Chapter 310 The sweeping monk who failed to show off

Xiao Feng and his son immediately clasped their fists to Fang Yu who came to them and said, "Thank you, Mr. Fang!"

Xiao Feng and his son were very touched.

From Fang Yu hiding in the dark, they felt that Fang Yu must be worried about them and protected them in secret.

They silently kept Fang Yu's feelings in their hearts.

They knew very well that if Fang Yu had not appeared in time.

I am afraid that they would have been tricked by this mysterious old monk.

Fang Yu waved his hand: "It's just a little help!"

After saying that, Fang Yu secretly looked at the gray-clothed old monk in front of him.

This old monk wore a tattered gray monk's robe and a broken monk's hat on his head.

The complexion was sallow, the eyes were turbid, the body was thin and hunched, and the few sparse long beards were already completely white.

He looked dusty. If you only look at the surface, he is an ordinary old man who is about to die and has half a foot in the coffin.

But it is not the case.

Fang Yu knew that the gray-robed old monk's cultivation was terrifying.

Peak of the Jindan realm.

And he could clearly feel that the old monk's cultivation was far beyond the peak of the Jindan realm, and it seemed that he could enter the Huaying realm at any time.

When Fang Yu was looking at the gray-robed old monk.

The gray-robed old monk was also secretly looking at Fang Yu.

Suddenly he found something, the gray-robed old monk's pupils suddenly shrank, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, but it returned to normal in an instant.

The gray-robed old monk looked at Fang Yu, put his palms together, and chanted the Buddha's name softly: "Amitabha, Mr. Fang Xiao has a good trick!"

Fang Yu looked at the gray-robed old monk calmly and said lightly: "It's just a small trick, it can't compare to the master's Buddhist sound to save you!"

Fang Yu remembered that in the original work, the sweeping monk beat Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo to death and fell into a tortoise-like sleep.

Then he used [Yin Yang Mutual Aid] to let them resolve each other's internal injuries and bring them back to life.

After experiencing "life and death", Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo suddenly had a great enlightenment, put aside their past grudges, worshipped him as their master, converted to Buddhism, and returned to the right path.

But Fang Yu didn't think so after what happened just now.

In his opinion, the sweeping monk must have used the power of salvation to forcibly save Xiao Yuanshan and the others.

Otherwise, how could Xiao Yuanshan, who had hated the murder of his wife for thirty years, let it go just like that?

Although Fang Yu's voice was light, there was a lot of sarcasm between the lines.

The gray-clothed old monk naturally heard the sarcasm in Fang Yu's words.

But his expression was normal, his eyes were calm, and his eyes did not change at all.

The old face covered with frost was full of compassion, like a real monk.

Xiao Yuanshan looked at the gray-clothed old monk with a lightning-like gaze and asked in a cold voice: "Who are you?"

Xiao Feng and his son looked at the mysterious gray-clothed old monk with a wary look.

This mysterious gray-clothed old monk is really terrible.

They didn't even notice when the old monk in gray was approaching.

Just a Buddhist sound just now made them lose all their anger, their bodies were out of control, and they couldn't help wanting to surrender.

They guessed that this mysterious old monk in gray must be the sweeping monk that Fang Yu had mentioned to them before.

At the same time, they were also somewhat relieved.

They were relieved that they listened to Fang Yu's words and did not rush to Shaolin to seek revenge, but chose to lure Murong Bo out.

The old monk in gray looked at Xiao Yuanshan and said calmly: "The old monk is just an ordinary old monk sweeping the floor in the Shaolin Temple's library!"

Fang Yu curled his lips when he heard this.

A peak Jindan realm expert, or just ordinary?

You are afraid that you have some misunderstanding about the four words "ordinary", right?

Shaolin asked a peak Jindan realm expert to sweep the floor. Are they so arrogant?

Having read the original novel, he knew that the sweeping monk was very good at pretending.

Seeing him today, it is indeed well-deserved.

He was thinking about the true identity of the Sweeping Monk.

Although he was not sure about the true identity of the Sweeping Monk.

But he was sure that the Sweeping Monk was definitely not a good person.

Because if the Sweeping Monk was a good person, he was hiding in the dark, and Xiao Yuanshan's actions would naturally not be hidden from his perception.

If he was a good person, why didn't he show up to stop Xiao Yuanshan from stealing Xuanci's son and putting him in Shaolin?

If he was a good person, why didn't he stop Xiao Yuanshan from killing his son Xiao Feng's teacher Xuan Ku in Shaolin in the original book?

He had a vague feeling that the Sweeping Monk wanted to turn the Song Dynasty upside down through Xiao Yuanshan and his son.

At this time, the voice of the sweeping monk continued to sound: "When Mr. Xiao came to the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion to borrow scriptures, the old monk knew it."

Xiao Yuanshan was shocked: "How many years have you been in the Sutra Pavilion?"

The sweeping monk counted with his fingers, and after a long time, he shook his head, and said with an apologetic look on his face: "I... I don't remember clearly, I don't know if it was forty-two years or forty-three years."

"When Mr. Xiao first came to borrow scriptures, I... I had been here for more than ten years."

"Later... Later, Mr. Murong also came."

Speaking of this, the sweeping monk sighed softly: "Alas, you come and go, and mess up the scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion. I don't know why?"

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong, who had just woken up, were very shocked.

Every time they went to borrow scriptures, they were very careful. How could this old monk know?

Xiao Yuanshan asked coldly: "You said you have been in the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion for more than forty years, why have I never seen you?"

The sweeping monk said quietly: "The layman is fully focused on the secret book of cultivation, and his mind is not distracted. Naturally, he cannot see the old monk."

"The old monk still remembers that the layman came to the pavilion to borrow a book on the first night, right?"

"Alas! The layman doesn't know that you have entered the devil's path since that night. What a pity, what a pity!"

When Xiao Yuanshan heard this, his pupils suddenly shrank.

On the first night, he sneaked into the Shaolin Buddhist Scripture Pavilion and indeed found a copy of "Wuxianjie Fingerprint".

He knew that it was one of the seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin School, and he was overjoyed at the time. No one else knew about it except himself.

Now that he heard what the old monk said, he was very sure that what the sweeping monk said was true.

The sweeping monk ignored Xiao Yuanshan's shock and continued: "The second time the layman came to borrow the pavilion, it was a copy of "Prajna Palm Technique"."

"At that time, the old monk secretly regretted it. I knew that the layman had become possessed by the devil. He was hiding deeper and deeper, and he couldn't bear it."

"So I put a Lotus Sutra and a Zagama Sutra in the place where lay people usually collect books. I just hope that lay people can borrow them to study and understand."

"Unexpectedly, the layman was obsessed with the secret books of cultivation and could not extricate himself. He ignored the authentic Buddhist teachings. He put the two scriptures aside, found a book "The Magic Wand Method", and finally left happily and encouraged."

Speaking of this, the sweeping monk sighed softly: "Alas, the layman is addicted to the sea of ​​suffering. I don't know when he can turn back?"

Hearing the sweeping monk's words, Fang Yu did not refute this time.

Fang Yu also dabbled in Buddhist practice secrets.

Moreover, the Daxia Dynasty also had Shaolin's "Seventy-Two Special Skills".

Each of the seventy-two stunts can injure people's vitals and take their lives. They are so sharp and cruel that they can harm the world.

Therefore, if you want to master every unique Shaolin skill, you must use the corresponding Buddhist method to resolve it.

Otherwise, there is a risk of going too far.

The higher the level of cultivation of Buddhists, the higher their understanding of Zen principles, and they will naturally encounter obstacles.

This obstacle is called "Wu Yue Obstacle" in Shaolin.

In fact, the so-called "martial arts barriers" are what people often call "bottlenecks."

Fang Yu knew that the real Dharma was to transcend the world, but the seventy-two stunts were to kill. The two ran counter to each other and restrained each other.

Therefore, the requirements for practicing Buddhist cultivation secrets are very strict.

The higher the Dharma, the stronger the thoughts of compassion, and the more Buddhist skills can be practiced.

He had already seen the hidden dangers in Xiao Yuanshan.

The sweeping monk did not fool Xiao Yuanshan.

He watched in silence, wanting to see what medicine the sweeping monk was selling in his gourd.

Xiao Yuanshan heard the sweeping monk speak highly of his actions during the past thirty years in the Sutra Pavilion.

My heart gradually turned from fright to fear, from fear to fear.

In fact, cold sweat broke out on his back, and his heart almost stopped beating.

He couldn't help but feel lucky.

If the sweeping monk had taken action against him over the years, I'm afraid he would have fallen.

At the same time, he was secretly guessing the purpose of the sweeping monk.

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

Murong Bo saw that the sweeper's eyes were dull, as if he was blind.

But he felt that the secret hidden in his heart was seen through by the sweeping monk.

He vaguely felt that everything he did was clearly seen through by him, and he couldn't help but feel very uncomfortable.

At this moment, the sweeping monk suddenly sighed and said quietly: "Murong layman is actually a descendant of Xianbei!"

"Layers have been living in the south of the Yangtze River for several generations. The old monk originally thought that lay people had been exposed to the literary talent of the Southern Dynasty."

"Who would have thought that when lay people came to the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion, they discarded all my Shaolin Patriarch's subtle French teachings and the sayings and sayings of eminent monks from past dynasties as if they were trash. However, when he picked up a copy of "Nianhua Fingering Technique", he found it as if he had found a treasure."

Speaking of this, the sweeping monk glanced at Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, and said with emotion: "In the past, people bought coffins and returned pearls, which made them laugh for thousands of years."

"The two laymen are great men of the world, but they also committed this foolish act."

"Alas, it is harmful to both myself and others."

Murong Bo was extremely shocked. When he entered the Sutra Pavilion for the first time, the first cultivation secret book he saw was indeed "Nianhua Finger Technique".

But he remembered that he clearly used his mental power to check the surroundings and was very sure that there was no one else in the Sutra Pavilion.

Why does this old monk seem to have witnessed it with his own eyes?

He was sure that this old monk's cultivation level must be higher than his.

Otherwise, how could he not detect him!

The sweeping monk's voice continued: "Murong's heart is more greedy than that of Xiao."

"What Practitioner Xiao practiced was how to restrain the existing skills of the Shaolin Sect. But Practitioner Murong included all the "Seventy-two Special Skills" of the temple one by one, and made a copy of it carefully, and then returned to the Sutra Collection Pavilion. , return the original book.”

"I think the layman has tried his best over the years to master these seventy-two unique skills."

Having said this, the sweeping monk shook his head and said, "Laity Master, you are just like Master Xiao. You are deeply possessed by the devil but don't know it."

Having said this, he glanced at Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo and said softly: "Two laymen, your internal injuries can only be treated through the method of 'mutual aid of yin and yang'. Are you willing to put aside your grudges and treat each other?" "

Without waiting for Xiao Yuanshan to answer, Xiao Feng responded quickly: "Old monk, the hatred of killing your wife and mother is irreconcilable, and my father is not willing!"

The sweeping monk put his palms together and chanted the Buddha's name softly: "Amitabha, I have always thought that Mr. Xiao was a young hero with feelings and righteousness, but today, I am a little disappointed!"

"Mr. Xiao, do you disregard your father's life and death for revenge?"

"And you and your son have already made Mr. Xiao's son crazy, which can be regarded as revenge. Isn't that enough?"

Xiao Feng sneered: "Old monk, don't be hypocritical here. If it weren't for Mr. Fang Yu, my father and son would have been forcibly converted by you!"

"I will naturally treat my father's internal injuries!"

"Didn't you swear that my father's injuries can only be resolved by the 'yin and yang mutual assistance' with the old thief Murong?"

"Now please open your eyes and see how I treat my father!"

Xiao Feng is not a fool.

He vaguely felt that the sweeping monk stopped taking action because he was afraid of Fang Yu.

Although the Sweeping Monk's cultivation was unfathomable and his words were high-sounding, he looked like a high-level monk on the surface.

But just now, the Sweeping Monk showed up and used Buddhist music to convert them.

Therefore, Xiao Feng had no good feelings towards the Sweeping Monk.

After saying that, Xiao Feng flipped his right hand, and a crystal clear glass bottle appeared in his right hand.

"Dad, this is a holy medicine for healing. You take this medicine to heal your wounds first, and I will protect you!"

Sweeping Monk: "..."

Looking at the beautiful three-color liquid in the glass bottle, the Sweeping Monk's pupils suddenly shrank, and a trace of greed swept through the depths of his eyes.

He glanced at Fang Yu, who was silent, and instantly returned to normal.

Seeing that the sweeping monk failed to show off and was fooled, Fang Yu said:

"Old monk, you don't know this three-color liquid?!"

"I will help you popularize it. This is the [Three Lights Divine Water]. It can turn bones into flesh and reverse life and death. It's just an internal injury. It can be healed in a snap of a finger!"

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