Chapter 981: Sutra Library, Sweeping Monk

Chapter 981 The Sutra Pavilion and the Old Monk Sweeping the Floor

A gentle force supported Zhang Xiaohua, preventing him from bowing down.

"No need to be polite, I'm just a little benefactor. I'm too simple here, so please forgive me!" Master Changsheng's voice was unusually kind, and it sounded very comfortable.

Zhang Xiaohua said sincerely: "It is a great blessing to be able to meet the master. How dare you care about foreign things?"

"Haha, okay, little donor Ren is not very old, but he is very mature in dealing with people. No wonder he is favored by your leader to send invitations on behalf of his direct disciples!"

"Where..." Zhang Xiaohua said humbly: "You still have some strength, so the leader sent you here?"

"Oh?" Master Changsheng was puzzled.

"Haha, it's like this..." Master Changxing stepped forward, talked about what happened just now, and finally explained: "The poor monk made his own opinions without the permission of the abbot, so I ask the abbot to punish him!"

"Haha." The abbot on the field smiled and waved his hand and said: "Junior brother, what you said is wrong. The world's martial arts originated from Dalin. The martial arts of my Dalin Temple are meant for people in the world to practice. Although little donor Ren is a disciple of the Incense Sect..."

Zhang Xiaohua was overjoyed after hearing this, but then she became disappointed. She heard the Changsheng Master say again: "Of course he cannot practice the secret internal skills and mental methods of our Dalin Temple, but ordinary... boxing skills, sword skills There is no harm in taking a look at the flow of law..."

However, Zhang Xiaohua still thanked him. At this time, he wanted to advance the matter of Bodhidharma's sword skills, but he was afraid that Master Chang Geng would become suspicious, so he had to be a dull gourd!

After receiving Master Changsheng's approval, Master Changxing breathed a sigh of relief. Zhang Xiaohua took the opportunity to take out the jade slip, handed it over respectfully, and said: "This is the invitation sent by my leader, the abbot, please accept it! "

The elder nodded: "It's really hard for you to send this invitation. Why don't I accept it?"

As he spoke, he caught the jade slip, held it in his hand, and immersed his spiritual consciousness. After a while, he raised his white eyebrows and asked: "Little donor Ren? The defense formation of your Incense Sect has been completely broken." Did it fall?"

"Yes, Master Changsheng." Zhang Xiaohua then went on to talk about the Incense Cult. Master Changsheng frowned slightly, and after a while he sighed: "Time is also fate, people are in the world, and they are not around. It’s up to you, even if it’s…”

Then he proclaimed the Buddha's name again and laughed at himself: "As an outsider, I made the little benefactor laugh!"

Zhang Xiaohua shook her head and said: "Master is compassionate,

In the spirit of 'If I don't go to hell, who will?', I can't wait to be in the world..."

Then, he looked slightly at Master Chang Geng, who had lowered his eyebrows next to him, and said tentatively: "Abbot Changsheng, I am stupid, and there is one more thing that requires the abbot's approval..."

"Is there anything else?" the elder asked with a smile.

At this time, Master Chang Geng raised his head and said: "Brother Abbot, please do whatever the benefactor asks for. The poor monk knows that it involves the past secrets of my Dalin Temple..."

"Oh?" The elder was stunned, then turned to Zhang Xiaohua and said, "Then please ask little donor Ren to wait outside for a while?"

Zhang Xiaohua stood up quickly, cupped her hands and said: "This matter involves my senior sister Zixia's life experience. If possible, I hope that the master will have mercy!"

The elder nodded slightly, smiling and saying nothing.

Zhang Xiaohua left the simple Zen room and stood outside, waiting for about half a meal. During this short time, he wanted to release his consciousness several times and look inside. What on earth was he doing, and he wanted to escape inside several times to hear what was being said, but firstly he was afraid of being discovered by the elders, and secondly, and most importantly, he was afraid that he would offend Dalin Temple, and they didn’t need to do anything. To punish, you only need to say a polite word: "Sorry, this is the secret of our Dalin Temple and cannot be spread casually."

Yes, my dream of finding my own life experience has lost any trace.

Maybe Zhang Xiaohua can restrain Master Chang Geng and use his finger to force him, but the Tianlong Sect's fine craftsmanship can evade the finger, so how could Dalin Temple not have it?

Just when Zhang Xiaohua was thinking about it and scratching her head and head, the door of the Zen room opened with a "Zhila" sound, and Master Chang Xing and Master Chang Geng came out. Zhang Xiaohua jumped over and said hurriedly: "Master, how...how..." ?”

Master Chang Geng said with a smile: "Abbott's mercy is correct, but this matter has been in the past for a long time. I will let you know after I think about it carefully!"

Zhang Xiaohua was pleasantly surprised and quickly saluted: "Thank you, Master, I..."

"Young benefactor, you don't need to be polite. The abbot has something to say, so you don't need to thank him in person. Monks should make it easier for others. In addition, the abbot will definitely attend your sect's martial arts conference on time. The young benefactor will go back and report to Master Jingyi."

"Thank you, Master!" Zhang Xiaohua stood outside the door and bowed to the ground in front of the meditation room.

However, a soft strength came out from the room, which was holding him up and preventing him from bowing down. Although this strength was not worth mentioning to Zhang Xiaohua at this time, Zhang Xiaohua was very respectful after hesitating. Get up.

"Okay, little benefactor, if the abbot doesn't allow you to thank me, you don't need to thank me. Why bother to stick to the common etiquette?" Master Changxing said with a smile: "It's better to follow me to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and share your swordsmanship, boxing skills and so on. , let’s find it later.”

After searching for clues about her life experience for her dream, Zhang Xiaohua became less enthusiastic about swordsmanship, boxing skills and stick skills. Thinking of the dream waiting outside the temple gate, Zhang Xiaohua tentatively said: "Let me go outside the temple first and tell this matter to you." What did Senior Sister Zixia say?"

Master Changxing waved his hand: "This matter is not urgent. I will ask a disciple to go out and tell you. I will send you to the Sutra Pavilion. I have other matters."

Zhang Xiaohua said happily: "Thank you, Master."

Then he thought of another thing and asked: "By the way, before coming to Dalin Temple, the leader of that sect asked me to pay homage to Master Yuantian if possible. Do you want to tell Master Changsheng?"

"That's easy to say. I'll tell the abbot soon, and I'll just go to Tallinn before the little benefactor leaves!"

"Talin?" Zhang Xiaohua was stunned, but before he could ask, Master Changxing walked away, as if Zhang Xiaohua should know about this Tallin.

Following Master Changxing to an extremely ordinary pavilion, a gray-robed monk came out to greet him. Master Changxing pointed at Zhang Xiaohua and said: "This is Ren Xiaoyao, the messenger of the Incense Sect. The abbot has an order to choose one." This swordsmanship, palm technique and other common secrets can be read in the Sutra Pavilion and cannot be taken out of the Sutra Pavilion and cannot be copied!"

"Yes, I obey the abbot's decree. Please come this way, this benefactor!" the monk saluted and said.

"This...is the Scripture Collection Pavilion?" Zhang Xiaohua said in surprise as she looked at the humble Scripture Collection Pavilion.

"What does Little Donor Ren think of the Sutra Pavilion?" Master Changxing said with a smile.

"This... must be guarded by monks with high martial arts skills, no matter what... it must be..." In addition to the guards, Zhang Xiaohua almost said what the Miao Miao Sect's library looked like.

"Haha, the little benefactor is in a state of mind!" Master Changxing said: "Shape itself is empty, and emptiness is color. No one said that this Sutra Pavilion must be a solemn statue of the treasure, right?"

After saying that, Master Changxing waved his hand and said: "I have other things to do. Let the donor finish studying the secret book, and then I will send the little donor on his way!"

"On the road?" Zhang Xiaohua curled her lips secretly: "This seems to have two meanings!"

"Don't dare to nag Master, please do as you please!"

After Master Changxing left, Zhang Xiaohua followed the monk into the Sutra Pavilion. The Sutra Pavilion was not big, only two feet in diameter. There was a small wooden ladder in one corner, leading to the second floor. Zhang Xiaohua knew that she could never go up to the second floor, so she didn't look over there.

The monk led Zhang Xiaohua to a row of bookshelves, pointed with his hand, and said respectfully: "Any donor, this row is full of swordsmanship, palm skills, boxing skills, stick skills, etc. that are treasured by our sect. Please select a book, poor one." The monk is waiting here!"

Zhang Xiaohua understood it as soon as she heard it and said with a smile: "Thank you, master. I understand."

Then, Zhang Xiaohua released his spiritual consciousness slightly, looking at it with his naked eyes and distinguishing it with his spiritual consciousness.

Unfortunately, as Master Changxing said, these are all ordinary secret books of Dalin Temple. Zhang Xiaohua searched the entire bookshelf and could not find any fluctuations in the immortal way. Unknowingly, Zhang Xiaohua was randomly selecting secret books. At that moment, his spiritual consciousness was released, covering the entire Sutra Pavilion and checking every bookshelf one by one. Just when he was filled with disappointment and was about to look up the wooden ladder again, his eyes inadvertently Sweep, I was stunned on the spot!

I saw an old monk who was thin, unusually short, and dressed in gray robes. He was standing next to the wooden ladder with his hunched body and an old broom in his hand, his head lowered and meticulously sweeping the ground.

With a "coax", blood rushed to Zhang Xiaohua's forehead, and she scanned her spiritual consciousness incredibly. It was still the same. In her spiritual consciousness, there was no sign of the old monk sweeping the floor.

"This..." Zhang Xiaohua didn't dare to pry any more, and quickly withdrew her consciousness. Even if she wanted to force her way into the Sutra Pavilion at night, she gave up the idea. After pretending to look for it for a while, Zhang Xiaohua asked as if nothing had happened. : "This master, who is the master sweeping the floor in front of the wooden ladder?"

Hearing Zhang Xiaohua mention the old monk sweeping the floor, the disciple was startled, looked at the monk in the distance, and whispered: "What is the name of this master, the poor monk also doesn't know. The poor monk only knows that he has been there since he can remember." The old man is sweeping the floor in this Sutra Pavilion..." Then he said with a respectful face: "Furthermore, I heard from the uncles that they have seen him sweeping the floor here since they were sensible. As for the name, age, How, no one knows!”

"Oh~" Zhang Xiaohua nodded thoughtfully. Perhaps only the elder can know the origin of this old sweeping monk.

Since there is this mysterious figure sitting in the Sutra Pavilion, not to mention anyone else, not even Zhang Xiaohua dares to covet him. How can Dalin Temple be worried? What kind of monk is left outside the door?

Therefore, Zhang Xiaohua put away her spiritual consciousness and concentrated on searching for pleasant secrets with her naked eyes...

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