Since that day, the monks in Zhengdao Court began to escape. Because this incident happened, Shaolin Temple has gained a little more fame... Some of the monks who went down the mountain were very involved in the world, and some of the monks among them were even enlightened masters of today's martial arts heroes. Their descending to the mountain will naturally attract the attention of the figures in the world.

Although Shaolin is very domineering, there will be many good people in Buddhism, and not all monks are fond of power and reputation.

As a result, as the monks went down the mountain, the reputation of Shaolin Temple gradually increased a little. Although these reputations would definitely turn into jokes after others learned about the whole story.

However, at least this consequence has not yet fermented, but the masters who were already angry in Shaolin Temple temporarily suppressed the anger in their hearts.

Among these masters are Abbot Xuanci.

Half a month later.

The Zhengdao Temple was basically empty. Except for a few monks who were closed to death, they had basically no contact with the outside world and did not know what happened, all the other monks went down the mountain to practice.

Although practice is ahead, practice is necessary.

The meaning of action is to go all over the world. Only by seeing the prosperity of the world can you truly practice and eventually break through to a certain realm.

At the same time, the number of masters in Shaolin Temple is gathering more and more.

On the 17th day after Lin Dong lived in Shaolin Temple Zheng, Zhuge Zheng, a major figure representing the court, came, and brought a thousand masters who surrendered to the court.

Now, Shaolin Temple became even more lively.

When others saw this, they felt that Shaolin Temple became more and more mysterious and difficult to provoke, but for the abbot of Shaolin Temple Xuanci, this was not a good thing.

"Uncle Master, I can't continue to wait. Now even the imperial court has sent people to continue. If I continue, I don't know if this martial arts conference can be carried out safely."

After greeting Zhuge Zheng and his party representing the court, he hurried to the Sutra Pavilion in the back mountain, facing a thin monk wearing a green robe holding a broom and sweeping the floor.

This monk was graceful and elegant, and was as bright as the dust. When he lowered his head, he seemed to be just an ordinary old man.

The moment he raised his head, a little divine light suddenly appeared in his eyes, which made people feel that this monk was extremely human and showed his style as a master.

"Amitabha."

He clasped his hands together and said the Buddha's name, saying without any fear of honor and disgrace: "Everything in the world, every drink and every peck is determined to be a public trial of Xiao Feng that day, so as to expand the influence of Shaolin Temple, you should have expected all this to happen now."

Xuan Ci smiled bitterly and shook her head and said, "The reason why I originally only invited some ordinary sects in the world is that there are some speculations about the future development. But the disciple never expected that even the imperial court has sent people. If it continues, even the mysterious Taoist Taoist of Tongtian will come..."

The sweeping monk glanced at him lightly and asked, "Are you scared?"

Xuan Ci shook her head first, then nodded, and said, "I am not afraid of making Shaolin Temple famous, but if I lay the root of disaster for Shaolin, I am indeed afraid of it."

"Fear and not fear are all the difference between your thoughts in the past. Since you have made up your mind, you should just go on your own."

The sweeping monk raised his head to look at the sky, then looked at Xuan Ci with a smile, and said, "Otherwise, it really laid the root of disaster for Shaolin."

"Disciple, I understand."

Xuan Ci nodded as if he was awakened, but then he did not leave. Instead, he lowered his voice and asked, "Uncle Master, are you willing to get rid of this harm for Shaolin?"

"This person is not easy to kill."

The sweeping monk shook his head, and the smile on his face gradually expanded: "Also, the old monk also wanted to see the way of the Taoist Tongtian. If he killed Xiao Feng, this person would probably not come."

"ah?"

Xuan Ci was stunned on the spot.

"The old monk wanted to know, more than 40 years have passed, whether there are still those immortal guys in the world. If there are still, Shaolin will be closed for a hundred years. If not, Shaolin Temple should stand on the top of heaven and earth."

The sweeping monk did not explain, slowly took the broom and continued to sweep the floor. At the same time, a light word came from his mouth.

If the previous sentence just made Xuanci stunned, the next sentence of the sweeping monk made Xuanci's back feel cold.

Old guys.

More than forty years ago.

These two things seem to be very connected, but Xuanci, who was the leader more than 30 years ago, knew very well how terrifying the world was in the past ten years.

Yes, horror.

Perhaps only these two words can describe the situation at that time.

At that time, Xiaoyaozi traveled around the world and defeated thousands of masters and masters of thousands of schools.

It was also at that time that Wei Qingqingqing's master Ding Yufeng had both swords and swords. The sword came out, the mountain cracked, the sword passed, and the water stopped.

It was also at that time that the old man from the Tang Sect was lightly passing by, and he died every step, and hundreds of thousands of people were poisoned.

...

Later, Xiaoyaozi suddenly retired to the valley and founded the Xiaoyao Sect; Ding Yufeng silently returned to the Jingtang to practice swords and sharpen his swords, and accepted the disciple Wei Qingqingqing; the old man of the Tang Sect stayed in his door and refused to leave.

No one knows what happened in this.

However, after they left, many major events happened one after another. The most puzzling thing was that those masters who were originally called first-class at that time suddenly disappeared.

The son of Murong Longcheng and the father of Murong Bo, Murong Zhi, who is the first-class man in the world, disappeared.

Although it is not perfect, it can use the ruthless power of heaven to destroy the enemy's Heavenly Lord, who has been able to retreat to the valley without leaving.

The Venerable Tianlei, who had never been defeated several times in his life, quietly disappeared into the martial arts world.

...

There are many similar masters, such as the previous generation of Lingmen abbots in Shaolin Temple, who suddenly handed over the position of the abbot to Xuanci, who was not the highest in strength, but was only middle-class and obsessed with a lot of obsession in his heart. Then he closed the death gates in the Zhengdao Temple, and he did not step out of the Zhengdao Temple until his death.

Another thing is the sweeping monk in front of him. When Xuan Ci learned about the sweeping monk, he asked the other party about his origin. He learned from the monk that the other party grew up watching the abbot of the Lingmen, but he was a late-stage person. The abbot of the Lingmen had been among the top in the world for many years before he could break a certain level.

After that, the monk went to the world with anonymous name and made a great reputation, no less than the abbot of the Lingmen at that time.

But such a master suddenly returned to the temple the year when the abbot of Lingmen abdicated and became an unknown sweeping monk.

"Uncle Master."

Thinking of what the abbot of Lingmen said on the Day of the Inheritance and the legendary experience of the sweeping monk in front of him, Xuan Ci couldn't help but ask curiously: "Disciple is very curious about what happened at that time. Can you please tell me?"

"hehe."

The sweeper suddenly stopped sweeping the floor. After a smile, he said lightly: "It's better not to know, and if you really know the many things that happened at that time, you will never want to know again."

"Disciple understands."

Xuanci suppressed his curiosity and bowed deeply to the sweeping monk, then left obediently.

The curiosity in his heart still existed, but he forced himself to suppress it.

After all, there are some things that will not have accurate answers, or the answer is quite terrifying. It may not be good to know them. Not knowing them may be a good thing.

"Tongtian, Tongtian, will you be the one who stayed in that era? Or the successor of the people who were still alive in that era?"

Shortly after Xuanci left, the sweeping monk asked himself with confusion while sweeping the floor.

Since it was a self-question, no one could answer his question at all.

But if you look carefully, you can see a touch of enthusiasm hidden deep in the eyes of the sweeping monk.

If someone sees that passionate emotion, he may think about a question.

He doesn't seem to be willing to be a sweeping monk for the rest of his life?
Chapter completed!