There's someone outside the window!

When the four people in the room heard this, they were shocked, and Li Jiang was a little surprised.

It is normal for Xiao Feng, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo to be unaware and surprised.

Li Jiang was startled because he knew there was someone outside, but what? In fact, he didn't sense anyone in his spiritual sense, hearing, or smell.

This shows what?

This shows that in addition to being a master of martial arts and able to deceive people's five senses, this person also deceived Li Jiang's spiritual sense because of his spiritual perfection, which seemed to have turned into a solid stone.

You must know that Li Jiang's spirit is always emanating from the outside of the body. If a large spiritual body breaks in, he will be noticed, such as people. Small ones, such as mice and cockroaches, and even dead objects, such as hidden weapons, will not work.

There is only one person in Xiaolin Temple who can fly seven stories high in the sky without being noticed by others, and that is the mysterious sweeping monk.

Li Jiang guessed that his current mental state should be "Xumi hiding mustard seeds", which is what Taoists call a dragon hiding in the abyss. In addition, his whole body does not leak breath, so he can be called a real person with "no leakage in his true body"!

Fortunately, Li Jiang also has a passive skill that comes with the system - a copycat version of Divine Mind. In Divine Mind, he discovered before the other three that someone had quietly climbed onto the seventh-floor eaves five minutes ago.

Xiao Yuanshan shouted: "Who is it?" Without waiting for the other party to answer, he clapped his hand, and with a "bang" sound, the two long windows came off their buttons and flew out.

On the eaves outside the tower, I saw a skinny monk in green robes holding a broom and sweeping away the dust on the tiles. His skillful movements gave people the impression that he was dozens of meters high in the sky.

Cleaning is a matter of course.

The monk is not young, and his few sparse long beards are completely white. He moves slowly and has no energy. He does not look like he has martial arts. But who believes it?

Murong Bo's pupils shrank and he said coldly: "How long have you been hiding here?"

The old monk slowly raised his head and said: "The donor asked me... how long have I been hiding here?"

His eyes were blank and his words were weak, but his voice had the same accent as he had just praised Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng no longer paid attention to the answers of the three old men, but turned to send a message to Li Jiang: "Second brother, is this old monk the destined person you said when you came in?"

Li Jiang nodded and sighed: "This monk has reached the level of heaven and human beings, and my younger brother is not as good as him."

He admitted defeat with his mouth, but actually he was comparing himself secretly in his heart.

In terms of martial arts, I am no weaker than the sweeping monk; in terms of spirit, I am indeed inferior. The old monk has penetrated his spiritual Buddhist kingdom, which is equivalent to finding the secret key of Taoism.

This brings up a problem. The sweeping monk can absorb the spiritual energy in the void to last indefinitely, but Li Jiang can't. If he doesn't kill the old monk before the energy is exhausted, he will only be defeated.

Thinking of this, Li Jiang's heart was filled with excitement. He finally saw a living person with a spiritual understanding of the changes between heaven and man. I wonder if he would be willing to be studied by me?

As the saying goes, the eyes are the windows to the soul, and this is true, because Li Jiang's passion at this time was conveyed to the sweeping monk through his eyes.

The sweeping monk seemed to feel something. While talking to Xiao and Murong, he looked towards Li Jiang and nodded with a smile.

What he said seemed to contain supreme Buddhist power, and even Xiao Feng was attracted to him.

In a few words, the sweeping monk eloquently revealed what Xiao Yuanshan had hidden in the Sutra Pavilion for thirty years.

As Xiao Yuanshan listened, he gradually turned from fright to fear, then from fear to terror. Cold sweat broke out on his back, and his heart almost stopped beating.

After the sweeping monk finished talking about Xiao Yuanshan, he turned his attention to Murong Yan.

Soon after, Murong Bo's every move for more than ten years was revealed by him casually.

Murong Bo was horrified. He couldn't remember many of the things he did after entering the Sutra Pavilion. If not for the old monk's reminder, he would have forgotten all of them. Moreover, every time he picked up a book, he carefully looked around and checked.

There is no one inside or outside the Mingzang Sutra Pavilion, so why is it that this old monk seems to be seeing him in person? Is he a monster rather than a human being?

The sweeping monk said again: "The layman's heart is more greedy and multitasking than that of layman Xiao. What layman Xiao practiced was just how to restrain the existing martial arts of the Shaolin sect, but layman Murong recorded a copy of the seventy-two unique skills of the temple.

.I think over the past few years, the layman has tried his best to master these seventy-two unique skills, maybe..."

When he said this, he glanced at Li Jiang again and said: "With Ling Yan's cultivation level, these crop handling techniques are no longer accessible to him. They must have been passed on to other people!"

Li Jiang felt embarrassed and said to himself: "Sweeping Monk, you are wrong. I have collected more than a dozen copies before. It's a good thing that you came late, otherwise your evaluation would not be so high. It would be a shame for me to accept this."

The sweeping monk continued to speculate: "An hour ago, the old man was cleaning the front yard and saw a Tibetan monk who had used more than a dozen special skills. I guess he was the Buddhist monk Murong. The story of his life and death was handed over to the Tubo master. It turns out that the seventy-two special skills are

passed it on to him."

Murong Bo had something in his mind and gritted his teeth and did not dare to speak out.

The sweeping monk then said something similar to what Li Jiang said, to the effect that to practice Xiaolin martial arts, one must first have thoughts of compassion and kindness. If it is not based on Buddhism, then you will definitely hurt yourself when practicing martial arts.

And the deeper you practice kung fu, the more serious your injuries will be.

At this time, the first group of pursuers followed. First came Xiao Lin's own people, the eminent monks Xuan Sheng and Xuan Mie of the Xuan generation, and then came the people from Shenshan Mountain, Master Daoqing, Master Guanxin and other foreign eminent monks.

The small room was too narrow to accommodate more people, and other monks such as Tianzhu Zheluoxing, Boluoxing, Xuan Gu and Xuan Jing could only stand on the stairs and look inside.

When the sweeping monk saw everyone coming up, he ignored them and continued to stand on the eaves and said: "If you are practicing the superior martial arts of our sect, such as flower fingering, multi-leaf fingering, Prajna palm, etc., you are not tempering it with the compassionate Dharma every day.

When it is resolved, the hostility will go deep into the internal organs, getting deeper and deeper, a hundred times more powerful than any external poison. Resident Xiao and Murong are both talented, but if they do not have the intention of giving charity and saving all sentient beings, they will never be able to resolve it.

The hostility that comes from practicing these superior martial arts."

When the group of monks heard these words, they felt that the old monk's words were of great significance, which no one before him had said, and they felt awe-struck in their hearts. A few of them even paid tribute and said: "Amitabha, how good it is, how good it is!"

Xiao Yuanshan's old face turned red from holding back. He knew in his heart that his knowledge was far inferior to that of everyone else in the field. He was just proficient in pen and ink, so he could not withstand the praise of the old monk who was eight Dou high.

Murong Bo was wary because he had read many books, including Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, and knew that the hostility the old monk said was very reasonable.

After everyone came in, it was no longer Xiao and Murong's business. The sweeping monk's elegant conversation and outstanding knowledge aroused their interest, and they all asked for advice.

Seeing more and more people gathering on the stairs, the sweeping monk raised his eyebrows and said, "The place here is small. If you don't mind being old and simple, you can talk about it under the tower."

After that, he lifted his feet and walked out.

"No, it's an empty space there."

The monks were shocked and quickly called out a warning.

The sweeping monk ignored him and saw that he had already stepped out of the eaves.

Just when everyone thought he would fall, his feet seemed to actually step on something and his body could withstand it.

In this way, the sweeping monk walked on the other foot, as if walking down the stairs, step by step down from the air.

"Ah! This...this..."

Everyone looked horrified, as if they had seen a miracle.

A young Lin monk named Yourong Yan of the Xuan generation said with a radiant face: "This should be like the Buddha growing a lotus every step of the way!"

All the monks in other temples were astonished, including the two monks from Asan Kingdom, who all said: "Amitabha Buddha..."

Damn, that's so pretentious.

Li Jiang complained secretly and sent a message to Xiao Feng: "Brother, I'm going down too."

After saying that, he squeezed to the window, raised one palm and said: "Blessings will be born in the infinite heaven, the poor Taoist will leave first."

Then, with everyone looking at him like a fool, he jumped out of the window and walked on the eaves.

"Don't do this!" Someone said with a strange air.
Chapter completed!