Immortal Cultivator Sweeping Monk, Something's Wrong with Shaolin Temple
The inventory reappeared, and the peaceful Nine Provinces immediately became lively.
No matter what they were doing, everyone immediately put down what they were doing and walked out of the house to look at the sky.
"This time, it's that heaven-defying immortal cultivator again.”
In Great Song, Xiao Feng revealed a strange expression.
Even someone like him, who was unfazed by the collapse of the sky, was shocked.
This was the third time he had seen the huge golden dragon soaring in the sky, but it still shocked his mind as usual.
It was really hard to imagine what kind of earth-shattering power it had to create such a shocking commotion.
"What Shi Potian, Sword Saint Dugu? In front of the person who made the inventory, they are probably not even ants.”
"When it comes to cultivation, the person who makes the inventory is a true cultivator.”
"Brother Xiao, is the inventory starting again?”
A'Zhu's weak voice sounded. Xiao Feng was startled and hurriedly turned around to help A'Zhu up from the carriage.
"Brother Xiao, help me out. I hope that I can be worthy of you looking at the inventory every time I'm alive.”
A'Zhu's face was deathly pale, but she looked at Xiao Feng with a tender expression.
She knew that she did not have long to live.
Even Xiao Feng was helpless against the palm power of the Great Vajra Palm.
And now, the happiest days for the two of them were when everything was counted.
Only when he was watching the game would Xiao Feng forget the blood feud and the pain of being framed by his comrades.
And A'Zhu would also forget that she was about to die.
"A'Zhu, you won't die. Even if it's heaven or earth, I will find someone who can cure you.”
"If Xue Muhua refuses, I will kill him.”
"Even if the King of Hell comes, he will take you away from me." Xiao Feng said in a deep voice.”
A'Zhu had a blissful expression and didn't ruin the atmosphere.
In the sky, the immortal cultivators were soon revealed.
He was the Shaolin Temple sweeping monk!
"Sweeping Monk? Who is it?"
"I've never heard of this person."
"Don't you understand? If they were all people you know, these cultivators wouldn't be qualified to cultivate.”
"That's right. Even Sword Saint Dugu has been in seclusion for countless years.”
"Didn't you see? The Shaolin Temple's sweeping monk should be an accomplished monk.”
"F * ck, there's such a person in Shaolin?”
"This is a f * cking monk. A monk also cultivates immortality?”
......
Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect it to be a monk.
"Grandmaster, do you know this sweeping monk?”
On Mount Wudang, Song Qingshu looked curiously at Zhang Sanfeng.
As an abandoned disciple of Shaolin, he had lived for so long.
In Song Qingshu's opinion, his grandmaster might know this sweeping monk.
"I've never heard of it." Zhang Sanfeng frowned and pondered.”
Even though he said that, he felt that something was wrong.
"Eh, that's strange. Why do I feel that there's something wrong with Shaolin Temple?”
Song Yuanqiao's voice sounded.
"What's wrong?"
Zhang Sanfeng hurriedly asked.
"Master, didn't you notice? The most terrifying expert in Shaolin's history isn't the abbot of Shaolin, nor is he the head of Dharma Hall.”
"The most powerful ones are those unremarkable acolytes.”
"For example, the Firesword Dhuta in the past. He was a fireman, but in the end, he killed Shaolin and was sentenced to death.”
"Also, your master, Master Jue Yuan, is just a monk who fetches water, but his martial arts are superior to the entire Shaolin Temple.”
"And this sweeping monk now looks like a novice monk who sweeps the floor.”
Something was wrong here!
Zhang Sanfeng was instantly enlightened.
Why were the truly invincible experts of Shaolin Temple these insignificant people?
Why did those big shots end up as noobs when they casually learned all kinds of divine techniques?
For a moment, Zhang Sanfeng fell into deep thought.
"Shaolin sweeping monk? They're from Shaolin!"
In Shaolin Temple, Xuan Ci was ecstatic.
With such a figure from Shaolin Temple, it would definitely be a great help in dealing with that dog thief Xiao Feng.
"Abbot, do you know who this sweeping monk is?”
Xuan Bei was overjoyed when he saw Xuan Ci. He thought Xuan Ci knew who the sweeping monk was.
All of a sudden, the other eminent monks of the Xuan generation also looked at Xuan Ci with burning eyes.
"Junior Brothers, don't be anxious. Take your time. The inventory will soon tell you that the sweeping monk is the senior of Shaolin.”
Xuan Ci didn't know who the sweeping monk was. The monk's old habit was triggered on the spot, and he started to play riddles.
"Amitabha!"
Xuan Bei and the others were secretly ashamed. It seemed that their Buddhist cultivation was still not as good as the sect leader.
"This sweeping monk, is he referring to the old monk?”
In the Sutra Depository, the sweeping monk was shocked.
He had been in seclusion for many years and had long stopped interacting with outsiders.
Other than himself, no one in the world knew that someone like him was hidden in the Sutra Depository.
If the sweeping monk on the inventory was referring to him, then his evaluation of the inventory would have to be raised to another level.
"Maybe it's another Shaolin senior monk.”
"Our Shaolin Temple is full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons. There should be other extraordinary experts.”
The sweeping monk thought.
However, he still put down the broom and quietly looked at the inventory.
A Shaolin disciple walked past him, but he turned a blind eye to him as if he was air.
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