The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 155: A Visitor from Lingjiu Palace (asking for monthly ticket)
The masters of thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands? Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at these people.

These so-called cave masters and island masters are a group of unconventional people in the martial arts world who belong to neither any sect nor any gang.

These people have different levels of martial arts skills, and some are good and some are evil. Almost all of them are solitary and do their own thing, and are not regarded as important by people in the martial arts world.

Some of them live scattered on islands in the sea, while others live in famous mountains and rivers, or even in remote places like Kunlun and Qilian. However, despite their fame, they have not actually done much.

Zhao Ti looked at these cave masters and island owners for several times. These people should have been controlled by the Tianshan Child-Fairy with the Life and Death Talisman, and became vassals of the Lingjiu Palace on Piaomiao Peak, doing the Child-Fairy's bidding. I wonder what they are doing in the Shaolin Temple on Songshan Mountain?
He looked at the two girls in front of him again. They were pretty and slim, but their eyes were cold. They also looked at him.

Zhao Ti pondered in his heart, these two girls are obviously the leaders of these unconventional sects, but they don’t look like the owners of any cave or island. Could they be from Lingjiu Palace?

The Lingjiu Palace on Piaomiao Peak has direct subordinate forces from the Nine Heavens and Nine Divisions, and serves Tong Lao directly. In addition, there are four sword servants named Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum, who are the maids around the Tong Lao of Tianshan and are the most trusted.

The four sword servants, Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum, were twin sisters who looked extremely similar. The two girls in front of them looked alike, except that they were wearing clothes of different colors, one was light red and the other was moon white.

Zhao Ti recalled the characteristics of the people in Lingjiu Palace in his memory and guessed that the two women were Mei Jian and Lan Jian among the sword servants.

At this time, Wei Hanchen stepped forward, his inner strength surging, his voice like a bell: "What are you shouting for? Shaolin is a quiet place, how can you guys make such a noise? You ask us why we are here, I haven't even asked you guys what you are here for!"

There are more than a hundred people on the opposite side, but there are also fifty or sixty people on their side, so their momentum is not weak.

When these people heard Wei Hanchen speak, they looked at each other and the two girls in front of them because of his strong internal strength.

The two girls looked thoughtful and didn't say anything. A man in black with long arms and legs walked out from among the crowd, holding a ghost-head knife with a thick back and a thin blade that was shining green.

He snorted and said, "We are ordered by the Tianshan Child-Grandma to come and remind Shaolin Temple of something. During this period, no one can enter the temple. Otherwise, they will be against our Lingjiu Palace of Tianshan Piaomiao Peak."

Wei Hanchen was surprised when he heard this: "You reminded Shaolin Temple of the situation? Why didn't you leave after reminding them? You even blocked the temple gate?"

The man in black sneered, "The Shaolin monks are stupid and don't believe what we say. We can only stand guard here and not let outsiders in!"

Wei Hanchen frowned and said, "You guys are probably crazy. What's the difference between this and fighting Shaolin? It's just that the monks are good-tempered and didn't chase you down the mountain!"

At this time, a big-headed old man walked out from the crowd opposite. His head was bald without a single hair. From a distance, he looked like a leather ball.

He said in a hoarse voice: "We are not attacking Shaolin. The monks know that we have good intentions, but they just don't believe us. We don't stop the monks from coming in and out, but we don't allow outsiders to come in, especially women!"

As he spoke, his eyes swept behind Wei Hanchen and landed on Ah Zhu who was holding the crystal pot: "There is a woman among you, but it is absolutely impossible for you to enter Shaolin."

Wei Han was extremely angry and laughed: "You unorthodox people are so bold that you dare to cause trouble in the Central Plains. Don't you know how to write the word death?"

As soon as he said this, the thirty-six cave masters and seventy-two island masters immediately started shouting. Some roared, some snorted, and some laughed sinisterly with ill intentions.

Since these people were classified as side sects by the martial arts world, they would never accept any discipline, and not even the rules of the martial arts world could restrain them. During this period, they were controlled by Tong Lao with the Life and Death Talisman, and they had been holding back a lot of anger with nowhere to vent it. When they heard the other party saying that they were causing trouble, they immediately became furious.

Then an old man in a yellow robe walked out of the crowd, came to the two girls, and said loudly: "Girls, I don't know where these people came from. They are arrogant and insult us. Do you want to teach them a lesson?"

The voice of the girl in moon-white clothes was like a silver bell: "Are you sad if you don't fight for a day? We want to stop strangers from outside. Do you know if they are known to the temple? Are they guests invited by the temple? We are just trying to stop that woman. Do we want to fight with so many of them? If that woman takes advantage of the chaos to sneak into the temple, wouldn't it be a loss for both sides?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ti glanced at the other party. The one in the moon-white clothes was Lan Jian. Although she was from the same family as Mei Jian in red, she looked more beautiful, and her voice was pleasant and organized.

Wei Hanchen looked back at Zhao Ti, and seeing that Zhao Ti didn't say anything, he said sarcastically, "I understand. You wanted to stop a woman from entering the temple, and you even reminded Shaolin, but they ignored you. You just do your own thing here, acting as guards for free, but you're just trying to get rejected."

As soon as these words were spoken, the cave owner and island owner on the opposite side immediately became furious and drew their weapons.

The red-dressed girl frowned when she saw this. Just as she was about to speak, she saw a man of medium build and long beard walking out of the crowd and whispered, "Girl, I know the boy opposite."

The girl in red said, "Master Zuo, do you recognize this person? Although he looks young, he looks like the leader."

Zhao Ti looked at this time and saw that the man with long beard was none other than Zuo Zimu, the leader of Wuliang Sword's Eastern Sect. Last year, he followed Ma Wude to Wuliang Mountain and happened to meet the Shennong Gang who were ordered by Lingjiu Palace to attack Wuliang Sword Sect. After he left, Wuliang Sword was conquered by Lingjiu Palace and renamed Wuliang Cave.

Zuo Zimu whispered about Zhao Ti's visit to Jianhu Palace. The girl in red was surprised and asked, "Is his martial arts so high? What's his origin?"

Zuo Zimu shook his head: "I don't know about this. I asked Ma Wude later, but he couldn't explain it either."

Lan Jian, who was wearing moon-white clothes, glanced at Zhao Ti and turned around and said, "Sister, I think they should have nothing to do with that woman."

The red-dressed girl pondered, "Whether it's related or not depends on whether the people in the temple recognize her. There's no way the people in the temple know that woman. But there are so many of them. Even if we recognize the few leading ones, the others..."

At this time, Tong Guan went forward and knocked on the door. After a while, the mountain gate opened and a middle-aged monk came out and chanted the Buddha's name, saying, "Donors from the various caves and islands, Shaolin knows that you have good intentions. We have already noted down what you said to prevent someone from stealing the scriptures. Now, please leave this place as soon as possible. There is no need for you to guard and maintain it here."

Tong Guan knew that he was talking about the people from Lingjiu Palace, so he said with a fake smile: "Master, you are wrong. We are not those people from the underworld."

The middle-aged monk was startled when he heard this. He looked outside carefully and saw that they were a group of newcomers. They were not in the same group as the cave masters and island masters who were practicing unorthodox practices. He wondered, "Who are these donors..."

Tong Guan raised his head and said, "We came from Tokyo. Is Abbot Xuanci in the temple now?"

The middle-aged monk is the head of the reception department of Shaolin Temple. He is very good at reading people's expressions and distinguishing the status of people. He is very smart.

He heard something strange in Tong Guan's voice, and then looked at the people behind him. They were dressed differently from the Jianghu people, many of them were wearing black shark-skin official boots. He saw Zhao Ti wearing a jade belt, and he looked noble. He couldn't help but be startled immediately: "Who are you, the nobles..."

Tong Guan turned around and glanced at the cave master and island master over there, then lifted up his robe slightly to reveal his palace badge: "We came to Songshan for important matters. There are so many people here, so it's not easy to say it directly, but..."

He turned around and signaled to Bai Zhan behind him. Bai Zhan stepped forward and took out the brocade box. After opening it, he revealed the scroll of the imperial edict. The monk in charge of receiving guests was shocked when he saw it, but he had seen the imperial edict. Since the Jiayou years, all the abbots of Shaolin had been conferred titles and imperial edicts had been issued to them. They were enshrined in an independent hall. At this moment, his expression changed drastically.

He had thought that it was a noble from Tokyo who came to add incense, but he did not expect that it was a decree from the court. He hurriedly bowed his head and said, "Dear guests, please wait a moment. I will go and ask the abbot to greet you."

As he said this, he turned and ran towards the temple, where he saw that the masters of the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands all looked puzzled.

The long-armed, long-legged man in black who spoke first said, "This monk who is in charge of reception has always been cold and indifferent to us. Why is he acting so abnormally now? Not only is he anxious, but he also looks a bit flattering?"

A middle-aged woman frowned. She was the island owner of the Elang Island in the East China Sea. She continued, "Could it be that these people have some background? Are they from some famous sect in the martial arts world? Or are they from some noble family?"

The big bald man next to him rolled his eyes and said, "These people just showed that snobbish monk something in a box. It must be gold, silver, and jewelry. The monk was blinded by money and naturally bowed his head. We came here to remind them to be careful of someone stealing the scriptures, but we were ignored instead."

There was a Taoist priest with an iron crown in the crowd who shook his head and said, "It's not that simple. I saw the man with a yellow face in front of the mountain gate first showed the monk the waist under his robe. I guess it was a badge of identity. As for the box, it was narrow and long, how could it hold any treasure? It should be a scroll. As for the identity, it's really hard to guess." Lan Jian, who was dressed in white, heard the words and looked at Mei Jian and said, "Sister, I see that the receptionist looks strange. I'm afraid these people really know each other in the temple."

Mei Jian pondered and said, "Let's wait and see. Let the monk in charge of reception go in and report. Even if they recognize them, it's impossible for all of them to enter. At most, there will be one or two. If they are not women, don't worry about it."

Tong Guan then returned to Zhao Ti and whispered, "Sir, I saw that there were many people over there, so I didn't reveal my identity directly and told you to wait outside. I deserve to die."

"It should be so." Zhao Ti glanced at Mei Jian and Lan Jian's group over there, and had some guesses in his mind: "It's best not to reveal your identity. It won't be too late to talk about it after we enter the temple."

Just a moment later, the sound of bells was heard in the Shaolin Temple. It was usually the morning bells and evening drums, but the bells rang at this time, close to noon. The rhythm of the bells was clearly different from that in the morning. It was melodious, peaceful, long-lasting and solemn.

A monk in the crowd was surprised and asked, "The bell is ringing! Why is the bell ringing?"

The man in black asked, "What's the meaning of ringing the bell? Don't temples ring the bell every morning?"

The monk took a deep breath and said, "Boss Wu, this is something you don't understand. I once stayed at Qingliang Temple in Mount Wutai for a period of time. In this temple, except for the morning bell, the other bells ringing at other times mean something important is happening. I listen to the rhythm of the bells to welcome distinguished guests."

"VIP? What VIP?" The man in black is the owner of the Black Wind Cave, one of the thirty-six caves, and has a high reputation among these people.

"It is very rare for a Buddhist leader or distinguished guest to ring this bell." The monk was surprised and said, "I wonder what the origins of those people are, and how they could ask Shaolin Temple to ring the bell to welcome them!"

At this time, Lan Jian, who was wearing a white shirt in front of him, said, "Sister, this..."

Mei Jian said expressionlessly, "Who cares where they come from? We just need to do what grandma told us to do and don't get involved with other things."

At this moment, the central gate of Shaolin Temple was seen slowly opening to both sides. Wooden fish, chimes, cymbals and other musical instruments were playing, and the atmosphere was quiet and peaceful. A large group of monks walked out.

There are more than a hundred of these monks, and they are not ordinary monks. They are all monk officials who serve as the leading deacons in the temple.

All the monks wore caps and robes, but many of them were not dressed neatly, apparently because they came out in a hurry and did not put their clothes in order.

The leader was a tall and thin monk who was about fifty or sixty years old. The monk had a gentle and kind face and was wearing a rare purple cassock. He led everyone out of the temple gate and, under the guidance of the monk who had just informed them of the arrival of guests, came in front of Zhao Ti and others.

Tong Guan then turned aside, looked at the monks and said, "This is my son."

The purple monk looked at Zhao Ti and put his palms together: "Amitabha, we are sorry for not welcoming you, the distinguished guest. This is the fault of Shaolin."

Zhao Ti looked at the purple-robed monk and nodded: "Master Xuanci?"

The purple monk said, "It is me, the humble monk. I have not asked you yet..."

Zhao Ti smiled and said softly, "My last name is Zhao."

Xuanci's eyebrows trembled when he heard this, and he chanted the Buddha's name again: "Donor Zhao, please come into the temple and have a talk."

Zhao Ti nodded, walked forward, thought for a moment and said, "I am a close friend of Master Lingde, the abbot of Daxiangguo Temple. I have never asked Master Lingde before whether he has any connection with Shaolin Temple..."

Xuan Ci put his hands together and said, "Master Lingde of Xiangguo Temple is my uncle, and my master, Master Lingmen, is my elder brother."

Zhao Ti smiled slightly when he heard that. Originally, he didn't think that Xiangguo Temple had any connection with Shaolin. After all, there were no martial monks in Xiangguo Temple, and there were no martial arts techniques passed down. They were all monks who focused on doing business. Now, he asked casually and found out that there was actually a connection. It seemed that he had to go back to see Lingde. The old monk had been hiding it from him all these years.

He walked in front, followed by dozens of people, and went straight into the temple.

The people of the 36 caves and 72 islands were dumbfounded when they saw this. A short and fat man with two axes on his back said, "How did he get in just like that? We have been here for a few days and we were not allowed to enter. Even if we stood in front of the main gate for a while, the monks would rush us aside."

An old man with white hair and beard sneered, "Master Niu, do you think we can go in? They are clearly being invited in with great fanfare and music. I have lived for so many years and have never heard of Shaolin monks coming out in such an orderly manner to receive people. Look at those monks, I am afraid that all the monks in the entire Shaolin Temple are here."

Boss Wu pondered at this time and said, "Who is that young man in brocade clothes? How could he have such a big face? I'm afraid that even if the head of a big sect or family came, Shaolin Temple would not mobilize so many troops!"

A fat man dressed as an accountant, with small eyes and a rat-like beard, holding a large iron abacus in his arms, snorted, "How can people in the underworld have such face? This person must be rich or noble, and not just ordinary rich and noble. The Shaolin Temple is not worthy of its reputation. It is really a place where people are greedy for money and curry favor with the powerful!"

Everyone in the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands had grim expressions on their faces. They came here on the orders of Tong Lao to remind Shaolin that someone wanted to steal the scriptures, but the other party didn't take their good intentions to heart at all. Not only did they not express any gratitude, they didn't even let them in through the gate.

When they saw the scene, they were shocked and indignant. All of them looked weird. Some of them stuck their weapons into the ground and sat down on the ground angrily.

Lan Jian, who was wearing moon-white clothes, looked at Mei Jian with astonishment and said, "Sister, they all went in..."

Mei Jian frowned upon hearing this, took a step forward and said loudly: "Masters, wait a minute!"

Although her voice was loud, the sound of the Buddhist instruments in the temple was even louder at that time, which drowned out a lot of her voice. Although the monks following behind her also heard it, they didn't even look at her, as if she didn't exist.

Mei Jian was furious, and he used all his internal strength to raise his voice again, "Masters of Shaolin, please don't let this woman in."

This time the sound was even louder, almost everyone heard it, but still no one paid any attention to her. She gritted her teeth and was about to step forward, but was pulled back by Lan Jian, who whispered, "Sister, when we came here, grandma told us to have a good talk with the Shaolin people and not to fight with them. Although we have a lot of people, Shaolin has many martial monks, not to mention the powerful martial arts of several Xuan monks, and they can also set up a 500-man Arhat formation. We won't gain any advantage if we fight."

Mei Jian gritted his teeth and whispered, "I'm afraid that Li Qiushui will sneak into the temple. We have spies around Shaolin. No matter day or night, we can sense her as long as she enters the temple. We can be sure that she will harm the people we are watching. The only way is to go through the main gate with others to avoid being noticed."

Lan Jian said, "Sister, I don't think these people have any relationship with Li Qiushui. The temple opened the gate to welcome them, so they obviously know each other."

Mei Jian shook his head: "Li Qiushui is insidious and cunning. He might have coerced the leading boy. Look at the woman in his team. She is holding a strange crystal bottle and never leaves her side. It's very suspicious."

Lan Jian pondered, "Sister, if that's the case, what's the point of stopping a woman? If Li Qiushui disguises herself as a man, can't she sneak into the temple just the same?"

Mei Jian said: "I just observed carefully, the others all have Adam's apples, they are not women pretending to be one, there is only one girl in this team."

Lan Jian was stunned: "Sister, what should we do if it is really Li Qiushui? Grandma told us not to let him steal the Yi Jin Jing. Shaolin Temple doesn't care, can we stop him?"

At this time, everyone entered the temple. Mei Jian looked at the slowly closing mountain gate and took a deep breath: "If it really doesn't work, I have no choice but to take a risk..."

(I am still writing, I will try to finish it in the next two days, thank you everyone, this paragraph is free of charge)

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