Time and Space Tavern

Chapter 222
The sweeping monk's presence in Shaolin Temple is extremely low, so even if someone guesses his identity, they dare not confirm it for a while.

"It shouldn't be so. Although this person looks weak, but his internal strength is profound and light, and he is by no means an unknown person." A monk said in a low voice.

Master Zhikong stared at the sweeping monk closely, his eyes flickering, hesitating in his heart.

He is not aware of some recent events in Shaolin Temple, so he is also very puzzled about the identity of the sweeping monk.

"Could it be a monk from another temple? But that gray monk robe is clearly the clothing of my Shaolin monks... Besides, why does he look familiar?" Master Zhikong thought to himself.

Facing all the gazes, the sweeping monk looked calm and said, "The Buddha said: All living beings are equal, and benefactors don't have to fight..."

His words caused many people to show disdain.

The principles of Buddhism do not make sense in martial arts, not to mention others, even the Shaolin Temple, which is known as the authentic Buddhist school, is actually doing things to repay grievances.

"Master, what do you mean by that?" Miejue Shitai stepped forward, stared at the sweeping monk, and said in a bad tone.

She is only 50 to [-] years old, and has a very beautiful appearance, but a pair of slanted and drooping eyebrows ruined this beauty, and instead gave people a rigid and mean feeling.

Miejue Shitai was naturally dissatisfied with the behavior of the sweeping monk.

Because she could see clearly that Zhou Zhiruo could immediately stab or even kill the leader of the Ming Cult in front of her, but she was blocked by the old monk.

The floor-sweeping monk looked at Miejue Shitai with a compassionate expression on his face, "The poor monk has no intention of intervening in the disputes between the rivers and lakes, but he just doesn't want to let the benefactors bleed for nothing."

His intentions are contradictory, but the intention expressed is obvious, that is: Buddha is here to stop you from fighting!
This not only made the masters of the six major sects show their indignation, but also the followers of the Ming Cult clamored for him not to meddle in his own business.

Miejueshi was too hot-tempered, and had long been dissatisfied with the old monk, so he shouted "You demon monk who protects the demon sect" and drew his sword to stab him.

In her hand is the unparalleled Yitian sword!
Miejue Shitai is not weak in martial arts, and his fierce swordsmanship has killed many Mingjiao followers.

Seeing that she had a disagreement with her, she struck out with swords, and the others hurriedly looked at her with bated breath.

Everyone was very curious about the strength of this old monk with profound inner strength and superb lightness skills.

In an instant, Miejue Shitai's sword was in front of the sweeping monk, and went straight to his throat.

The fierce sword force made the Emei disciples straighten their chests proudly.

"The old monk still doesn't give in, it seems that he is looking for death!" Ding Minjun's eyes flickered.

"Is Master really going to kill him?" Zhou Zhiruo was a little worried.

Zhang Wuji was even more hesitant, not knowing whether to make a move or not.

Seeing that the tip of the sword was only a few inches away from the sweeping monk, the sweeping monk made a lightning strike and flicked the blade lightly.

Ding!
A crisp sound came, but Miejue Shitai's body was shaken, and his body flew upside down.

"Master!" Zhou Zhiruo panicked and rushed over.

"That's my Shaolin special skill Wuxiangjiezhi?" Master Zhikong said in shock, "The Wuxiangjiezhi has such power!"

He is very clear that Juejueshi is too powerful, and he is not sure of victory...

As for Miejue Shitai after landing, she got up quickly, with a sullen face on her face, and shouted: "Emei disciple listen to the order, kill this demon monk who protects the Demon Sect!"

Zhou Zhiruo looked hesitant. After seeing Master Miejie's expression, she had no choice but to raise her sword and stab the sweeping monk.

Everyone acted one after another, making everyone in the other sects sweat for the sweeping monk.

Master Zhikong believes that the sweeping monk is from Shaolin, and he intends to intervene, but he feels that by doing so, he is on the opposite side of other sects. What's more, he is also curious about the real strength of the sweeping monk.

Facing the menacing Emei disciples approaching, and the imposing Miejue Shitai who took the lead, the sweeping monk's expression remained calm.

He stretched out his hand, pushed it out with a palm, and saw a wave of air generated, which made Miejue Shitai's body suddenly stagnate, making it difficult to move an inch.

The air waves formed faintly, forming a three-foot air wall visible to the naked eye!

This scene shocked everyone.

Being able to release internal force to form an air wall is something that no one has ever heard of before.

"His internal force must have reached an unbelievably deep level, and his control over the internal force has also reached the point of perfection!" Master Zhikong thought to himself, with an indescribable shock on his face.

"If he is really a member of my Shaolin, Shaolin Temple will be safe for a hundred years!" Master Kongwen turned his head and saw the same expressions on several other juniors.

Zhang Wuji behind the sweeping monk also had a shocked face.

He thought that he would be invincible in the world after completing such peerless martial arts as "Nine Suns Divine Art" and "The Great Shift of the Universe", but he never expected such a powerful and terrifying existence.

Zhang Wuji's eyes flickered, and he suddenly shouted: "Don't hurt Zhiruo!"

He clenched his right hand into a fist and punched the floor sweeping monk directly in the back.

For this punch, he used the "Seven Injuries Fist" which hurt the enemy one thousand and eight hundred.

"Despicable and shameless! You are truly worthy of being the leader of the Demon Cult!"

"Amitabha, my mother in Japan! How dare you hurt me from Shaolin!"

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Seeing this, the monks of Shaolin Temple cursed one by one regardless of their image.

Master Zhikong and his juniors even rolled up their sleeves and planned to make a move.

They have already identified the sweeping monk as an eminent Shaolin monk. If Zhang Wuji attacked him to death, it would definitely be a huge loss.

But just when Zhang Wuji's fist was about to touch the floor-sweeping monk, an invisible air wall shot out out of thin air, directly blocking his fist, making him unable to advance even a little bit!
"Amitabha!" The sweeping monk suddenly chanted the Buddha's name.

I didn't see any movement from him, the air wall disappeared suddenly, and whether it was Zhang Wuji who was attacking from behind, or everyone from the Emei faction who was fighting head-on, they all vomited blood and fell to the ground.

The scene was suddenly quiet!
Everyone in the six factions knew very well that Zhang Wuji's strength had surpassed all of them, and Miejue Shitai was a top expert.

The two teamed up, and when Zhang Wuji was still sneak attacking, he was beaten until he vomited blood without even touching the corner of the opponent's clothes...

"He is the No. 1 in the world!" Everyone thought this way, and complex expressions appeared in each eye.

"I remembered, he is the sweeping monk in our Shaolin!" A young monk suddenly shouted from the Shaolin side, "There is a small hole in the shoulder of his monk's robe. I even told Brother Chen about him. Why don’t you close that little hole.”

His voice was not loud, but in this silent environment, it was like knocking a wooden fish in an empty Buddhist hall, falling into the ears of everyone present.

The corner of the floor sweeping monk's mouth twitched imperceptibly.

(End of this chapter)