Divine Martial Path, Spiritual Power ()
Everyone looked enviously at the sweeping monk on the screen.
Everyone knew that his astonishing talent had attracted peerless figures to guide him in his martial arts.
At this point, he had an epiphany and was detached from the world.
He returned to Shaolin and gave up the title of Twenty-Three Ultimate Godly Monks. He studied Buddhism and became an ordinary Shaolin sweeping monk.
The scene changed. The once talented Twenty-Three Extremes Divine Monk actually picked up a broom and started sweeping the floor in the Shaolin Sutra Library.
He gave up on martial arts and no longer persisted in cultivating more unique skills. He only wanted to be an ordinary sweeping monk.
Other than sweeping the floor every day, the most he did was recite Buddhist scriptures and comprehend the wisdom of the previous sages.
He drank well water for three meals a day and ate vegetables and coarse grains that he grew himself.
Everyone was immediately moved.
This kind of person could actually give up everything and not pursue martial arts.
"What an otherworldly expert!"
Wu Ming was shocked. If everyone in the world was like this, why would there be disputes?
"If all the monks in the world had the same state of mind as this eminent monk, how could I have destroyed Buddha!”
Great Qin, Ying Zheng sighed.
In the entire Nine States, only Great Qin did not have a monk.
He had never thought that there would still be eminent monks in the world.
Time flew by, and the sweeping monk had been sweeping in the Sutra Depository for forty years.
At this moment, everyone was shocked to find that after forty years, the sweeping monk was still the same as before. There was not a single wrinkle on his face.
Time seemed to have forgotten him, leaving no trace on his body.
Forty years, the sweeping monk was already a hundred years old.
Although he looked a little unsteady, it could be seen that this was because his state of mind was becoming calmer and calmer.
The hundred-year-old him still looked the same as when he was in his sixties. The only change was that his beard had grown a little longer.
At the age of 100, almost all the people the sweeping monk was familiar with had died.
Gradually, he didn't even leave the Scripture Depository and even stopped eating.
"F * ck! The sweeping monk has become an immortal!"
"After studying Buddhism for forty years, with the talent of the sweeping monk, I'm afraid he really can create spells.”
"This is too awesome. I can't imagine how terrifying the cultivation of the sweeping monk is at this moment.”
"Although he stopped practicing martial arts, I'm sure that the sweeping monk's martial arts skills are even more terrifying than when he practiced hard.”
"Perhaps he has already fused the 23 Void End techniques into one and figured out a new martial art.”
Everyone was shocked.
He didn't even eat. If this wasn't cultivation, what was it?
Of course, at this time, no one had discovered the true scary part of the sweeping monk.
The sweeping monk stayed in the Sutra Depository for a few more years.
On this day, a masked man in black broke into the Sutra Library and secretly learned Shaolin's unique skills.
This person flipped through the books randomly, and the scriptures in the Sutra Depository were all messed up.
"This is an expert close to a martial grandmaster!”
Even though this person was dressed in black and had a mask on, there were still people who could tell his cultivation level.
At this moment, the sweeping monk appeared.
Everyone thought that the sweeping monk was going to teach the man in black a lesson, but they found that he was just standing quietly at the side and watching. He had no intention of stopping the man in black.
Very soon, the black-robed man found a Formless Finger of Calamity and began to read it ecstatically.
After he finished reading a book, the man in black quickly left the Sutra Depository without caring about the scattered scriptures.
The sweeping monk shook his head and waved his broom gently. All the scattered scriptures automatically flew back to their original places, as if they had never been touched.
After some thought, the sweeping monk took a Lotus Sutra from somewhere else and placed it beside the Formless Finger of Calamity.
"Holy sh * t, is this man in black blind? He did not seem to notice the sweeping monk beside him.”
"F * ck! Is this invisibility?"
"Why? Why didn't that person feel anything towards the sweeping monk who was so close to him?”
......
Seeing this, everyone was shocked.
An expert who was close to a martial grandmaster was actually unaware of someone standing beside him watching his every move.
Everyone felt their scalps go numb.
If this method was used to kill people, who in the world could resist it?
"This isn't an invisibility spell. This is spirit power, similar to the legendary Buddhist's Mind Connection!”
In Mount Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng took a deep breath.
This method had already become mysterious.
He knew that the sweeping monk was not invisible. Instead, he had used unimaginable spiritual power to change the black-robed man's senses, making him feel like he did not see anything even if he saw him.
"These immortal cultivators are indeed weirdos.”
Zhang Sanfeng was sure that the sweeping monk was the same as him. He must have reached the realm of immortality.
In the surroundings, Song Yuanqiao and the others were also shocked.
Although this was not an invisibility spell, its effect was no different from an invisibility spell.
"The martial path can connect to the gods. There are indeed endless possibilities.”
At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng felt that the first few sentences were really wise.
Even he did not expect martial arts to be so profound that it could achieve such a level of immortal-like techniques.
"That's me! It was the first time I went to the Sutra Depository to secretly learn.”
Murong Bo's scalp was about to explode. He was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat.
He didn't expect that the terrifying Twenty-Three Extremes Divine Monk would watch him steal the scriptures.
If the other party killed him, he would not even know that his head was removed.
"Why didn't he stop me?"
"And it seems that he placed the Lotus Sutra next to the Formless Finger of Calamity to remind me to read more Buddhist scriptures to resolve the evil aura.”
Murong Bo was confused when he realized what was going on.
Could it be that the sweeping monk didn't stop him just because he was transcendental?
However, if he really didn't care about anything, why would he put down the Lotus Sutra?
"Could it be because I have the Minor Formless Divine Art? The sweeping monk thought that I was related to Xiaoyao Zi.”
Murong Bo's heart skipped a beat as he thought of this possibility.
He couldn't help but feel glad that he had managed to get this Little Formless Divine Art from his brother-in-law's wife back then.
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