Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

Chapter 267 The Sweeping Monk Blocks the Door, Are You Afraid?
The sound of sweeping came from outside the library.

An old monk with white hair and beard was sweeping fallen leaves with a broken broom. The old monk swept the ground quietly, without making any other movements, and there was no aura of a powerful person.

Anyone who sees the old monk will mistake him for an ordinary monk. No one will think he knows martial arts, and no one will know that he is one of the "Two Buddhas".

There was a person standing behind the old monk.

Black and gold gown, crystal mask.

Jade Rakshasa, leader of the Western Regions Demonic Cult.

Jade Rakshasa watched quietly as the old monk swept the floor.

The old monk acted as if everything around him did not exist, except for the withered trees and fallen leaves, which were worth his attention.

"You really are quite patient!"

“Benefactor Jade Rakshasa, if you answer these three questions, I promise I will not interfere in this matter.”

"Speak everything you know, and speak everything you know."

Is Li Zhaoting your son?

"No, his father is Li Nanxing."

Is Li Zhaoting a demonic star of the demonic sect?

"No, Li Zhaoting is too righteous. Anyone who has seen his Purple Star Soft Sword knows that Li Zhaoting could never be a demon star and could not have been planted with the demon seed."

Why are you so interested in Li Zhaoting?

“Li Zhaoting’s master challenged me to a fight, implying that his disciple was stronger than mine. How could I tolerate such provocation? In the end, I lost my disciple.”

"You're always so funny."

"The atmosphere in the Demonic Cult is too dull. If I don't find some fun for myself, I might go crazy."

"This humble monk is very good at enlightening madmen."

"Forget it! You're the most annoying top expert in the world. You always act like you deserve a beating, but you don't make me want to hit you. The more I want to hit you, the less I want to hit you. It's more uncomfortable than being constipated for ten days."

Among the top masters beyond the Heavenly Gang Ranking, the most troublesome is the Sweeping Monk, who is proficient in the Marrow Cleansing Classic.

The Marrow Cleansing Classic is not a method for refining the body or cultivating qi, but rather a method for refining the spirit and mind, making the yang spirit pure and flawless, capable of stopping fighting and causing the enemy to voluntarily disperse their fighting spirit.

The sweeping monk liked to explain Buddhist principles to others.

Jade Rakshasa dislikes nagging very much.

Every time Jade Rakshasa encountered the Sweeping Monk and heard him rambling on about Buddhism, she wanted to beat him up. But as soon as she got within a zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) of him, she would lose her will to fight. This awkward feeling was even more unbearable than constipation.

Jade Rakshasa really wanted to fight the Sweeper Monk.

Unfortunately, the sweeping monk didn't give him any chance.

The Sweeping Monk never takes the initiative to make a move; he simply uses the Marrow Cleansing Classic to extinguish the fighting spirit and resolve battle after battle.

If the Sweeper Monk has any desire to take action, even just a little bit of fighting spirit, lust, or evil thought, Jade Rakshasa can use that as a source to block the power of the Marrow Cleansing Sutra.

The Sweeping Monk is really infuriating.

Why make ethical jokes when you have nothing better to do?
If Li Zhaoting is Yu Luosha's son, after so many years of mutual influence, there's a 90% chance that Yu Luosha will have achieved enlightenment and be keeping company with the sweeping monk in the scripture pavilion.

"Want to play a game of handball?"

"This humble monk is not good at playing chess."

Who do you think will win?

"This question does not need an answer."

What's your opinion on the Azure Dragon Society?

"This humble monk is only responsible for sweeping the floor."

"Do me a favor. After we're done fighting, go and beat up Li Zhaoting. Let him know what's what, so he doesn't get too cocky and cause trouble sooner or later."

“You can take action yourself.”

"I hit him too hard, I'm afraid I'll kill him."

"In return, please ask the benefactor Jade Rakshasa to help this humble monk cleanse some filth. Amitabha, this humble monk is not suitable to guard the sect, and is easily led by the nose."

“The Taoist priest is an old Taoist, not a bald monk. You bald monk are the most hypocritical. You clearly love to disgust people and put them in a dilemma, but you insist on acting very upright, like a high-ranking monk. In reality, you are full of evil intentions!”

Jade Rakshasa coughed twice and turned to leave.

The sweeping monk's face was full of helplessness.

It's not that they can't defeat Yu Luosha, but that they can't afford to offend her. Yu Luosha's destructive power is too strong. If the two of them fight with all their might, Shaolin will be reduced to ruins.

Jade Rakshasa attacked without restraint.

When it moves, it is like an earth-shattering dragon, easily turning an area of ​​several miles into ruins, or smashing a mountain and overturning a vast desert of dozens of miles.

The only good news is that a few things have been confirmed.

First, Yu Luosha's son is not Li Zhaoting;

Second, Yu Luosha highly values ​​Li Zhaoting;
Third, Li Zhaoting is neither a demon star nor a furnace;
Fourth, Li Zhaoting is very attractive to women;
The last point is a very important conclusion.

It can save people a lot of unnecessary trouble.

The sweeping monk sighed and continued sweeping. He had originally wanted to save Murong Bo and convert him with Buddhist teachings, but he was blocked by Yu Luosha, which delayed him for a moment.

No matter how skilled the Sweeper Monk was, he couldn't possibly piece together a cloud of blood mist back into Murong Bo.

Who are the prodigies of this era?

Is it Li Zhaoting?
What secret is Li Zhaoting hiding?
The imperial court and the demonic cult both placed their bets!
Li Nanxing...Nanxing...Nandou...

……

"How many moves does the Ming King still have left?"

"one move."

"Let's settle this with one decisive move!"

Li Zhaoting formed hand seals, condensing his energy into a weapon. Behind him, a dazzling Buddhist light condensed into a weapon that was neither a knife nor a sword, and did not exist in the human world. Kumārajīva did not know what kind of weapon it was; he had never seen such a strange move before.

The primordial energy of heaven and earth twisted into a huge vortex, just like Sun Wukong stirring the sea with his golden cudgel. The clouds in the sky churned and surged, and a roar suddenly rose. The air was almost completely cleared away in an instant, and fierce energy swept outwards!

The sky is vast and blue, the earth is boundless and desolate, and the mournful wind howls!

The sword energy transformed into billions of rays of light.

Tathagata's Divine Light - Heavenly Buddha Descends to Earth!

The golden light was like thousands of golden snakes, flashing and twisting, or like the golden arrows that Hou Yi shot down the sun, falling like rain. All that could be seen was a rainbow of golden light!
The Purple Rose Soft Sword sprang from its sheath and suddenly trembled with a "hum" in Li Zhaoting's hand, as if a real dragon had suddenly appeared and was about to fly away. Li Zhaoting's agile body moved nimbly like a spiral, his arms dancing with incredible speed, forming a beautiful and dazzling long arc that formed an endless purple ribbon, which slammed out with immense force.

Kumārajīva crossed his hands, and two blazing sword beams appeared like blazing dragons rising into the sky, their invisible energy swirling and roaring in mid-air.

The two powerful moves clashed without a moment's hesitation. A deafening roar, like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting, suddenly rose up, shaking the very ground. The eardrums of the onlookers were ringing. The fierce and unparalleled internal energy scattered and shot out in all directions. Xiao Feng slumped down from his horse, blocking some of the overflowing sword energy.

"Qiang!"

The Purple Rose Soft Sword returned to its sheath.

"puff!"

Kumārajīva coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face deathly pale, yet he showed no sign of ferocity.

It turned out that during the fierce exchange just now, Li Zhaoting used his sword energy to suppress Kumārajīva's dantian, binding his power and suppressing his internal injuries.

"Thank you for your mercy, Young Master Li."

"My King, take care!"

Everything that needed to be said has already been said.

Li Zhaoting didn't want to waste his breath.

Just as Kongwen was about to ask Kumārajīva to stay and discuss Buddhism, explaining the origins of the Seventy-Two Arts, a young novice monk rushed over in a panic.

"Oh no! Murder! Murder!"

The young novice monk looked at Kong Wen with a terrified expression: "Grandmaster Fangzheng has been killed, and the assassin has escaped!"

Kongwen subconsciously looked at Kumārajīva.

Kumārajīva said, "Amitabha, this humble monk has been in the Sutra Repository and has no time to go out and kill people."

Li Zhaoting patted his head!

This is a mess!

How could Fang Zheng have been assassinated?

Could it be a struggle for the abbot's throne?
Isn't it?

Li Zhaoting really wanted to perform an autopsy, but since he had previously insulted the abbot, he was afraid of arousing suspicion if he offered to help with the autopsy. So he clasped his hands in a respectful gesture and said, "I've been staying at Qiao Sanhuai's house for the past few days. You can come to me if you need anything."

After saying that, Li Zhaoting turned and left.

Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng didn't want to stay and get in the way. Xiao Yuanshan left directly, while Xiao Feng bid farewell to Xuan Ku and prepared to travel the world with A Zhu. When they got tired of traveling, they would settle down at Yanmen Pass, herd horses and sheep, and stay away from the martial arts world.

……

"My husband, you have no idea how chaotic Shaolin Temple was just now! There were monks everywhere, all in disarray! Some were saying there had been a murder! Others were saying their homes had been burgled!"

Miss Wang leaned against a big tree, her Overlord Spear casually placed aside. Relying on her inquisitive skills, which she had learned while working as a bodyguard, she quickly inquired about what had happened.

First is Xuanci.

After Murong Bo appeared, Xuan Ci explained in detail what happened back then, and then endured the punishment of being caned.

After the punishment ended, he voluntarily expelled himself from the sect and announced that Tianzheng would succeed him as abbot. At this moment, Zhu Yueming jumped out and put shackles on Xuanci.

He awaited trial at the Dali Temple.

Bao Zheng personally took charge.

Secondly, there's Fangzheng.

Fang Zheng fought fiercely with Kumārajīva, and both were severely injured.

In reality, Kumārajīva's injuries were more severe, and he was too weak to fight. Fang Zheng only suffered superficial injuries, but they looked more serious, and he was sent back to his meditation room to rest.

When the fierce battle took place in the Sutra Repository, the young novice monk who was responsible for changing Fang Zheng's bandages entered the meditation room and found Fang Zheng with his eyes wide open, his face ashen, and no breath.

Kongwen led people to seal off the meditation room.

Iron Shoulders performed the autopsy on Fang Zheng.

No results yet.

Only two things can be confirmed.

—It wasn't a fake death to escape!
Fang Zheng was assassinated by his own people!

After waiting a short while, Feng Suzhen and Lan Fenghuang brought new news: the five Shaolin hermit masters, known as the "Embracing Five Elders," appeared together to express their support for Tianzheng as the sect leader.

No one is perfect; people naturally have varying degrees of closeness and distance.

The San Du and Kong generation have a good relationship.

The Three Sufferings are related to Great Compassion and Iron Shoulders.

The five elders and Tianzheng had a close relationship.

"That's what you call profound knowledge! There are so many old monks here!"

"Does Li Lang not like the old monk?"

Lan Fenghuang teased Li Zhaoting with seductive eyes.

Do you think I can give up women?

Li Zhaoting put his arm around Lan Fenghuang's slender waist.

"What kind of old monk does Li Lang dislike the most?"

"I hate old monks who sweep the floor the most."

"why?"

"Because the old monk who sweeps the floor is not someone to be trifled with."

"Like the one by the door?"

"There's nowhere to be found at the entrance... Holy crap!"

Li Zhaoting was so frightened that he jumped several meters away.

There was a lean old monk at the entrance, with white hair and beard and long eyebrows, holding a large broom in his hand.

Just by looking at his appearance, you can tell that this old monk is an absolutely unapproachable senior figure. Such a senior figure should be worshipped, or better yet, kept at a distance.

"May I ask your Dharma name, senior?"

"sweep the floor."

"How can I, a junior, be of service to you?"

"Let me beat you up."

"Ah? Junior... this..."

"I was asked to do this, and I had no choice!"

The sweeping monk slowly raised his broom: "You can all come at me together, I'll only use one-tenth of my power!"

(End of this chapter)