Chapter 567: The Great Hall

"Master, it seems that something has changed on the mountain!"
Hearing the rapid bells from the mountain, Lin Sha's eyes squinted slightly and said softly: "If you don't mind, let's go up together?"
"This one……"
The cheek monk's face changed from time to time, and the rapid bell in his ear made him uneasy. He didn't know what to do for a while. The bells on the mountain boring and boring continuously are the signal to call the monks in the whole temple. Except for the annual Buddha's birthday and the birth of Bodhidharma, there are few monks in the temple.
Needless to say, something must have happened on the mountain.
"Master, are you afraid that I will make trouble?"
Lin Sha chuckled and said: "It seems that Shaolin has something wrong, maybe I can still help, let's go together!"
He said, ignoring the entanglement on the face of the visiting monk, he lifted his feet and walked slowly towards the mountain.
"Lin Shi..."
The wise monk instinctively wanted to reach out and stop, but he only felt that Hua Linsha had already gone far in front of him, and he immediately shouted and hurried up in a hurry.
By the time the two had gone to Shaoru Mountain, the Hall of Great Heroes was already bald.
The sage monk was depressed in his heart but did not dare to shout loudly. He could only plead for Lin Sha not to act indiscriminately.
Lin Sha didn't take it seriously and promised that the visitor monk wouldn't walk around, and followed a vote of Shaolin disciples to gather in the square outside the Great Hall of the Great Hall and watch the development quietly.
At this time, Daxiong's treasure was very lively, and I saw more than 200 monks gathered in the hall, and the rest of the monks came in continuously. In a moment, more than a thousand monks in the temple had gathered in the hall, and the branches were arranged in rows. Although the number was large, they were quietly silent.
Not only that, hundreds of lay disciples gathered outside the hall gates, and all of them were sturdy and clever, all of which were the same as practicing foreign martial arts, showing the profound shaolin heritage.
Lin Sha's figure is very conspicuous, and his unfamiliar appearance has been frequently concerned by the disciples of Shaolin vulgars around him. He didn't think he looked indifferent. You don't need to put your toes to see the situation inside the Hall of Great Heroes.
When thousands of monks gathered in the Great Hall of Heroes, the hurried bells in the temple suddenly stopped, and the sudden cleanness in the ears made people feel a little uncomfortable.
All the monks in the temple looked serious, and the atmosphere was filled with solemnity. The monks present almost had the illusion of breathlessness.
when! when! when!
Just listening to the bells ringing three times, the monks announced the Buddha's number: "Nan Shakya is like Buddha!"
The three abbots of the abbot Xuanci and the Xuanzi generation accompanied the seven monks and slowly walked out of the back hall. All the monks in the temple bowed to salute. Shaolin Abbot Xuanci and the seven monks first visited the Buddha statue in the temple, and then sat down.
at this time. The middle-aged monk in front of the queue standing at the Zhike Monk walked out, and whispered something in the ear of Xuanci's abbot.
The abbot Xuanci suddenly stood up in surprise, hurriedly bypassed all the monks and walked to the entrance of the Hall of Great Heroes. His eyes turned to Lin Sha's direction instantly.
The two heads were facing each other, and the abbot Xuanci slightly nodded with a smile, and his hands politely said: "The beggars help Lin Shaoxia come to the door, and your temple is really flourishing. Please invite Shaoxia to sit in the hall!"
"Master Abbot is welcome!"
Lin Sha chuckled loudly, and in the surprised eyes of the Shaolin lay disciples, she set off the crowd and walked forward. Slightly nodded, he followed Xuan Ci into the Hall of Great Heroes.
"Who is that guy, isn't he a disciple?"
"What ear do you have, didn't you listen to what the abbot master said just now, how can the beggar help Lin Shaoxia, and how can the beggar disciple be a Shaolin lay disciple!"
"No wonder he just thought he was born. I thought he was a new layman disciple. Because of his magnificent figure, he is definitely a good candidate for practicing Shaolin's foreign powers!"
"Come on, the characters that even the abbot master personally greeted, what do you think is an unknown junior?"
"That's true too. I just haven't heard of the beggars who have the surname Lin!"
"Your elm head, there has been an uproar in the rivers and lakes lately. Isn't the one who is known as the first master of the younger generation, the disciple of the Beggar and his surname Lin?"
"No. He is too young, right?"
"Not young, can you claim to be the first person of the young generation?"
"..."
Because of the abbot Xuanci's personal welcome, there was a wave of discussion among the disciples outside the palace.
"You guys, this is the young man Lin Shalin!"
Shaolin disciples moved chairs when they entered the Hall of Great Heroes. Xuanci asked Lin Sha to take a seat and introduced to the monks aloud.
He is Lin Sha!
The monks shook their hearts. Thousands of glorious eyes glanced in unison, his eyes full of curiosity, envy and questioning and other unknown emotions, and the atmosphere in the Hall of Great Heroes was even more strange for a time.
The so-called shadow of the famous tree of man, no matter what the Shaolin monks below thought, the seven monks who had just entered with Xuanzai did not dare to be indifferent and hurriedly got up to salute.
"Amitabha, have seen Lord Linsha!"
"Masters are welcome!"
Lin Sha didn't care too much. She got up and politely returned to the ceremony. I saw that the seven monks were not too young. Their clothes and colors were different from this temple. They were visiting monks from other monasteries. Very high-profile, is a monk. Sitting in the first place, about seventy years old, short stature, eyes shining brightly, looking very majestic.
"I don't know what you call the masters?"
Xuan Ci got up and said to Lin Sha and the monks in the temple: "This is the abbot of Qingtai Temple in Wutai Mountain!
The monks heard it, and they were all in awe. Most of them knew that the people of Shenshan were very famous in the martial arts. Together with Master Xuanci, they also called "Jianglong" and "Fuhu". In terms of martial arts, it was said that the people of Shenshan were still above the abbot Xuanci.
It’s just that Qingliang Temple is smaller in scale, and its status in martial arts is far less than that of Shaolin, but its prestige is not as good as Xuanci. They all thought: "I heard that the gods on the mountain are very self-esteemed. After I left, I never wanted to deal with this temple. I came here today and I don’t know what the big reason was."
His face was extremely respectful, and now everyone bowed down to salute the man on the mountain.
"Man on the God Mountain?"
Lin Sha was puzzled, but he had never heard the name of this character.
But looking at the man of the God Mountain, although he is not young, he is ruddy and his eyes are superb, and the sun is high up with a style of inner mastery, and his atmosphere is not under the abbot of Shaolin.
Sure enough, there are many strangers and strangers in the world, and you shouldn't think that the martial arts are strong and you will be blind to everything.
"Jiu Wen begs to help Lin Shalin as a young hero, and the old monk will definitely ask for one or two!"
The people on Shenshan's eyes were cold, and they were very dissatisfied with Lin Sha's doubtful attitude.
"Self-serving!"
Lin Sha nodded with a chuckle, not caring at all. Although the martial arts skills of the man on the mountain were high and they were at the same level as Xuanci, he didn't need to worry too much.
"Humph!"
People on Shenshan looked extremely ugly, only nodded and did not speak.
The atmosphere in the Great Hall of Great Heroes was sullen, and the monks were dumbfounded.
The man on the Shenshan Mountain is known as the'Dragon Dragon'. The martial arts have reached the top of the first peak. Lin Sha's name is not only the first master of the'young' generation. In the eyes of the master?
Where do they know that Lin Sha has never heard of the name of Shenshan.
Xuan Ci and the monks of the Xuanzi generation around him glanced at each other, but his face was calm, but there was a slight wave in the eyes, but when he looked carefully, he could find the joy in their eyes.
"Abbot Xuanci!"
Lin Sha spoke indifferently and motioned to the abbot Xuanci to continue his introduction. He was also very interested in these Buddhist masters.
The Shaolin monks in the temple were filled with hearts, and some of them couldn't hold their breath, glaring at Lin Sha. Lin Sha’s attitude was too arrogant, and he even regarded the abbot of Shaolin as a receptionist.
Xuan Ci didn't take it seriously. His face was detailed and a monk's style. He reached out to the other six monks and introduced them one by one. He said: "This is the master of the heart of the Daxiangguo Temple in Kaifeng, and this is the Tao of the Pudu Temple in Jiangnan. Master Qing, this is Master Juxian of Linshan Temple in Lushan, Master Rongzhi of Jing'an Temple in Chang'an, Master Shenyin of Qingliang Temple in Wutai Mountain, and a younger brother of the of the mountain."
The four monks such as Master Guanxin all come from the famous ancient temples, but the Daxiangguo Temple and Pudu Temple have always valued the Dharma rather than martial arts. Although these four monks are well-known in the martial arts, their position in the main temple is not high.
The monks of Shaolin Temple bowed to salute, and Master Guanxin waited to get up and return the ceremony.
"How many other monks are there in Buddhism?"
Lin Sha suddenly opened his face with curiosity, and sensed the breath of these old monks. They were all extraordinary and placed on rivers and lakes at least of first-class level.
It's just that Shaolin is the ancestral court of Zen. The temples that these old monks represent are not necessarily Zen people, and they don't know what they do when they come to Shaolin?
Because the time is too long, although the plot here is violent, but the most outstanding is the subsequent martial arts conference, Lin Sha naturally will not remember these plots.
"Exactly!"
Xuan Ci smiled and nodded ~EbookFREE.me~ Inexplicable colors flashed in his eyes, and his gentle and solemn face made people close.
"Then this?"
Lin Sha nodded with a chuckle, his eyes calmly swept over several old monks. The monastery where they were was famous, but he had never heard of their names, and turned his eyes to the blond monk.
The abbot Xuanci smiled slightly and reached out to the monk to introduce: "This master is from my Buddha, Tianzhu, and the name is Luo Xing."
After the monks saw the ceremony, Lin Sha asked with a smile on his lips: "I wonder if Master Zhe Luoxing can understand the Central Plains mandarin?"
"Naturally understand!" Just like the foreigners in later generations, this man's voice is inaccurate, and the strange voice is hard to hear.
"Which monastery did Master Luo Xing come from?"
Lin Sha narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled maliciously on her face, asking an amazing statement: "I don't know if the monastery where the master is located can continue, as far as I know, there is no place for cones in the Buddhist temples of Tianzhu..." (Unfinished Continued.)