts are all copies of rubbings.

Jinyiwei all over the country can also use this to get more money and reduce financial pressure.

As the skills spread, the name of the "Sword God" in the world also spread wider.

…

In Fusi Nei, Beizhen,

Looking at the secret report that had just been sent, Lin Mang half-smiled but said, "These bald donkeys are really tolerable."

Even so, no one left the mountain in the entire Southern Shaolin.

"Send someone to keep an eye on Northern Shaolin."

Lin Mang smiled coldly.

It is impossible for Southern Shaolin to really sit back and watch the stunts spread.

One Buddha and Two Buddhas, these two Buddhas do not refer to Shaolin in the south and north, but refer to Tantra in the Western Regions, another Buddhist school.

Since the Tantric Sect and Central Plains Buddhism failed in their struggle for orthodoxy, they have traveled far away from the region, and some Tantric Sect people have entered the grasslands.

Since Southern Shaolin does not come forward, Northern Shaolin will inevitably be asked to come forward.

If Shaolin really ceased operations, it would no longer be Shaolin.

Lin Mang opened an official document and asked, "What's the situation with the Lecture Hall?"

Tang Qi said respectfully: "Many people have come, but their strength is average."

Lin Mang smiled and said: "There is no rush in this matter, take your time."

One bite won't make him fat, he has enough time.

At this moment, a guard in royal robes came forward, holding a memorial in his hand, and said respectfully: "Sir, this is a memorial from the palace."

"From the palace?"

Lin Mang was slightly surprised, reached out to take it, opened it casually, glanced at it, and asked doubtfully: "An envoy from Japan?"

According to the memorial, a group of Japanese envoys are about to come to Beijing to pay tribute and will arrive in the capital soon.

The Ministry of Rites requested Jin Yiwei to send someone to meet and escort him.

After all, it is a foreign minister paying tribute, so he should be treated with appropriate dignity.

The emperor did not come forward, so this task fell on the emperor's own army - the Jin Yiwei, which can be regarded as showing the magnificence of the kingdom.

If it were in the past, the Ministry of Rites would directly order the Jin Yiwei to go to such a matter, and the Jin Yiwei could only obey the order.

But now that Lin Mang serves as the envoy of Jinyiwei Town, the people in the Ministry of Rites are obviously aware of Lin Mang's domineering behavior, and naturally they dare not act like before.

Lin Mang flipped through the book, put it down casually, and said calmly: "You just need to send someone to take the initiative."

Seeing this book reminded him of that little dwarf Toyotomi Hideyoshi.

I'm afraid that this visit to Beijing to pay tribute is related to it.

Tang Qi bowed in agreement and quickly went to make arrangements.

…
To be continued...