Chapter 481

This sigh sounds ethereal, but it is like the evening drum and morning bell. It contains the supreme Buddhist sound. It is pounding on everyone's mind in the courtyard. Those Shaolin disciples who were filled with the emotion of resolute sadness only felt that the miscellaneous thoughts in their hearts had been exhausted and their peace was restored.

"The courtyard that the old monk has just cleaned up is in a mess again by you people go away! go away! I'll do it again! "

After sighing, followed by an old voice, with the voice, an old monk's figure slowly appeared at the entrance of the courtyard.

People in the courtyard turned around and saw that the old monk was wearing a patched robe with a broom in his hand. As he walked slowly towards this side, he waved the broom to clean up the ground debris. He was actually a sweeping monk in Shaolin.

The sweeper had long eyebrows and long whiskers, and his face was wrinkled. He could not see how old he was. He was hunched and thin, as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind.

"Martial uncle xuanku!"

Although the position of the sweeping monk was not high in Shaolin, his seniority was one generation higher than that of other monks such as Jueren. Therefore, when they met him, they began to salute him.

"Abbot! Elders! Why do you gather here instead of practicing martial arts and reciting Buddhist scriptures? Old monk, I'm going to clean up the courtyard. Let's go

The sweeping monk called xuanku returned a salute with one hand and said without expression.

Abbot juehen and the six elders looked at each other and laughed bitterly.

This xuanku has been in Shaolin for many years. Anyway, Jue Ren remembers that he was already there when he first entered Shaolin.

At that time, xuanku was also sweeping the floor. Now, decades later, Jueren was the abbot of Shaolin, and xuanku was still a sweeping monk.

All the monks in Shaolin, even the abbot Jue Ren, thought that xuanku was a conscientious and ordinary sweeping monk. Because of his high seniority, all the monks respected him on the surface, but in fact, many monks did not look at him directly and regarded him as a dispensable existence.

Xuanku was probably dazed. After entering the hospital, he could not see the tension between the two sides of the confrontation, nor could he feel the tense and oppressive atmosphere. After greeting the monks such as Jueren, he continued to clean the ground, and gradually came to the Shaolin monks sitting in front of Fang Bai.

"Martial uncle xuanku..."

Chueh Jen just wanted to persuade xuanku to leave, but before he finished a word, his facial expression froze and he saw a scene that shocked him.

Xuanku waved his arms gently, and a strong wind swept out from his broom. Under the strong wind, no one of the more than 20 Shaolin monks sitting in front of Fang Bai could sit still and tumble out of the area.

Even the abbot juehen and the six elders felt suffocated under the fierce wind. They were forced to step back one after another and had to run Zhenyuan to fight against it.

More than 20 Shaolin martial monks, that is, more than 20 Xuan level martial artists. With a wave of xuanku's broom, how powerful is it that they can be forcibly removed from their original place?

All Shaolin disciples, including juehen, were stunned at the profound pain of their stooping back. They felt as if they were in a dream, and then there was endless joy and excitement.

It turns out that this unknown sweeping monk, who is not valued by anyone, is actually a hidden Super Master!

With this super master in Shaolin, it's hard to turn the waves again for the two young people who are forced to rush up the mountain and set up a teacher to investigate crimes?

For the first time, Jue Jen looked at xuanku carefully and found that he could not feel xuanku by his own cultivation. He could not see through this seemingly ordinary thin old monk.

Chueh Jen knew that the more powerful he was, the stronger he was.

"Amitabha! The difficulty of Shaolin is solved by martial uncle xuanku! "

Jue Jen publicized the name of Buddha, put his palms together, and gave a deep ceremony.

This time, he respected xuanku from the bottom of his heart.

"Well You little monks, if you don't chant Buddhist scriptures and devote yourself to practice in the temple, how can you move your mind and run to mingle with worldly trivia? Fortunately, I didn't kill them, otherwise I would not help them! "

Xuanku no longer sweeps the ground, but uses a broom to support the ground. Looking at the group of more than 20 monks who have been "cleared" by their own brooms, he shakes his head and sighs. He looks like he hates iron but does not become steel.

"I know you want heavenly level skills, but Shaolin has a lot of skills to inherit. It's enough for you to cultivate those inherited skills! Sometimes a wisp of greed, can produce endless disaster ah! If it wasn't for this incident that had a bearing on the rise and fall of Shaolin, I wouldn't have bothered to come out and ask you to have a headache for yourself

Xuanku finally said that his turbid eyes were so sharp that he swept over the more than 20 Shaolin monks. The monks felt that the pressure was as heavy as a mountain, and they could not help shivering.

The faint breath of xuanku awed almost all the people on the scene. The monks such as Jueren looked at the old monk with awe and worship, only to feel that his seemingly small body was more majestic than a hill.

"Grandfather, do you know that sweeper? He seems to be very powerfulIn the distance, the Dragon Girl on the ancient tree, with her binoculars in her hands, turned her eyes from Fang Bai to xuanku. She looked surprised and asked in a low voice.

Although the Dragon girl couldn't hear what xuanku was saying, she knew that the old monk was not simple from his expression and behavior and the respectful attitude of old monks such as Jueren.

Abbot juehen is a powerful man in the middle level of prefecture level. The monk who can make him so respectful should at least be a high-level one at prefecture level?

"I knew I knew There are many hidden dragons and tigers in Shaolin Xuanku, the floor sweeping monk, should be 100 years old. His accomplishments are not much weaker than me... "

The Dragon woman startled: "is he also a heaven level warrior?"

The Dragon startled the sky and shook his head and said, "the sky level is still a little poor. It's a half step sky level! But if you think about it, it's just a sweeper! Who knows if there are more powerful warriors in Shaolin? "

With a worried look on her face, Longnu whispered, "I wonder if Fang Bai can beat the floor sweeper Grandfather, let's show up and dissuade it, or they will fight. In case No matter who's hurt, it's not good! "

"Don't worry. Let's see I'm curious about how much strength Fang Bai has hidden! "

Long Jingtian looks at the field and sees Fang Bai, who is half a step ahead of him, still looks pale. He is surprised in his heart and feels more and more unfathomable.

Even a high-level fighter at the prefecture level will be a little hard to bear when facing the pressure released by a half step sky level warrior. However, Fang Bai has a relaxed expression. It seems that his cultivation is definitely more than that of the prefecture level. No wonder he dared to challenge the eighteen Arhats array of Shaolin just now.

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