The sweeping monk stared at Zhiwen slightly, and his spiritual power penetrated into his body, and he turned it back after a few circles.

Puzzled: "The donor's skill is to find another way to point to the avenue, which is really mysterious."

Lao Wei had seen the same person before, and he had similar exercises.

I would venture to ask who gave this skill. ”

With that, the aura of convergence dispersed the coercion.

Zhiwen saw that Shaolin had agreed to distribute food, and thanks to the persuasion of the old monk in front of him, the anger in his heart had subsided, and he got up and said softly: "This merit is the master of Zhi's Buddhahood, in the palace of King Kang, on the occasion of his manifestation. ”

The sweeping monk frowned, wondering if he had guessed wrong, and thought of the method of soul transfer, and had a little plan in his heart.

He clasped his hands together and said, "My old man's time is running out, and I don't know if I can follow the Lord to visit the place where the Buddha appeared." ”

Zhiwen saw that he was old and unbearable, and he was afraid that he was more than a hundred years old, and his time was indeed short, so he agreed.

Seeing that the matter was over, he insisted on returning to his own house to be a hard labor monk despite the persuasion of Abbot Huirong.

"Master, I heard from the senior brothers, you are so powerful, can Yunzhang become so powerful?"

"Practice the kung fu taught by the master every day, and usually endure more hardships. However, you'd better study more and be admitted to the Bodhi Monastery in the future and become a great monk. ”

"Yunzhang is not afraid of hardship, then my senior brother will bully me in the future, can I beat them?"

"No, I can't. ”

"Why?"

"That's part of the hardship. ”

Seven days later, the sweeping monk followed the army to the city of Hangzhou.

Recently, Zhao Mao and Hua Kui have been busy for the victims.

Seeing the return of the army, Zhiwen also led an old monk over 100 years old, and Zhao Mao hurriedly greeted him respectfully to the mansion.

A strong throbbing gushed in the heart of the sweeping monk who had just arrived at the gate of the palace, as if there was something terrible in the palace.

His hands carefully arranged his clothes and made a gesture towards the palace.

Zhao Mao and the others waited quietly beside them, no matter what the centenarian did, it made sense, he just needed to serve well.

Walking into the palace, the sweeping monk, under the leadership of Zhiwen, came to the place where he once burned incense for the master.

In front of the corridor in the courtyard, there are rattan tables and rattan chairs, three feet away from the rattan table, and the flowers and plants are thick.

But how the sweeping monk sensed it, he didn't find anything special.

"Master?"

Hua Kui had just returned home, and when she passed by this courtyard, she saw Zhao Mao and Zhiwen accompanying an old monk to inspect the courtyard.

And this old monk is the peerless master he saw in the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion.

The sweeping monk nodded at Hua Kui, and wanted to leave with a disappointed expression, but was warmly invited by Zhao Mao. I had to stay for a light meal and leave tomorrow.

The sunset dragged the long golden skirt, slowly rippling in the slight waves of the West Lake, the lake light reflected, and the peach willows were dipped.

The sunset fell into the city of Hangzhou like a red fallen leaf, and the palace of King Kang under the slanting sun turned dark purple, like a reef in the sea of clouds.

The house was very lively, and everyone knew that King Kang invited a guest to be a guest, and the family worked hard to clean the courtyard, and the cook also exerted his skills to make a table full of delicious dishes.

Zhao Mao informed the people in the house to eat at the same table, so that everyone was happy. After the sweeping monk took his seat, all the servants arrived one after another to take their seats.

After Zhou Fan learned about it, he shook his head, and dragged his old steps to the hall leisurely.

"Fauber, you're here, sit down quickly. Zhao Mao saw that Zhou Fan was here, and arranged.

The sweeping monk was shocked when he heard this, and he didn't sense that someone was coming here at all.

Hurriedly looked up, his heart was shocked, and his mouth trembled: "Master." ”

When everyone heard this, they were all surprised, this expectant called Fu Bo a master, so how old did Fu Bo have to be.

Everyone has always thought that Fu Bo is at most fifty or sixty years old, but he looks older.

Zhou Fan's head was gray, his yellow-brown face seemed to be soaked in fat, and his eyes became a line, and it almost took a lot of effort to open them.

smiled kindly at the sweeping monk: "The old decay has long been vulgar, and he is no longer a disciple of Buddhism, so you don't need to be called a teacher."

Sit down, everyone's hungry. ”

Everyone got up one after another, ran to Zhou Fan's side, and held him up, so that he could sit in Zhao Mao's position before he was seated.

After they were seated, everyone sat down cautiously.

"Don't look at it, eat it. Seeing that everyone was extremely restrained, Zhou Fan took the lead and took a chopstick and put it in his mouth.

Only then did everyone move their chopsticks.

Just after eating two bites, the sweeping monk sighed and said: "The disciple limit is approaching, time is short, I never thought that I would be able to see the master again, and I don't know what the future is." ”

Zhou Fan looked at the sweeping monk, and his spiritual power was slightly perceived. His body is full of real energy and full of energy, and the only problem is that the number of cell divisions has reached forty-nine.

This kind of thing can't be solved by yourself, unless you reach the genetic level in the future, maybe you can modify the life span of others.

After thinking about it, after all, the two have been together for decades, and the other party insists on calling himself a disciple, so today he will solve his doubts.

Then he said in a deep voice: "There is no clear path in this world, and the old decay is constantly exploring.

Over the years, the cultivation realm has been divided into acquired, congenital, grandmaster, celestial, and primordial gods.

The acquired realm needs to accumulate internal force, which is divided into first-class, second-rate, and third-rate according to the number of internal forces.

The innate realm is to understand one's own heart through reading, or the ultimate love and hatred, cultivate the true meaning of martial arts, and integrate spiritual power and internal force to form true qi.

The realm of a grandmaster lies in knowing the truth, going out of his own way, seeing his own true heart, and no longer being affected by the true meaning of martial arts.

The realm of heaven and man is also a subtle realm, which can observe things that cannot be seen by the naked eye between heaven and earth, and the qualitative change of spiritual power can control its own small things.

The realm of the primordial gods lies in meditation, condensing the primordial gods in the mind, connecting the physical body with the primordial gods, and all kinds of mysteries are indescribable.

Of course, this is the words of the old family, not necessarily the road to heaven. ”

The sweeping monk has been practicing for many years, where has he heard such a systematic explanation, and he was fascinated by it for a while, and hurriedly said: "Why is the disciple waiting for the realm, and whether the master has become a primordial god." ”

Zhou Fan touched his beard, nodded and said, "You have already entered the realm of the grandmaster, as for the old decay, you have now reached the consummation of the primordial spirit, and you are groping for the way forward." ”

"Chaowen said, it is okay to die at night.

Presumably, the master is the immortal who slaughtered the Liao army outside Yanmen Pass, and the realm of the Yuan Shen may be no different from the immortal Buddha.

I don't know if the master can let the disciples see the power of the Yuan Shen before the disciple is limited. The sweeping monk said expectantly.

"At the beginning, outside the Yanmen Pass, the old decay had just reached the realm of heaven and man.

The old decay doesn't like to fight with others, and the methods he studies are all for the pursuit of the great truth.

Maybe it just so happens that you encounter this catastrophe, and the old decay will let you see it, so that you and I can be the master and apprentice.

His Royal Highness King Kang, please also hand over that scripture to the disciple of Lao Yu. With that, Zhou Fan got up and left his seat, and the sweeping monk followed behind him.

Zhao Mao had already understood that Fu Bo beside him was an immortal, so he took out the immortal scripture in his arms and handed it to the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk took a look, and the title of the scripture was Tao Te Ching.

Zhou Fan's cloudy eyes swept away, smiled gently, and saw that the name of the scripture had changed to the Yin and Yang Sutra.

After the sweeping monk put the scriptures into his arms, Zhou Fan said to Zhao Mao, Hua Kui, and Zhiwen: "Speaking of which, you and the other three are also related to old decay. ”

With that, his arms were raised, and his palms touched the top of the heads of the three people, and a cell in his body passed from the palm to the top of the heads of the three people, and entered his body to take root.

It may not be of great use, but it is harmless, and it should be regarded as a blessing.

The so-called immortals stroke my top, and I receive immortality.

When the two of them reached the door, Hua Kui took out a book from the room and handed it to the sweeping monk.

He said solemnly: "The master once had a favor with Hua Sunflower, and this treasure book was created by Hua Sunflower Grass, so he gave it to the master." ”