"Donor, in just three days, you have seen all the exercises of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, if it is useless to leave, why vent your anger on these secrets!" The nameless old monk was forced out by Yun Yi from the shadow of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and he had no choice but to join the ten ways. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Sure enough, there are people!" Yun Yi was shocked in his heart, this old monk was in this scripture pavilion for the past three days, and he didn't find it at all, fortunately this old monk had no bad intentions, otherwise he would be shocked when he thought about it.

"The master has atoned for his sins! This is just a means for the younger generation to force you out!" Yun Yi also folded his hands and said to the old monk, he looked the old monk in front of him up and down, only to see that he was extremely thin, wearing a gray linen monk's robe, his clothes were rough and full of patches, no matter how he looked at it, he was an ordinary old monk sweeping the floor, there was nothing unusual.

But Yun Yi knows that the more advanced the martial artist, the more difficult it is to see through, and cultivating to reach the peak can naturally return to the basics, just like ordinary people.

"I don't know how many generations of sweeping monks are the predecessors?" Yun Yi's heart moved, and he suddenly asked tentatively. He was sure that the old monk in front of him was definitely not the sweeping monk in Tianlong, and no matter how high his martial arts practice was, he would still be a human after all. If it were really a person, wouldn't it be a terrestrial Buddha!

There may be such a person in the world, but there can never be such a character in this Jin Yong's martial arts world!

"Well, the donor actually knows about the Shaolin sweeping monk!" As soon as he heard Yun Yi's question, the sweeping monk's originally dim and pale eyes suddenly lifted, and their essence overflowed. His old face was wrinkled, and his eyes were full of the light of wisdom and enlightenment, as if he wanted to see through Yun Yi inside and out.

The sweeping monk hesitated for a moment and spoke, "The sweeping monk's lineage has always been a secret that my Shaolin has never passed on! I don't know who this donor's surname is, and where did he know it?"

Yun Yi's body was tense, and he faintly felt that the sweeping monk's body exuded a thick and strong qi like a mountain, and the majesty came over, which made people's hearts tense.

"Master! Definitely a master! Even more so than whatever I do!" Yun Yi made a judgment in his heart, I am afraid that he will not be able to answer this question well, and this sweeping monk will do it in the next moment.

He thought about it, and said half-truthfully, "The younger generation Lin Pingzhi! The younger generation once read a secret book, it is rumored that during the Northern Song Dynasty, there were sweeping monks in the Shaolin Temple who hid in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and came out of nowhere, and rescued the Shaolin Temple and the danger several times!"

"I see!" When the sweeping monk heard the ten words in succession, he couldn't help but believe it a little in his heart. As far as he knew, Lin Yuantu, the ancestor of Lin Ping, was originally a Zen master of Duyuan in the South Shaolin Temple in Putian. The north and south of Shaolin are originally from the same lineage, so it is not surprising to know such a secret.

At this time, the sweeping monk glanced at Yun Yi, "It turned out to be the sword demon who is rumored on the rivers and lakes today, disrespectful and disrespectful! The sweeping monk has been passed down since the Song Dynasty, and it is already the eighth generation of the poor monk!"

"Is the eighth generation of sweeping monks? He didn't leave the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion but he knew the affairs of the rivers and lakes! This old monk is so keenly perceptive!" Yun Yi was secretly surprised in his heart.

It is worthy of being a thousand-year-old temple and the leader of martial arts.

He didn't expect that there was such a big master hidden in Shaolin Temple. Yun Yi finally understood his previous doubts. Why did Fang Zheng rest assured that such a precious martial arts secret book would not be taken away in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, with such a great god in charge, who could steal a secret book?

"I don't know what the senior's legal name is?" Yun Yichi asked.

"After entering the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, I swept the floor and asked the Buddha's heart. Everything is false, what is the Dharma name?" the eighth generation sweeping monk did not answer directly, but he made a sharp move.

Yun Yi folded his hands and bowed respectfully, knowing that this person in front of him was a real great monk. He has already understood the meaning of this sentence, what the old monk wants to say is that since he has entered the vein of sweeping monks and worshiped Buddhist scriptures for life, what does it matter if there is no number?

Forget yourself, give up the Dharma name, and be a devout Buddha born monk!

Yun Yi sighed in his heart, although he didn't agree with some things in this world, he always had to stay in awe.

"Your Excellency's swordsmanship is superb, and he also has the Dafa of absorbing stars, and he has long been among the first-class masters in the rivers and lakes. I don't know what secrets in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of this temple are worthy of your attention! In the past three days and three nights, the poor monk has seen you flip through the scriptures day and night, but you are not moved, which is really strange to the poor monk!"

Yun Yi smiled lightly and asked rhetorically, "Why does the master ask knowingly?"

The sweeping monk was silent for a moment, and suddenly spoke: "The donor has the Dafa of absorbing stars, and he will suffer from the backlash of different kinds of true qi, and in today's world, only the Yijin Sutra can be solved. The benefactor sneaked into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion just for this secret book, not that the poor monk was right!"

"Master's eyes are like torches!The juniors have come to this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for the Yijin Sutra!" Yun Yi nodded.

The fact that the donor can admit it shows that he is also a righteous and bright person, not a hypocrite. The sweeping monk nodded, with appreciation in his eyes, "Then let the donor know! According to the rules of Shaolin Temple, the true copy of the Yijin Sutra must be kept by the abbot." There is no Yijin Sutra in this scripture pavilion. Even if the donor looks for another ten days and ten nights, he won't be able to find it!"

"I see!" Yun Yi nodded, believing a little in his heart, but not all of it.

He heard the word "original" from the mouth of the sweeping monk, and since there was a genuine copy, there was also a copy. Even if it doesn't, it doesn't necessarily mean that there is really no inheritance of the Yijin Sutra in this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Recalling the description of the first generation of sweeping monks in the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon, Yun Yi had a bold speculation in his heart.

This sweeping monk has been unknown in the rivers and lakes since the time of Tianlong, and it has been passed down for eight generations in this Xiaoao Jianghu. This sweeping monk may play the role of a protector in the Shaolin Temple. The so-called protector is the person who protects the Shaolin Zen Taoist system. Other than that, nothing in the rivers and lakes is in their hearts.

Since he is a protector, protect the Dharma lineage. Yun Yi speculated in his heart that this Yijin Sutra may really not be in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but it does not mean that this sweeping monk does not know the content of the Yijin Sutra.

"If the junior didn't guess wrong!Although this Yijin Sutra is not in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but as a Shaolin protector, if the master does not write down the Yijin Sutra in his heart, he can't say it in a reasonable way!" Yun Yi chuckled lightly and asked slowly.

"Amitabha!" The sweeping monk folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name, but he did not answer.

Yun Yi knew in his heart that the monks did not lie, and he really guessed correctly, this sweeping monk definitely knew the full text of the Yijin Sutra. was asked by himself, this sweeping monk couldn't lie, he could only keep his mouth shut.

"I don't know how the master can teach the Yijin Sutra to the juniors?" Yun Yi no longer hidden, and asked bluntly.

"The Yijin Sutra is the personal transmission of the Bodhidharma Patriarch, except for the abbot of Shaolin Temple, no one else is allowed to pass it on privately, not even Lao Qu is no exception!" The sweeping monk's tone was indifferent, refusing to let people go thousands of miles away, and there was no room for relaxation.

"It seems that it doesn't make sense anymore!You can only come hard!" Yun Yi secretly thought in his heart when he saw this, "Then master, offended!"

A cold light exploded in the air, and the sword was unsheathed!

Yun Yi's body was like electricity, and the human sword was one, shooting straight towards the sweeping monk.

A fiery light appeared in his eyes, burning everything.

At this moment, compared to the Yijin Sutra, he wants to know which is stronger, the Dugu inheritance or the Dharma inheritance?