When Shen Jialuo was studying the "Sunflower Treasure Book", Su Mo had successfully passed the entrance test of Shaolin Temple and became a lay disciple. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Every day, except for the routine basic cultivation such as Zama steps, carrying water and other things, he spends most of his time by the side of an old monk.

The old monk was very old, with a sparse long snow-white beard, a wrinkled face, and a thin body, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind.

Su Mo asked many people, but no one could tell his origin, only that when everyone came, this old monk was already in the Shaolin Temple.

The old monk has no name or legal name, always holding a worn-out broom, and begins to clean the Shaolin Temple every day when the bell rings, including the inner courtyard, the Buddha hall and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

His sense of existence is extremely low, and without Su Mo asking, many people have even forgotten about his existence.

Su Mo always followed the old monk, and sometimes talked to him when he was free.

He talked about the things he experienced when he was a child, such as the neighbor's child falling into the manure pit, going to swim on the dam with his friends, being caught by the adults and pumped with a belt......

The old monk never took care of him, like a mute, or a clockwork with good clockwork, and went about his own thing.

"He's too old to understand you."

"With this kind of idle time, you might as well take a horse step or pick up two buckets of water and come back."

"You're crazy too......"

"I didn't expect a fool to come in with us."

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The attitude of the lay disciples around him gradually changed, and in just three days, they began to distance themselves from him.

Su Mo didn't care at all, he trusted his own judgment.

He remembers very well that he was on a mission, in order to ambush a gang of drug dealers, he lay on the roof of the building for two whole days, during which he did not get a drop of water, it was still summer, and by the time the mission was completed, his chest had been blurred with flesh and blood by the hot cement floor, and his back was a mess.

In any case, what he has is patience.

Seven days later.

The old monk was sweeping the ground in the courtyard outside the Scripture Pavilion.

He was very light and slow, starting from under the eaves, and sweeping everything cleanly.

Su Mo had just come back from fetching water, he was wearing a gray shirt, holding another broom, and started to sweep from the other side.

In the past two days, he has found a pattern, as long as he cleans some places, this old monk will not sweep them.

On the contrary, if he swept it but it was not clean, the old monk would sweep it again, as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

At first, Su Mo was a little puzzled, but slowly he got used to it, and every time he cleaned the place, he had to make sure that the dust was clean.

After about an hour, the old monk stopped, put down the broom, sat cross-legged under a large locust tree, and silently stunned.

It looks like it's in a daze!

His eyes looked into the distance without focus, and he looked like he was wandering out of the world.

Su Mo sat cross-legged next to him, calming his mind without saying a word, and his consciousness fell into an ethereal spirit.

Such a state inexplicably made him feel enjoyed, as if a lot of troubles would be expelled from his consciousness, and the whole person became fluttering.

Some of the monks and lay disciples who passed by looked at the two of them pointingly, and walked away quickly.

Daylight gradually tilts.

A sudden commotion came from outside, and soon swept over the side like a tidal wave.

Su Mo and the old monk opened their eyes one after another.

A red figure swept through the air, coming directly through the high courtyard wall.

That person is in the air, like a big bird soaring, and every time his toes are on the branches, walls or roofs, he can fly more than ten meters.

Su Mo's eyes straightened: This is the real martial arts master!

When he first came to this world, Su Mo thought it was great when he watched those senior brothers who had been cultivating for a year or two break a green brick with one punch and cross the courtyard wall in three steps.

After all, the best soldier king he had ever seen was worthy of doing this.

Now, seeing the "flying man" in the sky, he knows what a real master is.

is the original Song Chao, compared with this person, it is like a cloud and mud.

"Who is he, and how can he be so powerful?" Su Mo was shocked in his heart.

When he saw that the man's direction was exactly this way, he couldn't help but feel a little panic in his heart.

When he tilted his head slightly and looked at the old monk with his eyelids lowered and who didn't care about himself, Su Mo's heart calmed down a little.

It didn't take long for Su Mo to see the face of the man in red clearly, it was a woman smeared with rouge, but it gave him a slightly weird feeling.

She came like a big bird in the air and landed steadily on the ground in front of the Scripture Pavilion.

Su Mo was guessing the identity of this woman when he suddenly heard a thick voice from above: "Dongfang is undefeated, why did you break into my Shaolin office?" ”

Su Mo's expression was stunned, and he looked at the woman in red with a little shock: "She turned out to be undefeated in the East!" ”

Immediately, he felt the sound of hunting wind above his head, and it was three great monks wearing robes.

"Master Founder...... I thought you were dead. Dongfang Undefeated raised his orchid finger and looked at the bald monk in the middle with a smile.

There is no joy or sorrow on the face of the square.

"I heard that Shaolin Temple has seventy-two stunts, as well as the two top martial arts of "Yijin Sutra" and "Washing the Pulp Sutra", I want to borrow a look, I don't know if it's possible?" Dongfang Undefeated smiled.

"The East is undefeated, you are wishful thinking!" A monk beside Fang Zheng said.

Su Mo looked sideways and saw a group of bronzed-skinned monks coming in the distance with sticks.

He had already recognized that it was none other than the seventy-two first disciples of the Luohan Hall.

There was an atmosphere of solemnity in the entire Shaolin Temple, and countless monks gathered outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Dongfang was undefeated and was heavily surrounded, but the expression on her face was very determined.

The old monk was still unmoved, his eyes were cloudy, faintly with compassion.

Su Mo's heart relaxed slightly.

As for Dongfang Undefeated, who was confronting everyone, it seemed that his patience had been exhausted, and he finally made a move.

She moved as fast as a ghost, and Su Mo could only see a red shadow floating around in the crowd, with a ray of silver light in it.

After all, Shaolin Temple has an extraordinary heritage, and a group of monks dragged the East undefeated with crowd tactics after all.

Seeing that there was still a steady stream of monks rushing in outside, replacing some injured monks, a hint of mockery appeared on the corner of Dongfang Undefeated's mouth.

A hint of worry flashed on the face of the Master of Evidence who was confronting her, and instinctively told him that something bad was going to happen.

Under his gaze, Dongfang Undefeated suddenly dodged and flew back, like a dexterous paper kite, and in an instant he reached the top of a big tree in the middle of the courtyard, took out a bottle of red liquid in a glass bottle from his arms, coldly glanced at the bald monk below, and poured it into his mouth.