The heavens begin with thieves

Chapter 149 Shaolin Sweeping Monk

Chapter 140 Eighth Shaolin Sweeping Monk
Jiumozhi was trembling all over at this moment, traces of black blood continuously flowed out from the seven orifices, accompanied by the weakening of the breath all over his body, it seemed that he would die soon.

And Ye Wuqiu in Zifu looked at the phantom of Tantric Living Buddha in Jinlian.

There was a chill in his eyes: "Who the hell are you? You are definitely not from this world."

In the fight just now, he was actually at a disadvantage.

And this living Buddha actually has a complete cultivation system, which is much better than him in the field of spirit and soul.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who you are?"

"My soul in this world is not ignorant, and I have reincarnated thousands of times, and I have lived an unknown number of lives before I have such power of the soul."

"It's surprising that you, a little-known Taoist priest, have my strength."

The living Buddha walked out of the golden lotus, covered with golden Buddha light, it really looks like a Buddha alive.

But this is a world of low martial arts, because of my arrival, I have this opportunity to practice Taoism.

Is this Living Buddha the original work?
Could it be that he is also the same as himself, a time traveler?
With doubts in his heart, Ye Wuqiu dispersed the golden dragon wrapped around him.

"Who is Pindao, you don't need to know, since the living Buddha has such supernatural powers, Pindao will visit sooner or later."

It's true that he can't beat this guy now, the way of the soul, he is not yet a yin god, so he is not an opponent.

However, with his own means, he did not believe that this guy could be his opponent.

"Anituofo, fellow Taoists have a bit of hostility in their hearts, why don't you join the poor monk to participate in the Buddhist teachings?"

"Hmph, wait for my arrival..."

After finishing speaking, Ye Wuqiu went straight out of Jiumozhi's Purple Mansion, feeling extremely vigilant towards this Living Buddha.

Looking at Jiumozhi, who was covered in black blood, Ye Wuqiu pointed it out, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed, and in an instant, Jiumozhi calmed down, and his face gradually became rosy.

This fight in his Purple Mansion is already extremely dangerous, at this moment Jiumozhi is not dead but he is quite capable.

As for killing him, it was unnecessary.

The life and death of Jiumozhi is not a big deal to Ye Wuqiu.

But he can't die in the territory of Song Dynasty at this moment. After all, Song Dynasty doesn't have the confidence to take down all the surrounding countries at once.

Duan Yu was lying beside him, but at the moment Duan Yu was in a coma, with a smile on his lips, as if immersed in a sweet dream.

Ye Wuqiu is not interested in this playboy.

Just let the people in the village throw it outside.

As for Jiumozhi, he still needs to rest for a period of time, even if he didn't die in the struggle within the Purple Mansion, he would become an idiot due to his spirit being damaged.

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Seven days later, in Murong Zhuangzi in Yanziwu, Ye Wuqiu looked at Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan who were already beginners, with a three-pointed smile in his eyes.

"Yes, it's not bad to be able to get started with this breathing method in seven days. If so, you should find time to go to Qingwei Palace by yourself. Pindao will go here."

"master……"

Before Murong Fu finished speaking, Ye Wuqiu had disappeared.

"Oh, let's go now, I still have other things to ask..."

……

Ye Wuqiu who left Hangzhou, the goal of this trip is the sweeping monk.

Shaolin sweeping monk, the ceiling of Tianlong's combat power.

Originally, I just thought this was a world of martial arts, but the existence of the living Buddha and the means of the soul.

Ye Wuqiu is also very curious now, whether this sweeping monk is also like a living Buddha.

Anyway, this person has lived for more than 100 years, he can be regarded as a serious old monster, and Xiaoyaozi can be regarded as the same generation.

Xiaoyaozi was suspected of being a cultivator, so what about this sweeping monk?

With a sense of anticipation in his heart, Ye Wuqiu went straight to Henan.

Moreover, going to Shaolin Temple at this moment is also for the other two.

These two people are bombs, Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan.

Gou secretly learned Shaolin 72 unique knowledge in Shaolin Temple, and was finally influenced by the sweeping monk with Buddhism, and stayed in Shaolin as a monk protecting the temple.

Of course, this is not the most important thing, both of them are scheming and gloomy people.

One who restores the country at any cost, and one who takes revenge at all costs are not good people.

This time, if the hidden dangers are eliminated, how good will the fate of Qiao Feng and Murong Fu be as good as now?
It involves things outside of Yanmen Pass back then, and there are many insiders, but to be honest, there are still many good people.

I probably won't say it in this lifetime.

After all, at the beginning, if Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo hadn't gone around killing people and finally led to this old incident, who would be able to say what happened next?

Qiao Feng had a good life at the beginning. As the leader of the beggar gang, he has a respected status and is also a well-known master in the Jianghu. Not bad at all.

Especially Xu Zhu, the stupid son of Abbot Xuanci.

And it was only a few days before Ye Wuqiu left Hangzhou.

Murong Fu began to operate An Ye Division.

Although there are not many masters now, relying on his own strength as a top master, he brought the four masters with him, as well as the talents he secretly cultivated at the beginning.

The simple framework is already set up.

The headquarters of the Dark Night Division is in Tokyo, and Zhao Xu specially gave him a big house as the headquarters of the Dark Night Division.

But Murong Fu didn't have time to go at all.

In the first seven days, I followed the master of the National Teacher to learn the breathing method, laying the foundation for the subsequent practice.

Some time later, they began to build the Dark Night Division's intelligence network.

According to the spies of Murong's family, she completely changed her appearance, and with the help of tokens and imperial decrees sent by Zhezong, it's hard to say about other positions.

However, in Hangzhou, they have gradually begun to integrate with the local government, and some spies have slowly infiltrated the homes of the rich and powerful in Hangzhou.

Many of these sects also have people in them. Although they are all small sects, within the Jianghu, as long as they are famous sects.

At least they are second-rate.

Murong Fu planned to use an evil sect to make the name of An Yesi appear on the rivers and lakes.

And the target he chose was a notorious sect in the distance of Hangzhou.

Luming Mountain.

This sect is in the boundary of Hangzhou, no one does not know, the sect of the evil way, the kung fu practiced is the art of collecting yin and replenishing yang, no different from that flower picking thief.

However, the imperial court rarely intervenes in this martial arts sect, except for those in the green forest.

The boundary between the Jianghu and the imperial court is that as long as the Jianghu sects do not cause chaos, it is not a big deal to kill a few people or rob a few women.

It's not that the imperial court is resigned, but that it's not worthwhile to send troops to encircle and suppress these people in the martial arts world.

Some masters sent out troops to encircle and suppress, and there were fewer people. After forming an formation, they ran away directly.

There are too many people, what about the human, material and financial resources involved?

In contrast, I naturally know how to deal with it.

Yanziwu, within a spacious villa, this is Qingyunzhuang, originally the Zhuangzi controlled by Deng Baichuan for foreign military preparations, it is naturally huge, and it is also excellent to be used as the headquarters of the Dark Night Division.

As for the headquarters in the capital, Murong Fu had long forgotten about it.

Murong Fu in Qingyun Manor frowned, looking at the map on the table, feeling a little helpless in his heart.

"Not to mention the dangerous terrain of Luming Mountain, the key is only one entrance to the mountain, so it's not difficult for me to get in."

"But what about the people below?"

"There are at least three to five hundred disciples in Luming Mountain. Among them, the head of the sect is also first-rate. With a few elders who are second-rate masters and many disciples, even I can't take them down so easily."

"Therefore, you must go in with me. Besides, the rest of our masters are..."

Feng Bo E was holding the long knife in his hand: "It's no problem, the young master and the four of us, it's not difficult to take it down, but the difficult thing is how to kill them all."

"The people on Luming Mountain are all evil people who burned, killed, raped and looted. If they can't all be killed, it will be extremely troublesome to leave future troubles."

"Besides, for the disciples outside, it's useless even if we want to arrest them. The disguise technique couldn't be easier in the Jianghu."

"Anyway, I don't suggest that the young master insists on attacking Luming Mountain. If we are so laborious, it is better for the national teacher to throw one of his sleeves in the past. Under the sudden collapse, mortals are irresistible."

"Okay, master, don't talk nonsense. This is an extremely important opportunity for our Murong family to turn around. If it is done well, then we will not only be people in the world."

Gongye rubbed his chin dryly, with a gleam of thoughtfulness between his brows, and asked, "Is the young master sure to go up from the western cliff of Luming Mountain?"

"Western Cliffs?"

Taking a look at the subway map, Murong Fu pondered for a moment: "But I can't guarantee it. If you wear Flying Tiger Claws, it shouldn't be a big problem."

"You want to say, let's make a surprise attack on Luming Mountain? The peak of the western cliff, hundreds of meters away, the rope is not that long, among other things."

"In addition, although this place is steep, Luming Mountain is a martial arts sect after all. It is impossible not to send people to guard it. If I can find out when they change shifts, I can try it."

"Actually, if you want to claim the title of Dark Night Division, it's best to attack by force..."

"Strong attack, how can it be so simple, the terrain of Luming Mountain has already explained that there is no way to attack this place by force."

Murong Fu suddenly thought of something: "By the way, did the national teacher say that he would send people to sit in the town?"

"If an expert from Qingwei Palace comes here, not to mention being like a national teacher, as long as he can break through the mountain gate, we can attack by force."

"At that time, cooperate with the garrison to encircle the mountain, and it will not be difficult to wipe them all out."

"Uncle Gongye, quickly send a message to Qingwei Palace to ask Gao Gong to come down to help."

"promise!"

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After traveling slowly, within half a month, Ye Wuqiu finally came to the foot of Songshan Mountain.

Looking at the majestic Songshan Mountain, piercing into the sky, there are many strange rocks, but the mountain is not steep, and it has a little more heavy meaning.

"Shaolin Temple, floor sweeping monk, here comes the poor...!"

In an instant, people disappeared at the foot of the mountain, but a few tenants not far away wiped their eyes vigorously.

With an unbelievable expression on his face: "Liu Mazi, did you see that Taoist just now?"

A man with a pockmarked face next to him was carrying his back on his back, but he was holding the hoe tightly in his hand.

"What Taoist?"

"Isn't Nemo dazzled? If someone passes by on this road, how can we not see it?"

The man who asked the question, dressed in coarse cloth, was holding a hoe and scratched his head a few times.

"Could it be that I was wrong?"

"No, a Taoist priest passed by just now, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye. I'm afraid I encountered a ghost."

"What a ghost, what ghost dares to come out when the sky is blue and bright? Besides, this mountain is Shaolin Temple, the Buddha's dojo, so what kind of monsters dare to be presumptuous here?"

"Do your job. It will be the season of planting vegetables soon. If the soil is not turned over, the survival rate will be low, and we will pay a lot of rent."

The words of the two tenants were ignored, but Ye Wuqiu sat in the sedan chair, shuttling between yin and yang.

In an instant, he came to the Zen gate of Shaolin Temple.

The yellow bluestone wall, the dry and compacted dirt road, and the three big characters painted with silver hooks on iron make people look a bit sharp.

Without stopping too much, Ye Wuqiu went directly to the scripture storage pavilion.

The layout of Shaolin has already been very clear under Ye Wuqiu's perception.

But at this moment in the Buddhist scripture pavilion, an old man with a monk's hat and a gray monk's clothes patched with holes, with a thin face suddenly stopped what he was doing.

His eyes turned to the outside of Shaolin Temple.

"A troubled autumn..."

Immediately afterwards, he put down the broom, and went straight back to his meditation room.

Not long after, Ye Wuqiu appeared in front of the old monk's meditation room.

"Master, can I come out and see you?"

This old monk was not simple at all, he could actually sense his own aura, Ye Wuqiu also raised his vigilance in his heart.

He found out that the outstanding people in any of these worlds are not easy to come by.

Under the perception of this old monk's breath, it was like a mass of Hunyuan Qi, which did not leak at all.

The whole body is round and not leaky, and the most important thing is that under the eyes of this guy, the Buddha's light almost covers the entire Shaolin.

If it was really that scary, Ye Wuqiu would definitely turn around and leave.

According to his guess, this guy should know how to use the power of incense and vows of countless Buddhas in Shaolin to monitor the entire Shaolin.

The sweeping monk closed the door, but his voice went straight into Ye Wuqiu's ears.

"The national teacher condescends to come here, the old monk is terrified, what's the matter?"

"Don't talk about important things, but isn't the master's way of treating guests behind closed doors a bit rude?"

"Or, is this how people from the Buddhist sect treat guests?"

"Ugh……"

crunch...

The wooden door was pushed open, and the sweeping monk walked out, looking at Ye Wuqiu, who was independent from the world, with no sadness or joy in his eyes, and no surprise at all.

"Why does the national teacher do this?"

"Monk, I'm just a little monk, so it's not worth the national teacher to come here in person."

"Leaving aside the terrifying martial arts of the master, in the eyes of the poor, he is surrounded by the light of Buddha. Presumably the master is also an eminent monk and a great virtue. Otherwise, the position of Arhat may not be certified."

Arhat, the guardian of Buddhism, is a generation with superb martial arts.

At the same time, he must be proficient in Buddhism, but Ye Wuqiu was also very surprised by the purity of this monk's Buddha's light.

The Arhat Buddha mentioned here is the realm, the state of mind, not the real Arhats in the world of Xianxia.

"The national teacher is a true immortal of the Daoist sect. How can a young monk stand shoulder to shoulder with mere mortals?"

"Master, the poor Taoist came here to visit and discuss the Daoism. If you keep your mouth shut and let the poor Taoist go away several times, don't you think you look down on the poor Taoist school?"

　I drank too much with my young lady last night. I stayed up all night. I was numb. I will add an update tomorrow. There should be two updates in the morning and one in the afternoon. I will update the original chapter in the evening, sorry.

　　
　
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