Shaolin Temple is such a big name, such as Qiao Feng and Murong in the north, but it is not worth mentioning in front of the thousand-year-old temple.

And they also opened a branch and found a Nan Shaolin out.

It is said that there are 800 monks in Shaolin Temple, but Wang Xiao feels it is impossible.

Even in the martial arts world, so many monks would make the Song Dynasty court very dissatisfied. He probably only half of them died.

There are already a lot of hundreds of monks, and they have all learned seventy-two unique skills.

Teams of monks patrolling the night are patrolling back and forth, and it is almost impossible for ordinary people to avoid their eyes and ears. However, it is of little use for real masters.

Wang Xiao is such a master, and he is also a master.

He easily skipped through the courtyard halls and went deep into the heart of Shaolin Temple.

"It's better to have a modern world. You can come in with some tickets. It's not as troublesome as it is now."

When Wang Xiao complained, he felt someone approaching.

He flashed and hid himself, restrained his breath and looked silently.

After your strength reaches a certain level, it will be noticed, let alone the sound of breathing, footsteps, and even the sound of heartbeat.

Even higher-level people can simply detect the aura of people.

In other words, you can feel the bioelectricity emitted from the human body.

Wang Xiao can do this by himself, so when he is guarding against others, he also uses this as a standard.

The colleague who came later made Wang Xiao feel familiar.

After looking at it carefully, Wang Xiao suddenly realized, "Isn't this Master Jiumozhi?"

Master Jiumozhi was originally reading books in Murong’s family’s Huanshishui Pavilion, but now he appears here, which means that the books there have been read?

This person is really a genius.

Jiumozhi was like a big bird, silently passing by the sky and flew towards a courtyard in the distance.

Wang Xiao doesn’t need to know from the past, it must be the Sutra Pavilion.

Wang Xiao was not very interested in the Sutra Pavilion because he was mainly a Taoist. Wang Xiao usually just looked at the skills of Buddhism.

However, he doesn't care about ordinary Buddhist kung fu, but he needs to take a good look at the famous Yijin Jing.

Moreover, the Yijin Sutra is not in the Cabinet where there are many visitors, but behind the bronze mirror of the Bodhi Courtyard.

The so-called Bodhi Academy is actually a research institute, a place specially used for martial arts research.

Shaolin Temple is worthy of being a thousand-year-old temple, and even a department specializing in martial arts research, which is really enviable.

Wang Xiao, who expressed his envy verbally, easily took out the famous Yijin Sutra from behind the bronze mirror of Bodhiyuan.

Find a place to look through the moonlight and look through a few pages and make sure that this is true.

Although it is Sanskrit, Wang Xiao understands Sanskrit.

After distinguishing the authenticity, Wang Xiao put away his things and stood up again to sweep towards the Sutra Pavilion.

The Sutra Library of Shaolin Temple is said to be the most awesome place in the world.

It is said that no outsider can enter.

However, the reality is the opposite.

Qiao Feng, Xiao Yuanshan, and Murong Fu's, started to study in and out of the Sutra Pavilion decades ago.

Recently, Master Jiumozhi has joined the ranks of evening cram school.

Shaolin Temple, which is known as being highly vigilant, is indeed very strict.

Wang Xiao adjusted his breath, and the closer he got to the Sutra Pavilion, the slower his speed was.

When we arrived at the back, we even floated into the Sutra Pavilion lightly.

Of course, the reason for doing this is not to be worried about Jiumozhi and others. It is because of the famous sweeping monk.

It can be said that there are countless top experts in Cha Lao’s book, but the Sweeping Monk and Huang Shang are definitely the top ones.

As for A Qing, who was invincible in the Yue Girl Sword, Wang Xiao felt that she was already a figure who could compete with him.

Wang Xiao fell in the yard, his eyes only glanced at the shaking Sutra Pavilion, and then looked at the doorman.

There was no one in the doorman, but Wang Xiao stood there, looking behind his back.

After about half an incense stick, the concierge was finally opened.

A figure with white hair and an old face slowly walked out of the doorman.

He was wearing a shabby monk's robe and a pair of patched shoes on his feet.

With the moonlight, he walked to Wang Xiao step by step and looked at him.

Neither of them spoke, just stood and looked at each other simply.

"This donor."

The old monk finally said, "Are you new here?"

Wang Xiao still didn't say anything, and was still staring at the old monk, as if he was looking at something carefully.

The voice alarmed the people in the Sutra Pavilion, and several figures flashed, gathered and separated. It seemed that they did not expect that there would be other colleagues here.

However, the people above did not leave, but found a seat and carefully looked at the two people looking at each other in the courtyard.

"The sea of ​​suffering is endless, and turning back is the shore."

The old monk spoke again, clasped his hands together and closed his eyes.

Wang Xiao's eyes lit up and he looked at his hands carefully.

After a moment, Wang Xiao breathed a sigh of relief.

His eyes became firm and said confidently, "Knock your head a thousand times for my advice. Follow my destiny and have no regrets when you die."

The old monk closed his eyes and opened them suddenly.

If his eyes were as calm as water before, then it would be as sharp as a knife at this time!

The fierce murderous aura that penetrated the body even made the few people in the Sutra Pavilion subconsciously guarded.

Then, they were all shocked.

With such a long distance and not being emitted from them, you can feel such a strong aura. How strong is this old monk?!

Why do people just think that they are sweeping the floor and sprinkling water when they come and go? This simply subverts the three views.

That's right, this old monk is the famous sweeping monk.

Of course, the sweeping monk now is just an ordinary old monk here.

Facing the murderous aura that was enough to scare the people in the Sutra Pavilion, Wang Xiao was not afraid at all, and he was even laughing.

"I have been learning disguise for so long with Ah Zhu just to see if it's what I think."

"After you kowtow your head a thousand times, you should give me advice and never regret it for your whole life. This volume is the essence of my Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts. You must practice it carefully once every day at 3 o'clock in Mao, Wu and You. If you are a little lazy, I will frown and feel sad. Once the magical skills are completed, you can go to Langhuan to bless you to read all the books of various melodies. All the martial arts masters in the world gather here, and you will use them all for your use. Encourage it. After learning to go down the mountain, I will kill all the disciples of Xiaoyao Sect. There is an omission, and I will be resentful in the sky and the earth."

Wang Xiao has a good memory, so he has always remembered this passage, and even without a single word.

After hearing this, the sweeping monk changed his expression and suddenly raised his hand and slapped Wang Xiao in the chest.

Wang Xiao could dodge himself if he wanted to hide, but he wanted to try the quality of this sweeping monk, so he stood there and held the palm.

With one palm, Wang Xiao did not move at all.

"Not bad, really good. The internal strength is so powerful that it is more powerful than anyone I have ever seen. Even your senior brother with seventy years of skill is not as good as you."

Wang Xiao took a deep breath and suppressed the breath that surged in his chest. "Although you have been in Shaolin Temple for more than 40 years, what you are most accustomed to is your Xiaoyao Sect's kung fu. Isn't it right? Li~Cang~hai!"

Among the Tianlong Eight Parts, there is a very important figure who never appeared, that is Li Qiushui's sister and Wuyazi's sister-in-law Li Canghai.

I know there is this person, but I don’t know where this person has gone.

As Li Qiushui's legitimate sister and Wuyazi's sister-in-law, she is naturally not an ordinary person, but there is no trace of it in the world.

From a perspective, this is unscientific.

In addition to Li Canghai, there are two mysterious characters.

The Sweeping Monk not only understands the little Wuxiang magical power, but also knows the internal affairs of the Xiaoyao Sect. This is not something that can be explained by high martial arts.

Another one is the "Murong Bo's Mother" that appeared in the memories of Master Huangmei, whom he met in forty-three years.

The sweeping monk entered Shaolin Temple just forty-two or three years ago.

Suppose that Murong Bo's mother was Li Canghai. Murong Bo's father died forty-three years ago. Li Canghai came to Shaolin Temple Sutra Library to learn and collect martial arts for the sake of the Murong family's return to Shishui Pavilion, or for the sake of the Langhuan Blessings in Wuyazi, or even both.

This explains why Li Qiushui and Ding Chunqiu were able to settle down in Gusu after killing Wuyazi.

Because there is the power of my sister's family supporting me, of course there is no problem.

Later, when Li Canghai learned that his senior brother was killed, he drove away his sister and Ding Chunqiu in anger. It was only because Li Qingluo was Wuyazi's daughter that he was able to stay.

Later, Li Qingluo was able to marry the Wang family in Mandra Villa before marriage, which was obviously driven by powerful forces.
To be continued...