"Master Shenshan, you must pay attention to your words!"

Dongfang Weiming said seriously: "Anything shining by the sun and the moon is my Han territory! Since your foreign religion is spreading in Middle Earth, you must abide by the rules of Middle Earth!"

Dongfang Weiming is really angry.

Although Buddhism has been sinicized, it comes from the Gentiles. On the land of China, the emperor is the only person to speak. Whether it is Pure Land, Zen, or Taoist Confucianism, they have to rely on imperial power for thousands of years to survive. Just Qingliang Temple, they actually don’t take the imperial edict seriously. I’m afraid that the people on this sacred mountain have never died.

"Amitabha!"

Faced with Dongfang Weiming's threat, the man on the sacred mountain glared at Wang Yuan and Dongfang Weiming fiercely, then chanted the Buddha's name and said: "Everyone in the world is equal. How can I, a monk like me, be disturbed by the mortal world? Chengguang, see off guests!"

After saying that, the man on the sacred mountain raised his right hand.

"Cruff!" The door of the Zen room opened in response.

A tall and thin old monk walked into the room, stretched out his hands towards Wang Yuan and the others, and said helplessly: "Senior Brother Niu, donor Dongfang! Please!"

"Okay! You wait!"

Dongfang said a harsh words and went out of the room directly. Wang Yuan also rushed to the people on the sacred mountain and said, "Senior Shenshan, we still have a long road!"

After saying that, Wang Yuan also left the room.

Monk Chengguang sent the two of them all the way out of the temple and left Qingliang Temple Chengguang and said, "Senior Brother Niu, I'm so sorry... The abbot of Shenshan has such a temper. Please take a good hand with Abbot Xuanci."

"oh?"

Hearing Chengguang's words, Wang Yuan was a little surprised: "Do you know my master?"

"Amitabha!" Chengguang said: "I came from Shaolin Temple. Senior Brother Chengguan is the first seat of the Prajna Hall of Shaolin Temple."

"I see!"

Wang Yuan Leran said: "So we all came from Shaolin Temple. Do you know when this old dog in the sacred mountain will die?"

"Forehead……"

Chengguang was stunned for a moment and said, "Mencius will not lie. Brother Niu, please don't say such words! The reason why the abbot of Shenshan invited you out is mainly because you are ignorant?"

"We are ignorant?" Dongfang Weiming said angrily: "If I am ignorant, just the words of the old dog in the sacred mountain are enough for me to take thousands of troops to wash Qingliang Temple!"

"Don't be angry with the donor in the East!" Chengguang said: "I wonder if you have heard a sentence?"

"What do you mean?" the two asked in unison.

Chengguang clasped his hands together and said solemnly: "There is no free breakfast, lunch and dinner in the world..."

"I……"

Wang Yuan almost spit out his old blood, okay, this is the corporate culture of Zen, and every monk keeps this sentence at his mouth.

"What are you saying? Could it be that I can bribe the old dog in Shenshan?" Dongfang Wei obviously had never received brainwashing from the monks of Shaolin Temple, and was quite unhappy with this.

"When the Buddha's disciples went down the mountain to salvation, they all had to spend three dou and three liters of gold..."

"Okay, OK!"

Wang Yuan knew that Chengguang was going to collect money from the Buddha again, so he quickly interrupted and said, "After saying that, how much does the sacred mountain cost?"

"Our abbot of the sacred mountain does not like common things!" said Chengguang.

"What does he like?" Wang Yuan asked back.

"Martial arts secrets!"

Dongfang Weiming said: "This old monk is a martial arts fanatic and has a very high talent in martial arts. However, because of the martial arts status of Qingliang Temple, this old guy has always wanted to take the martial arts of Shaolin Temple for himself."

"The Eastern donor is right!"

Chengguang said: "Abbot Shenshan likes martial arts the most. If you can come up with martial arts books that will make him moved, he would not be so despised by the two of you."

"Forehead……"

Wang Yuan was stunned for a moment and asked Dongfang Weiming: "Do you have any unused martial arts?"

"No!" Dongfang Weiming said: "I have sold all the techniques I can't use... do you have one?"

"Yes! But I don't want to give it to you!" Wang Yuan said truthfully.

Speaking of secrets of martial arts, Wang Yuan really has it. At this time, Wang Yuan had a copy of "The Blink of an Element" created by Yang Xiao, and a copy of "Three Nos and Three No Hands" given by Li Mochou.

"The Blink of an Finger" is an advanced martial arts, and this task indicates a task that can show off. Wang Yuan could not exchange advanced martial arts for garbage rewards.

As for the three no and three no hands... This is a woman's martial arts, and her tricks are vulgar. It is obviously unreliable to give it to the old monk in the Shenshan Mountain. Who could have imagined that the respected dragon-subduing Arhat would catch people's crotch and throat... Maybe it would have a counterproductive effect again.

"That's right! You can't give it to me!" Dongfang Weiming said: "You are here to ask for the account. I came to find someone according to the order, and I am not asking him for business. Why should I bribe him?"

"good!"

Wang Yuan also nodded and said yes.

Wang Yuan was not in conflict with asking someone to do things and give gifts, but what is the situation now? He is the creditor, and he has to give gifts to the debtor in the main debt? Is there any reason for this? It must not encourage unhealthy trends!

As for Dongfang Weiming, he could not compromise. He was sent by the emperor. The emperor was the boss of this land and was the supreme existence. What he said was an order. Who dared not to listen? If Dongfang Weiming bribed a monk like Shenshan, wouldn’t he have fallen into the prestige of imperial power?

The two discussed and said that this gift cannot be given! People can have no principles, but they must not have no bottom line.

"Since that's the case! I can't help you two!"

Chengguang sighed and turned back to the temple.

Looking at Chengguan's departure back, Wang Yuan and the others became more and more angry the more they thought about it.

Being driven out of the door... What a humiliation.

Both of them are players with means, one is the emperor's tyrant, and the other is Xuanci's closed disciple. Everyone respects wherever they go. They have never been so cowardly after playing games for so long.

If they didn't pull out the sacred mountain and beat it up, the two of them would not only fail to complete the task, but also could not swallow this.

"Why, you're so awesome to owe money!" Wang Yuandao asked Dongfang Weiming: "Aren't you a divine captor? This old dog in the sacred mountain resisted the order and had committed the crime of deceiving the emperor. Go and find someone to burn the Qingliang Temple in a fire!"

"Do you think I don't want it?" Dongfang Weiming said: "I'm just a constable... I don't have such great power. Besides, the Jin emperor is here. If I mobilize the government to burn Qingliang Temple, Yanjing will definitely not sit idly by. The Jin and Song have finally had a few years of peace. If they provoke disputes between the two countries, I'm afraid I'm the scapegoat..."

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Dongfang Weiming has a very clear idea and is very clear about what kind of role he plays.

“This is not difficult to deal with…”

Wang Yuandao: "You dare not transfer troops because of your identity as an official. Is there an organization nearby that is neither the background of the Southern Song Dynasty nor the background of the Han people?"

"It's not the background of the government, nor the background of the Han people?"

After hearing what Wang Yuan said, Dongfang Weiming touched his chin and muttered: "It seems that there is really."

"Oh? Where? What are you doing?" Wang Yuan's eyes lit up.
Chapter completed!