Li Xianyu was shocked.
Wu Xingyun was also shocked.
The two of them looked at the old monk in gray clothes sweeping the floor, both of them were horrified, but the horrifying points were not on the same channel.
Wu Xingyun was shocked because she didn't notice the old monk in gray clothes before he spoke. This was extremely unusual.
Li Xianyu was shocked simply because the old monk in gray clothes was a 'sweeping monk'... He was very sensitive to this.
Especially, now we are in Shaolin.
"Old bald donkey, are you going to stop me?" Wu Xingyun asked in a deep voice, secretly raising his anger and staring at the old monk in gray clothes sweeping the floor warily.
The old monk sweeping the floor was still sweeping the stone steps and said, "The female donor has Taoist skills and has already reached the stage of perfection. How can I, a simple handyman who sweeps the floor, be qualified to stop the female donor?"
Wu Xingyun was slightly frightened and narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself, if you are just a sweeping monk, how can you tell that my grandma's skills belong to Taoism?
"Sister, please leave him alone. If he dares to stop us, then we will go back and burn the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion." Li Xianyu said fiercely, staring at the old monk sweeping the floor with his peripheral vision.
Wu Xingyun's eyelids were twitching wildly. The old sweeping monk's hands holding the broom stopped, he raised his head and looked at Li Xianyu.
"Since the donor has been tonsured, why not just return to Shaolin?" the old sweeping monk said calmly.
Li Xianyu subconsciously touched his bald head, grinned and said, "It's not cold in August, so shaving your head will help you cool down. This has nothing to do with you, Shaolin."
The old monk sweeping the floor said: "The donor has received a lot of favor from Shaolin. This is fate."
Li Xianyu's face stiffened slightly, and he snorted coldly: "This favor was forced on me by your Shaolin brothers."
The old monk sweeping the floor asked: "The donor sneaked into Shaolin late at night, and Shaolin forced it on you?"
"That's not true." Li Xianyu said with a smile, "I came to Shaolin this time because of greed. I am a greedy person, which conflicts with the Buddhist ideals. Not to mention, I have worshiped the Taoist Xiaoyaozi as my disciple. division."
"Xiaoyaozi..." The old monk sweeping the floor was startled, glanced at Wu Xingyun, and said thoughtfully, "I vaguely remember that a hundred years ago, there was a peerless Taoist master named Xiaoyaozi, and the female donor should be Xiaoyaozi. I’m the disciple of Senior Zi.”
"Have you... heard of my master?" Wu Xingyun couldn't calm down. Master Xiaoyaozi has always been indifferent to fame and wealth. His reputation has not been prominent in the world.
The old sweeping monk said: "I have only heard some legends about him."
"Since you know my master's name, you should know how powerful he is." Li Xianyu raised his chin slightly and said calmly, "If you get out of the way now, everything can still be discussed; otherwise, the world will be turned upside down for you. Shaolin is in big trouble.”
Wu Xingyun glanced at Li Xianyu, but rarely complained in his heart.
At this time, if you can use the master's reputation to scare away this old monk, then...what's the harm in using it?
The old monk sweeping the floor said: "The donor has no Taoist skills."
Li Xianyu smiled lightly and said, "What is Tao?"
The old sweeping monk looked at Li Xianyu.
"Tao gives birth to one, gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things." Li Xianyu said, "Tao, the best is like water, which can accommodate all things.
Master, you are a member of the Buddhist sect and do not understand the vastness of Taoism. This is not your fault. In the future, when you have time, read more Taoist classics and gain some knowledge, and you will not say the ridiculous and generous words just now. "
Wu Xingyun's small mouth curled slightly under his veil, resisting the urge to complain.
The old sweeping monk looked deeply at Li Xianyu and said slowly: "You have Buddhist skills, but no matter how you calculate them, you cannot be considered a Taoist."
Li Xianyu smiled brightly.
"Master, you certainly haven't heard a word of it."
The old monk sweeping the floor had a flash of depth in his cloudy eyes.
Wu Xingyun was also a little curious, wondering what this brat wanted to do with his sophistry.
"Buddha..." Li Xianyu suddenly said loudly, "This is the Tao!"
"Buddha...is the Tao?" Wu Xingyun and the old monk sweeping the floor were both startled.
Li Xianyu said coldly: "Old monk, if you don't retreat tonight, Taoism and Buddhism will never coexist in the future."
"Just you?" said the old sweeping monk.
Li Xianyu said calmly: "I am an insignificant little person, but when a little person stands on the cusp of the storm, he can still control the direction of the wave.
If you are confident enough, you might as well investigate the inheritance of Taoism first. "
"Taoist inheritance?" Wu Xingyun secretly wondered, besides the Xiaoyao Sect, what other powerful inheritances does Taoism have? Grandma, why didn’t I know?
The old monk sweeping the floor stared at Li Xianyu, thinking silently in his heart.
Li Xianyu said calmly: "Have you ever heard of the Ghost Valley of the Way, where the princes are afraid when they are angry, and the world dies when they live in peace?
Have you ever heard that swordsmen take a different approach, form their own sect, and pursue the ultimate yin and yang of heaven and man?
Have you ever heard of the true martial arts of the Tao, which can sweep away demons with a sword and make everyone in the world kowtow?
The so-called world martial arts originated from Shaolin? joke! You Shaolin, the mainstay of Buddhism, are not on the same level as my Taoist sect. "
"Is Taoism so powerful? Grandma, why don't I know anything about it..." Wu Xingyun was greatly shocked and couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
The old monk who swept the floor was silent for a long time and asked a question: "Since the Taoist sect is so powerful, why did the donor come to Shaolin to steal the Great Return Pill?"
"This is indeed a loophole..." Li Xianyu said secretly, with a calm expression on his face, "Your strength may be very high, but your status in Shaolin is only average. It involves some secret matters in Shaolin, and you are not qualified. Know."
The old sweeping monk understood.
He said no more, slowly waved the broom, silently sweeping the stone steps.
Li Xianyu and Wu Xingyun looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes and walked forward together.
A powerful aura emanated from the sweeping old monk, covering the surroundings of Li Xianyu and Wu Xingyun, strong and domineering.
Wu Xingyun snorted coldly, and the aura belonging to the master of Lingjiu Palace swept forward in an instant.
Li Xianyu stretched out the index finger of his right hand, volleyed a little in the air towards the old monk sweeping the floor, and struck the old monk with a powerful invisible sword energy.
The Shang Yang Finger of the Six Meridians Divine Sword...learned from Duan Yu.
The old monk sweeping the floor had never paid attention to Li Xianyu's finger... until the invisible sword energy flew into the air and entered three feet in front of him.
"Huh?" The old monk sweeping the floor narrowed his eyes slightly, moved his body slightly to the side, and the invisible sword energy struck in front of him.
"It seems that you are not invincible." Li Xianyu was determined. The finger he just pointed seemed like a random finger, but in fact he unleashed all the skills he could master now.
"This is... the six-meridian divine sword of the Duan clan in Dali?" The old sweeping monk stared at Li Xianyu and asked, his eyes flashing with surprise.
"You still have some knowledge." Li Xianyu said lightly, "Try my palm again."
As he spoke, both palms came out, and the two sharp and powerful palms swept the old monk to the ground.
The old monk sweeping the floor looked as usual. Within three feet in front of him, there was an invisible wave... a three-foot wall of energy.
When the two palms struck to the west feet in front of the old sweeping monk, they suddenly changed direction, drawing two semi-circular arcs, one to the left and one to the right.
"Huh?" The old sweeping monk was startled again and took a step forward, just in time to avoid these two palms.
"You don't dare to take my hand..." Li Xianyu narrowed his eyes and said suspiciously, "Old monk, how many years have you been in Shaolin?"
The old monk sweeping the floor said: "It's been about seventy or eighty years. It's been too long, and I can't remember it clearly."
"So... you are not a sweeping monk at all." Li Xianyu was determined. He remembered clearly that the sweeping monk in Tianlong's original work claimed that he had been in Shaolin West for 12 or 3 years, which was not as long as 70 or 80 years.
Wu Xingyun and the old monk sweeping the floor were silent for a while.
"You brat, of course he can't be a sweeper. Whose sweeper can stop you and me?" Wu Xingyun said angrily.
Li Xianyu smiled and said in his heart that you don't understand.
The old sweeping monk said: "I am indeed just a sweeping monk in Shaolin."
"No, you're not." Li Xianyu looked at the old monk sweeping the floor and said with a smile, "You don't deserve it."
