chapter 134

In the Great Zhou Empire, there was a great general who guarded a region, the Calm Martial Lord.

He actually stood out and knelt down to greet an old monk in Shaolin.

Directly startling Guang Liang, Ji Yuan, An Ruyun, Nangong Wentian, as well as the City Lord Jin Mofu, as well as the group of eminent monks.

This old monk was so unremarkable.

Even before, they had never even looked at him.

Immediately, they were all dumbstruck, their faces filled with disbelief.

Who was this old monk?

Everyone's mind was buzzing.

Even at this moment, they still had not reacted.

In their minds, the words of the Calm Martial Lord just now echoed.

Elder Du …

Who was this Elder Du again …

Numerous pairs of eyes looked towards the old monk Wu Neng, instantly feeling an incomparably familiar feeling.

Du Tongfu, the former Grand Secretary of the Great Zhou Empire.

First-rank Lord Protector.

Retired and returned to his hometown, returning to Tianbei City to enjoy his old age.

Although he kept a low profile and rarely appeared before, but all of the people present were top figures of Tianbei City.

An authoritative figure, a famous figure.

How could they not have seen Du Tongfu before?

Therefore, when they looked at the old monk Wu Neng, they felt that he was incomparably familiar.

As if they had seen him somewhere before.

But they could not react in time, unable to remember who he was.

Or perhaps, at this moment, they did not even dare to think in that direction.

"Elder Du … you are … Lord Du Tongfu …"

City Lord Jin Mofu, his face filled with disbelief, could not help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

He simply did not dare to believe his eyes.

"Heavens, is it really the former Grand Secretary Du Tongfu, Lord Du?"

"Didn't the former Grand Secretary, First-rank Lord Du, retire and return to his hometown?"

"How is this possible? Why would Lord Du become a monk in Shaolin? "

"Hiss … Old man, how did you end up here …"

… …

… …

Gasps could be heard one after another. Dumbfounded expressions could be seen on everyone's faces.

All of them were dumbstruck.

Guang Liang, Ji Yuan, An Ruyun, Nangong Wentian, and Jin Mofu were all deeply shocked.

Only then did they fully react.

He finally recognized the gray-robed old monk.

This unremarkable old monk Shaolin, whom he had never paid any attention to before.

He was actually the former Grand Secretary of the Imperial Cabinet who had retired and returned to his hometown. He was a first-grade Protector Duke that the late Emperor had personally conferred upon him. In the entirety of Tian Bei City, there was no one more honorable than him.

Du Tongfu, Official Du.

He was an extremely high official, second only to one person and above tens of thousands of people. His disciples and officials were all over the court, even though he had retired.

In the Great Zhou Empire, his influence was still astounding.

He was truly the kind of person who could shake the entire imperial court with a stomp of his feet …

Such an awesome person actually became a monk in Shaolin without a word.

Moreover, he was so unknown.

No one knew about it.

How could they not be shocked?

It could be said that what it brought to the crowd was not only shock, but also an indescribable fright.

"Greetings, Grand Secretary."

"Good night, Grand Secretary."

"Greetings, Official Du …"

… …

In a moment, Guang Liang, Ji Yuan, An Ruyun, Nangong Wentian, and Jin Mofu, as well as the group of senior monks, were all at a loss.

They all bowed respectfully towards Du Tongfu in fear and trepidation.

City Lord Jin Mofu directly knelt down.

The others all bowed and bent their knees.

Their postures were extremely low.

"Everyone rise."

"I have already shaved my head and become a monk in Shaolin, and have become a third-generation disciple of Shaolin. My monastic name is Wuneng."

Du Tongfu shook his head helplessly, clasping his hands together and uttering a Buddhist chant, saying: "Amitabha."

"Everyone, there is no need to care about my past identity."

"The past is like the clouds, like the passing clouds. I am just an ordinary third-generation disciple of Shaolin."

"In the future, do not announce my identity, lest you disturb the peaceful land of Shaolin."

At this moment, Wuneng was wholeheartedly focused on Buddhism. He was completely immersed in Shaolin's vast Mahayana dharma.

He had completely integrated into Shaolin.

Therefore, the thing he did not want to see the most was his past identity affecting his peaceful cultivation in Shaolin.

He wanted to keep a low profile, but how could this be easy?

Tian Bei City had a reputation, so how could they not be attracted to him, Du Tongfu?

"Yes!"

Guang Liang, Ji Yuan, An Ruyun, Nangong Wentian, and Jin Mofu all bowed in response.

Their hearts were in turmoil.

The previous Grand Secretary, Du Tongfu, not only had he become a monk in Shaolin, he was also a nameless third-generation disciple.

It was fine if he was a third-generation disciple, but he was not even a direct disciple …

Especially exaggerated.

There were tens of thousands of temples in the world. How could they believe that Du Tongfu was willing to become a monk in this nameless Shaolin?

And he had always been a nameless nobody?

Not to mention Wenshu Yuan, in the Great Zhou Empire, which top Buddhist Sect dared to slight Du Tongfu?

If Du Tongfu wanted to become a monk, any top Sect would give him the highest status and status.

They would all worship him.

But Du Tongfu chose to become a monk in Shaolin.

And he was an unremarkable third-generation disciple.

No status, no status to speak of.

"Abbot, we have arrived at the Purple Jade Forest."

Du Tongfu lifted the carriage curtains and invited Xuanxin down with Wuzhen.

"Amitabha."

Chanting the name of Buddha, Xuanxin walked down the carriage expressionlessly and calmly with the bearing of a divine monk.

Wearing a brocade cassock, holding a noble nine-ringed monk staff.

On Xuanxin's body, there was a strong Buddhist aura.

At this time, everyone was in a daze, recovering from the shock brought by Du Tongfu.

Today's main character was Shaolin's abbot, Xuanxin.

The important thing was, why could he turn the tide and save Tianbei City?

What qualifications did he have to call himself the reincarnation of Buddha?

How dare he call himself the Son of Buddha?

How dare he say that he could communicate with Buddha?

"Master, do you still remember me?"

Wu An Jun's face was filled with excitement, standing in front of Xuanxin with his palms together.

His entire person seemed to have been injected with chicken blood.

Incomparable fanaticism, incomparable devotion.

"Yes."

Xuanxin nodded his head indifferently. To be honest, his heart was not as calm as it seemed on the surface.

He also only now knew the true identity of this Wu Neng.

He was actually so awesome.

Although he had expected this before, he did not expect him to be the former Grand Secretary of the Cabinet.

Xuanxin stepped down from the carriage and frowned.

The dark clouds hovering low in the sky gave people an extremely oppressive feeling of panic.

Waves of Yin Qi, the ghostly aura, made people feel inexplicably cold. The dark clouds in the sky tore open a giant abyss.

Waves of ghostly wails and howls made people's scalps tingle.

The bronze grimace transmitted waves of strange and ominous aura.

At this moment, Xuanxin's heart was filled with worry.

Xuangang Xuanyuan, Wutian Wuyan, how were they doing in the Catacombs ruins?

There were a total of eight disciples in the Catacombs ruins.

Shaolin had four of them.

If something really happened, it would be a heavy blow to Shaolin.

Xuangang Xuanyuan was his senior and junior brother, with the potential of a hidden dragon and phoenix, while Wutian Wuyan was his direct disciple.

He had monstrous talent and great luck.

If he died in the Catacombs ruins, Shaolin's hard-earned luck would be lost.

He would be cut in half at the waist.