The Villain's Counterattack

"Lin Pingzhi, the young leader of the Fuwei Escort Agency, came to the temple to offer one thousand taels of silver, one hundred kilograms of incense oil, and ten robes." The Shaolin monk in charge of reception was very happy about such a generous gesture, and that was not the end. The Wang family also received a gift.

"Old Master Wang, the Invincible Golden Sword of the Luoyang Golden Sword Sect, visited the temple and offered a thousand taels of silver, a hundred kilograms of incense oil, and a hundred sets of monk's robes."

Wang Yuanba brought his two grandsons, accompanied by his daughter, grandson and granddaughter, and headed straight for Shaolin in a grand procession. Silver and incense oil were secondary. The key was the ten robes, each of which was of great value. The most luxurious one cost Lin Pingzhi three thousand taels of silver to make.

Since they are good things, they naturally cannot be hidden. Lin Pingzhi directly marked the value of these things one by one on the gift list, especially the brocade cassock with gold and silver threads and the East China Sea pearl, which is so beautiful. Three thousand taels of silver are only the labor and material costs. If you sell this cassock for tens of thousands of taels of silver, you can't buy it.

Master Fang Zheng had long heard about Lin Pingzhi's rogue behavior in Southern Shaolin, and had some vague guesses about Lin Pingzhi's thoughts. However, when he saw this gift list, he couldn't help but be moved. It seemed that each of these robes was not simple.

Many Shaolin monks of the Fang generation also looked eagerly at the robes that were unfolded and presented to them by twenty porters, especially the brocade robe, and could hardly take their eyes off it.

The corner of Master Fang Zheng's mouth twitched slightly. This kid is really showing off. However, normal etiquette must still be observed. If someone presents such a big gift, wouldn't it be embarrassing if I perform poorly?

Master Fang Zheng brought two eminent monks of the Fang generation to accompany them in person. Mrs. Lin Wang felt very honored, but the two little kids Lin Bufan and Lin Feifei were unaware of it. They just felt that this place seemed quite nice. They seldom went out in normal times, and this time they saw the outside world and felt novel wherever they went.

After the vegetarian meal, the two children felt a little sleepy, so Master Fang Zheng settled them down temporarily, and then waited for Lin Pingzhi's arrival with a pot of tea, a game of chess and a scripture.

"Master Abbot has such a refined taste." With the guidance of someone attentive, Lin Pingzhi easily found Master Fangzheng. He casually placed a sandalwood box on the table and then started chatting with Master Fangzheng.

"The young donor is decisive in making his moves, but he likes to take unconventional approaches, which goes against the original intention of chess and cannot be considered a dignified and righteous way." Although Lin Pingzhi used unconventional approaches to carve out a bloody path, he was only able to keep a few corners of the land, and the overall situation was firmly controlled by Master Fangzheng.

"But this is the kind of chess I learned." Lin Pingzhi blinked innocently. Although the overall situation was already decided, he still insisted on going to the end. Overall, he undoubtedly lost badly, but he held on to a corner of the country and was not completely destroyed.

"What do you want here, young donor?" Master Fangzheng asked a Zen question.

"I just want a way to survive. The Lin family business is big but small, like a huge rock on the top of a mountain, it is unstoppable. It is just like a blooming flower and a raging fire, but it is inevitable that everything will be destroyed." Lin Pingzhi's words made Master Fangzheng's heart move, and then he shook his head.

"Why not take a step back and see the bigger picture?"

"If I don't try to stop a chariot with my bare hands, I'm doomed. If I don't do it, someone else will. By then, the tide will turn against me, and I'll be doomed. If I take advantage of the situation, even if the mountains and the earth collapse, there's still a glimmer of hope. I'll just have to wait for that moment to break free from my cage. Even if I'm covered in wounds, it's better than having my family and clan wiped out."

"Amitabha, this little donor is very wise, but the Shaolin family is big and powerful, and the Buddha can speak but cannot extend his hand." Master Fangzheng said this and fell silent.

Lin Pingzhi pushed the sandalwood box in front of Master Fang Zheng, stood up, bowed, and then turned and left.

What's inside the box?

Master Fang Zheng knew it without even opening it, but knowing it was one thing, but this thing was a nuisance, and it was a nuisance that Shaolin had thrown out, but today it was returned, even if it was done silently, but it let Master Fang Zheng know that he had to express his opinion.

After all, Shaolin owes the Lin family. Lin Yuantu's sacrifice was voluntary, but these descendants were passive. They had to do it in order to attract attention and hide themselves. Now they have to repay some debts. No matter how much, they must show their gratitude, otherwise they will not be able to get over the hurdle in their hearts.

Lin Pingzhi may not know the truth, but he may have discovered Lin Yuantu's origins, otherwise he would not be so close to Shaolin. Master Fang Zheng thought he had seen the truth and said, "Du Yuan is indeed a master, what a pity."

Master Fang Sheng walked over slowly, his eyes fixed on the box. "Brother, how should we deal with this matter?"

"Send this wooden box to the Sutra Library, and go and copy a copy of the Vajra Indestructible Magic Skill for me." Master Fangzheng's words made Master Fangsheng's face look a little subtle.

The Vajra Indestructible Divine Art is indeed the top Shaolin martial art, but no one has ever mastered it since the founder Bodhidharma, so it seems to be a little incomplete. Even so, it is still a rare martial art in the world.

"Brother, the seventy-two unique skills are being passed down, this seems..." The Shaolin unique skills have been cherished deeply into the bones, and the seventy-two unique skills are considered more important than life.

"That's fine. The Lin family originally branched out from the Shaolin lineage, so they can't be considered external disciples. At most, they are lay disciples. Lin Yuantu sacrificed a lot for Shaolin, and supporting his descendants is a way of repaying his original efforts." Master Fang Zheng couldn't help but shake his head slightly. "I just hope this child can cultivate an indestructible body and survive the upcoming landslides and earthquakes. The martial arts world has been quiet for far too long."

Brother, this is impossible. After hundreds of years and after being verified by so many masters, the Vajra Indestructible Skill simply does not work. If you practice it too much, you may even collapse on your own. If you can't practice it to a deep level, then how is it different from the iron vest that is everywhere?

Brother, you watched Lin Pingzhi jump into the fire pit with your own eyes, but gave him a leaky water bag. However, when you are in the world of martial arts, you have no choice. Since he was born in the Fuwei Escort Agency and enjoys a fortune and fine food, you must bear the consequences.

Shaolin martial arts are never passed on to outsiders. As night fell, Master Fang Zheng invited Lin Pingzhi to taste tea, and then gave him time to make and drink the tea. He could look at the secret manual of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Power, but he remained silent in response to his questions. Fang Sheng watched from the side and shook his head, but did not say anything.

Since we said it won't be passed on to others, it won't be passed on to others, so this secret book can't be taken away. You only have a short time, and how much you can learn depends on your own ability. Moreover, the two monks also made it clear in advance that no one has truly practiced this secret book to the highest level for hundreds of years. Now that the martial arts world is in decline, no one in the entire Shaolin is learning this powerful technique that takes fifty or sixty years to achieve even a small degree of success.

Very strong! But after fifty or sixty years, my bones will have rotted away!

I give you an incomplete copy of the Sword of Exorcism, and you give me a copy of the Vajra Indestructible Skill that takes fifty or sixty years to master. We're both not kind people, so we're even!

No way! Lin Pingzhi was ecstatic. This martial arts manual was absolutely genuine. Although it was slightly incomplete, as long as he read through the scriptures in the Shaolin Sutra Library and pondered carefully, he would be able to find the missing parts.

And these scriptures are precisely what Shaolin can open to the outside world. Humph, our ancestor Lin Yuantu left behind many records and speculations about Shaolin. Don't think that everyone is a fool.

"Tomorrow I want to visit Sect Leader Zuo of Songshan to learn a profound internal martial arts technique. The Lin family lacks too many things." Lin Pingzhi's words made Master Fangzheng and Master Fangsheng frown. "Are you too unconfident in the family swordsmanship?"

The two monks looked at each other and decided to go back and take a closer look at the Exorcism Sword Technique brought by Lin Pingzhi. Then, the two monks mourned for Lin Pingzhi in their hearts for three seconds. Duyuan, isn’t it a bit too much for you to cheat the junior like this?

Even if the Exorcism Sword Technique is not suitable for passing down, can't you at least leave behind some other good things?

In fact, the two monks had wronged Lin Yuantu. The real good thing he left behind was the 108-style Sky-turning Palm, but the clever Lin Pingzhi had kept it hidden and refused to show it to others.

The crying child gets the milk, so why should we show off the really good things to outsiders?