Chapter 61 Sweeping Monk 1

Suddenly, an old voice outside the window said, "Good, good! Xiao Jushi's house is kind-hearted, and it is really the heart of a bodhisattva to think of the world.

When several people heard it, they were shocked. How could someone under the window not realize it? And listening to this person's tone, it seems to have been outside the window for a long time. Murong Fu shouted, "Who is it?" Without waiting for the other party to answer, a bang came out, and two long windows flew out and fell down.

God doesn't smile and think, "It appeared! Ha ha, this stupid Murong Fu can't show his prestige in front of us, just in front of the old monk. I'm afraid he is the most powerful here!"

A thin monk in a green robe was bowing and sweeping the floor with a broom. The monk is quite old, and his sparse long beards are all white, slow to move, weak, and not as if he has martial arts. Murong Fu asked again, "How long have you been hiding here?"

The old monk slowly raised his head and said, "The donor asked me how long I have been hiding here...?" Five people stared at him together and saw that he was blank and spiritless, but his voice was just right to praise Xiao Feng's accent.

Murong Fu said, "Yes, how long have you been hiding here?"

The old monk calculated with his fingers. After a while, he shook his head, and his face showed an apologetic look. He said, "I... I can't remember clearly. I don't know if it's 42 years or 43 years. When this old scholar Xiao first came to see the scriptures at night, I... I have been here for ten years. Later... Later, the old monk Murong came. A few years ago, the Zhu monk Polo Star came out to steal the scriptures. Alas, you come and go and turn the scriptures in the cabinet into a mess, and I don't know why.

Xiao Yuanshan was very surprised and wanted to go to Shaolin Temple to secretly study martial arts. None of the monks in the temple know about it. How can this old monk know? Most of him just listened to his words outside the temple, so he talked nonsense here and said, "Why have I never seen you?"

The old monk said, "The monk is fully absorbed in the martial arts classics, and his heart is distracted. Naturally, he can't see the old monk. I remember that what the priest borrowed from the cabinet on the first night was a book of 'unparallery', alas! From that night, the priest entered the devil's way. It's a pity, it's a pity!"

Xiao Yuanshan's surprise was really not small. On the first night, he sneaked into the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion and found a 'No Phase Robbery Finger Book'. He knew that this was one of the 72 stunts of the Shaolin School. At that time, he was overjoyed. No one knew this matter except himself. Did the old monk really witness it at that time? For a moment, he only said, "You...you...you..."

The old monk added, "The second time the monk came to borrow the cabinet was a book of 'the Prajna's Master'. At that time, the old monk secretly breathed and knew that the monk had become more and more deeply, and more unbearable. In the place where the monks used to take books, he put a 'French Sutra' and a 'Miscellaneous Ahan Sutra', hoping that the resident could borrow it and study and understand. Unexpectedly, the layman was addicted to martial arts, but ignored the authentic Dharma. He put these two scriptures aside and found a volume of 'the magic wand method', but he was happy and encouraged to leave. Alas, addicted to the sea of suffering, I don't know when I can turn back?"

Xiao Yuanshan listened to him casually and said that he was doing well at night in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion 30 years ago. Gradually, he was scared, from fear to fear, bursts of cold sweat on his back, and his heart almost stopped beating.

The old monk slowly turned his head and looked at Murong Bo. Murong Bo saw that his eyes were dull, as if he had turned a blind eye to it, but it was like the secret hidden in his heart. Everything was clearly seen through by him, and he couldn't help but feel fury and uncomfortable all over his body. The old monk sighed and said, "Murong monk is actually a Xianbei, but he has lived in Jiangnan for several generations. The old monk originally expected that the monk must have been involved in the literary style of the Southern Dynasty. Unexpectedly, the monk came to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion and abandoned my ancestor's French words and the quotations of the senior monks of all generations, and picked a book of 'flowers. The fingering method is like getting the treasure. In the past, people bought clams to return pearls and laughed for thousands of years. The two scholars are the most high-level people in the world, but they have also done this foolishness. Alas, it is harmful to others.

Murong Bo was horrified. When he first entered the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, the first martial arts secret book he saw was indeed the 'flower fingering method', but at that time, he had inspected it carefully and found that there was no one inside or outside the Tibetan scripture pavilion. How could this old monk see it in person?

I only heard the old monk say, "The heart of a monk is more greedy than that of a scholar Xiao. What Xiao Jushi practiced was only how to make the existing martial arts of the Shaolin School, but Murong Jushi included the 72 stunts of the temple one by one and recorded a copy of his heart. Then he returned to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion and returned the original book. In the past few years, the scholar has tried his best to integrate these 72 stunts, and may have been taught to Linglang.

When he said this, he turned his eyes to Murong. He only took a glance, shook his head, and then saw Jiu Mozhi. Then he nodded and said, "Yes! Ling Lang was still young and lacked skills to study Shaolin's 72 stunts. It turned out that it was passed down to a Tianzhu monk. King Lunming, you are wrong, completely wrong, the order is reversed, and the disaster is already in the eve.

Jiu Mozhi has never entered the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion and has no fear of the old monk. He said coldly, "What order is reversed? The disaster is already imminent? Isn't the master's words too alarmist?" The old monk said, "It's not alarmist. King Ming, please return the Yijinjing to me. Jiu Mozhi couldn't help but be shocked at this time and thought, "How do you know that I got the 'Yijinjing' from that ugly-faced man?" How can it be so easy for me to return you?" He was self-reliant: "What is 'Yijinjing'? The master's words are difficult for people to understand.

The old monk said, "This school's martial arts has been handed down from the ancestors of Dharma. The children of Buddhism learn to have teeth, but they are strengthening their bodies and protecting their demons. Between practicing any martial arts, there is always a thought of compassion and kindness. If you don't take Buddhism as the basis, you will definitely hurt yourself when practicing martial arts.

The deeper you practice, the more serious your injury will be. If what you practice is just the outer door kung fu of punching, kicking and hidden weapons, it's okay. It's very harmful to yourself. You just need to be strong and resist..."

Suddenly, I heard the sound of talking downstairs, followed the stairs to support, support and support a few taps, and eight or nine monks prostituated the pavilion. First, there were Xuansheng and Xuanjing, two Xuanzi senior monks of the Shaolin School, followed by several foreign senior monks such as Shenshan people, Daoqing Master and Guanjin Master, and then Xuanjing, and then Xuanjing, Xuanzi. The monks were surprised to see Xiao Yuanshan's father and son, Murong Bo and his son, and Jiu Mozhi in the pavilion and listened to an old monk with a strange face. These monks are highly cultivated and wise men. At present, they do not bother. They stand aside and listen to what he says.