"You can't blame me for this. This old monk is disrespectful to me. He asked for it." Jiumozhi said sadly, making his face even greener.

All the monks glared at Jiumozhi, but no one dared to fight him. They all looked at Xuanci and asked him to make up his mind. If they all fought in groups, they would be able to take down this guy, but it would leave a bad name for the Shaolin Temple.

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The Shaolin Temple has not experienced any evil at this time, has a high prestige in the world, and attaches great importance to innocence.

Xuanci was about to issue a call when he suddenly heard a voice coming from the old monk on the side: "The donor is already deeply trapped in the devil's barrier, but he doesn't know it. His life is in danger in an instant. It is really sad!"

The old voice of the sweeping monk echoed throughout the back mountain and did not dissipate for a long time.

"Pretend to be a god!" Jiumozhi didn't believe in evil and slashed at the sweeping monk with another flaming knife.

It's just that the force of the knife reached three feet in front of the sweeping monk, but it couldn't move forward an inch!

The sweeping monk suddenly raised his head, with a compassionate face, and walked towards Jiumozhi step by step.

Jiumozhi was inexplicably flustered, and he slashed out with the flaming knife one after another, and also used the Shaoshang Sword and other special skills. He hit the sweeping monk with all kinds of finger and palm power from a distance, but he was bounced away as soon as he got within three feet of him!

It seemed like there was a three-foot invisible wall of energy surrounding his body!

"You, don't come over!" Jiumozhi panicked, his mood was no longer what it was before.

The other monks were already dumbfounded. No one expected that this sweeping monk who could only teach scriptures could hide such profound martial arts! Even Xuanci looked shocked and had no idea!

Immediately, he seemed to have thought of something. He was suddenly startled and asked hurriedly: "Master, are you the uncle of Zen Master Lingmen?"

It turned out that Xuanci remembered that the previous abbot, Zen Master Lingmen, had mentioned his uncle before his death, saying that when the Shaolin Temple was in danger of being destroyed, he went to ask him to come out.

However, over the years, Shaolin Temple has been developing steadily without encountering any major disturbances, so Xuanci gradually forgot about this incident.

It wasn't until this moment that the sweeping monk took action that he remembered.

The sweeping monk didn't even look back. He could only hear his voice floating in the air, "The past is like dust and smoke, and now there is only an unknown old monk."

As he spoke, he had already arrived in front of Jiumozhi.

Jiumozhi's face was ferocious and his whole body was turning green. He struck out with both palms and hit the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk raised his hand lightly and gently pressed it on Jiumozhi's forehead.

Jiumozhi felt that he was enveloped by a Buddha's light, his eyes couldn't help but close, and his face gradually changed from ferocious to kind.

But gradually, the breath on his body became weaker and weaker, and finally he fell to the ground as if dead.

All the monks said "ah". Unexpectedly, the sweeping monk took Jiumozhi's life with his move! Jiumozhi didn't even have time to resist, but he was instantly killed by him with one move. It was really unbelievable!

The monks looked at each other, but they didn't know what to say. At this moment, the sweeping monk said again: "You two have been watching here for a long time. If you don't come down, when will we stay?"

"Ah?" The monks looked around, but saw no one anywhere.

Suddenly, the sweeping monk flicked his sleeves and saw two figures falling from the tree. They were two masked figures, one black and one gray.

These two were Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan who were hiding in the dark. They thought they were hiding well, but they didn't know that they were always under the sweeper's nose.

"Old bald donkey, what kind of magic did you use..." Murong Bo couldn't help but curse.

The sweeping monk shook his head, "The donor has been hiding in the pavilion and reading Buddhist scriptures for many years, but his temper has not changed at all, and the evil barrier has become deeper and deeper."

Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan looked at each other, both surprised. At the same time, they looked at the old monk, "Who are you?"

The old monk didn't answer, but just shook his head: "The two donors don't recognize me, but I remember them clearly. I don't know if it was forty-two or forty-three years. This old layman Xiao first came at night When I read the scriptures, I... I had been here for more than ten years. Later... Later, the old layman Murong came. A few years ago, the monk Boluo Xing of that day also came to steal the scriptures. Alas, you come and I go, Jiangge The scriptures in it were turned over in a mess, and I don’t know why.”

Xiao Yuanshan was greatly surprised, thinking that he had come to Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts secretly, and none of the monks in the temple knew about it. How could this old monk know?

"Why haven't I seen you?" he couldn't help asking.

The old monk said: "The layman was totally focused on the martial arts classics, with no distractions, so naturally he couldn't see the old monk. I remember that the layman came to the pavilion to borrow a book on the first night, which was the "Wuxianjie Fingerprint". Alas! From From that night onwards, the layman entered the devil's path, what a pity, what a pity!"

Xiao Yuanshan's surprise was really no small matter. He sneaked into the Sutra Pavilion on the first night and found a copy of "The Handbook of Wuxiang Jie". He knew that this was one of the seventy-two unique skills of the Shaolin School. He was overjoyed at the time. No one but himself could do this. Besides, no one else knew. Could it be that this old monk was actually witnessing it with his own eyes? For a moment, he only said: "You...you...you..."

The old monk added: "The second time the layman came to borrow a copy of Prajna Palm Technique. I put a copy of the Lotus Sutra and a copy of the Zagama Sutra in the place where laypeople usually collect books. , I just hope that the layman can borrow it, study and understand it. Unexpectedly, the layman is obsessed with martial arts and ignores the authentic Buddhism. He puts these two scriptures aside, finds a volume of "The Magic Wand Method", and leaves happily. Alas, you are drowning in the sea of ​​misery, and you don’t know when you will have to turn back?”

Xiao Yuanshan listened to his casual talk and told all the things that happened to him over the years. Some of them he couldn't even remember clearly, but he told them clearly. Unconsciously, cold sweat broke out on his back. When I came up, my heart almost stopped beating.

The sweeping monk slowly turned his head and looked at Murong Bo again.

Murong Bo saw that his eyes were dull, as if he could not see anything, but it was as if he could clearly see through every secret hidden in his heart. He couldn't help feeling frightened in his heart and feeling very uncomfortable all over his body.

The sweeping monk sighed and said: "Although layman Murong is from the Xianbei tribe, he has been living in the south of the Yangtze River for several generations. The old monk first expected that the layman must have been involved in the literary talents of the Southern Dynasties. Little did he know that the layman came to the Sutra Pavilion and asked me The founder's subtle French words and the sayings and insights of eminent monks of all ages were all thrown away, but when I picked up a copy of "Nianhua Fingering Technique", I felt like I had found a treasure. In the past, people bought coffins and returned pearls, which made them laugh for thousands of years. Two laymen are now living in this world. Even an expert does this foolish thing. Alas, it is harmful to both myself and others."

Murong Bo was horrified, thinking that this monk was really a demon, how could he know everything so clearly?

"The layman's heart is even more greedy and multitasking than that of layman Xiao. What layman Xiao practiced was just how to restrain the existing martial arts of the Shaolin sect. But layman Murong included all the seventy-two unique skills of the temple and recorded them all in copies. , only then returned to the Sutra Pavilion and returned to the original book. I think that over the past few years, the layman has tried his best to master these seventy-two unique skills..."

No wonder there are seventy-two unique skills in his attic, but he didn't expect it to come from this. Sure enough, Murong Bo worked hard as a book mover and smuggled many of them from Shaolin Temple into his library, but most of them were incomplete.

The old monk saw Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan stunned on the spot, and continued: "But if you practice the superior martial arts of our sect, such as flower fingering, multi-leaf fingering, Prajna palm, etc., you don't use the compassionate Dharma every day.

When harmonized and resolved, the evil spirit will penetrate deep into the internal organs, getting deeper and deeper, and is a hundred times more powerful than any external poison. Maharaja Mingwang was originally a disciple of my Buddhist sect.

, the idea of ​​​​purifying all sentient beings, although the classics are abundant and the arguments are brilliant, they can never dispel the hostility planted when practicing these superior martial arts."

The surrounding monks only listened to a few words, and then they realized that what the old monk said contained profound meanings that no one before him had understood, and they all felt awe-inspiring in their hearts. Several people clasped their hands together and praised: "Amitabha, good, good.

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Chapter completed!