Chapter 237 The Old Monk of Sweeping the Floor (please give me a monthly ticket)

The Songyang Sect and his group lived in Shaochan Temple that night.

When he woke up the next morning, Sun Yan went to greet all the elders in the evening, and then he wandered around Shaochan Temple.

Before he knew it, he walked to a courtyard. Two monks came over and blocked the way. He said in a gentle voice: "Zhuangyuanlang, the Sutra Pavilion in this temple is next."

Sun Yanwan suddenly realized and replied, "I am not familiar with the path, so I walk around here and turn back."

He couldn't help but look up at the Sutra Library of Shaochan Temple.

The Songyang School has five classics and thirteen sword techniques, and is already a major sect with a deep sword technique. However, the Sutra Library of Shaochan Temple is said to contain seventy-two Buddhist Zen skills. Musashi is rich and the best in the world.

However, Sun Yanwan knew that even if he had a complete set of Musashi in Shaochan Temple and seventy-two Buddhist Zen skills in front of him, he would not be able to change his path. After all, he was already full of Taoist true energy and had no reason to change his methods. Unless he was abolished his own skills and turned to practice Buddhist Zen skills, why bother?

The martial arts of the Songyang School are definitely not inferior to that of the Shaochan Temple.

He was about to leave, but he heard a voice and said gently: "But Yan Wan? Come up!"

Seeing this, the two monks did not stop them, but instead made a gesture of courtesy.

Sun Yanwan was also very curious, but he was disrespectful. He walked towards the Sutra Pavilion, but he saw an old monk holding a broom and sweeping the fallen leaves. When he saw Sun Yanwan, he smiled and said, "I heard that the top scholar was so smart, but today I saw it very extraordinary."

Sun Yanwan had never seen this old monk. Yesterday, there was no such old monk at the heads of each hall. However, since this monk could be in the Sutra Pavilion and ordered the monk who guarded the Sutra Pavilion, his status must be very high. He bowed respectfully and asked, "What's the matter with the senior?"

The old monk sweeping the floor smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just want to meet the top scholar."

Sun Yan was very strange, but he didn't ask much, because the old monk would definitely say it, even if he didn't say it, it would be nothing, and he didn't have that much curiosity.

The old monk held the broom and seemed to be in deep thought. After a long time, he whispered: "It's probably forty years..."

"Maybe it was forty-one or two years ago!"

"A man once sneaked into Shaochan Temple and wanted to steal the secret martial arts scrolls of Shaochan Temple."

Sun Yanwan hurriedly said, "I don't have this idea. Master, please don't think about it randomly."

The old monk laughed and said, "That man claimed to be his surname Feng, and he made trouble, and told me not to meddle in other people's business."

"I told him at that time, how could anyone be a thief? I'm justified in reporting your own family?"

"Guess what he said?"

Sun Yanwan was startled and said hurriedly: "I don't know."

The old monk said with a smile: "He said..."

"Look at your fingertips!"

A golden hand fell from the sky.

Even though Sun Yanwan reacted quickly, she had only time to activate the immortal hammer and blasted out into the sky.

The old monk's moves were like the vajra's rage, with a huge momentum, but the palm power fell just right, which made Sun Yan's stay with him. He could only force him out all his potential.

Sun Yanwan felt that the sky and the earth were full of golden palm shadows, and he hurriedly used all his abilities. The more sweaty the more he sweated, he was like a monkey trapped by a net of heaven and earth, and he could not break the bond.

After dozens of moves passed, the palm shadows in the sky disappeared. Sun Yanwan felt that his muscles were pounding around, and the drops of true energy consumed in his body were gone, and no more strength could be raised.

The old monk put his palms together and asked, "Have you realized the top scholar?"

Sun Yanwan gasped and replied hesitantly: "But there are some problems with my martial arts?"

The old monk smiled and said, "Don't blame the martial arts of the Songyang Sect. The martial arts of the Songyang Sect have been revised by two generations and can be said to be a thousand and tempered."

Sun Yanwan said, "Is it my problem?"

The old monk nodded and said, "The son is teachable."

"Zhang Yuanqiao, Wang Xuangui may not have seen it, but you are still so young. They think it will be too late to mention you in a few years. It may be a kind of training to stop your cultivation for a while."

After Sun Yan was promoted to the first rank, he vaguely sensed that he should have achieved it overnight, or he was inexplicably innate, but he encountered a barrier, as if he had something wrong with his own ideas, or had he ignored something?

He and several elders, even Pei Han, Jiang Yan, and more than ten innate realms of the Songyang Sect, also sincerely consulted, but they could never break this barrier.

Just now, the old monk sweeping the floor took action and forced out all his potential. Sun Yanwan exhausted his true energy and exhausted his physical strength, and vaguely understood something, but he couldn't grasp the key.

He sat cross-legged for a while, recovered two or three points of his true energy, stood up and saluted the old monk, and whispered: "Senior, why should I mention the younger generation?"

The old monk smiled and said, "It was after that sentence, that old monk was trapped for twenty-six years and found out that Buddhism emphasizes cause and effect, so I returned this period of cause and effect to his disciples."

Sun Yanwan thanked the old monk again, but always felt something was wrong, and the old monk had no intention of leaving him anymore. Sun Yanwan had to say goodbye and leave. Before leaving, he suddenly asked, "My master will not come to be a thief, so he will report to his own house?"

The old monk smiled and said, "Why don't you say that my master will not be a thief?"

Sun Yanwan smiled wryly and left.

Of course he knew that this Feng Zushi was not only good at being a thief, but also used to being a thief, and even a robber.

After walking far away, Sun Yanwan suddenly woke up and secretly shouted: "I was deceived by the old bald and Taoist monk. He is actually cheating me!"

"However, what he said makes sense. I seem to be in somewhere, and it seems that I am a little bit short of it, but every time I try to break the situation, I can't succeed."

"Why do I have to think randomly? Why do I go and ask the teacher."

When Sun Yan went to find Zhang Yuanqiao, he learned that his master was drinking tea with Kongchan, so he went to find Kongchan monk.

Zhang Yuanqiao was drinking tea in a pavilion with Kongchan. The surrounding environment of this pavilion was quiet, and a very thin tributary was drawn from the water, surrounding the pavilion, gurgling water, and the trees were swaying. Every monk and one Taoist path really looked like a master.

Sun Yan went to pay homage to Master in the evening, and also greeted Monk Kongchan, and told me about the old monk who had just passed by the Sutra Pavilion and had to give advice.

Of course, he didn't mention Master Feng's affairs, and just said that this senior monk pointed at him and said that he had some problems.

Kong Chan smiled and said, "It is a blessing to meet him."

"Your master also knows, and I also know that you are indeed having some problems in martial arts practice."

"Even, we all know, there is the best solution."

Sun Yanwan hurriedly asked, "What's the solution?"

The cicada smiles without saying a word.
Chapter completed!