"Amitabha, leave this matter to me. Please do not say anything more."

The Sweeping Monk glanced at the Shaolin people, and those who looked at him lowered their heads and let the Sweeping Monk make the decision.

If it weren't for the Sweeping Monk, Shaolin would probably have ceased to exist by now.

At this moment, the abbot's opinion no longer mattered.

Seeing this, Lin Lang nodded slightly.

This time he defeated the Sweeping Monk and actually copied him successfully in one go.

In this way, he would no longer threaten the Sweeping Monk's life.

It's not that he is soft-hearted, but he just feels it is unnecessary.

The Shaolin Temple of Jin Da World has been harmed by him three times. Come to think of it, it’s really monkey shit.

Three days later, Shaolin will make Xuanci's scandal public and will probably close the mountain again. This is also Shaolin's usual style.

With this in mind, he added, "I hope the old monk will keep his word. If the result does not satisfy me, I will come to visit you again.

By then, I will not talk to Shaolin in a good way."

"Of course."

The sweeping monk's cheeks twitched and he greeted him with a smile.

"Um."

After Lin Lang finished speaking, he tapped his toes lightly, moved quickly, and disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant.

"Master, Xuan Ku's death..." Xuan Miao hesitated.

The Sweeping Monk shook his head. "There's no need to elaborate on this matter. Just remember that Xiao Feng isn't a bad guy. Xuan Ku's death had nothing to do with him. The incident at Yanmen Pass was the fault of our Shaolin. And..."

He glanced at Xuan Ci, whose face looked ashen. "Keep Xuan Ci under good care. At the martial arts conference in three days... bring Ye Erniang here and confront her in public."

"this……"

"Go! Otherwise, if that man comes to Shaolin again, I won't be able to save Shaolin even if I die." The Sweeping Monk shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"yes."

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