The strongest in the heavens, the king of fishing

Their master, Xiaoyaozi, was the Invincible Grandmaster before, and they understood the horror of the Invincible Grandmaster even better.

Of course, with Ye Donghuang around, they are not afraid!

After all, Ye Donghuang was not weaker than their master Xiaoyaozi in the Grandmaster realm, let alone after being promoted to the Supreme Grandmaster now!

"Amitabha!"

The sweeping monk lightly dispelled the palm strength of the three, and suppressed everyone at once, including Xiao Yuanshan, who didn't make a move immediately, his eyes were serious, "Who are you?"

"The poor monk is nothing more than an old monk who swept away the scripture pavilion!"

The floor-sweeping monk spoke lightly, using the current words to pretend.

"Why haven't I seen you in the 30 years in the Cangjing Pavilion?" Xiao Yuanshan wondered in surprise.

"Lady Xiao is engrossed in the classics of martial arts, and has no other distractions, so naturally he can't see the old monk!"

Monk Sao Di looked like an unpretentious old monk, and continued: "I remember the first time a layman came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to secretly read a finger book of Wuxiang Jie. Since then, the layman has entered the way of the devil!"

"If I don't hide my aura and hide in a place where others can't see, how can others not see it!"

Zhao Shirong curled his lips, and sneered even more at what the sweeping monk said, "If you have no distractions, you can't see them".

If it happened once or twice, it could be called a coincidence, but in 30 years, it has never happened once, which is simply ridiculous. If she didn't deliberately avoid it, she wouldn't believe it.

All the martial arts people around nodded secretly, feeling that the old monk was dishonest, and knew how to brag and fool others.

However, frightened by the terrifying strength of the old monk, no one dared to speak out like Zhao Shirong.

"How do you know so well?"

Xiao Yuanshan was even more horrified when he heard the words, he felt that the sweeping monk must have been secretly watching him at that time, otherwise he would not have known so clearly.

But he didn't know anything for 30 years. Thinking of this, a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back, and he felt that the sweeping monk was unpredictable.

"What a pity! What a pity!"

The sweeping monk sighed, as if he didn't hear Zhao Shirong and Xiao Yuanshan's words, he said to himself: "The second time Layman Xiao came to secretly read a book called Prajna Palm Technique. At that time, the old monk sighed secretly. Where laymen usually take their books, there is a Lotus Sutra and a Miscellaneous Agama Sutra, hoping that they can be borrowed and enlightened.”

"Unexpectedly, the layman is obsessed with martial arts, but ignores the authentic Buddhism. He left these two scriptures aside, found a magic wand method, and went happily!"

"Ah, addicted to the sea of ​​suffering, I don't know when I will be able to extricate myself!"

The sweeping monk sighed, Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo and all the warriors around were terrified.

Even Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo are like this, if it were them, they would shudder to think about it.

"Layman Murong is a member of the Xianbei tribe, but he has lived in the south of the Yangtze River for several generations. The old monk first expected that the layman must have been exposed to the literary grace of the Southern Dynasties!".

"Unexpectedly, when the layman came to the Sutra Pavilion, he discarded my patriarch's whispered French and the quotations and experience of the eminent monks in the past, and picked up a copy of 'Nianhua Fingering', but it was like a treasure!"

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Chapter 26 Ye Donghuang Slaps His Face

"In the past, when people bought bamboo baskets to return pearls, they made a fool of themselves. The two lay monks are high-ranking people in the world, but they also did this foolish act. Alas, it is harmful to oneself and not beneficial to others!"

"Layman Murong's heart is more greedy than Layman Xiao's. What Layman Xiao has learned is only the existing martial arts of the Shaolin School, but Layman Murong has included all 72 special skills of this temple, and recorded copies of them all. Only then did I go back to the Sutra Pavilion and return the original book.”

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Murong Bo felt uneasy, thinking of the old monk staring at him every time he went to the Tibetan scripture pavilion, he felt like he was on the sidelines, but every time he checked around, he didn't find anyone.

"Brother Ye, what exactly does this sweeping monk want to do?"

Zhao Shirong was puzzled, if he wanted to deal with Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan, there was no need to say such nonsense.

"You'll know just by looking at it!"

Ye Donghuang cheated, and smiled mysteriously, causing Zhao Shirong to give him a blank look, but he was thinking about the intention of the sweeping monk in his heart.

"The martial arts in this temple are like Shaolin's 72 stunts. Each of them can hurt people's vital points and kill people. They are fierce and fierce. They must be resolved with the corresponding compassionate Buddhism. Only the higher the Dharma, the stronger the compassion. The higher your martial arts ability is!"

"Lady Xiao, have you felt a dull pain in the two acupoints 'Liangmen' and 'Taiyi' on your lower abdomen recently?"

Xiao Yuanshan shuddered all over, and said in horror: "The divine monk clearly sees it, it's exactly like this!"

"Your numbness on the 'Guanyuan point', how about it recently?" asked the sweeping monk.

"This numb spot was only the size of a little finger ten years ago, but now... it's almost as big as the mouth of a teacup!" Xiao Yuanshan was even more surprised, trembling.

Unexpectedly, these pains of his were actually caused by practicing Shaolin's unique skills, and the martial artists around were even more surprised. Unexpectedly, Shaolin martial arts can only be practiced after practicing Buddhism, otherwise it will only hurt others and oneself, and the heart is shocked.

"Since the divine monk knows the root cause of my father's illness, he still prays for mercy and rescue." Xiao Feng heard the words, immediately took two steps forward, knelt down on both knees, bowed down to the sweeping monk, and begged.

"Xiao Feng really values ​​love and righteousness!"

Ye Donghuang sighed in his heart, Xiao Feng was able to kneel down without hesitation in order to save Xiao Yuanshan, which shows his filial piety.

He actually admired Xiao Feng very much, but Xiao Feng and him were not the same.

No matter how much kindness he has towards Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng may turn against him in the end.

Because he will eventually overthrow the Song Dynasty, sweep Liao, Jin, Tubo, Xixia and other countries, and rule the world!

And these are all that Xiao Feng does not want.

In the original book, Yelu Hongji was also very kind to Xiao Feng, and he named Xiao Feng the king of the South Courtyard, but Xiao Feng finally attacked Yelu Hongji and threatened the latter to retreat!

Ye Donghuang believed that replacing Yelu Hongji with him might not change Xiao Feng's decision.

"If that's the case, don't blame me!"

Ye Donghuang decided to act first and make some preparations. After all, Xiao Feng is a fateful pig with extraordinary luck. If he doesn't do anything now, he might cause trouble for him in the future.

"Almsgiver, please rise up. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. How can a poor monk refuse to save him?"

"Thank you divine monk!" Xiao Feng was overjoyed, and thanked him again and again.

"Old monk, who told you that you must be proficient in Buddhism to practice Buddhist martial arts?"

Ye Donghuang's flat and disdainful voice sounded like thunder, shocking everyone.

They had seen the terror of the sweeping monk just now, but they didn't expect that Ye Donghuang would dare to jump out to provoke him.

I don't know whether it is ignorance or real ability?

"Brother Ye!"