The narration system of Wuxia Journey

Yi Jifeng frowned and said, "What is he doing here? After the incident of the three evil men in Hongze Lake, no one is stupid. What does he want to do now?"

Yi Yuchen patted his shoulder and said indifferently, "What's the point of guessing so much? You will know after meeting him."

Yi Yuchen and his brother came to the corner of the living room and saw from a distance an old monk with kind eyes and gray hair sitting on a guest chair with his eyes closed and resting. The two monks behind him were dressed in gray and had bulging muscles, like Dharma protectors.

A cotton-white cassock embroidered with gold threads, combined with a snow-white monk's robe, looked like a Taoist monk, but the rosary in his hand that was constantly and quickly turned showed that the visitor's mood was not so calm.

At this time, outside the living room, a group of servants of Mingjian Villa gathered in the distance and whispered, pointing at the living room. Many people looked disdainful at the sudden visit of the Shaolin monk.

Back then, Yi Yuchen encountered the three evil spirits of Hongze Lake outside the city, and then Shaolin Liaofan and Wutai Zhishan left in a hurry. Although there was no evidence, people in the world were not fools. In addition, Shaolin never defended this matter. Since then, Buddhism has been excluded in the southern martial arts world.

At least in the Taihu Lake, Suzhou and Hangzhou areas, Shaolin and Buddhist forces were excluded by Mingjian Villa and suppressed. The two sides have not been getting along well in recent years.

So in the face of this situation, Yi Yun did not come forward to receive him; and as a master of the same level as the Shaolin monk, he could only endure it even if Liaoyin was left here.

Yi Yuchen brought Yi Jifeng into the living room. Seeing that Yi Jifeng did not stand up to greet him, he was too lazy to pay attention to him. He sat down at the head of the main seat and asked indifferently: "I wonder what has happened to you, Master?"

Yi Jifeng opened his eyes, chanted a Buddhist name, and then said: "You should be Master Yi! I want to see Senior Yi Yun."

"Grandfather is old and does not see outsiders. I have something to say. If it is inconvenient, please leave." Yi Yuchen did not even raise his eyelids and served tea to see the guests off.

"Master, please!" Yi Jifeng had already stood up to see the guests off.

"You... yellow mouth..." The monk behind Yi Jifeng stood up angrily, but was stopped by Yi Jifeng before he finished speaking.

Yi Jifeng looked up and met Yi Yuchen's eyes; instantly a sharp sword intent that pierced his bones penetrated his heart, and Yi Jifeng felt a pain in his heart, and a mouthful of reverse blood spurted out, instantly dyeing his beard and clothes red.

"Master-master!" The two Dharma-guarding Vajra were startled and immediately supported him on both sides. One of them said angrily: "Mingjian Villa actually shot someone with a hidden arrow."

"Mingjian Villa is not a place where you can be so unbridled. For the sake of the old bald monk, I will spare your lives today." Yi Yuchen put down the teacup and a "ding" sounded.

The two people beside Le Yin heard it and felt a deafening sound rolling in, like a landslide and tsunami, and their internal organs were instantly stabbed and injured. The two groaned, and a trace of blood flowed out of their eardrums and mouth corners.

"Amitabha, the donor is very skilled in martial arts, and I have learned from you!" Le Yin practiced for a moment, and as long as he closed his eyes, a pair of cold eyes appeared in his mind. The sword intent was like a maggot attached to his bones, preventing him from recovering from his injuries.

Yi Yuchen sneered and said, "So if you have anything to say, just speak up."

"Is this the way Mingjian Villa treats guests?" Le Yin asked with half-open eyes.

"When an evil guest comes to visit, a cup of tea is served. Mingjian Villa is full of sincerity." Yi Jifeng snorted.

Le Yin clasped his hands together and said, "In the past, Master Yi was assassinated outside the city. Shaolin..."

Yi Yuchen waved his right hand and said disdainfully, "Everyone knows who was right and who was wrong in the past. Monk, don't argue with me."

Seeing the disdain, indifference and ridicule in Yi Yuchen's eyes, Le Yin sighed in his heart. Junior Brother Le Fan was wrong after all.

"Amitabha, if that's the case, let's not talk about this matter for now. I came here today for another important matter." Le Yin clasped his hands together and bowed his head.

Yi Yuchen at the head and Yi Jifeng sitting next to him were both silent. Liao Yin had no choice but to say...

"Some time ago, Brother Tie Zheng from Qingliang Temple in Mount Wutai came from the Western Regions. According to him, the King Xiaoyao, who was entrenched in the Western Regions, intended to go south to the Central Plains."

"It is said that the King Xiaoyao's men have come to the Central Plains to investigate the news, and one of his three disciples has quietly entered the pass."

"And the old donor Yi Yun and the uncle of this temple both had grievances with the King Xiaoyao, so I came here on the order of the abbot to inform him."

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[Buddhism in the world is one family. For hundreds of years, the Zen Buddhism in the Central Plains and the Tantric Buddhism in the Western Regions have always hoped to defeat each other, so they have been sending monks to argue with each other]

[The Shaolin monks learned that the King Xiaoyao was about to go south, but the holy monk's martial arts were all useless. Shaolin was unable to fight against the King Xiaoyao, and you are famous][Shaolin Temple intends to take this opportunity to let Mingjian Villa confront Xiaoyao King, and Shaolin can reap the benefits]

Seeing the system narration, Yi Yuchen sneered and said: "Shaolin is good at scheming. If Xiaoyao King comes to the south, Mingjian Villa will deal with it. Don't worry."

Liao Yin wanted to make some excuses, but when he met the boy's cold eyes, it seemed that all the darkness in his heart had nowhere to hide. He could only lower his head and keep silent.

Seeing that he had nothing else to say, Yi Yuchen was too lazy to deal with it, and stood up and said: "The gate is there, monk, take care!"

Liao Yin chanted "Amitabha", turned around and left without saying a word, and the two Dharma protectors behind him supported him and followed.

"Brother..." Yi Jifeng said worriedly.

Yi Yuchen patted his shoulder and smiled...

"Don't be swayed by Le Yin's words. Have you forgotten what I said before? Before Qin Hui regained his position as prime minister, King Xiaoyao would not easily go south. After all, he was afraid of being surrounded by the army."

"Without a reasonable reason, the front-line army is not a vegetarian. So he must have a suitable identity to go south."

"How did he win against Grandpa and the old bald monk? He knows it in his heart. He would not come alone without enough cannon fodder."

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[Le Yin returned to Qingfeng Temple and told the monk about his trip to Mingjian Villa. The monk checked his injuries and was at a loss. His fear of you deepened]

Seeing the system narration, Yi Yuchen realized that Le Yin was actually the other person who raised Zhang Junbao with Wu Chen.

Yi Yuchen muttered to himself...

"It's a pity that I can't communicate with my heart and sword. Otherwise, I'd like to see if the holy monk can break my casual sword."

"Besides, Zhang Junbao...can communicate with birds and beasts. The more I look at it, the more it looks like the bird-controlling technique in the Seventy-Two Techniques. Otherwise, how high a state of mind would be required to achieve constant unity with the world? This is unrealistic."

"Brother, what are you talking about?" Yi Jifeng said.

"Nothing, go practice martial arts!" Yi Yuchen patted him and walked away.

Yi Jifeng couldn't figure it out, shook his head, and thinking about King Xiaoyao, he couldn't help but concentrate on practicing sword skills and internal strength.