Chapter 231

The gate of the assassin's residence.

Hundreds of uniformed and well groomed sergeants lined up to meet.

A middle-aged scholar in official clothes came in a hurry.

"Lingnan North Road, assassin Ma Nanshan, meet abbot Xuanxin."

The middle-aged scribe came to the carriage with big steps and raised his hand respectfully, hugged his fist and saluted.

One side of Wu Yan, seeing the battle, and the elegant middle-aged scholar in front of him, even claimed to be an assassin.

I was immediately shocked.

Dare not neglect.

He quickly lifted the curtain.

Xuanxin, dressed in brocade cassock and holding a nine ring tin stick, stepped down from the carriage.

"Amitabha."

Xuanxin stepped out of the carriage, looked at the middle-aged scholar in front of him, announced a Buddhist horn, and put on a sacred and solemn demeanor.

Lingnan Beidao imperial court assassin.

In charge of the five government affairs of Lingnan North Road, he can be regarded as a senior official of the three grades.

Looking at this noble righteousness, it is obvious that Ma Nanshan's martial arts cultivation is not weak.

Before leaving Shaolin, Wuneng wrote a handwritten letter to the assassin Ma Nanshan in Lingnan city.

Xuanxin didn't think much or ask much.

In Xuan's mind, this Wuneng was once the chief assistant of the former cabinet. There is no doubt about his official network. Ma Nanshan may be his old colleague.

With this relationship, it is also good to bring some convenience.

But I didn't want to deliver the letter together with the ultimatum. People were dignified, a frontier senior official and a senior official.

I ran out to meet him personally.

Such a battle.

The posture is so low

For Shaolin and Xuanxin, it's enough face.

"Benefactor, don't be polite."

Xuanxin made a slight head check and saluted Ma Nanshan back.

"I didn't expect that my teacher had become a monk in Shaolin. The students haven't contacted my teacher for many years."

"I can't help but be happy to see my mentor's calligraphy today."

"Abbot Xuanxin, please come inside..."

Ma Nanshan's face flushed with excitement and enthusiasm. He invited Xuanxin into the assassin's mansion.

During this period, I kept listening to the recent situation of Wuneng.

Xuanxin knew that Ma Nanshan, the assassin of Lingnan North Road, was a former student of Wuneng and was promoted by Wuneng when he served as the chief assistant of the cabinet.

It can be seen that Ma Nanshan not only brings closeness to Xuanxin, but also has a different kind of respect.

I dare not neglect it at all.

Xuanxin also knew that all this was because of the calligraphy of Wuneng, which was entirely based on the face of Wuneng.

At the same time, Xuanxin was also secretly surprised that the power of this enlightenment in the official aspect was so great.

After entering the assassin's residence, Wuzhen, Wutian and Wuyan were arranged to settle in the residence.

Xuanxin was warmly welcomed by Manan mountain.

Came to the conference hall of the assassin's residence.

"The assassin is here."

With a song, Xuanxin and Ma Nanshan stepped into the lobby together.

In the lobby, there was a Taoist priest with fairy demeanor and crane hair and young face, an old monk with black bones and thin bones, and a man in red with a folding fan and a long sword.

There was also a graceful woman with a lingering charm.

Qi Qi got up from the master's chair.

"I've seen Lord ma."

In the lobby, the four people who got up saluted Ma Nanshan.

"You're welcome."

Facing Xuanxin, Ma Nanshan walked into the lobby and went straight to the upper position, arranging Xuanxin in the first position on the upper left.

The eyes of the four people immediately gathered on Xuan's heart.

"Let me introduce you to Xuanxin, the abbot of Shaolin Temple in Beiyuan Prefecture."

"Abbot Xuanxin, this is Taoist priest Duowen of Taiyi sect."

Ma Nanshan pointed to the first person in the upper right, an old Taoist with Fairy Spirit and crane hair and young face.

"Boundless Heavenly Master..."

The old Taoist priest is very polite when he looks at Xuanxin with a little forehead.

"Amitabha."

After announcing the Buddha's name, Xuanxin made a head check and couldn't help looking at the old Taoist more.

You know, in front of this old Taoist, but the strength of martial arts is the highest among the heroes, reaching the super strong in the period of Yuanying.

Among those present, he has the highest martial arts strength.

"This is immortal Jiugong, the leader of the alliance of the twelve Xuanmen."

As soon as Ma Nanshan turned around, he pointed to the handsome man in red who waved the folding fan and approved the long sword.

"Polite..."

Immortal Jiugong shook the folding fan and nodded gracefully to Xuanxin.

I've met face to face.

"Amitabha."

After announcing the Buddha's name, Xuanxin looked at immortal Jiugong with a slight forehead.

The twelve Xuanmen is a powerful martial arts man with twelve golden elixirs, and the martial arts foundation is very profound.

If the Taoist priest didn't break through the Yuanying period, there would never be too one to take charge of the discourse power of the five houses of Lingnan North Road.

However, seeing the alliance leader of the twelve Xuanmen, Xuanxin was slightly surprised. The nine palace immortal was dressed delicately and strangely.

The manner is showing a different kind of delicacy

Face to face, a smell of fat and powder came to my face

"This is master Kurong, abbot of Yongling temple."

After introducing immortal Jiugong, Ma Nanshan pointed to an old monk who was wearing a cassock and looked like a dead wood, with thin bones and a dark face.

"Amitabha."

"Amitabha."

Xuanxin and Abbot Kurong made a head check together and announced a Buddha's name.

From Abbot withered glory, Xuanxin felt a terrible withered air.

Everything dies, and life dies.

The withered Abbot looked like a corpse, a walking mummy, shrouded in endless silence.

The lonely Buddha lamp lit.

This is an eminent monk.

A real monk.

Xuanxin can feel the Buddha nature and the Great Buddha cultivation atmosphere, but the Buddhism practiced by withered glory has its own characteristics.

It's a side door

Sure enough.

From the Taoist priest of Taiyi sect, the leader of the twelve Xuanmen alliance, immortal Jiugong, to the abbot of Yongling temple, master Kurong

None of them is good

Each is not simple.

"Ha ha..."

Ma Nanshan chuckled and then pointed to the graceful woman who was about to introduce her.

The woman spoke first and said, "Shaolin, abbot Xuanxin?"

"How young."

"But it's really handsome."

The woman stepped forward and looked at Xuanxin with a smile.

With a smile and gestures, the woman's mature charm and dignified temperament came to her face.

"Amitabha."

Xuanxin immediately tightened his heart and hurriedly announced a Buddha's name.

Keep your heart, let your heart suddenly become ancient well without waves, and look at the woman with a calm look without waves.

really

"It's amazing."

"Shaolin changed from a small temple of unknown origin to the Supreme Master of martial arts in the Northern Yuan Dynasty. It was beyond our expectation that Shaolin could subdue four thousand year old families."

"It is said that abbot Xuanxin is the reincarnation of the Buddha. He is a real living Buddha who can communicate with the Buddha."

"When I see you today, it's really extraordinary. The Buddha nature is natural and has the style of a divine monk..."

The woman looked at Xuanxin. In her eyes, there was a calm color of ancient well without waves.

But with an appreciative tone, a rainbow fart blew over.