"Biqing, did that person just glance at us?"
Guangliang sat in the chair, looking somewhat nervous. He held a Buddhist rosary in his hand, spinning it constantly until it was almost a blur.
Bi Qing peeked behind him, intending to take a sneaky look, but immediately pulled her head back: "Uncle-Master, I didn't see clearly, I..."
"I didn't see why you were peeking out. If they find us, we're both doomed."
“You’re young and don’t know the risks of the martial arts world. The people we’re monitoring are all big names in the martial arts world. The one with the weakest martial arts skills is Zhang Zhiwei, the head of Wudang Mountain.”
“Who is Zhang Zhiwei? He is the number one person below the four great legends of the martial arts world. Ordinary grandmasters are nothing more than one person below him.”
"But you don't need to be afraid. Your master is different from them. He learned internal energy before he could even walk. With his decades of experience, he can at least withstand two blows."
"The time it takes for your martial uncle to take two hits is enough for you to kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy, so don't worry, your martial uncle is here and will protect you."
"However, besides Zhang Zhiwei, there are two even more formidable experts."
"So we'd better be careful. Anyway, as long as we get through today, tomorrow won't be a problem for us two uncles and nephews."
“You know, our abbot is something else. What does Shaolin Temple’s business have to do with Lingyin Temple? Why does he have to get involved? Shaolin Temple makes a fortune from lending money, but Lingyin Temple doesn’t get a single penny of it.”
Whenever Guangliang panics, he starts rambling on and on. Only by talking incessantly can he calm himself down. While he's talking, he doesn't notice that Biqing is frantically giving him meaningful glances.
"Uncle-Master, what I mean is, I didn't see clearly whether they even glanced at us."
"But I saw them walking towards us."
Guangliang: ...
Where are they now?
Bi Qing raised his head, looked at the people standing behind Guang Liang, and gave them a fawning smile.
"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be about one step behind you."
Li Chang'an's voice came over, and Guang Liang's forehead was instantly covered in sweat.
His neck seemed rusty as he slowly turned his head, saw the people behind him, his mind went blank, and he felt like he had seen a ghost.
"Hehehe~"
After chuckling a few times, Guangliang stood up: "Have you all eaten yet? If not, come and have some."
Li Chang'an reached out and put his hand on his shoulder, and said with a smile, "I don't need to eat. I just finished eating. I just felt a strong connection with you, Master, and wanted to come and get to know you."
"Haha, what a coincidence! I also feel that I am destined to meet you all. As the saying goes, it takes a hundred years of cultivation to share a boat ride and a thousand years to share a pillow. It is also a kind of fate that we can sit in the same place and eat together."
Guangliang himself didn't know what he was saying. His monk's robe was soaked with sweat. When he saw that Biqing was still sitting still, he slapped him.
"You're so inconsiderate! Why don't you stand up and offer your seat to someone else?"
He then turned to his head and said, "Waiter, bring over a few more sets of bowls and chopsticks, and then bring some good wine and dishes."
Seeing his bowing and scraping manner, Zhang Sanfeng asked, "Is there no one left in Buddhism? Why did they send you two idiots to spy on us?"
Guangliang touched his bald head and replied, "It's not that there's no one left, it's just that no one is willing to do this job, so each temple has to send some people to look after you."
"In our Lingyin Temple, apart from the abbot, the two of us are the best in martial arts, so this task fell to us."
He didn't hide anything and directly admitted that he came to keep an eye on Zhang Sanfeng and the others.
Seeing his expression, Li Chang'an said, "You're quite honest."
“We cultivators have the utmost reverence for the gods and the heavens, so we dare not hide anything from the immortals.”
Guangliang performed a Buddhist salute, his round face looking somewhat greasy from sweat.
"What a fine line, 'I dare not hide anything before the gods.' Then let me ask you, how long will it take you to refine that dragon vein?"
Guangliang paused in his bowing motion, then froze on the spot.
No, bro, are you asking such a sensitive question right off the bat?
Seeing that he didn't speak, Li Chang'an turned to Bi Qing and said, "Little monk, you are younger, so you answer."
Bi Qing opened his mouth, wanting to say he didn't know, but Guang Liang covered his mouth with a hand: "No, you can't tell them that tomorrow at noon, our Buddhist leader, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, will be able to refine the dragon vein with his twelve Dharma protectors."
"We must not tell them that these people are all Buddhist monks, hidden masters at the terrestrial immortal realm, otherwise they will kill us."
"The thing we absolutely cannot tell them is the entrance to the dragon vein, which is located at the lake to the west of Jingshan. Otherwise, if they go in, they will ruin the Buddhist sect's century-long plan, and then the entire Buddhist sect will not let us off the hook."
"We must keep our mouths shut and not betray the interests of Buddhism."
Li Chang'an paused for a moment, then stood up and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect: "What a master of keeping secrets! I admire you greatly."
When Guangliang saw him bow, he immediately released his hand and took a few steps back: "Your Highness is too kind. Keeping one's mouth shut is one of the few virtues I possess."
"If Your Highness is willing to chat a little longer, you will discover that this humble monk possesses even more virtues."
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