The old monk turned his head to Chen Ziang, and said with a Buddhist salute, "Amitabha, I don't know what the donor is doing when he comes to my Shaolin Temple?" ”

"I'm here for you" Chen Ziang said calmly, he had been observing this old monk, who seemed ordinary but was actually very hidden.

"Is there a mistake?" Wang Yuyan muttered quietly next to Chen Ziang, because this old monk looked too ordinary, and he didn't have the solemn feeling of Xuan Ci at all.

"For me? The donor is the first in the martial arts conference, I am just a sweeping monk in Shaolin Temple, and I guess I won't live for many years, what are you looking for me? The old monk smiled lightly, and the wrinkles on his face unfolded as he smiled.

"I want to come and talk to the master about martial arts," Chen Ziang said, clasping his hands into fists.

The old monk squinted slightly, sighed and said, "I have been in this Shaolin Temple for more than forty years, I can't remember whether it is forty-two or forty-three years, and it is the first time someone has called me master."

"That's because you didn't show your martial arts, otherwise I don't know how many people lined up to call you master" Chen Ziang still admires the sweeping monk very much, if it weren't for Xiao Feng and Murong Bo fighting in the plot, he would have to stop it, otherwise he would never reveal his anti-heaven cultivation.

"Monks, what do you care about so much fame and fortune? I won't do anything with you, and please leave," the old monk stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please.

"Even if I want to take your life, you won't fight back?"

"The old monk has long looked down on life and death, what is the difference between living one more day and living one less day? Donor, please take care of yourself," the old monk's face was as usual.

Chen Ziang couldn't help but make a difficulty, this kind of old monk who has cultivated himself in Buddhism all his life, maybe he really looked down on life and death as he said, although killing this old monk should be regarded as completing the task, but after all, he was a little unbearable.

Seeing that Chen Ziang was thinking, the sweeping monk picked up a broom and continued to sweep the fallen leaves and dust on the ground, no longer looking at him.

Chen Ziang's head flashed with a flash of inspiration, and he sneered and said, "Master, you are disrespectful to the Buddha."

The sweeping monk stopped his movements and said calmly, "I have been in Shaolin Temple for many years, and everything I say and do is to respect Buddhism. ”

"If you worship the Buddha, then you should fight with me"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Buddhism has a saying that killing is a sin, and you would rather be killed by me than fight me, damaging your own life, isn't it a big joke in the world?" Chen Ziang asked loudly.

"The donor is wrong, as the saying goes, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell, if the death of the old monk can make you repent, I would rather be killed by the donor" The sweeping monk said solemnly.

"No, you are wrong, if your death has no meaning to me, how can I repent? If I kill you and throw your body on the Buddha statue in the temple, I wonder if you will have a share of this sin? Do you have the face to see your Buddha after you die? Chen Ziang asked rhetorically.

"Donor, are you really so ruthless?" The old monk's cloudy eyes suddenly became a lot clearer, and he stared straight at Chen Ziang.

"Seriously!"

"Okay, then please donor and I will try it out, whether you win or lose, please leave," the old monk sighed and said.

"A word is a certainty" Chen Ziang nodded heavily, it was a promise to this old monk, he is now the peak bottleneck of the consummation period of the innate realm, if this can't beat the sweeping monk, then it can only be possible to break through to the realm of cultivating immortals.

However, according to what Coco said, Tianlong Babu is a martial arts plane, how can there be any possibility of breakthrough, Chen Ziang has reached the last innate bottleneck after obtaining the cultivation of Wuyazi, and this bottleneck cannot be broken through by absorbing people's internal force, so he can only think of other ways.

The old monk turned around and kowtowed three times to the temple where the Buddha statue was placed, then stood up and patted the dust on his body, and said, "The donor will go outside with me, and we will go to the back mountain to compete."

Chen Ziang knew that the sweeping monk was afraid that the movement of the two fighting would destroy the purity of Buddhism, so he followed him to the back mountain behind the Shaolin Temple, where there was a bamboo forest.

"Yu Yan, stand back"

The battle between himself and the sweeping monk must have spread widely, and it would not be good if Wang Yuyan was injured.

"Hmm" Wang Yuyan obediently retreated a long distance, almost out of the outside of the bamboo forest, and could only barely see the scene inside.

"Donor, please help," the sweeping monk said calmly.

The wind gently passed through the bamboo forest, making the bamboo leaves rustle.

Chen Zi is excited!

A signature dragon roar resounded through the bamboo forest, and the shadow of the dragon appeared in the bamboo forest, rolling up the bamboo leaves all over the ground, like an emerald green dragon.

The green dragon slammed into the sweeping monk, and the sweeping monk also stretched out his palm and slapped it forward, and there was a faint golden Buddha light flashing in his palm.

"Boom!!"

The two collided, disgusted with the huge air waves, blowing sand all over the sky.

Strangely, none of the flying sand and dust fell on the two of them.

"Amitabha, in my early years, I had seen the beggar gang Wang gang master perform the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, and the power was not as strong as the donor's eleven, and it was really a hero out of a young man," the sweeping monk said praisedly.

"The master praised it falsely, the power of your powerful Vajra palm is also really strong" Chen Ziang thought that the sweeping monk would use other tricks to resolve his eighteen palms of dragon descending, but he didn't expect to directly use the equally strong Vajra palm to hit hard.

From this simple fight, it can already be judged that the cultivation of this sweeping monk is the same as himself, and it is also the bottleneck of the consummation of the innate realm, and it cannot be broken through.

However, if you compare the means, Chen Ziang really doesn't believe that this sweeping monk's means will have more of his own, since the eighteen palms of the dragon can't be used, then use other methods!

"Master, be careful!"

One after another, the cicada-wing flying knives came out of Chen Ziang's hands, several times faster than the arrows shot by the bow that was drawn into a full moon!

Xiao Li Flying Knife!

The Xiao Li Flying Knife that he had obtained from Tang Bohu's Autumn Fragrance was already at the Grandmaster level, and it was even more powerful when it was displayed in the hands of Chen Ziang, who was congenitally perfect.

"What a quick secret weapon!" The sweeping monk's continuous dodging can always dodge at the moment when the flying knife almost hits, none of these dozens of flying knives hit the sweeping monk's body, but the bamboo behind him was cut off a lot by the flying knife.

"Well, master, shall I play you a tune?" Chen Ziang sat directly on the ground as he spoke, took out the guqin and put it on his lap.

"You're not fighting me?" The sweeping monk asked suspiciously.

Chen Ziang shook his head, smiled mysteriously, and then plucked the strings.

The melodious sound of the piano, supplemented by the breeze of the bamboo forest, makes the listener's soul washed.

When the song was about to be played, the sweeping monk said, "I didn't expect that the donor is not only superb in martial arts, but also in the piano, rare, rare."

"Wow~"

As the last note was played, the corners of Chen Ziang's mouth curled.

The sweeping monk noticed something strange and looked up at the sky suddenly.

A hundred-zhang long giant sword was suspended in the air, and the moment he looked up, the giant sword had already fallen with lightning speed.

There's no time to dodge!

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