Under the moon in the depths of winter, between the mountains and forests, I saw the leaves rattling softly, as if they were swept by the wind, and even the most shrewd hunter could not feel anything abnormal.

But a ghostly dark figure was speeding through.

Gray clothes, with a long knife at his waist, every time the tail of the knife is raised, it falls with the rhythm, moving with the wind, moving with the figure, without any sound, just slightly swinging in the air current.

Climbing on a tree near the back mountain, the dark shadow overlooks the situation in the distance.

The city is surrounded by yellow walls, with a tower, an attic, and a large hall inside.

In the center of the main hall, the jade-bodied Buddha with kind eyebrows and kind eyes can be faintly seen, as well as the monk's house inside.

The attic has a separate courtyard.

The tower, which was about nine stories high, had a strange texture, and the windows were airtight, and the chains in flowing golden Sanskrit could be faintly seen reflecting in the moonlight.

In addition, in the shadow of this yellow wall, there are many cross-legged golden-bodied Arhats, Xia Bai roughly calculated, there are at least seven or eight hundred monks, these monks have long sticks on their legs, and the temperament of the warrior monks outside is completely different.

In other words, no matter which angle you dive into, you will be the first to be discovered.

Not...

How good is that?

That can only be sneaked in through the main entrance.

The cold moon and cold smoke rose, and at some point on the stone steps of the back mountain, a gray-clothed figure walked, and before reaching the gate of the back mountain, the figure knocked on the door gently.

The knock on the door was very harsh in the empty night.

Not long after, a monk's voice came from behind the door: "Who is coming in the middle of the night?"

"A pilgrim. ”

"Pilgrim?" the monk's voice was puzzled, "If the donor wants to burn incense and worship the Buddha, wait until dawn to go to Shaomuro Mountain." You are in the wrong place, this is the Shaolin back mountain, and outsiders are not allowed to set foot on it. ”

"Where the moonlight shines, where the heart points to it, is the road. The road is here, the Buddha is here, my incense is in my hand, and this is where I burn incense and worship the Buddha. ”

An indifferent voice came from outside the door: "I'm here to fight Zen." ”

The monk was stunned for a moment, and didn't know how to refute it, but he didn't open the door, but just said, "Douchan is looking for the abbot, not here." ”

Boom!!!

The door was kicked open.

Behind the door, a gray figure with a knife walked out, the face expressionless and a little stiff.

The person who came was Xia Bai wearing a human skin mask.

"I'm fighting Wu Chan. ”

The gray long sleeves danced, and the young man said in a loud voice: "Great Shaolin, who will discuss Zen with me?"

When the monk saw that the door had been broken, he was furious and scolded, "You are so bold!!"

"What kind of sin are you asking about in front of the Buddha? But asking for sin on behalf of the Buddha? If you ask for sin on behalf of the Buddha, your anger is the anger of the Buddha?"

Xia Bai talked eloquently, walking forward step by step, and the momentum on his body gradually climbed.

The monk couldn't help but step back.

At this time, a voice came from the main hall of the Jade Buddha: "Yuanzhen, step aside, you are not the opponent of this benefactor." ”

The monk's face was full of shame, and he folded his hands and ran away.

A voice came from afar: "Why did the donor come?"

Xia Bai said: "Fighting Zen, and then asking for scriptures, the Buddha dreamed, let me come to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion today to have a look, and I came." ”

After a brief silence.

A voice came from the main hall of the Jade Buddha in the distance: "The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is in front of the donor, if the donor recognizes it, he can walk in, if he can't recognize it, then even if the old man takes you there, you can't get in." ”

Xia Bai held the knife and stepped out, and his figure was in front of the small attic on the left side of the main hall of the Jade Buddha, and the earth-colored deadwood door in front of the door was half-hidden and unlocked.

And the golden-bodied Arhats in the shadow of the yellow wall did not get up.

Xia Bai pushed the door and entered.

An old monk in the door was sweeping the floor under the moon.

"What scriptures to read?" the old monk asked softly.

"What kind of ground to sweep?" Xia Bai asked gently.

"There is dust on the ground, so sweep it often. ”

"Where's the dust? Why can't I see it?"

"If the donor can't see it, why bother asking for scriptures?"

"I can't put it down, so I begged. ”

"What can't the donor let go?"

"I can't let go of this world, so I begged. ”

Xia Bai said frankly that he vowed to welcome the new terrifying world that was short-lived in the blank history, so he was very frank in what he said.

"If you can't ask for it, why ask for it?"

"Hell is never empty, why can't the earth be a Buddha?"

"Amitabha. ”

The two spoke fiercely and exchanged words quickly, and the old monk said the Buddha's name, and continued to bury his head in sweeping the ground.

Xia Bai looked at the corner of the wall, and there was a broom, which he grabbed in the past.

After thinking about it, he temporarily hung the knife on his waist back to his waist, holding the bamboo handle of the long broom in one hand.

Since he is in the opponent's territory, he must follow the rules of the other party, so that he will not be considered to break in, but to win the fight before entering, this is his way of thinking.

Then, the little eunuch, who had been sweeping the floor in front of the Imperial Palace's Scripture Pavilion for more than ten years, picked up the familiar broom again.

Sweeping eunuch to sweeping monk.

Both were sweeping the floor.

The dust was completely suppressed on the ground, without boiling, not even half an inch up, just like a stream of ash surging calmly on the ground.

Ash swirled between the broomsticks, and then rushed across the ground towards the opposite side.

The moment of contact.

There was no loud sound, just two waves of gray with the same color, but they could not be fused together at all.

Squeeze, impact, and clear borders.

Like jagged, like ripples.

During this period, Xia Bai glanced at the sweeping monk opposite and looked at the information that caught his eye:

[Threat: 6]

[Exercise 1: Green Lantern Rulai Zen, Perfection, Brief Description: Shaolin's five major divine skills ranked second, proficient in the scriptures, and then grounded in Zen for five years, closed mouth Zen for five years, closed eyes Zen for five years, just immerse yourself in daily affairs every day, during which you can run the true qi track, you can be content and happy, your power will increase by itself, and the true yuan will condense like a treasure light. After consummation, you can set foot in the Xuanqi realm. 】

As for the Xuan Qi Realm?

Xia Bai stared slightly, but he already understood.

If a person who practices martial arts wants to practice internal strength, he must first pass through the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and this step has already blocked many people.

After penetrating, the twelve canons are connected.

After the epiphany, it is the three flowers that gather at the top, the five qi are the yuan, and the true yuan is condensed.

This is the first realm: the True Yuan Realm.

And the so-called Xuanqi.

What is Xuan?

The sky is mysterious, and the earth is invisible.

Xuanqi, that is, the qi of heaven and earth.

The killing spirit of the ram's family is Xuanqi.

The death qi of the slaughter family is Xuanqi.

The plague qi of the Ding family is Xuanqi.

The blood of the Ren family is Xuanqi.

And this old monk, who has been cultivating for decades, has obtained such a treasure light, which is also Xuanqi.

With Xuan Qi, for the people of the True Yuan Realm, it is to crush the heavens and the earth, destroy the withering and decaying, and naturally it is not on the same level.

Therefore, the previous Kuzen master, the thirty-two years of Zen exercises, even if the internal force was stacked to a hundred years, could not compete with Xia Bai.

And to a certain extent, the sword qi obtained by Xia Baidao's virtue scripture is also Xuanqi.

Now, the sword qi condensed against the Buddha qi, condensed on the ash stream, and collided with each other on the ground.

The two sweepers, both stepping on the ground, did not have any dust on the ground, and the end was extremely weird.

"The donor is the seventh in the world. ”

The sweeping old monk suddenly spoke, "The old man has never seen such a strong sword qi. ”

Xia Bai didn't panic, just asked softly, "Then what is the master's common name outside?"

The old monk who swept the floor smiled, "Name is something outside the body, what is enough to be an outsider? ”

"Oh. ”

Xia Bai answered.

The next moment, his whole body was burning, and with a bang, all the gray streams on the ground rolled up, and the edge became a blade, and the old monk was stunned, he never thought that this mysterious sword demon would directly use all his strength so quickly.

The sweeping monk didn't check for a while, so he could only carry the whole body exercises, and quickly wrapped the treasure light of the green lantern Rulai Zen on his body.

But even so, he was still blasted into the air by this sudden knife qi, and then slammed into the wall, and his internal organs were slightly displaced.

The old monk's throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Xia Bai used a lot of internal force just now, but at this time he was looking down on the old monk, "What the master said is right, the name is a thing outside the world, and now the one who has defeated the master is not the seventh in the world, but just a nameless person." The nameless person is now seeking to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to have a look, okay?"

The old monk smiled, but shook his head.

And suddenly, in the entire temple courtyard, heavy and dense footsteps sounded, and just a little listening, I knew that it was the golden-bodied Arhats running around the wall.

The temple was boiling.

"Sword Demon" is the seventh in the world to visit.

They deserve to be so courteous.

What's more, the Sword Demon and Shaolin already have a grudge, and this grudge should be settled today.

Xia Bai glanced at the sweeping monk coldly, kicked it suddenly, and scolded, "Fuck you stupid".

The old monk was caught off guard, and the whole person was kicked away like a ball again, hitting the wall on the other side, but with the true qi protection of the treasure light, he only felt a little pain, and it was not a big deal.

Xia Bai listened to the sound and knew that he couldn't enter the pavilion to find the forty-two chapters, so the whole person turned out of the courtyard, and the people were in a high place, and the eyes were all golden arhats holding cooked copper sticks, sweeping from all sides.

As soon as he swept his gaze, he saw the nine-story tower, the door of the tower was closed, only a little crack was exposed, and the body of the tower was entwined with countless chains, and under the moonlight, the golden Sanskrit was shining.

The man in gray didn't think about it, he pounced directly on the tower, and before Arhat could chase after him, the whole person squeezed into the crack in the door.

The door was unexpectedly wide, and his crushed body crawled under the crack in the door.

The more I climbed, the more speechless I became...

The thickness of this tower is a bit excessive.

Suddenly, he saw a gray thing crawling in the crack of the door on the opposite side, and the thing obviously found itself too, and the crawling action paused, and there was a gurgling turn, revealing a pair of terrifying eyes with only the whites of the eyes, and stared straight at it.

After staring at it for a moment, the terrible whites of his eyes blinked, revealing a strange look of joy, as if to say, "It's not easy to wait for a companion."

Xia Bai's mind flashed the name on the plaque on this tower, it seemed to be... Demon Tower.

So let the flattened face show a friendly smile.

Smiling is the default.

The gray thing froze for a moment, then rolled out some horrible lips and smiled friendlyly, with a dense row of jagged fangs in the lips.

Outside the tower, the Arhats looked for it strangely over and over again, but they found that the invading sword demon seemed to have evaporated from the world, and there was no trace at all.