Chapter 488 Shaolin Sweeping Monk

This sigh sounds ethereal, but it is like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, containing the sound of the supreme Buddha, beating heavily on the hearts of everyone in the courtyard, those Shaolin disciples who were originally full of tragic emotions of resoluteness, only felt that all distracting thoughts in their chests were gone, and their peace was restored state.

"The courtyard that the old monk just cleaned was messed up by you guys again... Go away! Go away! I'll clean it up again!"

After sighing, an old voice sounded, and following the words, the figure of an old monk slowly appeared at the entrance of the compound.

Everyone in the courtyard turned their heads to look, and saw that the old monk was wearing a patched robe and holding a broom, walking slowly towards this side while waving the broom to clean up the sundries on the ground. A sweeping monk.

The floor-sweeping monk had long eyebrows and beard, wrinkled face, no one could tell how old he was, with a hunchback and a thin body, as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind.

"Uncle Xuanku!"

Although this floor-sweeping monk does not have a high status in Shaolin, his seniority is a generation higher than that of Jueren and other monks, so when Jueren and other monks saw him, they saluted him.

"Abbot! Elders! If you don't practice exercises and recite Buddhist scriptures, what are you doing here? I'm going to clean the courtyard, old monk, so let's go!"

The floor-sweeping monk named Xuan Ku returned the salute with one hand, and said expressionlessly.

Abbot Jueren and the six elders looked at each other and smiled wryly upon hearing this.

This Xuan Ku has been in Shaolin for many years, anyway, Jue Ren remembers that he was already there when he first entered Shaolin.

At that time, Xuan Ku was also sweeping the floor, now decades have passed, Jueren is already the abbot of Shaolin, and Xuan Ku is still a sweeping monk.

All the monks in Shaolin, including the abbot Jueren, think that Xuan Ku is a hard-working, rain or shine, ordinary sweeping monk. Because of his high seniority, all the monks respect him on the surface, but in fact many The monk didn't look at him at all, and regarded him as a dispensable existence.

Xuan Ku probably got dizzy from his old eyes. After entering the courtyard, he couldn't see the tense and depressive atmosphere. After greeting Jue Ren and other monks, he continued to clean the ground and gradually came to the Sitting cross-legged next to those Shaolin monks in front of Fang Bai.

"Uncle Xuanku..."

Jue Ren just wanted to persuade Xuan Ku to leave, but before he could finish his sentence, his facial expression froze, seeing a scene that shocked him.

I saw Xuan Ku waving his arms lightly, and a strong gust of wind swept out from under his broom. The more than 20 Shaolin monks sitting cross-legged in front of Fang Bai were photographed by the gust of wind, and none of them could sit still, rolling over and over. were "cleared" out of the area.

Even the abbot Juoren and the six elders felt suffocated under the raging wind. They were forced to take a few steps back one after another, and had to use their true energy to counterbalance.

More than 20 Shaolin monks, that is, more than 20 Xuan-level warriors, how powerful is the power contained in Xuanku's broom, to forcibly clear them away from where they are?

All the Shaolin disciples, including Jue Ren, stared at the hunched Xuan Ku with dumbstruck eyes, feeling as if they were in a dream, followed by endless joy and excitement.

It turns out that this little-known and not valued sweeping monk is actually a super master who hides his secrets!

With this super master in Shaolin, it will be difficult for the two young men who rushed up the mountain to question their crimes, so it will be difficult to make waves?

Jue Ren looked at Xuan Ku carefully for the first time, and found that with his own cultivation, he couldn't sense the slightest martial aura in Xuan Ku, and couldn't see through this seemingly ordinary thin old monk at all.

Jue Ren knew that the more such a warrior, the stronger he would be.

"Amitabha! This time, Shaolin's difficulty will be solved by Master Lao Xuanku!"

Jueren proclaimed the Buddha's name, clasped his palms together, and bowed deeply.

This time, he respected Xuan Ku from the bottom of his heart.

"Hey...You little monks, if you don't recite sutras and Buddhas in the temple, and devote yourself to cultivation, why do you become so tempted to meddle in mundane affairs? Fortunately, you didn't commit any crimes, otherwise I wouldn't have helped them!"

Xuan Ku stopped sweeping the ground and used a broom to support the ground. Looking at the group of more than twenty monks who had been "cleared" not far away by his broom, he shook his head and sighed, as if he hated iron for not being steel.

"I know you want heaven-level exercises, but Shaolin has a lot of inherited exercises. It is enough for you to cultivate those inherited things well! Sometimes a ray of greed can cause endless disasters! It's not that this matter is related to my fate of Shaolin's rise and fall, so I don't bother to come out and ask, and let you have a headache!"

At the end of Xuan Ku's words, his cloudy eyes glinted sharply, scanning over the twenty or so Shaolin monks, those monks felt a mountain-like pressure coming, and they couldn't help trembling.

Xuan Ku's faint breath of coercion shocked almost everyone present. Jue Ren and other monks looked at the old monk with reverence and admiration, only to feel that his seemingly thin body was heavier than a hill. Be majestic and tall.

"Grandpa, do you know that sweeping monk? He looks very powerful!"

The dragon girl on the ancient tree in the distance held the binoculars in both hands, shifted her eyes from Fang Bai to Xuan Ku, and asked in a low voice with a look of surprise.

Although Long Nu couldn't hear what Xuan Ku was saying, but from Xuan Ku's expression and behavior and the respectful attitude of Jue Ren and other old monks towards him, she knew that the old monk was not simple.

Abbot Jueren is a majestic prefecture-level mid-level powerhouse. A monk who can make him respect him so much must at least be a prefecture-level high-level powerhouse, right?

"I knew it... I knew it... Shaolin really has hidden dragons and crouching tigers... That floor-sweeping monk Xuanku should be a hundred years old, and his cultivation is not much weaker than mine..."

The dragon girl was surprised: "Could it be that he is also a heavenly warrior?"

Long Jingtian shook his head and said: "Heavenly level is still a bit short, it is half a step of heavenly level! But think about it, that is just a sweeping monk! God knows, is there any more powerful warrior in Shaolin?"

The dragon girl looked worried, and whispered: "I don't know if Fang Bai can beat that sweeping monk...Grandpa, let's show up to dissuade them, or if they really fight, in case...no matter who gets hurt, everyone will be killed." Not very good!"

"Don't worry, just wait and see... I'm curious, how much strength that kid Fang Bai has hidden!"

Long Jingtian stared at the field, seeing that Fang Bai faced the half-step heaven-level sweeping monk Xuan Ku, his face remained unchanged, his expression was indifferent, he was secretly surprised, and felt that Fang Bai was becoming more and more unpredictable.

Even a high-level earth-level warrior would find it difficult to bear the pressure unleashed by a half-step heaven-level warrior, but Fang Bai has a relaxed expression. It seems that his cultivation is definitely beyond the limit. No wonder he dared to challenge the Shaolin Eighteen Arhats just now.

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