National Cave: I created the supreme fairyland

Chapter 310: The Sweeping Monk Who Failed to Pretend

Xiao Feng and his son quickly clasped their fists at Fang Yu who came to them and said, "Thank you, Mr. Fang!"

Xiao Feng and his son were very moved.

From the fact that Fang Yu was hiding in the dark, they felt that Fang Yu must be worried about the father and son and deliberately guarded them secretly.

They silently kept Fang Yu's feelings in their hearts.

They knew very well that if Fang Yu hadn't appeared in time.

I'm afraid that their father and son have fallen into the trap of this mysterious old monk.

Fang Yu waved his hand: "It's just a little effort!"

After speaking, Fang Yu secretly looked at the old monk in gray in front of him.

The old monk wore a shabby gray monk's robe and a tattered monk's hat on his head.

His complexion was sallow, his eyes were cloudy, his figure was thin and stooped, and his few sparse long beards were all white.

With a dusty appearance, if you just look at him on the surface, he is an ordinary old man who is about to die, with half of his foot already on the coffin board.

But it's not.

Fang Yu knew that the old monk in gray had a terrifying cultivation level.

The peak of the Dan Formation Realm.

Moreover, he could clearly feel that the old monk's cultivation was far beyond the peak of the Dan Formation Realm, and he seemed to be able to step into the Infant Transformation Realm at any time.

When Fang Yu looked at the old monk in gray.

The old monk in gray clothes was also sizing up Fang Yu secretly.

Suddenly discovering something, the gray old monk's pupils suddenly shrank, his eyes flashed, but he returned to normal in an instant.

The old monk in gray clothes looked at Fang Yu, clasped his palms together, and whispered the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, little layman Fang has a good trick!"

Fang Yu calmly looked at the old monk in gray and said calmly: "It's just a small trick, but it can't compare to the master's Buddha's voice!"

Fang Yu remembered that in the original work, the sweeping monk beat Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo until they died.

Then through [Yin and Yang Mutual Aid], they can resolve each other's internal injuries and bring them back to life.

After Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo experienced "life and death", they suddenly had a great enlightenment, put aside their past grievances, worshiped him as their teacher, converted to Buddhism, and returned to the right path.

But after what happened just now, Fang Yu didn't think so.

In his opinion, the sweeping monk must have used the power of salvation to forcefully convert Xiao Yuanshan and the two of them.

Otherwise, how could Xiao Yuanshan just let go of the murder of his wife that he had hated for thirty years?

Although Fang Yu's voice was calm, his words were full of ridicule.

The old monk in gray clothes naturally heard the ridicule in Fang Yu's words.

But his expression remained as usual, his eyes remained unchanged, and there was no change in his gaze.

That weathered old face was full of compassion, like a truly enlightened monk.

Xiao Yuanshan looked at the old monk in gray with lightning eyes, and asked in a cold voice: "Who are you?"

Xiao Feng and his son looked at this mysterious old monk in gray with wary expressions.

This mysterious old monk in gray is really terrifying.

They didn't even notice when the old monk in gray clothes approached.

Just by uttering a Buddhist sound, all the hostility in their bodies disappeared, their bodies were out of control, and their hearts couldn't help but want to surrender.

They speculated that this mysterious old monk in gray must be the sweeping monk that Fang Yu mentioned to them before.

At the same time, they felt a little lucky.

Fortunately, they listened to Fang Yu and did not rush to Shaolin to seek revenge. Instead, they chose to lure Murong Bo out.

The old monk in gray clothes looked at Xiao Yuanshan and said calmly: "The old monk is just an ordinary sweeping old monk in the library of Shaolin Temple!"

Fang Yu curled his lips when he heard this.

A powerful person at the peak of the Dan Formation Realm, or just mediocre?

Are you afraid that you have some misunderstanding about the four words "mundane"?

Shaolin asked a master at the peak of the Dan Formation Realm to sweep away the enemy. Have they become so arrogant?
Having read the original work, he knew that the sweeping monk could act cool.

When I saw him today, he certainly lived up to his reputation.

He was thinking about the true identity of the sweeping monk.

Although I am not sure about the true identity of the sweeping monk.

But he was sure that the sweeping monk was definitely not a good person.

Because if the sweeping monk is a good person, he is obviously hiding in the dark, and what Xiao Yuanshan does will naturally not be hidden from his perception.

If he was a good person and Xiao Yuanshan stole Xuanci's son and placed it in Shaolin, why didn't he show up to stop it?
If he is a good person, in the original work, Xiao Yuanshan killed his son Xiao Feng and his mentor Xuan Ku in Shaolin, why didn't he stop him?
He had a vague feeling that the sweeping monk wanted to turn the Song Dynasty upside down through Xiao Yuanshan and his son.

At this moment, the voice of the sweeping monk continued to sound: "In the past, when old layman Xiao came to the Shaolin Scripture Library to borrow scriptures, the old monk knew about it."

Xiao Yuanshan was surprised: "How many years have you been in the Sutra Pavilion?"

The sweeping monk counted on his fingers. After a while, he shook his head, with an apologetic look on his face, and said, "I...I can't remember clearly. I don't know whether it was forty-two or forty-three years."

"When Mr. Xiao first came to borrow scriptures, I... I had been here for more than ten years."

"Later...Later, old layman Murong also came."

Speaking of this, the sweeping monk sighed softly: "Oh, I come here and there, turning the scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion into a mess. I don't know why?"

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong, who had just woken up, were very shocked.

The two of them were very careful every time they went to borrow scriptures. How could the old monk know?

Xiao Yuanshan asked coldly: "You said that you have stayed in Shaolin Hidden Gold Pavilion for more than forty years, why have I never seen you?"

The sweeping monk said quietly: "The layman is fully focused on the secret book of cultivation, and his mind is not distracted. Naturally, he cannot see the old monk."

"The old monk still remembers that the layman came to the pavilion to borrow a book on the first night, right?"

"Alas! The layman doesn't know that you have entered the devil's path since that night. What a pity, what a pity!"

When Xiao Yuanshan heard this, his pupils suddenly shrank.

On the first night, he sneaked into the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion and indeed found a copy of "Wuxian Jie Fingerprint".

He knew that it was one of the seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin School, and he was overjoyed at that time. No one else knew about it except himself.

Now that he heard what the old monk said, he was very sure that what the sweeping monk said was true.

The sweeping monk ignored Xiao Yuanshan's shock and continued: "The second time the layman came to borrow the pavilion, it was a copy of "Prajna Palm Technique"." "At that time, the old monk secretly regretted it. I knew that the layman had become possessed by the devil. He was hiding deeper and deeper, and he couldn't bear it."

"So I put a Lotus Sutra and a Zagama Sutra in the place where lay people usually collect books. I just hope that lay people can borrow them to study and understand."

"Unexpectedly, the layman was obsessed with the secret books of cultivation and could not extricate himself. He ignored the authentic Buddhist teachings. He put the two scriptures aside, found a book "The Magic Wand Method", and finally left happily and encouraged."

Speaking of this, the sweeping monk sighed softly: "Oh, the layman is addicted to the sea of ​​suffering. I don't know when he can turn back?"

Hearing the sweeping monk's words, Fang Yu did not refute this time.

Fang Yu also dabbled in Buddhist practice secrets.

Moreover, the Daxia Dynasty also had Shaolin's "Seventy-Two Special Skills".

Each of the seventy-two stunts can injure people's vitals and take their lives. They are so sharp and cruel that they can harm the world.

Therefore, if you want to master every unique Shaolin skill, you must use the corresponding Buddhist method to resolve it.

Otherwise, there is a risk of going too far.

The higher the level of cultivation of Buddhists, the higher their understanding of Zen principles, and they will naturally encounter obstacles.

This obstacle is called "Wu Yue Obstacle" in Shaolin.

In fact, the so-called "martial arts barriers" are what people often call "bottlenecks."

Fang Yu knew that the real Dharma was to transcend the world, but the seventy-two stunts were to kill. The two ran counter to each other and restrained each other.

Therefore, the requirements for practicing Buddhist cultivation secrets are very strict.

The higher the Dharma, the stronger the thoughts of compassion, and the more Buddhist skills can be practiced.

He had already seen the hidden dangers in Xiao Yuanshan.

The sweeping monk did not fool Xiao Yuanshan.

He watched in silence, wanting to see what medicine the sweeping monk was selling in his gourd.

Xiao Yuanshan heard the sweeping monk speak highly of his actions during the past thirty years in the Sutra Pavilion.

My heart gradually turned from fright to fear, from fear to terror.

In fact, cold sweat broke out on his back, and his heart almost stopped beating.

He couldn't help but feel a little lucky.

If the sweeping monk had taken action against him over the years, I'm afraid he would have fallen.

At the same time, he was secretly guessing the purpose of the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk slowly turned his head and looked at Murong Bo beside him.

Murong Bo saw that the sweeper's eyes were dull, as if he was blind.

But he felt that the secret hidden in his heart was seen through by the sweeping monk.

He vaguely felt that everything he did was clearly seen through by him, and he couldn't help but feel very uncomfortable.

At this moment, the sweeping monk suddenly sighed and said quietly: "Murong layman is actually a descendant of Xianbei!"

"Layers have been living in the south of the Yangtze River for several generations. The old monk originally thought that the laymen had been exposed to the literary talent of the Southern Dynasties."

"Who would have thought that when lay people came to the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion, they discarded all my Shaolin Patriarch's subtle French teachings and the sayings and sayings of eminent monks from past dynasties as if they were trash. However, when he picked up a copy of "Nianhua Fingering Technique", he found it as if he had found a treasure."

Speaking of this, the sweeping monk glanced at Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, and said with emotion: "In the past, people bought coffins and returned pearls, which made them laugh for thousands of years."

"The two laymen are great men of the world, but they also committed this foolish act."

"Oh, it is harmful to both myself and others."

Murong Bo was extremely shocked. When he entered the Sutra Pavilion for the first time, the first cultivation secret book he saw was indeed "The Flower Nian Finger Technique".

But he remembered that he clearly used his mental power to check the surroundings and was very sure that there was no one else in the Sutra Pavilion.

Why does this old monk seem to have witnessed it with his own eyes?
He was sure that this old monk's cultivation level must be higher than his.

Otherwise, how could he not detect him!
The sweeping monk's voice continued: "Murong's heart is more greedy than that of Xiao."

"What Practitioner Xiao practiced was how to restrain the existing skills of the Shaolin Sect. But Practitioner Murong included all the "Seventy-two Special Skills" of the temple one by one, and made a copy of it carefully, and then returned to the Sutra Collection Pavilion. , return the original book.”

"I think the layman has tried his best over the years to master these seventy-two unique skills."

Having said this, the sweeping monk shook his head and said, "Laity Master, you are just like Master Xiao. You are deeply possessed by the devil but don't know it."

Having said this, he glanced at Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo and said softly: "Two laymen, your internal injuries can only be treated through the method of 'mutual aid of yin and yang'. Are you willing to put aside your grudges and heal each other?" "

Without waiting for Xiao Yuanshan to answer, Xiao Feng responded quickly: "Old monk, the hatred of killing your wife and mother is irreconcilable, and my father is not willing!"

The sweeping monk put his palms together and whispered the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the old monk has always thought that Master Xiao was a young hero with love and righteousness, but when he saw him today, he was a little disappointed!"

"Little layman Xiao, are you willing to disregard your father's life and death just for revenge?"

"And you, father and son, have already driven Master Xiao's son crazy, which can be regarded as revenge. Isn't this enough?"

Xiao Feng sneered: "Old monk, please stop pretending to be benevolent and righteous here. If it weren't for Mr. Fang Yu just now, I am afraid that my father and son would have been forcibly converted by you!"

"I will naturally treat my father's internal injuries!"

"Didn't you just swore that my father's injuries could only be healed by working with old thief Murong through a combination of yin and yang?"

"Now please open your eyes and see how I treated my father!"

Xiao Feng is not a fool.

He vaguely felt that the sweeping monk stopped taking action because he was afraid of Fang Yu.

Although the sweeping monk's cultivation is unfathomable and his words are high-sounding, he appears to be an accomplished monk on the surface.

But as soon as the sweeping monk showed up just now, he forcibly used the Buddha's voice to convert the father and son.

Therefore, Xiao Feng had no good impression of the sweeping monk in his heart.

After saying that, Xiao Feng turned his right hand, and a crystal clear glass bottle appeared in his right hand.

"Dad, this is the holy medicine for healing. You take this medicine first to heal your injuries, and I will protect you!"

Sweeping Monk: "..."

Looking at the beautiful three-color liquid in the glass bottle, the sweeping monk's pupils suddenly shrank, and a trace of greed flashed deep in his eyes.

He glanced vaguely at Fang Yu, who was silent, and returned to normal in an instant.

Seeing that the sweeping monk failed to show off and was raped instead, Fang Yu said:
"Old monk, don't you recognize these three-color liquids?!"

"I will help you with some popular science. This is the [Three Light Divine Water]. It can turn flesh and bones into white and reverse life and death. It's just a mere internal injury. It can be healed with a snap of your fingers!"

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(End of this chapter)