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Walking up the path was an old nun who was too old to be old in a silk robe, bent over and carrying her back, not a hundred but eighty or ninety years old, with a turmeric face full of wrinkles, her two eyes squinted into a line, carefully holding an umbrella to avoid the stagnant water on the road, and walking tremblingly towards the small courtyard.

She still holds a bamboo broom in her hand, and a whisk of curly hair is stuck in her waist, which looks like the most worthless kind of goods on the roadside.

But Diao Xiaosi still got up from the roof, and the legends about the sweeping monks that the dead old man had told before came back in his mind.

As the saying goes, the temple is a small demon and the wind is big, the pond is shallow and the king is more than eight, and the legendary sweeping monk is often an indispensable and most mysterious hidden force in the big temples and small temples everywhere. They are low-key and industrious, wooden and old, and are best at pretending to be pigs and eating tigers, and often like to take advantage of the fact that others are not paying attention to suddenly give a stuffy stick, and then drift away to hide their merits and fame.

Therefore, Diao Xiaosi didn't dare to take it lightly, and stared at the old nun in the clothes with bated breath and intently.

When the old nun slowly approached, Diao Xiaosi's hanging heart slowly relaxed.

In all fairness, the cultivation of the old nun in the clothes is really not bad, at least it is above the realm of microscopic viewing, and she can be regarded as a first-class master in both the two realms of the five lakes and the four seas. Such a master, can only end up with the treatment of a cleaning lady, Emei Ci'en Temple is worthy of the holy place of Buddhism of the hidden dragon and crouching tiger.

Seeing that the old nun had come to the gate of the courtyard with an umbrella, Diao Xiaosi floated down from the roof and fell behind her back to seal several big holes like electricity.

The old nun in the bound clothes didn't have time to snort before she fell softly into Diao Xiaosi's arms, squinting at him in shock.

Diao Xiaosi put the Youquan short knife against the open chest of the old nun in the silk clothes, and said: "If I ask something, you will answer it honestly, and you are not allowed to talk about it in a slippery tone, and if you understand, tell Lao Tzu what your Dharma name is called?"

The old nun seemed to be frightened and replied, "The poor nun doesn't understand ......."

Diao Xiaosi couldn't help but be furious when he saw that the threat was ineffective, and threatened: "I don't understand, right, if Lao Tzu said that you would strip off your clothes and take you to the market under the mountain for a spin, do you understand?"

The old nun in the silk clothes lowered her eyebrows and muttered, "Amitabha, sin and sin ......"

Diao Xiaosi saw that the old nun was scared, and said proudly: "Dare to say that you still don't understand?"

The old nun said, "The monks don't speak...... Poor nuns really don't understand. ”

Diao Xiaosi didn't expect that this old nun's ability to pretend to be stupid and stunned was not inferior to herself, and she didn't expect to pry any inside information from her mouth.

Finally, thinking that the old nun in the silk clothes could still remember coming to clean the enlightenment hall of Master Jin, Diao Xiaosi did not throw her into the mud in the rain, but went around to the backyard and locked her into a small tiled house.

After disposing of the old nun in the silk clothes, Diao Xiaosi walked towards the Buddhist hall, thinking that the princess and the little lady should go to business after paying tribute to the incense.

Suddenly, he subconsciously stood still, staring ahead with wide eyes as if he was a ghost.

Under the dripping eaves next to the left head, the old nun in the silk clothes who had just been thrown into the small tile house by herself held a bamboo broom in both hands, and was cleaning the corridor without distraction!

What's going on – there are twin sisters in the nunnery too?

Diao Xiaosi couldn't help but look back at the small tiled house with locked doors and windows. He dared to use his head to pack a ticket, with the cultivation of the old nun in the clothes, it was impossible to dissolve the meridian prohibition in his body, and he could also cover his ears and eyes, and rush to the corridor to sweep the ground pretending to be in the corridor!

Could it be that there is a certain virtuous monk lurking in the darkness, and the old nun in the clothes made an appointment to meet in the Hall of Enlightenment tonight, and men and women are not tired of working together?

Thinking of this, Diao Xiaosi immediately became fully vigilant and stretched his spiritual sense, but after sweeping around the circle, he did not notice any abnormality.

However, the more this is the case, the more goosebumps erupt on Diao Xiaosi's body, and he is not sure whether to warn Princess Jincheng for a while, or rush forward to hold down the old nun in the clothes and ask for clarification.

"Sand, sand, sand, sand—" The sound of bamboo brooms rippled in the wind and rain, like a quiet ballad.

Every time the sound of the bamboo broom sounds, it is like the heaven and earth breathing, breathing, full of incredible magical rhythm.

For Diao Xiaosi, who has just realized that clumsiness is clumsy, simplicity is the way to overcome complexity, and cultivation is a deeper realm, this bland bamboo broom sound is tantamount to Hong Zhong Dalu shaking people's hearts.

Unconsciously, Diao Xiaosi's breathing and heartbeat involuntarily resonated with the sound of the bamboo broom, as if he had become a fallen leaf, a speck of dust, and a little water stain in the corridor.

He was taken aback, knowing that if he didn't take measures, his mind would be completely controlled by the bamboo broom in the hands of the old nun, and if the other party had malicious intentions, it would be a catastrophe.

A similar feeling, Diao Xiaosi had only experienced it once in Ning Wuqi's body.

In the small courtyard in the afternoon sunshine, the old man raised his hand, waved his knife, sank his wrist, and slashed down...... In this way, the action is simple and there is no mystery or change at all, just as the sun rises from the East China Sea and sinks from the West Mountain every day.

In contrast, the sound of the bamboo broom sweeping the floor in the ears is not as simple and powerful as the sound of the father of Longcheng chopping wood, but it is more gentle and ethereal.

A wisp of chill rose from Diao Xiaosi's backbone, and he urged the Heavenly Star Array to protect the spiritual platform with all his strength to protect his heart, and suddenly leaned over and slammed his fist on the muddy bluestone slab.

"Boom!" The slate shattered, and the ground was smashed open by Diao Xiao's four-weight fist of more than 10,000 jun, and a large pit with a diameter of more than three zhang.

In the roar of the earth-shattering thunder, the old nun in the silk clothes woke up like a dream, held the bamboo broom and raised her head in shock, as if she had just found Diao Xiaosi standing outside the corridor.

To be more precise, Diao Xiaosi was half-squatting and half-kneeling in the big pit he had smashed out.

The damn sound of the bamboo broom finally disappeared, and a puff of red blood spurted out of his throat with a sweet "wow", and the heartbeat in his chest returned to normal, and he didn't feel that his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

Although he and Wang Shiwei fought in the virtual realm of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, it was far less dangerous and shocking than the moment just now.

He collapsed and squatted on the ground, snorting and panting, glaring at the old nun in silk clothes and said, "Please, don't sweep the floor here in the middle of the night, Lao Tzu is easy to have nightmares." ”

The old nun hurriedly folded her hands and said apologetically: "Forgive sins, forgive sins, poor nuns didn't mean it." ”

Diao Xiaosi said angrily: "Didn't I want you to sleep in the small tile room, why did you run out again?"

The old nun said, "I'...... I didn't fall asleep, but when I saw that the little donor was gone, I thought that I hadn't cleaned the Enlightenment Hall tonight, so I didn't dare to be lazy and rest, so I quickly got up and worked. ”

Diao Xiaosi couldn't guess whether this old nun was really stupid or pretending to be stupid for a while, obviously only knowing the strength of the master, the realm she showed when she swept the floor was ridiculously high, and let herself kneel directly, but her temper was surprisingly good, and her brain was stupid.

At the same time, Diao Xiaosi was also shocked to realize that he had just made such a big movement with a punch, but there was still dead silence in the backyard. Even if all the nuns in the empty nunnery slept to death, how could the princess little Niangpi in the Hall of Enlightenment have no reaction?

Thinking of this, Diao Xiaosi's heart became more and more awe-inspiring, he stood up and pointed in the direction of the small tile house and decided to try the old nun again, and shouted boldly: "Who allowed you to slip out, go back to sleep!"

The old nun in the silk clothes responded: "Yes, yes, thank you for the care of the little donor." The poor girl cleaned the hallway and went to sleep. ”

Diao Xiaosi rushed to the old nun in the silk clothes without saying a word, snatched the bamboo broom and "clicked" it into two sections, and said: "The body is the capital of sweeping the floor, where does the strength come from to work if you can't sleep well?"

The old nun in the silk clothes hesitated and shouted, "Little benefactor—"

Diao Xiaosi said impatiently: "What else do you have to do?"

The old nun in the silk cloth stretched out her finger and pointed to the two brooms in Diao Xiaosi's hands, and said, "You broke the bamboo broom." ”

Diao Xiaosi said disapprerovingly: "How much is this thing worth? ”

But the old nun said: "Also, there is a big pit on the ground......

Diao Xiaosi said boldly: "No matter how much money it is, Lao Tzu will pay it to the temple." No more wordy, I'll bury you in a pit!"

The old nun in the silk clothes only promised: "Yes, yes, the poor nun's verbosity can't be changed, please forgive the little donor." But...... According to the door rules, the destruction of temple property must be punished by facing the wall for at least one year. The little donor is not a disciple of our temple, but he doesn't need to face the wall, he just needs to do a year's miscellaneous work in the temple. ”

Diao Xiaosi was stunned and said, "Lao Tzu just smashed a hole on the ground and broke a broom, so he has to stay and work for a year, which bastard set the rules?"

"Amitabha, sin, sin - little donor, you must not speak ill of the Buddha in front of him, otherwise you will add to the karma of sin. The old nun in the silk clothes chanted the Buddha and said sincerely: "Little donor, the poor nun will take you to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the nunnery." From tomorrow onwards, you will be responsible for the cleaning of the Scripture Pavilion. ”

Diao Xiaosi was completely speechless, and said angrily: "Believe it or not, I lit the Scripture Pavilion with a fire, if you are not afraid, just come here!"

"If a man is kind, he will be kind to others, and if a man is evil, evil will be done to others." The Scripture Pavilion was nothing more than a pile of rotten wood and broken stones, and the little donor burned it when it was burned. But if the 10,000 books in it were burned to the ground, it would be a great sin for the poor nuns. ”

The old nun in the silk clothes looked at Diao Xiaosi and said: "Little donor, your cultivation is too high, and the poor nuns are out of reach, so you shouldn't be overwhelmed." But you broke the rules by destroying the temple property, and you wanted to burn down the collection in the nunnery, so I could only dare to keep you. ”

As she spoke, the old nun in the silk clothes stepped out and walked towards Diao Xiaosi as if she were dead.