Vol V Chapter 49
An Ordinary Sweeping Monk! Junior Brother, let him go!
"The back mountain is where the Scripture Depository is located. Don't tell me he wants to…"
The three heads of department suddenly had an idea in their minds, and their expressions became extremely frightened.
The Scripture Depository was the most important place and could not be lost.
The three heads of department wanted to stop him, but when they turned their heads, they saw that he was not in a good mood.
Because of the collapse of the temple, the thick smoke and dust gradually dispersed.
Fang Zheng collapsed in the ruins, his body becoming thin again.
His eyes were wide open and filled with unwillingness. They gradually dimmed and blood kept flowing out of his seven orifices.
His abdomen was pierced by a terrifying fist force, and the wound was shocking.
Fang Zheng, who had been awe-inspiring and awe-inspiring just now.
Now, he had died in the hands of others, and in such a miserable manner.
The three heads of department shrunk their heads, their eyes flickering.
"That evil thief killed Senior Brother Fang Zheng. We must avenge Senior Brother!”
"Now that we are going to attack the Scripture Depository again, how can we swallow our anger?"
The Arhat Hall's Chief clenched his fists tightly, his face full of grief and indignation!
These words were sonorous and forceful, directly stunning the other two monks.
"Junior brother, you're right, but"
The heads of Discipline Hall and Dharma Hall felt guilty, but they were more afraid of death.
Just as he was about to persuade the Arhat Hall Chief not to be impulsive, the other party said again,"
"It's a pity that our martial arts are mediocre and we can't kill the evil thief with our own hands!”
"Shixiong Fang Zheng definitely wouldn't want us to die.”
"In that case, we should cherish our lives and practice our martial arts. We will take revenge in the future.”
"If anything happens in the Sutra Depository, the Divine Monk San Du will notice it even though he is in seclusion.”
The Arhat Hall Chief's words were reasonable, which stunned the two monks at first. Then, they nodded.
"Junior Brother is right!"
"I think so too."
"Senior Martial Brother Fang Zhang is in heaven and will definitely understand us.”
"Death is the most important thing. Let's ferry Senior Abbot first!”
"Before Shixiong is completely cold!"
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Back mountain.
Su Li and the other two looked from afar at the majestic Shaolin Temple's Scripture Depository.
Although it had experienced a thousand years of wind and rain, it still stood tall.
Every place revealed the traces of time, witnessing the vicissitudes of life.
It was like the ancient Shaolin Temple, standing tall in the martial world.
"Little Junior Brother, you want to take the Sutra Depository?!”
Mo Shenggu pulled Su Li back, his heart pounding.
Su Li's style of doing things was without scruples.
He was afraid that the Scripture Depository would be destroyed.
It was fine if he killed the Shaolin abbot.
If the Sutra Library was destroyed, Shaolin would definitely fight Wudang to the death!
"If karma is on me, I will suppress all tribulations!”
Su Li indifferently pretended to be a little contender.
Mo Sheng Valley was instantly stunned by Su Li's words.
Duan Yu, on the other hand, was in high spirits. Tonight, he displayed his might and his blood boiled.
Now, he would not even frown if he was asked to go through a mountain of knives and a sea of fire.
"Senior Brother, Shaolin Temple and Wudang have a long-standing grudge. Now, Shaolin Temple is no longer the same as before and has colluded with outsiders.”
"Sooner or later, they will be attacked by the martial artists and destroyed.”
"Why don't we take action and congratulate Master on his birthday?”
Su Li spoke in a clear and logical manner, his footsteps not stopping at all.
"I hope you don't anger Master to death."
Mo Shenggu cursed.
Seeing that Su Li was not listening to his advice, he could only give up and hurriedly chase after him.
However, he had only taken a few steps when Su Li stopped, as if a great enemy had descended.
Duan Yu and Mo Shenggu followed Su Li's gaze.
A full moon hung high in the sky.
Moonlight scattered like silver.
The Scripture Depository was as clear as water.
An old monk was standing under a ginkgo tree, slowly sweeping the fallen leaves in the courtyard.
He was wearing a gray Daoist robe. His hair and beard were all white, his face was full of wrinkles, and his movements were slow.
Even when Su Li and the others arrived, he did not notice them and continued to sweep the fallen leaves.
He looked like an ordinary sweeping monk, nothing special about him.
But Su Li's gaze never left the old monk.
"Big Brother, this is just an ordinary old monk. You have to calm down.”
Duan Yu saw Su Li's unwavering gaze on the old monk sweeping the floor and couldn't help but jump in fright.
He thought that Su Li wanted to silence the other party, so he hurriedly tried to persuade him.
"Junior brother, let him go."
Mosheng Valley had the same thought.
Su Li was speechless.
I'm playing the role of a brat.
It wasn't a deranged killing and head touching!
Taking a deep breath, Su Li calmed the resentment in his heart and said,
"You think he's just an ordinary old monk?!”
"Of course!"
Mo Shenggu and Duan Yu nodded in unison.
"Who would sweep the fallen leaves in the courtyard at night?”
"He knew we would come."
Su Li was speechless towards Mo Shenggu and Duan Yu.
Anyone who thought about it would know that the other party was waiting for the three of them.
Su Li was not surprised by this.
Who was the strongest in Shaolin Temple?
Apart from Patriarch Bodhidharma, there was also the sweeping monk who could be called a mechanical god.
Patriarch Bodhidharma had long passed away.
The sweeping monk in front of him was Shaolin's strongest expert.
Even in Su Li's previous life, many people were debating whether the sweeping monk or Zhang Sanfeng was stronger or weaker.
Su Li narrowed his eyes, as if he wanted to pierce through the sweeping monk.
Although the sweeping monk's movements were slow, there was an extremely profound Zen principle in his movements.
He didn't use any strength. The fallen leaves in the courtyard were always guided by him.
The entire Sutra Depository was completely enveloped by the sweeping monk's life magnetic field.
Duan Yu and Mo Shenggu were skeptical.
It was hard to imagine that the old monk, who was half dead, had known that they were coming.
"Amitabha!"
The sweeping monk put down his broom and put his palms together. Facing Su Li and the other two, he chanted,
"This old monk has been waiting for the three of you for a while."
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