The sweeping monk's palm finally landed firmly on Ye Wei with an undodging momentum.

The ground in front of the Scripture Pavilion was beaten down half an inch in an instant, and an earth-shaking vibration erupted, shaking Xuan Lin and the others who were watching the battle from a distance almost fell on the spot. The already crumbling Scripture Pavilion collapsed in an instant when the vibration came.

A sweeping wind followed, sweeping away the dirt, fallen leaves, and splinters of wood that splashed on the ground.

"This ...... Could it be the power of the Buddha?" Xuan Nan lay on the ground, and the desire to fight to the death with Ye Wei before coming had been completely lost, and he only hoped that after this battle, he could worship under the seat of the unknown monk and listen to the Buddha's teachings.

However, as soon as Xuan Nan looked up, he saw a scene that frightened him.

Dressed in hunting clothes and beard, a demon-like figure stood in the middle of the storm, cracking its mouth at the moment, revealing its neat big teeth, and laughing: "Haha!

The sweeping monk glared at Ye Wei incredulously, and his eyes were also full of enlightenment.

An incredible change has taken place in Guy Yewei's body-

"The host stimulates the five elements of yin and yang vitality seeds in the body, and can use the Seven Injuries Fist for extremely inefficient exercises, and it is recommended that the host deduce the Seven Injuries Fist or find a higher level of exercises. ”

"Do you really have to be beaten to make progress? Deduce the follow-up exercises of the Seven Injuries Fist? Now that you don't have a dime of luck, you can deduce an egg? Anyway, the higher-level exercises of the Five Elements Yin and Yang Yuan Qi can't be the secret of longevity, right?"

Shaking his head and throwing these thoughts out of his mind, Ye Wei looked at the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk who has broken out in the strongest state, in the original book, Xiao Feng can beat him back several steps, and Ye Wei also wants to try.

"Amitabha!" The sweeping monk didn't know if he realized anything, or because he was worried about being beaten by Ye Wei, so he folded his hands and nodded in thanks, "Poor monk, thank you for the guidance of Lord Ye." ”

After speaking, the sweeping monk stretched out his hand, which was the technique of Qinglong to control the crane, grabbed his broom in his hand, and then threw it out.

I saw the sweeping monk stepping on a broom, coming to make a move to cross the river, or maybe a reed crossing the river, anyway, he looked like he was bullying Ye Wei and had no light skills, and he drifted away.

"It's so angry!" Ye Wei slapped his heart-shattering palm at the back of the sweeping monk, but hit the empty space. Although he had the upper hand in face and Lizi also got the seeds of the Five Elements Yin and Yang Vitality, Ye Wei and the sweeping monk felt a little aggrieved from the beginning to the end of the contact - he always felt that he had lost something, and he couldn't say it.

As soon as Ye Wei turned around, he saw Xuan Nan and the others lying on the ground, and said with a cruel smile: "Anyway, a few of you, are you dissatisfied with my dissolution of Shaolin?"

"No! absolutely not!" Xuan Nan and the others shook their heads with sincere expressions, as if they just happened to be passing by.

"What is this master called, what did he do before?"

"The poor monk is difficult, and he is the first seat of the precept institute. ”

"Xuanyan, since the Shaolin Temple has been disbanded, are you interested in serving the Great Song Dynasty?" Ye Wei asked lightly, but his momentum was fierce.

Fang Cai Xuan and the others were almost crossed by the sweeping monk, but after Ye Wei resisted the final blow from the sweeping monk, the effect was all dissipated.

"Don't dare to disobey the orders of the Ti Haku. "Now the hearts of Xuan Nan and the others are full of fear of Ye Wei, now that Ye Wei has a request, how dare they refuse? Not to mention serving the Great Song Dynasty, even if they want to use the Shaolin Dragon Claw to rub their backs for Ti Shi, they are willing.

"That's good, I'll repair a book, and you can go to the planter's account to listen to it. What you have to do in the future is similar to when you were in the Discipline Academy, but in the past you taught monks, and in the future, you can only teach soldiers, you know what I mean? ”

As soon as they heard that they couldn't propagate Buddhism in the army, Xuan Nan and the others immediately turned bitter, but who let them run over by themselves?

Ye Wei then said: "Having said that, if you can help the Great Song Border Army suppress all disobedience on the border and stop the war with force, it is also a merit for you, isn't it?"

The battle between Ye Wei and the sweeping monk ended, and the Shaolin Temple became empty in the blink of an eye.

The title deed of a dry field is now stacked in the center of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and Fang La is watching. After the people from the Xiazhou Prefecture came, they first registered and made a register, and then sorted out the land and property that were cleverly seized and returned one by one, and the rest was used as military funds - these were all promised by the Great Song royal family before they came.

As for those who are traitors in the Shaolin monks, since Shaolin is disbanded, they are civilians, and they should follow the laws of the Great Song Dynasty.

After the Shaolin was scavenged, Ye Wei finally waited for the news he wanted.

Xuzhu appeared.

It was only said that a few hours ago, the monks of the Xuanzi generation made a plan, and Xuan Ci would take the blame, hoping to eliminate Ye Wei's anger, and Xuan Ci walked out of the Daxiong Treasure Book with urine for a while.

But seeing Xuan Ci shaking his head sadly in the back mountain bamboo forest, sighing, an ugly monk with a birthmark on his face stepped forward.

"Abbot, what's the matter with a sigh?"

"The Shaolin Temple is over. ”

"What's wrong with the Shaolin Temple? Is there going to be an earthquake?"

"It's nobody. ”

Master Abbot said with a smile, how could there be no one in the temple with so many monks? ”

Xuan Ci shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Then little monk, tell me, how many people are in this Shaolin Temple?"

"That's too many, I can't count them. ”

"Just two!"

"Two, me and you, and what are they?" the little monk's teeth began to chatter, obviously frightened.

Xuan Ci smiled bitterly and shook his head: "One is 'name', and the other is 'profit', silly boy, what's your name?"

"My name is Xuzhu," Xuzhu muttered secretly, "The abbot said that I was stupid, as if I had committed a lie...... precept"

"Seeing each other is fate, this is for you. Xuan Ci took off his bracelet and put it in the palm of his hand.

"Abbot, what is this?"

"Ye Wei, the first warrior of the Great Song Dynasty, is coming, and the fall of Shaolin Temple is imminent, and I can't count on those brothers. When I return to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, you take my bracelet to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to find the Yijin Sutra, and then immediately go down the mountain. ”

"Going down the mountain, is the abbot going to expel me from Shaolin?"

"What expelled from Shaolin, get the Yijin Sutra, you are Shaolin, stupid!" Xuan Ci somehow, when he saw the ugly monk Xuzhu, his painting style was almost wrong.

"I'm Shaolin? Why can't I understand? If I'm Shaolin, what am I going to do?" Xuzhu was also a little flustered, and said that the abbot had committed another false precept.

"You can do anything, alas. Xuan Ci didn't expect that Xuzhu didn't have any subjective initiative at all, thought about it, and took out a jade Buddha from his arms, "You take this, go to the Ethereal Peak of the Tianshan Mountains, find a living dead Xiaoyaozi, and ask him to deal with Ye Wei." ”

"Looking for a dead man to deal with Ye Wei?"

"Heaven is like this, you can go. ”

"Abbot, I'm just the last disciple of Shaolin, I'm just afraid of ......"

"Everything pays attention to fate, go quickly. ”

......

The entrance of the Scripture Pavilion.

"Little monk, what are you looking for?"

"The abbot asked me to take the Yijin Sutra to the Ethereal Peak to Xiaoyaozi. ”

"Well, why bother. The sweeping monk shook his head, seemingly disdainful of Xuan Ci's decision.

"Ah, master?" Xuzhu looked at the sweeping monk with a puzzled expression, "What about the Yijin Sutra?"

"Here you go. The sweeping monk threw it casually, and a scripture book flew from nowhere, and went straight to Xuzhu's chest.

"Master Xie. Xuzhu hurriedly took it.

"Walk from the back mountain, that's already here. ”