Time and Space Tavern

Chapter 204 Shaolin Temple (500 Monthly Pass Plus Changes)

While Shen Jialuo was studying the "Sunflower Book", Su Mo had successfully passed the entrance test of Shaolin Temple and became a lay disciple.

In addition to the routine basic practice such as zama step, carrying water and other things every day, he spends most of his time with an old monk.

The old monk was very old, with a thin long beard and white beard, his face was covered with wrinkles, and his body was thin, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind.

Su Mo asked many people, but no one could explain his origin clearly. He only knew that this old monk was already in Shaolin Temple when everyone came.

The old monk has no name or dharma title. He always holds a dilapidated broom and starts to clean Shaolin Temple every day when the bell strikes, including the inner courtyard, Buddhist hall and scripture storage pavilion.

His sense of existence is extremely low. Without Su Mo's inquiry, many people have even forgotten his existence.

Su Mo always followed the old monk, and sometimes talked to him when he was free.

He talked about the things he experienced when he was a child, such as the neighbor's child fell into the cesspit, went swimming with his friends on the dam and was caught by the adults and whipped with a belt...

The old monk never paid any attention to him, just like a dumb man, or a clock that is wound up, doing his own thing in his own way.

"He's too old to understand you at all."

"If you have this kind of free time, why don't you go back on horseback or carry two buckets of water?"

"You're crazy too..."

"I didn't expect a fool to come in with us."

……

The attitude of the lay disciples around him gradually changed, and in just three days, they began to alienate him.

Su Mo didn't care at all, he believed in his own judgment.

He remembered clearly that he was on a mission that year. In order to ambush a group of drug dealers, he lay on the roof of the building for two full days without getting any water. It was still summer at that time. By the time the mission was completed, his chest was already covered by the hot concrete floor. It was bloody and bloody, and his back was even more of a mess.

In any case, he had plenty of patience.

Seven days later.

The old monk was sweeping the ground in the courtyard outside the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

His speed was very light and slow, starting from under the eaves, he swept everything clean.

Su Mo had just returned from fetching water. He was wearing a gray short shirt, holding another broom, and started cleaning from the other side.

In the past two days, he has found a pattern. As long as he cleans certain places, the old monk will not clean them.

On the contrary, if he swept it but it was not clean, the old monk would sweep it again, as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Su Mo was a little confused at first, but gradually he got used to it, and every time he cleaned the place, he had to make sure it was spotless.

About an hour later, the old monk stopped, put down the broom, and sat cross-legged under a big locust tree, silently dazed.

It looks like a daze!
His eyes stared into the distance without focus, as if he was wandering away.

Su Mo sat cross-legged next to him, calming himself down without saying a word, his consciousness sank into emptiness.

This state made him feel inexplicably enjoyable, as if many worries would be expelled from his consciousness, and his whole person became ecstatic.

Some monks and lay disciples passing by all pointed and looked at the two, then walked away quickly.

Daylight gradually recedes.

A burst of noise suddenly came from outside, and soon swept here like a wave.

Su Mo and the old monk opened their eyes one after another.

A red figure flew across the air, coming directly through the high courtyard wall.

The man was in the air like a soaring bird, and every time his toes tapped on the branches, walls or roofs, he could fly more than ten meters.

Su Mo's eyes straightened: This is the real martial arts master!

When he first came to this world, Su Mo looked at those seniors who had practiced for a year or two to smash a green brick with one punch and cross the courtyard wall in three steps, and he thought it was amazing.

After all, only the best soldier king he had ever seen could do this.

Now, after seeing the "flying man" in the air, he just knows what a real master is.

Even Song Chao from back then was like a cloud and mud compared to this person.

"Who is he and how can he be so powerful?" Su Mo was deeply shocked.

When he saw that the direction of the person was this way, he couldn't help showing a little panic in his heart.

When Su Mo turned his head slightly and looked at the old monk with his eyelids lowered, who looked like it had nothing to do with him, Su Mo felt a little calmer.

It didn't take long for Su Mo to see clearly the face of the man in red. It was a woman smeared with rouge, but it felt a little weird to him.

She came from the sky like a big bird, and landed firmly on the ground in front of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

When Su Mo was guessing the identity of this woman, he suddenly heard a heavy voice from above: "Dongfang Bubai, why did you break into my Shaolin?"

Su Mo was taken aback, and then looked at the woman in red with a little horror: "She is actually Dongfang Bubai!"

Immediately, he felt the sound of hunting coming from above his head, and they were three great monks wearing cassocks.

"Master Fangzheng... I thought you were dead." Dongfang Bubai held up his orchid finger and looked at the bald monk in the middle with a smile.

The square face showed no joy or sadness.

"I heard that Shaolin Temple has 72 unique skills, and there are also two great martial arts "Yi Jin Jing" and "Xi Sui Jing".

"Eastern Invincible, you are wishful thinking!" said a monk beside Fangzheng.

Su Mo looked sideways and saw a group of bronze-skinned monks coming from afar with sticks.

He already recognized that those were the 72 head disciples of Arhat Hall.

There was a chilling atmosphere in the entire Shaolin Temple, and countless monks gathered outside the Scripture-Depository Pavilion.

Dongfang Bubai was heavily surrounded, but the expression on her face was very determined.

The old monk remained unmoved, his eyes were cloudy, and there was a hint of compassion.

Su Mo's heart relaxed slightly.

As for Dongfang Bubai who was confronting everyone, it seemed that his patience had been exhausted and he finally made a move.

She moved swiftly like a ghost, and Su Mo could only see a red shadow floating around in the crowd, with a ray of silver in it.

After all, Shaolin Temple has an extraordinary background, and a group of monks finally held back Dongfang Bubai with the crowd tactics.

Seeing a steady stream of monks rushing in from outside to replace some injured monks, Dongfang Bubai's mouth showed a hint of sarcasm.

Master Fangzheng, who was confronting her head-on, had a trace of worry on his face, instinctively telling him that something bad would happen.

Under his gaze, Dongfang Bubai suddenly flew back, like a dexterous kite, and in an instant reached the top of a big tree in the center of the courtyard, took out a bottle of red liquid in a glass bottle from his bosom, and coldly Glancing coldly at the bald monk below, he poured it into his mouth.

(End of this chapter)