Sweeping Monk, what are you going to do?

He gently untied the eight-sided Han sword hanging around his waist and handed it to the Shaolin disciple who was guarding the side. Chen Fei held his fist and bowed to the man in a strong costume next to him. Then he walked into the temple without saying a word in his slightly shocked eyes. His eyebrows were slightly frowned, and there was a little confusion in his eyes. The monk sweeping the floor could never seem bored and wanted to tease him, which is why he did this. The reason why he led himself to him.

Why exactly?

Seeing the young man's slightly impatient back gradually disappearing in the distance, the shock on the face of the man in a dress who had explained the couplets to him before slowly disappeared, and changed to a calm expression. He turned to look at a couplet on the door. His deep eyes showed a little nostalgic look and muttered to himself: "Every stroke and one form contains the appearance of all beings......After a hundred years, this couplet is still like this, but you have turned into a piece of loess. Life is fate, but who can tell it clearly?" He sighed slightly, and the next moment his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot. There were many people around him, but no one found any abnormality, just as if there had never been such a man there from beginning to end.

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Shaolin Temple is a great martial arts sect in the Central Plains and a holy place for Buddhism. It has been more than a thousand years since its construction. The temple’s buildings are simple and heavy, with the vague sounds of Sanskrit and Buddhist scriptures mixed with sandalwood. It has a pure and solemn atmosphere. Even those who do not believe in Buddha will inevitably feel a little bit of a desire for Buddha here. Everyone walking on the paths all have a respectful look on their faces. The whole temple has a calm and leisurely atmosphere, as if it is far away from the prosperity of the three thousand worlds. It is really an ancient temple, a place for cultivating.

However, this leisure was disturbed by a rush of impatient footsteps. Chen Fei, wearing a gray outfit, did not care about the slightly angry eyes cast by the people around him, and walked straight towards the direction of the look he felt. In the distance, a magnificent pagoda stood. The wooden pagoda had traces of time on its body, but it did not seem dilapidated. He only felt that he was an old monk who saw through all things in the world. With the unique sense of history and vicissitudes of history, people couldn't help but feel solemn, and wrote three big words with solemn appearances - the Sutra Pavilion!

The scriptures are stored in the pavilion, and all the laws in the world are captured!

All the martial artists in the world want to enter the world's number one holy place in the martial arts world.

Shaolin Sutra Collection Pavilion!

Looking at the vicissitudes but magnificent Sutra Pavilion in front of him, Chen Fei rubbed his hair with a headache - Shaolin Forbidden Land, the old otaku who swept the floor was indeed here, so it was not easy to enter. I don’t know how many magical skills and arts there are, but they have not been stolen for hundreds of years. I think it’s all about how tight the defense here is. Moreover, without mentioning the hidden guard power, the two monks guarding in front of him are very difficult to mess with. Looking at the two monks guarding in front of the tower, Chen Fei felt that his hope of sneaking into the Sutra Pavilion could be called slim.

Unlike the stick-holding monks standing on both sides in front of the temple gate, the two of them leaned against the temple gate with their arms raised, their muscles were bulging, and their red beards were covered with their faces like beasts. Their fierce eyes did not look like monks, but like green forest heroes who were robbed in the world. They were wearing Shaolin outfits, their arms were exposed, but they were different from ordinary people's color, deep and dark yellow, like the best brass poured - Shaolin Golden Bell Cover!

The body is like a Vajra, and you can eliminate false attachments and not be destroyed by it. You will be able to be pure in the world.

The seventh place in Shaolin’s seventy-two unique skills!

The other was a handsome monk wearing a gray monk's robe. He was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a gentle face like a young son, but in Chen Fei's eyes, it was much more terrifying than the monk next to him. A semicircular air cover enveloped his figure, and the dead branches and leaves on the ground floated in the air as if they had no weight. The high internal strength cultivation was already shocking. If Chen Fei could fight against Qiao Feng with the "Breath of the Ice Dragon", he could be called a world-class master, and then this person could be called a top master. Once he went out of the world, he would be able to shock the world. At this time, he was at ease to be a tower guard monk here. The profound foundation of Shaolin, a martial arts sect that had been accumulated for thousands of years, can be seen from now on.

Shaking his head, Chen Fei had no hope of sneaking into the Sutra Pavilion at this time, and turned around and left now. Instead of being helpless here, it would be better to go back and discuss it first. He must see the monk sweeping the floor, but there are also many Buddhist masters in Shaolin. If you ask them something mysterious, such as fighting spirit, they should also gain some gains. Looking at the huge Shaolin Sect, Chen Fei thought about where to find the monk who solved the problem, but he did not notice that the delicate monk who had originally closed his eyes and sat cross-legged. He looked at his departure with a smile. There was a hint of praise and a light ray of light in his eyes.

The wind blew, and the handsome monk frowned slightly, his slender and white fingers slid and flicked, and a petal shot out with a sharp breath like a magic weapon. Not far away, a figure fell to the ground, and a faint red oozed out of his trouser legs. The cross-legged monk said lightly: "Jexin, go and take that donor to the wing room for temporary residence." The vicious monk beside him whispered, walking towards the figure lying on the ground and struggling. The handsome monk still closed his eyes and sat cross-legged in the place, with a soft face, calm and gentle wind, as if he had never taken action. Only the sharp breath remaining in the air seemed to indicate what had just happened.

The Buddha picked up a flower and Kashyapa smiled. The reality was in no form, and it was passed down from outside the teachings.

Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills, the first fingering method - picking the flower finger!

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Looking at the row of monks who were younger than themselves, and even tender, Chen Fei's eyes twitched violently - he wanted to find a monk to solve the doubts, but the monks in Shaolin who specifically answered the doubts for the pilgrims were all young monks, who seriously solved the doubts for those pilgrims. From that stiff tone, Chen Fei could almost see the shadow of modern Chinese primary school students - rote memorizing, not seeking understanding, but those who were solved looked enlightened and saw through all their worries......

......Hey, hey, do you want it to be so fake?

...Okay! Shaolin, you forced me! ....

...... Take the call...

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Lekong is a new disciple of Shaolin. He was originally a peasant disciple at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain. He admired Shaolin martial arts, so he went up the mountain. He only hoped to learn amazing martial arts and then laughed and proud of the world, becoming a hero of a generation. However, he had been chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha's name every day for three years, and he answered with good men and women every day. At this time, facing the question of a Buddhist official, he mechanically replied: "If the official official wants to truly practice Buddhism, he should find a place of tranquility, follow the rules and regulations, recite scriptures and seek Buddha's name every day..." He would say this passage almost every day, and he was already familiar with it. Generally, when he said this, the person who asked questions

He often thanks and leaves, and the same is true in Japan today. But just as the official was about to get up, a clear voice suddenly sounded: "Young master's words are wrong. If you don't go into the world, go through the sea of ​​suffering, don't recite the precepts, how can you know the true meaning of the rules, how can you see the illusion of the world, see your own Buddha nature, and realize the true emptiness and wonderful existence?" The voice is not small, echoing faintly in this Buddhist temple, and the words contain Buddhist principles, which can't help but attract the eyes of everyone in the hall to look at the person who makes the sound - wearing a somewhat worn gray dress, a faint smile on his face, and half-length black hair scattered casually, but it adds a hint of unrestrained prodigal temperament.

It’s Chen Fei!
Chapter completed!