: Become a monk

"Master Wusheng, you are originally from Shaolin, why do you want to steal such a thing?"

"In order to prevent the loss of secret books and be used by evil people, the Sutra Library is only open to martial arts disciples, and every time I enter and exit, I need to register. I need to check a large number of secret books for mortals to practice martial arts. The ordinary way cannot be used by me."

"Uh, but so strongly, can we both really sneak in?"

"Don't worry, after my years of reconnaissance, the Shaolin Temple is surrounded by the gate, so we naturally don't have to worry. The age-old monk in the Sutra Pavilion can be knocked out with one punch."

"Sweeping Monk?"

Makino doesn't feel very good.

But, since Ye Xing's clothes are already worn, how can you retreat?

Wusheng has been in the martial arts world for many years, but he has not known any martial arts skills. When he left, in order to save his life, although Wusheng was not a martial arts disciple, the abbot still spent a lot of elixirs to let him learn a light skill.

This light work is the Buddha's journey for thousands of miles.

When Wusheng was about to leave, the abbot explained to him.

"Wusheng, you can't beat others even if you teach you how to attack. You can learn this method of escape. If you see the opportunity is wrong, you can run away."

Since then, Wusheng has become more and more proficient in the light skills. As long as he runs, few people will be able to catch up.

However, this guy is now using this kung fu on his own.

The two of them stopped in a flash, bypassed the disciples of the yard and came to the door of the Sutra Pavilion.

Makino smiled secretly.

"I think the defense of Shaolin Temple is so tight, but that's it."

Wusheng laughed too.

"Hehehe, watch us loot the Sutra Pavilion tonight."

The two of them climbed into the window, and there were neatly stacked scriptures in front of them.

They held back their smiles and started to read them.

Muye was so coincidental that he pulled out the "Yi Jin Jing" and "Tathata's Divine Palm".

"System, can it help me scan quickly?"

[Prompt the host, the system has scanned.]

So Makino began to scan one by one.

At this time, he saw Wusheng actually loading a book with a bag.

Makino shook his head. Without the support of the system, it was really troublesome.

He patted Wusheng on the shoulder.

“Actually there is no need…”

“No need for anything?”

Makino and Gosho were startled by the sound behind them. They jumped away from the man and looked closely and found that it was the elderly sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk looked at the two of them with a smile on his face.

"I'm talking to you two, it's okay to steal things. The sound is still so loud that I can't sleep, so I have to come downstairs to take a look."

Makino waved his hand.

"Then let's have a lower voice. You'll keep going to sleep, so it's time to sweep the floor tomorrow morning."

The sweeping monk laughed.

"I have seen many thieves, but it's the first time you are so brave."

Makino clenched his fist.

"You don't want to sleep, so don't blame me for being too harsh."

The sweeping monk actually straightened his chest.

"You try it."

"I'll try it."

Wusheng stopped Makino and whispered.

"This sweeping monk has been in Shaolin for so many years. He is considered my senior. You are very skilled in martial arts. What if you hurt someone? Let me do it."

"Okay, respect the elderly and love the young, traditional virtues."

Wusheng came forward.

"I'm not respectful."

Unexpectedly, Wusheng punched him and was actually bounced back, and he bounced directly into the wall, breaking a big hole.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Muye used the sword-sieging magical power, and Dugu Jiuswords' sword energy poured into his hand and killed him.

The sweeping monk slapped Muye in his face with an understatement, and the sword energy in Muye's hand disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, the sweeping monk slapped Muye's sword and destroyed the defense.

Makino covered her face and collapsed to the ground, with an incredible light in her eyes.

"You...no, what kind of person are you?"

"Sweeping monk."

The sweeping monk laughed and put his face over.

"Dugu Jiujian, well, not bad. Did you ever hear of Yijing Zen, that little brother?"

One-finger Zen, a famous martial art in the world, is not as powerful as Dugu Nine Swords and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm, but it is also powerful and has the benefit of very little internal energy consumption.

Makino's eyes were filled with tears.

"Senior, please spare me."

Makino originally wanted to ask Wusheng to plead with the sweeping monk, but he turned his head and Wusheng disappeared.

Brother Wusheng, you run very quickly!

That night, the monk sweeping the floor used one-finger Zen to bounce the thief into the air again and again on the open space in front of the Sutra Pavilion.

Every time the sweeping monk plays the game, he has a word in his mouth.

"I made you look down on the sweeping floor."

"I told you not to learn well."

"I'll let you show off."

......

A few days later, Makino woke up from his coma and found that he was lying on his hips, and his buttocks were swollen like a mountain bag.

Master Fangzheng was sitting next to him.

Master Fang Zheng sighed when he saw Makino wake up.

"Makino donor, what do you want to tell me? You really want to read the secret book. Just tell me, why bother stealing it?"

"Makino knows his mistake, how dare you ask who is the sacred monk?"

"I don't know, but when I was young, the sweeping monk was already in the Sutra Library. I heard from the previous abbot that the sweeping monk probably became a spirit and might have lived for thousands of years."

Muye was secretly shocked. The gods on the ground had only lived for at most six hundred years, but the sweeping monk had lived for thousands of years. This was not because he was afraid of becoming a spirit, but because he was even more spirit than a spirit monster.

Fang Zheng sighed again.

"Makino donor, I have some bad news."

"oh?"

"You said you are not good at provoking anyone, and you have to provoke the sweeping monk. He was very angry and insisted on shaving your head and becoming a monk and educate your children well. Otherwise, you may be in danger of your life."

Makino hurriedly covered his head.

"Can't the abbot plead with mercy?"

"I can handle all Shaolin Temple anyway. This sweeping monk can't mess with me. On weekdays, people ignore me and I can't help it."

"Can you ask the Huashan faction and the emperor to dissuade him?"

The abbot took out a reply from Huashan.

When I opened the letter, I saw two big characters written on it - "Shan Zai", signed by Zhou Mo.

Muye was about to spit out his blood, thinking that you, Zhou Mo, wouldn't take you to cheat your disciple like this.

Makino asked again.

"What does the emperor say?"

"I will ask if I don't pick up the donor. According to him, the emperor smiled slightly after hearing this, and applauded his hands."
To be continued...