Jiang Dali explained the general situation below, then frowned and stared at Master Hui En's "layers of fat" and shook his head, "Why would Shaolin send you here? At least it is reasonable to send someone who can go down to investigate the situation.

Bar."

Master Hui En was no longer embarrassed at this moment and clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha! After losing the last battle, our temple decided to send an old monk to investigate and deal with the matter, and to guard it here to prevent anyone from going down again and destroying it.

An isolated area arranged by the relics of the eighteen holy monks in our temple."

"That's it." Jiang Dali understood and made a quick analysis and explanation of the message in his mind.

It seems that Shaolin has learned from the previous lesson of the sacred stone being taken away, and specially sent Hui En, a master of the Guizhen realm who had left seclusion, to guard the Leifeng Pagoda to prevent accidents from happening again.

If the relics of the Eighteen Divine Monks are also destroyed, it will undoubtedly add insult to injury and must be taken seriously.

However, we can also know from this that there are not many masters like Hui En in the True Realm, even in the hidden dragon and crouching tiger Shaolin. Otherwise, it would not be so difficult to summon one.

"So I ask Donor Jiang to allow the old monk to guard here." Master Hui'en said with his hands clasped together in salute.

Jiang Dali raised his hands and clasped his fists, "With a master sitting here, this place is foolproof, so I naturally agree."

After hearing this, Master Hui En completely relaxed and knew that Jiang Dali was serious about retrieving the sacred stone. He exclaimed with admiration, "Old monk, this fat body will be left here, unless you, Donor Jiang, after the 7749th,

Retrieve the sacred stone, otherwise the old monk will not move even one step out."

With that said, Hui En took off a large string of rosary beads worn around her neck, handed them to Jiang Dali with both hands and said.

"I also ask Donor Jiang to accept this string of Dharma King's rosary beads. Seeing the rosary beads is like seeing an old monk. If Donor Jiang has any questions or troubles when looking for the lost sacred stone, he can use this token to get the letter from the person who calls me, Shaolin, and get help!"

"What a monk! You are quite relieved."

Jiang Dali looked at the rosary, nodded slightly, laughed loudly and said, "Okay! The leader of our village will not be polite when he calls people here."

After saying this, he picked up the rosary that weighed more than a hundred kilograms, laughed and strode away.

"Amitabha! How good! How good it is! One less rosary from the Buddha will lead to three thousand less troubles! In this way, I, the old monk, can drink to my heart's content!"

Master Hui En smiled. He picked up the wine bottle from his waist, took off the cork, raised his head and took a sip, laughing loudly.

Isn't it just like this, when people laugh and forget their grudges?

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Chapter completed!