"This benefactor?"

“＾→→☆○←↓↓↓☆◎◇￣△○▲＆＼↑◇☆△◆◇，......”

"Ding-dong! Congratulations to the host, the pretending to be forced is successful, and you will get +50 ,......"

"Donor?"

“＆＾＆↑＆＃←＠＃↓↑←＠↓＿＆＿＾→←＼↓▲▲↑←↑■◇△←▲△▲←→，......”

"Ding-dong! Congratulations to the host, the pretending is successful, and you will get +80 ,......"

"Donor?"

“☆◎◇￣△○▲＆，......”

"Ding-dong! ......”

............

As soon as Ye Xiuwen's Sanskrit scriptures came out, he was simply invincible, whether it was a big monk or a small monk, they all gave way, and Ye Xiuwen stepped forward and directly entered the 'Daxiong Treasure Palace'. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the 'Mahavira Treasure Hall', there are only two monks, a small monk, who is knocking on a wooden fish, and an old monk, wearing a robe, is there with his eyes closed and chanting.

The old monk is not young, and his realm is extremely high, he actually has the strength of the late stage of martial arts, and he is only one line away from the realm of Douzong.

It stands to reason that when entering the martial arts period, a kind of aura of ghosts and gods will be formed. But the old monk didn't.

There is such a peaceful aura all over the body!

No need to ask, this is the abbot of Shaolin - 'Master Fa Miao'.

"Huh! I didn't expect that this wouldn't stop the little donor,......"

'Fa Miao' stopped chanting in vain, and the little monk also stopped, put down the wooden fish, and retreated from the main hall.

At this time, in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, there were only two people left, Ye Xiuwen and Fa Miao, and Ye Xiuwen was not polite, he moved a futon by himself, sat opposite Fa Miao, and asked a question: "Old monk, guess who I am?" ”

"Huh!"

Fa Miao chuckled: "You're getting naughty and naughty,......"

"Tsk, since the master knows me, it's even better, my father is missing, the situation is turbulent, the emperor wants to find a master to escort him, please go out of the mountain?"

Ye Xiuwen was outspoken and went straight to the point.

"Huh! The poor monk is already old and can't afford to bear such a heavy responsibility,...... "Fa Miao shirks."

"Master? Aren't you old? It looks like he's still young! ”

Ye Xiuwen brushed his long eyebrows, giving people the feeling that this old monk would be at least a hundred years old.

"Huh! The donor laughed, Lao Ke is already two hundred this year, it stands to reason that it is time to go west, but he can't let go of Shaolin's foundation, this next generation, has not yet become a talent, how can Lao Ge leave? ”

"Master? See what you say? I met several people at the door, they were all very good, I recited Buddhist scriptures, can they reply two sentences? ”

"Hehe, this can recite scriptures, but it doesn't have to be a good monk,......" Fa Miao didn't speak, he laughed first, and he smiled cutely.

"Master? Are you tall? Your Zen teachings can be written into a book! ”

"What kind of book do you write?" Fa Miao was overjoyed.

"Write the Lotus Sutra?"

"Huh? That's called 'Myoho-renge-kyo', right? ”

"Whatever? Anyway, in my heart, it's all the same, the same, the same ,......"

Ye Xiuwen was still quite poor, but the old monk didn't buy it at all, he didn't go to the capital, saying that he still had to go to Zen here, waiting for the successor of the next abbot to come, so that he could drive the crane to the west.

Ye Xiuwen felt that this old monk was rushing to die, but he had no other way.

"Master? Are you really not going? Ye Xiuwen finally asked.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, and the poor monk is already old,...... "Fa Miao clasped his hands.

"Then you gave me the Shaolin Seventy-two stunts, I practiced magic skills to protect the emperor, and what about you? Waiting for your alternates here? What do you think? ”

Ye Xiuwen will say this nicely, but in fact, he just wants to learn Shaolin's seventy-two stunts, and then go to the Valley of the Wicked to break through and break through, how awesome!

"Amitabha, Shaolin's seventy-two stunts, in the eighteenth section of the Babel Tower! If the donor wants it, take it yourself! ”

"Then thank you,....."

"Huh! Scold! Scold! ......”

Ye Xiuwen thanked him there, but the old monk was smiling there, laughing so much that Ye Xiuwen was inexplicable.

"This old monk, what are you laughing at? Is there any weirdness here? ”

Ye Xiuwen walked out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and thought in his heart, he must not be deceived by this old monk again.

"Hello? This senior brother? How to get to the Tower of Babel in the Eighteen Sections? ”

Ye Xiuwen dragged a big monk.

"Amitabha, is the donor going to challenge the Eighteen Bronze Array?"

"Fog grass, it's really a trap!"

Ye Xiuwen was shocked, but immediately asked, "What eighteen bronze arrays?" I don't know? It's the abbot of Fa Miao, who wants me to get the Shaolin 72 stunts! ”

"Amitabha, that's exactly what happened! Shaolin seventy-two stunts, guarded by the eighteen bronze arrays, outsiders want to obtain seventy-two stunts, they must defeat the eighteen bronze arrays, otherwise the martial arts, you can't take away! ......”

The great monk folded his hands, and he was about to bow and leave, but he didn't want Ye Xiuwen to ask: "The eighteen bronze people, are they amazing?" ”

"Amitabha, it's not just amazing, it's just amazing,......"

"Fog grass, what should I do?"

Ye Xiuwen turned around, not that he was afraid of the monk. It's a fight with a monk, and you can't kill it!

These monks, those are good people who sweep the floor and are afraid of hurting the lives of ants, if you hurt such a person, how can you bear it?

"Huh?"

Ye Xiuwen's eyes rolled, and he took small steps and went straight to the mountain gate.

Inside the mountain gate, eighteen little monks are still eating books there! But it didn't feel like it had any effect.

And at this moment, Ye Xiuwen came, and eighteen people came up one after another and said, "Donor? We ate a lot, why? Still doesn't work? ”

"Huh? I'll have to see what happens, how can it not work? ”

Ye Xiuwen picked up the scriptures and pretended to be, but in his heart, he snickered!

"Are you looking at this piece of scripture?"

Ye Xiuwen picked up a piece, threw it in his mouth, and then spoke: "◆●◇★◆←▲◎←※〓☆◆◇◎□◆☆◇◇☆◇◇◎◎,......"

"No problem, there is no problem with this scripture at all, it is because you are not religious enough, so it is not effective! Remember, you must eat religiously, and you must eat more,......"

Ye Xiuwen shook off a sentence, secretly happy in his heart, but the person had already left.

He wanted to take advantage of the fact that it was still dark to go to the bazaar and find some treasures that the monks liked most and needed the most.

He felt that if he wanted to pass the eighteenth festival of Babel, then he had to do it! ......