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Chapter 145

As soon as Qiao Feng and the others fought, it was thunderous.

On the other hand, the grey-clothed monk moved unhurriedly, walking past Li Yuan and the others with a broom, as if he was an ordinary floor-sweeping monk, and the fight between them had nothing to do with him.

But when the gray-clothed monk passed by Li Yuan and the others, he couldn't help but glance up at them.

Especially on Li Yuan and Wang Yuyan, his gaze stayed for a long time, and he even let out a soft sigh of emotion.

But soon, the monk in gray walked slowly towards the direction where Qiao Feng and the others were.

Li Yuan had guessed the monk's identity at this moment.

In the Sutra Pavilion, facing the battle with Qiao Feng and the others, he didn't appear to be in the slightest panic. There was only one person who could do such a leisurely stroll.

This gray-clothed monk should be the strongest master in the Tianlong Babu world, the sweeping monk.

While cleaning the dust on the ground, the sweeping monk slowly picked up the scriptures that had fallen from the bookshelves in the scripture library, and then put them back.

Before he knew it, he actually walked to the center of the fight between Qiao Feng and Murong Fu.

At this moment, Qiao Feng was already furious, but he still came from Shaolin, and he was a hero, so it was impossible for him to attack an unrelated monk who sweeps the floor.

So Qiao Feng couldn't help shouting: "Master, get out of the way quickly, so as not to hurt you!"

Although Qiao Feng had kind thoughts in his heart, the others were different.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo have already launched a frantic competition of internal strength at this moment, all kinds of transformed palm qi, fist strength, and leg wind all come out of their hands as if they don't need money.

These two were thinking about how to kill each other, all kinds of internal force moves almost brushed the body of the sweeping monk.

And Murong Fu is even more despised.

The shadow of the sword in his hand whirled, and the sword energy from the Evil Resisting Sword Manual rushed out, and even slashed towards the head of the sweeping monk, trying to split the sweeping monk in front of him in two!
At the moment when the sword energy fell, the sweeping monk waved his long sleeves, and a three-foot wall of energy rose in front of him.

The thick white zhenqi was like a gust of wind, protecting Murong Fu's sword qi in front of the sweeping monk.

Murong Fu was startled, but then became angry again.

"Damn it, monk of Shaolin Temple, how can you block my sword energy!"

Then Murong Fu turned around and stabbed out with a sword turning back.

This sword did not use sword energy, but an extremely fast sword move.

Murong Fu was dressed in red, and his whole body turned into a red ghost among the pavilions.But it was such a swift sword, but the sweeping monk firmly caught his sword with both hands!

The sweeping monk looked at Murong Fu quite unexpectedly at this time, and he said slowly: "Although the little benefactor is a disciple of the Murong family, this quick sword technique is quite different from the Murong family's Longcheng sword technique."

Murong Fu's two swords were blocked, and he was caught by the sweeping monk empty-handed behind him. No matter how stupid he was, he could see that the gray-clothed sweeping monk in front of him was a peerless master!
Murong Fu was startled, he drew his sword, saw that the sweeping monk didn't take the initiative to attack him, so he quickly retreated.

And Qiao Feng was also surprised, and because the sweeping monk stood between him and Murong Fu, he temporarily stopped.

On the contrary, it was the father of the two of them, who was fighting vigorously on the attic above the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

All kinds of Shaolin Temple stunts were released in the hands of these two people, sawdust flew, and bookshelves continued to collapse.

If the two were allowed to continue fighting, they might forcibly demolish the Buddhist scriptures pavilion in Shaolin Temple.

At this moment, the sweeping monk's eyes were full of peace. He stood still, clasped his hands together, and let out a soft sigh: "Om!"

I saw the pure Buddhist internal energy surging out with this soft sound, and the Buddhist internal energy directly shattered all the internal energy moves released by Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo.

At this time, the sweeping monk took another step forward and swung two palms.

Seeing that Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's expressions were horrified, both of them were unsteady on their feet and fell from the attic above the second floor of the Sutra Library.

Li Yuan and the others saw clearly the series of movements of the sweeping monk at the door of the Sutra Pavilion.

The observation ability of anticipating the enemy's opportunity, the pure and profound Buddhist internal force, and the extremely wonderful skill of movement.
The floor-sweeping monk is worthy of being a floor-sweeping monk, and Li Yuan was surprised by his Xiaolou's skills alone.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were knocked down to the ground by the sweeping monk at the same time, both of them were shocked.

Both of them think that their kung fu has reached the top of the world, and now a sweeping monk suddenly appeared and shot them down with two easy moves. How can the two of them accept this?

Xiao Yuanshan couldn't help asking: "Who are you? Why are you in the Sutra Pavilion?"

Murong Bo also frowned and asked: "Let me ask you, when did you come here?"

The gray and white clothes on the floor-sweeping monk were tattered and patched, which was the attire of a serving monk.

Among the Shaolin disciples, serving monks belong to the type that only shaves ordains but does not learn from teachers, does not teach martial arts, does not practice meditation, and does not rank in seniority.

The daily work of a serving monk like him is to make fire, chop firewood, farm, cook, sweep the floor, etc.

Shaolin Temple is another big temple, and there are actually many humble servant monks like the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk thought for a while, and then said with a little apology: "I don't remember clearly, I don't know if it was 30 years ago or 40 years ago. When this old layman Xiao came to see the scriptures at night, I was already here." More than ten years. Later, the old layman Murong came, and a few years ago, the Indian monk Po Luoxing also came to steal scriptures. Alas, you come and go, and you mess up the scriptures in the pavilion, and I don’t know why.”

"what?"

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were shocked when they heard what the sweeping monk said.

He was in the Sutra Pavilion more than 30 years ago, which shows that the martial arts of the sweeping monks have far surpassed them more than 30 years ago!
Xiao Yuanshan held his breath in his heart, he just thought it was the floor-sweeping monk talking nonsense, because he had been hiding in the Buddhist scripture pavilion for more than 30 years, and he had never seen the floor-sweeping monk once.

At this time, the sweeping monk saw the distrust in Xiao Yuanshan's eyes, so he said: "The old layman Xiao is fully focused on the martial arts classics, and he has no other distractions, so naturally he can't see the old monk. I remember the layman came to the pavilion on the first night to borrow. It's a finger book of Wuxiangjie. Alas! Since that night, the layman has entered the way of magic, what a pity, what a pity!"

Xiao Yuanshan was stunned. On the first night he hid in the Sutra Pavilion, he did find a secret book of Wuxiang Jiezhi here, and only he knew about it.

Listening to what the sweeping monk said now, he was actually observing him silently at that time!
At this time, the sweeping monk turned his head and said to Murong Bo: "Although Layman Murong is from the Xianbei tribe, he has lived in the south of the Yangtze River for several generations. The old monk first thought that the layman must have been exposed to the literary grace of the Southern Dynasty. How did he know that the layman came to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion?" , I discarded my patriarch's subtle words and French, and the quotations and experience of eminent monks in the past dynasties. I picked up a book of fingering with flowers, but it was like a treasure. In the past, people who bought a tree and returned the pearls made people laugh for thousands of years. The two laymen are Even when you are a superior person in this world, you also do this stupid act. Alas, it is harmful to yourself and others.”

After Murong Bo heard what the sweeping monk said, his expression was extremely horrified, the sweeping monk actually knew his situation like the back of his hand!
(End of this chapter)