"Nan Wu Amitabha, the two donors seem to have gone mad, I can't bear to see this, I can only do my best!" Zan Chengshuang stood on the side of Huan Weibo.

"Old monk, don't be busy with other things first, shouldn't the account between you and me be counted?" Murong Jiu stood opposite Zan Chengshuang.

"Two elder brothers, let's see the younger brother shoot first, this Zan Chengshuang has injured the monks of Tianlong Temple, and he also has a grudge against my country. Duanyu hurriedly said.

"Everyone, listen to me! These outsiders are not good things! But after all, some countries have been defeated, like a disease that has become terminally ill, and that country is our enemy, so I think it is better to kill Park Xiuping and Cao Hanlin and his son first!" Wang Jiaze continued to advocate.

"Hmph, Wang Jiaze, the matter between you and Huan Weibo hasn't been explained clearly!" asked thousands of elders of the Huazi Gang.

"Oh, isn't it that until now, you still think about Cao Hanlin's good dog thief, and you want to watch him bring the martial arts of the White Horse Temple back to his own kingdom and destroy us in the future?"

As soon as these words came out, although several elders of the Huazi Gang were angry, they were also speechless, and many people in the rivers and lakes were also instigated by him, and the father and son present were all great enemies, but if they really fought, the latter was the first priority target.

Then, just as the great war was about to start, another loyal word came......

"Amitabha. A strong voice swirled around the ears and seemed to hover directly in everyone's mind.

"Amitabha. The voice was indecisive and seemed to come straight to everyone's mind.

The more profound the martial arts people present, the clearer they listened, and the martial arts of the people who spoke had reached the realm of transcendence!

But seeing the sound of rustling around, an old monk with a calm face walked over while sweeping the ground......

Hey, Master, come here, your job isn't here!

The pavilion keeper is obviously a good disciple of the White Horse Temple, and his work is not divided into inside and outside, and he swept all the way from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to the main hall.

"The masters present have all given me some caution, there are wicked people in front, don't go any further!" A low-level monk hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him.

With their martial arts, they obviously couldn't feel the powerful power contained in the slightly thin body of this dumb sweeping monk.

Didn't notice the observation of the real master present on this old monk.

Judging from everyone's reactions, the gap between them can also be seen, Huan Weibo, Park Xiuping, Cao Hanlin, Murong Jiu, Duanyu and Zan Cheng are particularly dignified.

And Chou Jianian, Lang Xiaohan, Zhan Tianhua and others were just puzzled, and slightly felt that this person's internal strength was extremely deep, and he might exceed his own level.

In the future, such as the elders of the Flower Gang and the like, most of them felt strange, and instinctively felt that the old monk was strange.

"Well, what wicked people I have never seen...... These two donors, we are also old acquaintances, and we are also regular customers of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion. You people, there is some turmoil on the rivers and lakes, and you forget that we are all monks, and you won't even sweep this hall......" The old monk said in a stunned tone.

At this time, only the disciples of the White Horse Temple recognized it, wasn't this old monk the one who swept the floor in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?

This person doesn't have a name, he looks very old, he seems to be just a worker in the temple, he shaved his own degree and became a monk, in detail, he is not even a disciple of the White Horse Temple, so few people know him, just look at him every day sweeping the floor diligently, the White Horse Temple does not lack a mouthful of rice, and no one makes him powerful.

"Oh, you seem to have known about our stealing of the scriptures, and how long have you been here?" asked Huan Weibo.

"How long has it been? I can't remember how long it has been...... By the way, the first time you came to peek at the scriptures, I had been here for more than ten years. Not long after you came, another layman also came, and every time he turned the scriptures in the cabinet into pieces, and asked me to clean them for you......"

Murong Jiu secretly rejoiced when he heard this, and said in his heart If you weren't cleaning the Scripture Pavilion, maybe the White Horse Temple would have discovered that this scripture was often stolen.

Most of the people present at this time felt that this old guy was pretending to be a ghost, and the two of them had such high martial arts skills, and no one noticed the entire Xiangguo Temple, so you found out about it as a cleaner?

Even Huan Weibo and Park Xiuping, who felt that this person was not simple, didn't believe it.

But the sweeper said unhurriedly: "I remember that when this old monk first came, he borrowed a book of sword skills, and since then, this old monk has embarked on a road of no return. Who would have thought that you would turn a deaf ear, find a cheatbook of stick methods, and go with joy...... Obsessed with these trivial martial arts cheats, but no longer concerned about the great principles that make people good, it is really a calf to return the pearl......"

After teaching Park Xiuping a lesson, Huan Weibo naturally couldn't run, and the two of them were chilled by the sweeping man's back.

The two of them only know that their martial arts are outstanding, they despise the heroes of the world, and they have slandered in their hearts, what can the first major faction Xiangguo Temple do, isn't it that they have stolen thirty years of martial arts without knowing it?

And today I found out that I had been discovered since the first time I borrowed it!

Murong Jiu thought about it for a moment, if he was there, every time he was elated, there was an old man sighing behind him...... Sure enough, it's not your average horror.

“...... And you, Zan Chengshuang, you are also a high-ranking monk who is well versed in Buddhism, and you don't even know how to be sophisticated, and you don't have the slightest idea of compassion in your heart, but you are addicted to those techniques of fighting for strength and ruthlessness, and you don't know that you are in great trouble now. ”

"Nonsense!"

Zan Chengshuang's face was gloomy now, as if he had been poked in his sore spot, and he was no longer polite, and directly raised his palm and struck at the pavilion guard.

Most of the monks of the White Horse Temple, who don't know the inside story, have already exclaimed on the spot.

However, I saw that the sweeping man only raised his palm slightly, as if he was slowly blocking the palm power of the flame knife, and now he was silent, and his palm power was invisible!

Murong Jiu, who was accustomed to performing by similar means, frowned, and felt that the skill of the pavilion keeper was completely different from his own mirror heaven and earth.

It's not a means to drive the attack away, and it's not like it's hard resistance, so it's really a little incomprehensible.

Murong Jiu claimed that after studying the world's martial arts in this world, he could make himself unable to understand martial arts, and today was the first time he had seen it.