But in this case, it would be impossible to conceal the fact that Shaolin was hiding its innate master.
By then, if the Mongolian army marches south, Shaolin, which has innate masters, will become a thorn in the eyes of those bigwigs.
At this moment, a little monk suddenly came to the door.
"Master Abbot, Donor Wan has already copied the Buddhist scriptures and would like to see the Abbot."
Huicong's face lit up with joy. This guy just copied a few Buddhist scriptures, but he shamelessly stayed in Shaolin for several days and didn't even pay him a penny. Now he is finally leaving?
"Uncle Wuchan, you..."
He looked at Wuchan, and the meaning was self-evident.
If Wan Jianyi really achieved the innate realm, he would definitely discover the unusualness of Wu Zen.
In this chaotic world, if Shaolin wants to continue to keep a low profile, it must keep the matter of the innate masters secret.
Otherwise, if the news gets out, then in order to avoid gossip, they in Shaolin will have to go to the battlefield and fight the enemy like the Quanzhen Taoists!
Seeing this, Wuchan nodded, and with a flash of his body, he disappeared from the sight of Huicong and others.
Seeing Uncle Wuchan leave, Huicong put on a smile and said, "Please invite Donor Wan in."
"yes."
Lin Lang walked into the yard and looked at the old monk in front of him with a smile. A green parrot landed on his shoulder from the roof of the yard.
Hehe! I didn't expect that there is such a congenital master in Shaolin.
Doesn't that mean that the explosively damaging "Bald Qiang" bond is already waving at him from afar?
In that case, Lin will not be polite.
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