Master Fanyin is a disciple of the abbot of Kongyun, and the abbot of Kongyun and the supreme of the Heavenly List such as Qingyang Dao Chang are of the same generation. Therefore, whether it is prestige, seniority or strength, the Sanskrit master is weak.

It is foreseeable that with the passing of the abbot of Kongyun, the prestige and influence of the Shaolin Temple will also decline. However, fortunately, the Shaolin Temple has a deep heritage, and many martial arts people have always obeyed the orders of the Shaolin Temple. Therefore, as long as there are no major accidents, the throne of the leader of the martial arts alliance will still fall on the Shaolin Temple, the martial arts Taishan Beidou.

"It's been a long journey, Huiming, you're tired. Master Fanyin immediately said to a senior monk next to him: "I have to entertain the heads of various factions later, Senior Brother Fantong, you take Huiming down to rest first!"

"Okay, senior brother!" Master Fantong, who was dressed in a robe, folded his hands together, shouted the Buddha's name, and immediately said to Ye Xing: "Huiming, you come with me!"

"Hmm!" Ye Xing nodded, and immediately entered the Shaolin Temple with Master Fantong.

Shaolin Temple is an important place for Buddhism, and the Buddha incense curls in the air, revealing a quiet and peaceful atmosphere. The ground is paved with bluestone, layer upon layer of stone steps, a path leads to a temple hall everywhere, each hall and temple are enshrined with different Bodhisattva Buddha statues, there is a smiling Maitreya with a fat belly, there are also eighteen arhats holding sticks and staring angrily, each Arhat has a golden body or standing, or sitting, or lying, the form is different, the moves are different, solemn and solemn.

"Uncle Fantong, where are we going?" Ye Xing looked around suspiciously, as he moved forward, the environment here became more and more quiet, and the green branches and leaves on both sides of the path were gently swaying in the breeze, exuding the fragrance of grass and trees.

"That's the case, the senior brother of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion has something to go out, and he will probably leave the Shaolin Temple for two or three months. Now that the ceremony is approaching, during this time the uncle and uncle of the Sanskrit generation are very busy, I discussed with the abbot Fanyin and decided to send you to guard the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the environment over there is quiet, most of the scriptures and secrets of our Shaolin Temple are over there, you can specialize in Buddhism while practicing. Master Fantong said: "Usually there is nothing else, you are mainly responsible for cleaning." Two months later, when Senior Brother Vander returns, I will arrange for you to enter the Dharma Hall. ”

"Okay, Uncle Shi!" Ye Xing smiled and said, "Then Uncle Fantong, you should be busy first, I will walk the road of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion!"

"Well, okay, then you can go over by yourself!" Master Fantong nodded, and after saying something, he immediately turned around and left, returning to the main hall of Shaolin Temple.

Although there is still nearly half a month left for the inauguration ceremony of the abbot of Shaolin Temple, there are already many heads and sect masters who have arrived first. Therefore, Shaolin Temple also has to arrange accommodation and entertainment for people, which can be described as busy.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is located in the western suburbs of Shaolin Temple, where the vegetation is luxuriant, the air is fresh, quiet and elegant. A gentle breeze blew through the wind, and a few yellow leaves fluttered in the wind, whirling in the air, fluttering and falling to the ground.

In front of the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, an old monk wearing a simple gray monk's robe was trembling slightly, sweeping the dead leaves in front of the door with a broom, although his movements were slow, but he was very familiar.

"Hey, it turns out that there are other people in this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion! Listening to Fantong's tone just now, I thought I was alone!" Ye Xing looked surprised, and immediately walked forward.

The gray-clothed old monk obviously also noticed Ye Xing walking behind him, and slowly turned around and smiled at Ye Xing. Ye Xing also saw the positive appearance of the gray-clothed old monk, but saw that the gray-clothed old monk was very old, and his two eyebrows were sparse and white, and they seemed to be about to fall off. His face is covered with deep wrinkles, carved with traces of time, just like an old man who is about to step into the loess.

"Senior, I'll sweep it!" Ye Xing reached out to take the broom in the hand of the gray-clothed old monk, wanting to take over the work in his hand. At the same time, I didn't understand how Shaolin Temple could let such an old monk come to clean the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"No need! The old monk has swept the place for hundreds of years, and although he is old now, he is not so bad that he can't hold a broom!" The gray-clothed old monk shook his head and smiled at Ye Xing: "You are Huiming, right, there are a few scattered scriptures on the last row of bookshelves on the third floor of the Scripture Pavilion, you go and sort them out!"

Although the gray-clothed old monk is extremely old, he speaks clearly and looks quite energetic.

"Uh...... Oh...... Okay!Then senior, be careful, the stone steps over there are relatively steep!" Ye Xing was slightly stunned, seeing that the gray-clothed old monk was walking very steadily, and it seemed that he really didn't need to help himself, so he immediately nodded and walked towards the Scripture Pavilion.

Shaolin Temple Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is nine floors high, covering an area of dozens of acres, containing millions of Buddhist scriptures and martial arts cheats. Among them, there are Buddhist scriptures such as "Diamond Sutra", "Prajna Sutra", "Jizo King Sutra" and "Lotus Sutra", and there are also heavenly cheats such as "Mighty Rulai Palm" and "Fu Demon Fist" in terms of martial arts, and the rest of the secrets of heaven, earth, Xuan, and Huang are innumerable, all-inclusive.

Of course, it seems that the Divine Skill level of Buddhism is not in this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and it may be kept separately.

The walls of the Pavilion are covered with Buddha statues, the air smells of sandalwood, and the rows of bookshelves are stacked with one book after another. Ye Xing quickly came to the third floor and sorted the scattered scriptures into neat categories. At the same time, I took a rag and wiped down the dusty bookshelves one by one.

The days in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion are indeed very leisurely, and it is enough to spend one or two hours a day sorting out the scriptures and cleaning up, and you can move freely at other times.

The willow tops on the moon are already after dusk.

The night grew darker, and darkness began to cover the land. In the dark night sky, a bright moon shone hazy moonlight, shining on the open space in front of the door of the Scripture Pavilion. The shadows of the trees swayed, and the light waves flickered.

"Whew-" "Whew!"

"Whew!"

With nothing to do, Ye Xing directly played the "King Kong Fist Method" in the open space. The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is secluded and peaceful, so you don't have to worry about anyone passing by and seeing it. And even if someone sees it, it's nothing, one "Vajra Fist Method" is a Buddhist exercise, and the number of fist methods shows the breath of Buddhism;

Anyway, there are still more than ten days before the abbot's inauguration, and it is idle to be idle, and it is always good to take advantage of this spare time to practice diligently.

The fist wind was whistling in the open space, sometimes fierce and unparalleled, sometimes continuous, Ye Xing was concentrating on practicing the "King Kong Fist Method", but he didn't notice that a gray-clothed figure behind him walked towards this side silently.