If it was possible, Zhang Wei was even willing to spend years or even decades in the world of the Heavenly Dragon's Eight Tribes to improve these two martial arts so that they could complement each other.
In any case, in the world he transmigrated to, as long as the life of the possessed person did not come to an end, he could stay in this world indefinitely. Moreover, in reality, time was relatively paused.
However, he had to be patient. In this ancient world, there were no snacks, no air conditioning, no heating, no internet, and no high-tech technology in the real world.。
Zhang Wei probably wouldn't be able to endure such a terrible situation for long. After all, who could expect a young man who had survived in modern society for more than ten years to resist the temptation of returning to the modern world and survive for a long time in ancient times where there was almost nothing?
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Fortunately, the system was able to protect his memory from being corrupted. Otherwise, with Xiao Yuanshan's hateful memory, Zhang Wei would have long wanted to take revenge. How could he be like a chuunibyou who let his imagination run wild?
After adapting to the new internal energy and memories, Zhang Wei jumped off the tree trunk and used the Wudang Cloud Ladder. With light footsteps, he flew toward the Sutra Library of Shaolin Temple like a reincarnated immortal.
It was time to witness the power of this Shaolin sweeping monk. He wanted to see if the legendary sweeping monk was as godly as the rumors said. He wondered if he could take a few punches from his Indestructible Diamond Divine Art or if he could defeat the current him with his invincible hack. All of this made Zhang Wei very curious.
Following the memories in his mind, he returned to the back of Shaoshi Mountain.
At this time, the morning class in the temple had already ended, and the loud chanting of scriptures gradually became softer.
As Zhang Wei searched, he saw a skinny monk in a green robe sweeping the floor with an old broom in his hand.
At a glance, the monk was quite old. His sparse long beard had turned white, and his movements were slow and weak. He did not look like he had martial arts at all.
When Zhang Wei saw this person, he immediately asked,"How long has Grandmaster been hiding here?”
The old monk slowly raised his head and said blankly,""Benefactor asked me…how long…how long have I been here?”
Zhang Wei looked at him with a solemn expression. He saw that his eyes were blank and devoid of spirit, but he did not have any fear of this black-robed man. He also did not shout loudly to attract the elders and disciples of the temple to the important place of the Sutra Depository.
Zhang Wei thought to himself. He had stayed in the Sutra Depository for 30 years. In his memory, this old monk seemed to be the only one responsible for cleaning the important place of the Sutra Depository in Shaolin Temple.
It seemed that this old monk was most likely the sweeping monk of Shaolin Temple.
Zhang Wei, who understood, said again,"That's right. I'm asking you, how long have you been here?”
The old monk counted with his fingers. After a while, he shook his head and said apologetically,""I…I can't remember clearly. I don't know if it's forty-two years or forty years.”
"Oh, Master has been cleaning the Sutra Depository for more than 40 years. It seems that you must be proficient in all kinds of Shaolin martial arts.”Zhang Wei cupped his hands and said.
" Old Scholar Xiao is an old monk. This old monk is just a servant monk in charge of odd jobs. Although he is a Shaolin monk, he only shaved his head and did not take a master. He did not teach martial arts, did not cultivate meditation, and did not list the seniority of Xuan, Hui, Xu, and Kong. Other than chanting scriptures and worshipping Buddha, he only did some fire, farming, sweeping, and rough work.”The sweeping monk put his palms together and replied calmly.
"Hahaha, the world says that monks don't lie. But now I've seen it for myself. A real monk doesn't even have a draft when he lies!”Zhang Wei laughed out loud and then said sarcastically.
The old monk put his palms together and closed his eyes. Then, he chanted,""Namo Amitabha!"
"Old Scholar Xiao, why are you doing this? This old monk has long stopped asking about the secular world and is no longer willing to help.”The sweeping monk said indifferently.
"Hehe, Master has broken the precepts. Forget it. All of you Shaolin Temple disciples are people who can't hold on to the precepts. The Abbot is like this, the disciples are like this, and even the various heads are like this. In my opinion, it's time for you to close the temple and settle down for a period of time.”Zhang Wei said impudently.
It could be said that the Shaolin Temple had contributed more than half of his blood feud.
Now, it was time to collect the debt.
"Amitabha, why do you say that?”The sweeping monk asked.
Although the sweeping monk's skills were superb and could be said to be unparalleled in the world, he had basically not left the Sutra Depository for decades. It could not be said that he was completely unaware of some things that happened in the temple, but he did not know much.
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