“?????”

Xiao Feng and the others were all surprised when they heard this.

There are six people in the Sutra Library, four of whom are invincible in martial arts. Even if Wang Yuan and Murong Fu are slightly weak, they are top experts.

With their cultivation level, they don’t need to look at them within a radius of dozens of meters. They can detect any slight movement. Why are there people outside the window without any sense of it?

Wang Yuan was even more strange.

Why is this sound so familiar? It seems to make people feel very intimate.

The man seemed to have been outside the window for a long time in his words, and was not noticed, which shows his deep cultivation.

“Who is outside?”

In the Sutra Pavilion, Murong Fu had the lowest martial arts cultivation and was the most unsatisfied. Before the person outside answered, he slashed out with his palm, and the palm power came from across the air, shaking the window.

I saw a thin monk in a green robe holding a broom and arching his body to sweep the floor. The monk was not young, his sparse long beards were all white, he was slow to move, had energy but was weak, and he looked like he had martial arts.

"Who are you……"

Seeing the old monk in the corridor, Wang Yuan was stunned, trembling all over, as if he was about to cry.

"Master!!!"

After a moment of silence, Wang Yuan walked to the window excitedly and bowed deeply to the old monk, his face full of gratitude.

This old monk is no other person, but the sweeping monk who personally taught Wang Yuan’s Buddhism.

If "The Indestructible Magic of Vajra" is the foundation of Wang Yuan's establishment and Xuanci is the enlightenment of Wang Yuan's rivers and lakes, then this sweeping monk is the root of Wang Yuan's invincibility.

Although this old monk did not teach Wang Yuan a move and half a move, he taught Wang Yuan something that he would enjoy for life - Buddhism.

With Wang Yuan's qualifications, most martial arts in the world cannot be learned, and there are some martial arts with low understanding requirements, but Wang Yuan can only learn basic internal skills such as internal skills.

Even Wang Yuan cannot learn the unique Yijin Jing of Shaolin.

But after the monk sweeping the floor taught Wang Yuan’s Buddhism, Wang Yuan became a top master in the world.

The Taixuan Sutra, the Beiming Divine Achievement, the Nine Transformations of Yin and Yang, the Dragon and Elephant Prajna Achievement and other internal skills can be learned, and they are all based on the basis of the "Yi Jin Jing".

Without the Yi Jin Jing, Wang Yuan would not have received Su Xinghe's enlightenment. Without the Yi Jin Jing, Wang Yuan would not have been drunk by Xiake Island... The "Nine Yang True Sutra" was originally given by the monk sweeping the floor himself. With such extraordinary cultivation, Wang Yuan could have obtained the "Dragon and Elephant Prajna Meditate" from King Jin Wheel.

It can be said that everything Wang Yuan now comes from the Buddhist teachings he personally taught to the monk Sweeping the floor. If the monk Sweeping the floor had not been taught to him, Wang Yuan would be just a player who only knows how to practice kung fu, so he can have the current cultivation level.

Unfortunately, after my teacher taught Wang Yuan’s Buddhism, he never appeared again.

Wang Yuan had also gone to look for him several times, but it was fruitless. Unexpectedly, he could still see the monk sweeping the floor again after more than a year.

You can imagine Wang Yuan’s mood at this time.

"Amitabha!"

Seeing Wang Yuan, the monk sweeping the floor was very pleased and said, "I have been a disciple of Wuxian, and I haven't seen him for a long time. My cultivation has improved more. I wonder if I have let go of Buddhism!"

"The disciples study Buddhism every day and dare not slackew on the slightest." Wang Yuan said hurriedly.

Wang Yuan really didn't speak nonsense. Since he learned the wonderful uses of Buddhism, although Wang Yuan did not understand Buddhism, he would read scriptures even if he had nothing to do. Even if he met a monk like Fang Zhengxuanci, he could use Buddhism to make a few words of quibbling, and he could fool the living person to death, but he could not rely entirely on ventralism.

"Okay! OK! OK!"

The monk sweeping the floor said three times, and flashed, and moved from the other side of the window to the Sutra Pavilion.

That's right, it's just a moment of movement! The kind that suddenly disappeared and suddenly appeared, similar to Wang Yuan's [Qiankun Mo Nong], but the calm expression of the sweeping monk showed even more lightness.

"!!!"

Seeing this old monk's skills, Murong Bo and others were so shocked that their eyes widened.

"Junior brother! Isn't your master Abbot Xuanci? Is this?"

Xiao Feng asked Wang Yuandao in wonder.

"Master Buddha!" ​​Wang Yuan answered truthfully: "My Master's Buddhist practice is the best in the world!"

"snort!"

Jiumozhi, who was standing beside him, showed disdain when he heard this.

"I've seen the monk!"

Xiao Feng rushed to the sweeping monk and hugged his fists and wanted to salute him.

The monk sweeping the floor gently held up his left hand, and then held Xiao Feng several feet apart and said, "Donald Xiao is in love with the people of the world! The old monk should thank you! It is a blessing for the world to have a good emperor like you in Liao Kingdom!"

"The monk has been awarded too much!"

Xiao Feng was slightly surprised and said humbly.

Xiao Feng's martial arts are invincible in the world. Now, after he started working, the real dragon protects his body, and his level is directly topped at 200 levels, and he has advanced to the god level.

But Xiao Feng still couldn't see through the old monk's cultivation level, as if he was much higher than Xiao Feng.

"emperor……"

Murong and his son were devoted to being emperor all their lives. Xiao Feng was originally a beggar leader, but now he is ranked 195th. Murong Fu was very jealous. At this time, the monk sweeping the floor praised Xiao Feng as a good emperor. Murong Fu immediately became unhappy and shouted: "I'll ask you who you are, how long have you been here!"

"You should be kind to my master, otherwise I will save you!"

Seeing Murong Fu's tone of evil, Wang Yuan took out a fight with a dark face. In the wind, he turned into more than one meter long, the size of the bowl, and smashed it to the ground.

"Boom!"

The ground trembled, and Murong Fu's face changed slightly.

"Don't be rude, Wuqian disciple!" The sweeping monk waved his hand and said to Murong Fu: "How long have I been here... I have been here for more than ten years since the first time that Old Donor Xiao came to peek at the scriptures..."

"ah?!"

Xiao Yuanshan said in surprise: "Why haven't I seen you before?"

"Old donor Xiao's eyes are full of martial arts secrets, so I can't see me!" The sweeping monk smiled slightly, waved his sleeves, and his gentle true energy spread everywhere.

"Crash!"

The stents that were messed up by Wang Yuan and others stood up one after another and returned to their original position.

"hiss……"

Seeing this, Xiao Yuanshan and others immediately took a breath of cold air.

Xiao Yuanshan and others thought they could do it by using internal force to collect objects in the air or by supporting the sutra racks, but this kind of technical work was still very thoughtful. With a wave of the sweeping monk, he would stand up all the sutra racks in the Sutra Pavilion with a light wave, which everyone could never do.

What's even more terrifying is that the sweeping monk's true energy is soft and he cannot feel the power even when he meets someone. Such internal strength is simply shocking.

Even Wang Yuan, the apprentice, was stunned.

After learning Buddhism with the monk Sweeping for so long, Wang Yuan also knew that this monk might use some skills, but no matter how high he was, he would not be higher than Abbot Xuanci. However, when he saw this, Wang Yuan suddenly realized that he was watching the sky in a well.

Although Wang Yuan's cultivation is not as high as the top, he still has a vision. His martial arts master's martial arts cultivation is very good, and he is probably not much higher than a top master like Xiao Feng.

After doing all this, the monk sweeping the floor looked at Murong Bo.

Murong Bo was shocked and his body couldn't help but tremble, as if he was seen thoroughly.

"Why!"

The monk sweeping the floor said: "Murong, the donor, lived in the Central Plains for many years. He thought you would get involved in the literary and literary etiquette of the people in the Central Plains. But he knew that the lay Buddhists also abandoned the experience of Shaolin ancestors' Buddhism like worn-out shoes. In the past, someone bought a box and returned a pearl. The two lay Buddhists were masters at that time, but they were like this, haha, haha!"

People with awesome Buddhism do not contain dirty words for cursing people. Every word in their words is accusing Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo of being a bad pen, but it just makes you unable to tell the truth.

While speaking, the sweeping monk walked forward with a broom.

Every time he took a step, he waved his broom, and the scriptures scattered on the ground flew up layer by layer and fell back to their original position. When he walked to Jumozhi, the originally messy Sutra Pavilion was now sorted out cleanly and neatly, without any loss of the chaos just now.

The monk sweeping the floor was so skillful and his cultivation level that shocked everyone again.

When Jiumozhi saw the monk sweeping the floor approaching him, he felt a little scared. He subconsciously took a step back and said panic: "You old monk, pretending to be a ghost!"

"Wrong, all wrong!"

The monk sweeping the floor glanced at Jiumozhi and said, "King Ming, you are in danger."

"Nonsense! I didn't steal the things from your Sutra Pavilion!" Jiumozhi insisted on not entering the Sutra Pavilion, and he did not care about the fault. He had no awe of the monk sweeping the floor.

"Hmph!"

The monk sweeping the floor said, "Give me the "Yi Jing" over there!"

"What Yijin Jing! I don't know!" Jiumozhi was shocked and said tough.

"Amitabha!"

The monk swept the floor said again: "Although Buddhism and Taoism are of the same origin, and martial arts are different sects. King Ming, you used Taoist little Wuxianggong to activate the seventy-two unique skills of Buddhism, which has caused some damage to your body. Now that you have been practicing the Yijin Sutra, you are afraid that you have gradually entered the realm of becoming a demon."

"Little Wuxianggong?"

Wang Yuan frowned and glanced at Jiumozhi. No wonder this monk was so perverted. It turned out to be a trick.

Indeed, Xiao Wuxianggong can simulate all internal skills, and in theory, it can activate any moves. Moreover, Jiu Mozhi also snatched "Little Wuxianggong" from Wang Yuan, which makes sense.

However, what the monk Shuandao said, "Although the Buddha and Taoism are of the same origin, and the martial arts are of different sects, the Buddhist and Taoism practitioners will cause harm to the body." This was really shocked Wang Yuan.

Because Wang Yuan is a dual cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism, will he also develop injuries and illnesses?
To be continued...