Well?

Deng Jiuling frowned, and suddenly felt a murderous aura.

However, these two quickly came together and no longer paid attention to Deng Jiuling.

"Senior Brother Fuhu. ”

"Senior brother in white. ”

The two clasped their fists and saluted, looking polite.

"Senior brother was suddenly summoned, I don't know what is important?"

"Senior brother in white, from today onwards, you will study on the second floor of the Library Pavilion, and the code word for your brother is ......"

Although it is said that Fuhu Gongzi is using sound transmission to enter the secret.

But Deng Jiuling still heard the content through the secret method of the underworld.

"Senior brother, I'll go first, if you have any doubts, you can come to the ashram at any time to find me. ”

Fu Hu Gongzi said with his fists clenched.

"Thank you, brother. ”

The boy in white, hurry up and return the salute.

It wasn't until Fuhu Gongzi walked away that the white-clothed boy turned around and scolded Deng Jiuling and said:

"Old man, what are you looking at, why don't you hurry up and find a book?"

Smack!

The voice fell, and a book list appeared in front of Deng Jiuling.

Then, the man in white looked cold and stepped into the quiet room on the side.

Deng Jiuling saw the whole process very clearly, knowing the content on this book list, but the man in white had not read it.

"On the orders of Venerable Fuhu, the prince of Fuhu carefully selected a list of books for the prince in white, and left his experience in practicing martial arts. ”

"These books, on the contrary, are cheaper for me. ”

Deng Jiuling took the book list, selected the books, and unlocked the dark grid.

But these experiences, Deng Jiuling used his spiritual power to directly modify.

The next moment, Deng Jiuling pushed the trolley and moved carts of books to the room.

Half an hour later, the man in white woke up from meditation and was stunned.

The books in front of me are densely packed and piled up.

"What are you doing, senior brother, you actually got so many books?"

The boy in white has a black line on his face.

There are not a thousand books in front of me, but at least 800.

The boy in white didn't know yes, but the book list opened by the prince of Fuhu was only a few books.

But Deng Jiuling added a lot of material to the boy in white.

"The most critical books, Lao Tzu gave them to you, but they were pressed at the bottom. ”

Deng Jiuling, who was sweeping the floor outside, suddenly felt interesting.

The boy in white is very talented, but in a month's time, the chance of him coming into contact with the lowest level of books is very small.

Whoa!

Just when Deng Jiuling swept the floor, the figure of the Fuhu boy suddenly appeared outside the quiet room of the white-clothed boy.

But it turned out that Fuhu Gongzi was a little relieved, so he came over to take a look.

"Senior brother in white, you are really knowledgeable and talented, and I admire you. ”

In front of me, there were so many books piled up in the quiet room.

Fuhu Gongzi was suddenly amazed and admired:

"Since my junior brother is so studious, then I will close this stone door for you from the outside. ”

"Senior brother, you are so good, come on. ”

"In a month, I will come to open the stone gate, come on!"

Bang!

The next moment, before the man in white came to his senses, the door was closed from the outside.

At this point, unless someone opens the door.

Otherwise, even if the man in white shouts, he won't be able to go out.

"Well, that's fine, I can read with peace of mind. ”

Shaking his head, the man in white, picked up a book casually.

"Golden ...... Golden Plum?"

When he saw the cover, the man in white widened his eyes and was stunned.

With the passage of time, the spirit of the boy in white almost collapsed.

What's so ...... What's the matter?

Whoa!

Tens of billions of sons kept reading books, but they were stunned to find that these books were useless miscellaneous books.

I thought that I would have to read garbage books like this for the next month, and I couldn't go out.

The boy in white had a sweet throat, and he was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

"Well, let's eat something first. ”

After a while, the man in white reached out and touched it, and suddenly secretly said that it was broken.

It turned out that the package containing dry food and drinking water was taken out and thrown away by Deng Jiuling as garbage.

"Could it be that this son can only meditate without eating or drinking for the next month?"

Burst!

The boy in white had a sweet throat, and finally fainted angrily.

……

In the next few days, Deng Jiuling pretended to sweep the floor every day and kept inscribed books.

During this period, the eldest grandson Yue'er passed by Deng Jiuling several times.

Every time, the eldest grandson Yue'er would bring some snacks and affectionately call Deng Jiuling - old lady.

Burst!

Old...... Old man?

Yes, this girl doesn't know who her brother is, which is actually quite good.

Time is like water, and the days go by.

It is getting closer and closer to the day of the inner gate martial arts.

Gradually, more and more disciples went to the library pavilion.

However, among these disciples, there are still very few people who can step on the second floor as a local tyrant.

Until one day, Zhao Haoran's majestic figure appeared on the second floor.

"Stinky old man, are you blind, aren't you? ”

Zhao Haoran pointed at Deng Jiuling, looked disgusted, and shouted angrily.

Zhao Haoran rose in Weimo and has been used to living a poor life since he was a child.

Now it is finally developed, but it has encountered the pain of the Battle of Book Mountain.

In the past half a month, Zhao Haoran has been in retreat, and finally came out of the pain.

But even so, when Zhao Haoran thought of Comrade Lei Feng, he still hated it.

It is precisely like this, at this moment, Zhao Haoran is a little unhappy, and he is naturally not polite when he speaks.

If it was an ordinary sweeping monk, maybe he really endured it.

But Deng Jiuling is a temporary worker, he is afraid of hair!

Regarding Zhao Haoran's words, Deng Jiuling directly regarded it as a fart.

"Hey, you old thing, believe it or not, I'm going to kill you?" Zhao Haoran was suddenly furious.

As the former elder brother of the outer gate, and the pride of the first day, Zhao Haoran is proud.

No matter where he goes on weekdays, Zhao Haoran is respected.

Even in the inner gate, many senior brothers have a lot of respect for Zhao Haoran.

Because many people know that Zhao Haoran, as a disciple of Jiang Lao, the master of Zhengyi Hall, is destined to have unlimited prospects in the future.

But unexpectedly......

In this inner door library, a bad old man sweeping the floor is so presumptuous?

Zhao Haoran was immediately angry.

"Let me ask you again, do you sweep the floor, or not?"

Pointing at Deng Jiuling, a murderous intent appeared in Zhao Haoran's eyes.

"Bodhi has no tree, no mirror, nothing in itself, where can it cause dust?"

Deng Jiuling swept the floor and said indifferently: "As long as the donor's heart is like a mirror, why should he care, this mortal dust?"

Burst!

Hearing this, Zhao Haoran's throat was sweet, and he almost vomited blood in anger.

Nima!

A garbage old man sweeping the floor, how dare to use the edge in Buddhism, the old lesson is arrogant?

Zhao Haoran was immediately furious, but he was speechless.

In Buddhism, because of different concepts and beliefs, there are often fighting methods and verbal swords.

Sharp edge, that is to say, when the two monks are fighting the Dharma, they constantly quote scriptures and classics to defeat their opponents from the theory of Buddhism.

These words spoken by Deng Jiuling are the original words of a Buddhist patriarch.

Let me ask Zhao Haoran, how can he refute it? How dare he refute it?

Whoa!

Deng Jiuling no longer paid attention to Zhao Haoran, walked all the way to the front, and began to help the eldest grandson Yue'er clean up.

At this scene, Zhao Haoran, who watched it, was immediately furious: "Since everywhere is dust, why did you clean her position, but you didn't clean it for me?"

"The women of this world are made of water, but the men are made of mud. ”

This time, Deng Jiuling did not speak, but used sign language.

After speaking, Deng Jiuling took the broom and left.

Burst!

Looking at Deng Jiuling's back blankly, Zhao Haoran's throat was sweet, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out angrily.

"Ben Tianjiao is here, and he was actually humiliated by a sweeping monk?"

Grass!

Unforgivable!

Under the raging anger, Zhao Haoran rushed forward and stopped Deng Jiuling again.

"Stinky old man, if you're awesome, do you dare to go to the Buddha Hall with me to fight the Fa?"

With a look of shame, Zhao Haoran said coldly.

"I'm just an old monk sweeping the floor, and the donor is proud of the first day, what about your face?"

Deng Jiuling continued to sweep the floor, his tone indifferent.

However, this sentence caused Zhao Haoran a hundred thousand times the critical damage.

Zhao Haoran has a good face, but he is also conceited and knowledgeable, and he has studied Buddhism thoroughly.

But in front of Deng Jiuling, a "sweeping monk", Zhao Haoran was repeatedly defeated.

However, when Zhao Haoran was depressed.

Deng Jiuling spoke again: "By the way, donor, since you just talked about the Dharma Hall Fighting Method, the poor monk has to give you a warning." ”

"You sweeping monk, can you still give me a warning?"

As soon as he heard this, Zhao Haoran's nose was crooked.

"The Buddha is not far away in Lingshan, and Lingshan is only in your heart!"

Deng Jiuling's tone was indifferent, and he said proudly: "Amitabha." ”

After speaking, Deng Jiuling's "white hair" flew and turned away.

Only Zhao Haoran was left, standing in place, dumbfounded.

Failed to fight again!

"Old monk, you ...... If you are really a Buddhist monk, how can you be so unsuccessful and can only become a sweeping monk?"

Zhao Haoran roared angrily and offered a killer weapon.

In Dalin Temple, as long as you have a high enough Dharma, you can easily get ahead.

If Deng Jiuling is really strong in Buddhism, how can he be so old and so bad?

At this moment, Zhao Haoran was superior, and looked at Deng Jiuling unruly:

"I'm only in my twenties now, and I can rank first, and you fight with me?"

Regarding Zhao Haoran's provocation, Deng Jiuling said lightly: "Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha!"

After speaking, Deng Jiuling ignored Zhao Haoran and turned to leave.

At this moment, Zhao Haoran suddenly felt that Deng Jiuling's old back had added a bit of majesty.

Until Deng Jiuling walked away, Zhao Haoran snorted, and a mouthful of old blood sprayed on the bookshelf.

The red blood instantly stained several ancient books red.

"Donor, these books are very expensive, you need to compensate 2.5 million sect contributions. ”

Deng Jiuling's "old" voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Poof!

When the voice fell, Zhao Haoran spun around for a while, fell straight to the ground, and fainted.

Although Zhao Haoran is a Tianjiao, after all, he is from a poor family, where does he have so much money?

With a sect contribution of 2.5 million, even if you kill Zhao Haoran, he can't afford to pay for it.

"Today's young people, the psychological quality is really poor, I just made a mistake. ”

Holding the broom, Deng Jiuling shook his head: "Isn't it two hundred and five contributions, why should you be so excited?"

Burst!

As soon as he heard this, Zhao Haoran, who still had a trace of consciousness, foamed at the mouth with anger and completely fainted......

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