Marquis Wu sent Zhuge Dali to visit the old heavenly master

With a flash of thought, Meng smiled and saluted, "Meng Lang, junior, I have met Master Jiekong! I don't know what the other two are called?"

The old monk sang the Buddha's name in a low voice, and also slightly returned the salute: "Amitabha, the leader of the Meng alliance does not need to be more polite... The poor monk will introduce you. Daoist Liu Xingyang of the Longmen sect."

"Amitabha, Xiaoseng Baowen, I have met Meng Mengmeng, the head of Chen, and the benefactors of the Haoqi League." The tall monk Baowen greeted everyone first, and then stared at Xiao Zizai with murderous eyes.

Liu Xingyang also got up and saluted: "Pindao has met you all, met Leader Meng, and I am very glad to meet you."

Someone Meng smiled slightly: "You don't need to be polite, you are too happy too early."

Liu Xingyang: "???"

So the famous Meng Lang couldn't speak so well?

After seeing the ceremony, Meng Lang casually told the rest of his subordinates to go for a walk around, leaving only Chen, Zhang, Feng, and Xiao in the Jigong Hall.

With Meng Lang present, Chen Jinkui tactfully found a corner to drink tea alone. Monk Xie Kong looked pale when he walked away: "President Meng visited my mountain temple in his busy schedule, why do you not know why? "

Hearing this, Meng Lang slowly stretched out two fingers: "To tell the truth, Master, Meng has two purposes for coming here - one is to be entrusted by Brother Xiao to see a doctor for Master; the other is to I would like to ask Master to help select a group of monks from Shaolin Temple to join the Haoqi League to serve the country."

Meng Lang had been observing Liu Xingyang secretly while he was speaking. When he saw that the other party's pupils constricted for a moment when he heard that he wanted to recruit Shaolin monks, his heart immediately understood.

The passing encounters mentioned before are probably fake. This Taoist priest should be from the Quanzhen lineage, who guessed Zhang Chulan's future itinerary after seeing the Haoqi League and visiting the other nine ten masters one by one, and came here specially to inquire about the news.

"What! Leader Meng, you have a way to cure my master!?" Monk Baowen was overjoyed when he heard that Meng Lang said that he was here to heal Jiekong.

"Of course! I never lie to my own people. Since I agreed to Brother Xiao's request, I will naturally do what I say."

Hearing Meng Lang again stressing that he was invited by Xiao Zizai to help the old monk heal his wounds, Monk Baowen stood on the spot and his face twitched for a while, then took a deep breath, walked up to Xiao Zizai with a troubled face, bowed and thanked: "Junior Brother Baojing... I'm sorry to trouble you."

Xiao Zizai clasped his hands together, smiled and saluted his former senior brother: "It's good that senior brother doesn't blame me for being troubled."

"Master Baowen, you and Brother Xiao have a lot to talk about, why don't you go outside and have a chat?"

"This?" Gao Da looked at his master who had lost all his skills, not knowing what to do.

Seeing this, Xie Kong nodded slightly: "It's okay, you just follow the orders of Leader Meng."

"...Yes! Master!" Baowen agreed, then turned around and left Jigong Hall with Xiao Zizai.

In the process of watching the two gradually go away, a refined and easy-going smile gradually appeared on Meng's face. Zhang Chulan and Feng Xingtong glanced at each other, and instantly realized that their master was about to start cheating again...

ps: second update

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Chapter 463 Meng Lang did a good job, I will reward you as a secretary

Seeing that the "idlers and others" had all left the arena, Master Jiekong took a sip of his tea: "Leader Meng, now that the poor monk is no longer in Shaolin, I'm afraid there is nothing I can do to help you recruit monks to join the alliance?"

"Master is humble!"

Meng Lang shook his head slowly and solemnly, and said earnestly: "I know that there is a conflict of ideas between the master and the Shaolin Temple today... To be honest, I came here today to be a lobbyist for Shaolin. Please go back and preside over the overall situation."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Liu Xingyang's heart shook first, but then he became full of suspicion.

I thought that the person surnamed Meng came here for the support of Master Xiekong among the "Ten Guys", but he didn't expect that the other party spoke for Shaolin Temple?

But he had never heard of the friendship between Meng Lang and Shaolin Temple!

Unable to understand what was going on, Liu Xingyang decided to wait and see what happened, and listen to what this man surnamed Meng had to say.

After all, Master Xiekong represents the interests of the entire Buddhist sect. Even though there have been irreparable differences between the two factions within the Buddhist sect today, they still have to maintain the same voice at least on the surface.

Just when Quanzhen Taoist priest was thinking about it, Master Jiekong frowned slightly and asked: "I don't know what the meaning of the words of Meng Mengmeng's lobbying for Shaolin"? As far as the poor monk knows, Shaolin should not be in alliance with Haoqi. Do you have a relationship?"

Meng Lang shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "It's true that I haven't come and gone, but I have long been friends with the abbot of Shaolin, and I admire him a lot, so I came here uninvited to express my grievances for Shaolin in front of the master!"

"Hahahaha! Isn't Leader Meng just joking?"

Before the old monk could open his mouth, Liu Xingyang, who had a good understanding of Shaolin's internal affairs, couldn't sit still: "Today's Shaolin Temple is no longer as clean and upright as it used to be. You can get money when you open and close your mouth. The monks sell their fists and kicks, and the abbot runs wildly. Where does it still look like a pure place of Buddhism?"

"Master Jiekong came to Lingyin Temple to hide in peace because he couldn't understand what those people did! Instead of blaming those crooked monks for putting the cart before the horse and forgetting their ancestors, Master Meng wants to come to the master to 'complain' for them? What's the reason for this? !"

"Oh~"

Meng Lang sneered, raised his finger slightly, and Zhang Chulan behind him immediately understood, and stepped forward with his big mouth curled up, "This Taoist priest, please pay attention to your identity. Now you are the leader of the Haoqi League and one of the ten men. Talk to Master Xiekong, you have no place to speak here!"

"you!"

"You, you! No one left you to listen in the first place. You, a Taoist priest, insisted on staying. If you are sensible, shut your mouth, or you will bear the consequences!" Zhang Chu shouted after staring. Lan looked at the Taoist priest across the street turning green and turning red, but he didn't dare to retort his lips and felt secretly refreshed.

'The master is right, it often doesn't make sense to reason with these idiots who hide in their own circle all day and make fun of themselves. It's better to use physics! '

Seeing that Liu Xingyang was tongue-tied and stopped speaking, Zhang Chulan retreated behind Meng Lang indifferently. He had to admit that although his master's words were not very pleasant most of the time, they were really useful in actual operation.

It's like before the Ming Dynasty was destroyed, Chongzhen fought wars and borrowed money from courtiers, but he couldn't raise much military expenses after all the good words, and Li Zicheng confiscated tens of millions of taels of silver from the minister's house when the capital was destroyed.

Being able to force a fairly clear-minded emperor to utter the desperate bloody and tearful accusation of "a hundred officials are allowed to be killed without hurting a single person" before his death shows that the truth of family, country and world is indeed not as good as hanging on his neck in many cases Butcher knife works.

Meng Lang saw his dog moon... the Taoist priest on the opposite side was stupefied with a single word from his lover. Out of politeness, he pretended to be angry and slammed the table.

"That's enough, you traitor! Daoist Liu just spent too much time in the world and forgot the rules of speaking. How can you be as knowledgeable as him?"

After some basic operations of accusing Sang Huai, someone Meng waved his hand impatiently: "Well, I will punish you and hire a female secretary after you go back. If you have nothing to do, learn from other girls how people with high EQ talk to idiots." ,Did you hear that?"

"Yes! Master, this disciple knows his mistake." Zhang Chulan obediently admitted his mistake with lowered eyebrows on the surface, but with his hands behind his back, he couldn't wait to take out his mobile phone and send a happy message to Lu Linglong.

"Amitabha!"

After the brief farce before, Master Xie Kong roughly understood Meng Lang's position, frowned slightly and said in doubt: "Please forgive me for being stupid, I don't know what grievance Master Meng wants to complain for Shaolin?"

Hearing this, the corners of Meng Lang's mouth twitched slightly: "Master, are you really like what Daoist Liu said just now, that you came to Lingyin Temple to hide in peace because you couldn't bear the current 'unhealthy tendencies' in Shaolin Temple?"

"Amitabha!" Monk Jiekong sang the Buddha's name in a low voice. Although he didn't nod directly out of consideration of maintaining the dignity of Buddhism, he still acquiesced to what Meng said.

Seeing this, the corner of Meng Lang's mouth became even more smiling: "Master, I wonder if you have ever thought that perhaps Shaolin and other temples with so-called 'unhealthy atmosphere' are the right ones?"

"Amitabha, it's about the reputation of the Buddhist sect, please don't make jokes with Leader Meng."

"I'm not joking!"

Meng Lang sat up straight and looked at the old monk with a serious face: "Master, do you think that the Shaolin Temple today has gradually become a place for making money by using fame and wealth, and it is becoming less and less like a temple?"

After a long silence, Jiekong nodded slowly, his old voice was full of sorrow: "...Yes."

"Then are you also helpless that the number of monks who sincerely eat fast and worship Buddha in major temples has been decreasing year after year?"

"...Yes." Xie Kong nodded again.