Zhao Feng went straight to Shaolin, he wanted to see what the Shaolin Temple in this world looked like, and he also wanted to see what the martial arts people here looked like, and more importantly, he wanted to find Xuzhu.

It didn't take long for Zhao Feng to reach the Shaolin Temple.

The moment Zhao Feng pushed open the gate of Shaolin Temple, his whole person was momentarily stunned.

This Shaolin Temple is really big!!

Zhao Feng looked around and saw the majestic buildings, and he was quite surprised in his heart.

"Amitabha! Donor, please stop! At this time, the disciple of the gate stopped Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng reined in his thoughts, and said to the guard disciple with his hands folded: "The disciple's surname is Zhao, but he is a chivalrous man, passing by here, and came to ask for advice. ”

"I see. Your Excellency, please come in. The guard disciple hurriedly left.

After Zhao Feng's followers guarded the disciples through several corridors, they finally came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the Shaolin Temple.

"Senior brother, who is this benefactor?" A middle-aged man looked at Zhao Feng suspiciously.

"Oh, this is Lord Zhao." The guard disciple responded.

"Master Zhao, please!"

The middle-aged man made a "please" gesture, Zhao Feng nodded, and followed him in.

In the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, there are more than a dozen old monks sitting cross-legged on the futon and chanting quietly. Zhao Feng followed the guard disciples to wander around the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for a long time.

"Master Zhao, shall I take you to visit the Shaolin Temple?" The guard disciple said.

"Okay!" Zhao Feng readily agreed.

Shaolin Temple is a historic martial arts mecca, and it has a history of hundreds of years.

There are many books in the Zangjing Pavilion, countless secret books of various martial arts, and many precious classics.

"Master Zhao, if you want to learn martial arts, I can teach you instead of my uncle." Guarding the disciple Dao.

Zhao Feng shook his head and said, "I'm just here to play." ”

"Oh......" The guard disciple didn't say anything more, and took Zhao Feng to continue wandering around the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

Suddenly, Zhao Feng stopped and looked somewhere, there was a person there, intently sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground, and the fallen leaves around him quickly gathered together in a whirlpool shape with the air current.

"What kind of martial arts is this?" Zhao Feng muttered, he felt that this set of martial arts had a familiar feeling.

"Master Zhao, that is my uncle, he is practicing sweeping skills." The guard disciple introduced with a grin.

Zhao Feng didn't think it was simply sweeping the floor.

Because that person's internal force fluctuates extremely strongly, it is obviously not just an ordinary sweeping exercise.

The monks walked around and swept the piles of fallen leaves, but the monk didn't think so, and swept away in silence

Fallen leaves.

Zhao Feng looked at the monk silently, and the little monk next to him who led the way for him called him several times but did not see Zhao Feng react, so he said "Amitabha" to Zhao Feng and walked away.

The fallen leaves came to life in the hands of the monk one by one,

Spun rapidly, as if trying to break free from the monk's grasp.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard they tried, it was to no avail.

Eventually, all the fallen leaves paused in the air for a second before falling to the ground.

The monk opened his eyes and stood up, and then slowly walked towards Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng's face was solemn and he looked at him vigilantly.

The monk looked at Zhao Feng, a faint smile appeared on his face, and said softly, "You are very good." ”

Zhao Feng was a little stunned when he heard that the monk was talking to him.

"Dare to ask the seniors their names?" Zhao Feng hugged his fists.

The monk smiled and said, "Anonymous." ”

Zhao Feng frowned, but did not speak.

The monk continued: "Your internal cultivation has reached the realm of transformation, and you are already close to the realm of consummation, and over time, you will definitely be able to reach the innate level. ”

Hearing the monk's evaluation, Zhao Feng was slightly stunned, and a huge wave set off in his heart.

He has the blessings of the system, and he has never worried about his internal strength, and this "anonymous" monk can see it at a glance.

Zhao Feng looked at the monk, his eyes full of admiration.

"Since the seniors can see the martial arts of the juniors, could it be that you have reached the innate realm?" Zhao Feng asked tentatively.

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Chapter 100: Sweeping Monk

Sort of! The monk replied.

Zhao Feng couldn't help but gasp.

"Hehe, little one, don't be nervous. Your roots are extraordinary, and you have great perseverance and wisdom, and you will surpass your old man in the future. The monk patted Zhao Feng on the shoulder.

Zhao Feng smiled bitterly: "The juniors now only hope that one day they can repay the seniors for saving their lives." ”

The monk waved his hand and said, "I don't need you to repay, you and I are fate, and today's encounter is the fate of you and me." ”

"Serendipity?" Zhao Feng asked puzzled.

"Hehe......"

The monk was noncommittal.

After that, he didn't pay attention to Zhao Feng anymore, and swept the fallen leaves on the ground by himself.

Although Zhao Feng was a little curious, he didn't ask much.

He could see that the monk was reluctant to talk about his identity.

The two of them silently swept the fallen leaves on the ground, and neither of them spoke.

Zhao Feng's gaze fell on the side face of the monk, and he didn't know why, he always felt that this monk gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

Until Zhao Feng couldn't stand this oppressive atmosphere, he bowed to the monks and walked around the temple.

"System, give a hint, who is he? How come I don't remember the ...... in the Celestial Dragon"

"Hint, this plot character does not belong to the task, and the system has no right to inform the host information." The system said coldly.

"Damn!" Zhao Feng scolded secretly.

Zhao Feng recalled hard that there was such a master in Shaolin.

Wait a minute!

Sweeper.

Zhao Feng suddenly became enlightened, that person must be a sweeping monk.

After solving the doubts in his heart, Zhao Feng decided to find Xuzhu.

At this time, Xuzhu should not have gone down the mountain, and he was still a small monk in the Shaolin Temple.

Zhao Feng came to the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and then asked the guard disciples, "Little master, I want to ask, do you have a little monk named Xuzhu in Shaolin Temple?"

"Xuzhu?" The guard disciple scratched his head and said, "I don't know much about this."

"Uh......" Zhao Feng smiled awkwardly.

This scripture pavilion is so big, he can't ask one by one.

Zhao Feng sighed, and then said, "Little master, please help me ask."

"Hmm...... All right! The guard disciple hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

The door of the Pavilion was pushed open.

A young white-clothed monk walked in slowly, and the little monk looked lazy.

"Xuzhu?" Zhao Feng's eyes widened.

"Huh?" The little monk raised his head, blinked in confusion, and said, "You are ......"

"Haha...... The little monk is so cute. Zhao Feng laughed.

The little monk pursed his lips and asked, "What are you looking for a poor monk?"

"Today, the master also looked for the poor monk and told the poor monk to go down the mountain." Just hear him mutter.

Zhao Feng said with a smile: "That's right, let's go down the mountain together!"

The little monk was stunned when he heard this, but he still nodded and agreed.

Chapter 100: Sweeping Monk