Looking at the slightly thin old figure on the opposite side, Murong Fu slowly fell silent, although he knew very little about the past of the sweeping monk, but from the slightly plain words of the sweeping monk, he understood very clearly how much hardship and effort the latter had paid in those years to win the reputation of Nan Murong in the rivers and lakes.

Leaving home at a young age, the sweeping monk is still only a weak-crowned teenager, but just because he wants to prove himself, he has been away from home for more than ten years...... Nan Murong, who grew up step by step to be admired by everyone in the rivers and lakes, just to prove that he is not only the son of Murong Longcheng, but also himself, Murong Xin.

The fascinating family background, the father who crisscrossed the rivers and lakes, not only failed to let him indulge in the illusory bubble, nor did it corrode his indomitable heart, but on the contrary, it became the whetstone for him to step into the peak of the powerhouse!

All this is just for one day, he can stand in front of Murong Longcheng like a strong man, and tell the father who has no rival in the rivers and lakes that he is not the son of Murong Longcheng, he is Nan Murong, Murong Xin!

Murong Fu asked himself, if he was replaced, he might not necessarily be better than the sweeping monk!

I saw the sweeping monk raise his head, with memories in his eyes: " Back then, I read all the cheats in the Returning Shi Water Pavilion, but I was never able to sense my own martial arts heart, let alone create my own imaginary immortal learning, and at that time, I wanted to prove myself wholeheartedly, but I didn't even touch the threshold of the martial arts heart, so the urgency in my heart couldn't help but let me put great pressure on myself, that is, at that time, every day, the anger in my heart increased at a terrifying rate, and finally the endless anger made me almost demonic"

"But I'm still paranoid and unwilling to let go, ignoring the advice of the sea, and continuing to practice diligently, in the end, I still failed, and after creating no results, the anger in the body can no longer be suppressed, and even several times inexplicably erupted with a strong killing intent, if it weren't for the presence of Canghai, maybe now Shenhezhuang would have become a dead village!" Although I didn't commit a heinous killing due to Canghai's stopping, Canghai was never my opponent, even if he pulled me back several times, he was injured on my hand several times!"

"Although Canghai did not resent me, but I always felt guilty, at that time there was only a bit of reason left, I did not want to hurt Canghai so much, I chose to fake death, at that time I had already invaded the demons, angry, is Canghai did not find out my fake death, and finally I came to the Shaolin faction by mistake, thinking that since I came, I tried to use Buddhism to resolve the endless anger in the body"

Hearing the sweeping monk's somewhat self-reproachful sigh, Murong Fu was silent, and after a while, he said softly: "This is not what you want, after all, the scene was already like that, if you are allowed to vent wantonly, one day, everyone in Shenhe Village will also be unable to escape the end!"

"However, after you washed all the lead, why?" Murong Fu looked at the sweeping monk who had returned to the basics at this moment, and said suspiciously.

The sweeping monk said calmly: "You want to ask why I didn't go back to see Canghai and Bo'er, right?"

Murong Fu looked at the sweeping monk and nodded, but didn't speak!

"Do you know how the Shaolin Sect's Lingmen Master passed away?" the sweeping monk looked directly at Murong Fu and replied.

"Lingmen Master?" Murong Fu listened to this somewhat familiar name, and said secretly: "Lingmen Master, Lingzi Generation, Ling, Xuan, Hui, Xu, that should be the master of Xuan Ci, Xuan Lin and others, according to the seniority, it should also be a master of the same era as the sweeping monk!"

The sweeping monk would not say these incomprehensible words, but Murong Fu thought about it carefully, his face was stunned, he looked at the sweeping monk, and slowly spit out a sentence: "He won't die in your hands!"

Hearing Murong Fu's words, the sweeping monk nodded silently and sighed: "You guessed right, once when I was reading the Buddhist scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, I was suddenly discovered by him. His voice seemed to be a little louder: "At that time, I was angry and reckless, but he was bent on using the Dharma to influence me, and when I finally woke up from my anger, he was seriously injured by me. ”

"In the following days, he let me stay in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and many scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion were allowed to be read by me, and he himself often discussed Buddhist scriptures with me, such as after a few years, the anger in my heart gradually dissipated, and he died because of the recurrence of the old injury of the year!"

The sweeping monk turned his head to look at the scriptures on the shelf, and his voice suddenly became a little meaningful, as if recalling the scene: "Before he passed away, he once said to me, 'The seven sufferings mentioned by the Buddha are birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment, love and separation, and I can't ask for it, I try my best to get rid of these seven sufferings, only to cross people, not to cross myself, the poor monk does not want to make Murong Layman feel guilty, so as to increase my karma, and hope that Murong Layman, don't increase my troubles in vain!' ”

"If that's the case, this Lingmen master is worthy of being a high-ranking monk!" Murong Fu was not too surprised by this answer, but nodded lightly, and said thoughtfully: "So you decided to stay in the Shaolin Sect for the rest of your life?"

At this time, the sweeping monk shook his head slightly, and then glanced at Murong Fu with cloudy eyes and said: "It's not all, when I suddenly heard the news of Canghai's death, I felt guilty and felt speechless to face Bo'er, so I finally decided to stay here as a way to repay the kindness of the Lingmen Master to me!"

Looking at the seemingly calm sweeping monk, Murong Fu could feel the surging emotions in the latter's heart, and naturally understood that he had always had a deep sense of guilt towards Li Canghai, and then, Murong Fu changed the topic and said: "Then you have been staying here for decades, you must have broken through the realm you dreamed of at the beginning!"

The sweeping monk naturally saw Murong Fu's thoughts, and he didn't break it, nodded and said: "Every time I stay here, I always read the Buddhist scriptures left by the master of Lingmen, but it makes me realize the pure Dharma body of my surname, but it also gradually becomes less thinking, less thoughts, less desires, less things, less words, less laughter, less sorrow, less happiness, less joy, less anger, less good, less evil, but the state of mind is gradually calming, but closer to the state of mind, and after a few years, I realized my martial arts heart!"

Thinking more is sluggish, more thoughts are scattered, more desires are intellectually impaired, more things are tired, more words are shortness of breath, more laughter is liver injury, more sorrow is intimidating, more happiness is overflowing, more joy is forgetting mistakes and coma, more anger is uncertain, more good is obsessed, more evil is anxious and restless, perhaps it is because of the various experiences of sweeping monks, in order to have today's understanding, for its step into the realm of the master, laid a solid foundation, so everyone has different fate, different experiences will have different perceptions.

The sweeping monk smiled faintly, looked at Murong Fu calmly, and said: "Maybe I didn't even think that I once pursued hard but couldn't find a way, but now I have it at my fingertips, if I could have this state of mind back then, so many things would not have happened, and I would even be ashamed of them." ”

Hearing the words of the sweeping monk, Murong Fu nodded thoughtfully, and then quipped: "The Buddhist scriptures left by the Lingmen master should be extremely extraordinary. ”

When the sweeping monk heard Murong Fu's sudden quip, he smiled dumbly: "It's just an ordinary volume of the Ranga Sutra!"

"The Lenga Sutra?" Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, the name was so familiar, and then his face changed, as if he had thought of something, but somehow, he couldn't believe it, and looked at the sweeping monk and said, "You are talking about the "Lenga Sutra"?"

"Naturally, it's the "Ranga Sutra"" The sweeping monk nodded slightly, looking at Murong Fu's strange eyes, but he felt a little puzzled, stepped into a bookcase in front of him, and then walked a few steps, raised his palm, and when he could take it back, there was one more scripture book, only to see that on a thin bound booklet, there were three neat big characters written on the cover - "Ranga Sutra"

Murong Fu's heart suddenly flashed with an indescribable complexity, took this "Lenga Sutra", and flipped through it in the puzzled eyes of the sweeping monk, what made people puzzled was that Murong Fu did not flip through the articles in it, but touched the cover, as if he was looking for something, and did not ask, let Murong Fu read it.

After a long time, after Murong Fu flipped through the entire book, he still found nothing, then put the book on the table, took a deep breath, and said, "What is the name of this peerless study you created?"

The sweeping monk didn't know why Murong Fu was like this, but he still replied: "Jiuyang True Scripture!"