Extreme Yama System

Chapter 69: sweeper



"Old monk, you are cleaning this temple day after day, what kind of Zen are you practicing? What kind of Buddha are you reciting? Watching the two thieves take this place as the back garden of their home, but they don't stop it. Isn't this taking your Shaolin Temple's rules as a deaf ear?"

"Amitabha Buddha. What poor monks cultivate is not Zen, but themselves; what they recite is not Buddha, but all the flavors of the world. This Tibetan Gold Pavilion is not guarded by poor monks, so what do thieves do with poor monks?"

"Okay. You can just say that you don't believe in Buddhism and only believe in yourself? I see, you look like a monk, but you are a layman at heart."

"Isn't it the same for the donor? You're joking, but you've never put anyone in your eyes."

In a scripture building, Xue Wusuan, with his hands behind his back, stood beside an old monk who was sweeping the floor, talking and laughing.

One month ago, Xue Wusuan came to Shaolin Temple on a whim. Instead of disturbing the group of monks, they directly sneaked into the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. Looking at the tens of thousands of books here, there is not much smile on his face. What's here now doesn't mean much to him. The collection and removal is just to benefit the gang members as the background of the Shennong Gang. Naturally there is another purpose here.

Looking for people. Looking for an old monk who has been hiding in Shaolin for an unknown number of years, with no past and no trace.

When I first saw him, the old monk was cleaning the flowerbed behind the Sutra Collection Pavilion. Seeing Xue Wusuan was not at all surprised. The whole person looked extremely calm, like a pool of stagnant water.

This monk is not simple. He was clearly in front of him, but his breath seemed to be vague, and there was an inexplicable sense of harmony with everything around him.

This is a unique temperament of the Innate Realm martial artist. The half-step congenital Tianshan child grandma also has it, but it is not as strong as this monk.

Xue Wusuan didn't leave. He found that the monk was very talkative and talked a lot. He was curious and stayed for one month.

The old monk was very different from everyone he had met before. The experience is bizarre.

The old monk himself said that he was not in the Shaolin Temple before the age of 30. At that time, he was a robber, a vicious robber, with cruel methods, just for money and ignoring right and wrong. It can be said that he did all the bad things.

When he was 30 years old, he stepped into the arena, but he was also abducted and deceived, and he had no good reputation.

When he was forty years old, he got into trouble, so he hid in Shaolin in desperation and became a sweeping monk. By chance, it was arranged to clean the Sutra Pavilion.

While cleaning, he steals his studies, thinking about the day he finishes his studies, he will return to the arena to take revenge. Twenty years later. All Shaolin martial arts are kept in mind. In another ten years, the fusion will reach its peak. Thirty years of fascinated by martial arts, this sweeping monk has forgotten all the troubles in the past, whether it is hatred or resentment, he can't remember. In another twenty years, all Shaolin martial arts were drilled, smashed, and crushed by him, and finally merged into one. At this point, he knew that he had stepped into a new realm. It was not until he met Xue Wusuan twenty years later that he knew that this realm was called "Xiantian".

Since ten years ago, every ten days, there will be people in black coming to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. One is tall and one is thin. The two sometimes sneak in separately, and sometimes they meet again. As long as they meet, it will be a good fight, but no one can do anything. And the old monk just stood in the dark, looking at all this, it was ten years at a glance.

After Xue Wusuan came, there were only two people watching the play in the dark.

"Old monk, you put a Buddhist scripture next to the martial arts secret book for them every time. Do you think they will read it? If you read it, you will be able to resolve the hostility in martial arts? Don't you think this idea is funny?"

"I don't think so. The poor monk relied on Buddhist scriptures to transform his ill-will. Otherwise, I don't know how many murders he would make now."

"Shit! Qi comes from the heart, and if there is evil in your heart, it's useless to read too many Buddhist scriptures. As for you, do you really think your hostility is gone? You're just obsessed with martial arts, and you're hiding in a place outside this place, so there's less hostility. I just lurked secretly because of external stimulation. It has nothing to do with your Buddhism!"

"The donor's words are bad. The usefulness of Buddhism lies in..."

"Okay! Don't tell me this again! If I say one more word, I will burn this temple down!"

The old monk is not afraid of being beaten, not afraid of life and death talismans, not even afraid of being abolished in martial arts, really not afraid. Only this Shaolin Temple was regarded as "home" by him, and he was reluctant to be burned by Xue Wusuan.

The old monk smiled and said nothing.

"Dong dong dong!"

A bell tolled, rang the morning class of the day. Thousands of monks came out of their houses with pious expressions, folded their hands and lined up to go to the Mahavira Hall to start a day of practice.

Xue Wusuan also followed the sweeping monk to attend the morning class every day this month. But he was listening on the roof, and he was listening while drinking.

After listening to it in January, although I can't talk about feelings, I still understand a lot of some Buddhist views. Overall, it's still relatively positive. But Xue Wusuan did not agree. To renounce love and desire is contrary to the laws of nature. It is neither Tao nor natural. If he practiced in this way, Xue Wusuan could not understand how those legendary "Buddhas" transcended things.

Life is still unknown, so how can we save all sentient beings?

On this day, the bells in the temple kept ringing, and it was not the time for the class to start. I asked the old monk why. It is said that the bell will only ring when there are distinguished guests in the temple to show the grandeur.

Out of curiosity, Xue Wusuan slipped to the roof of the main hall~www.wuxiaspot.com~ opened a tile, and at first glance, it was understood that the so-called honored guest was actually the Tubo national master Kumo Zhilai, known as the Great King of the Great Wheel. .

Speaking of this Fanbang monk Xue Wu, we have met several times. The first time was at Tianlong Temple and the second time was at Leigu Mountain. He is a very scheming monk. And he's a martial artist. The only downside is that it's a bit more greedy.

Besides Kumozhi, Xue Wusuan also saw an acquaintance, the little monk Xuzhu. Thinking in his heart, Xu Zhu at this time should have ended his chance to change his fate. Looking closely, Xu Zhu has a jade wrench on his thumb, which is the token of the head of the Xiaoyao Sect. When Xue Wusuan was in Leigu Mountain that day, he saw Wuyazi give it to Xuzhu with his own eyes. If he didn't win it, it means that the little monk should have accepted his identity. But I don't know why I want to return to Shaolin. Is it because he still cares about his Buddha?

In the hall below, Kumozhi was arrogantly posing. Using Xiaowuxianggong to stimulate the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, the Shaolin monk was stunned for a moment. He really thought that his martial arts had been trained to the best by others, but he couldn't get the point, and everyone looked ashamed.

I don't know what Kumozhi thought, but he insisted that the stunt of Shaolin Temple came from outside the region and originated in Tubo. After seeing his pseudo seventy-two stunts overwhelm a group of Shaolin monks, he even threatened to change the name of these martial arts and remove the word "jue". This is not just a slap in the face, but to ruin Shaolin's reputation.

Xue Wusuan pouted. If it were him, where would there be room for Kumozhi to be complacent? More than a thousand monks have long since swarmed up and tore Kumozhi. Dare to slap in the face? I don't know where the courage came from.

But things are so bizarre. The abbot of Shaolin Temple, the monk Xuanci, was really ready to confess.

ps: The third update is here.


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