Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 122 The Sweeping Monk Makes His Move, and the Child Granny's Doubts

Inside the scripture pavilion, the three saw that the old monk had completely white hair and beard, and there seemed to be no flow of internal energy in his movements. He looked like an ordinary person who did not know any martial arts at all.

But his performance just now told them that this person was definitely not simple.

Xiao Yuanshan had been in the Sutra Repository for nearly thirty years, yet he had never seen this person before. He couldn't help but ask, "Who are you? How come I've never seen you before?"

The old monk calmly said, "I remember you, Layman Xiao. I also remember the first night you came to the pavilion to borrow a book called 'The Finger of No-Form Calamity'."

With your martial arts manual in hand, you're completely focused on it. How could you possibly have the time to care about an old monk like me?

Alas! From that night on, the layman entered the demonic path. What a pity!

Later, even the Layman Murong began to sneak into the Sutra Repository. You had several conflicts and tests with him... but recently the Layman Murong hasn't come again..."

When Qiao Feng heard the surname Murong, he subconsciously thought of Murong Fu, but not knowing whether it referred to his sworn brother, he remained silent.

While Xiao Yuanshan was shocked, Kumārajīva pointed out what martial arts skills he had acquired each time afterward. Xiao Yuanshan knew that everything he said was true, but at the time he had no sense that there was a second person present. Hearing the old monk's calm tone, he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Kumārajīva, observing the two's reactions, grew suspicious, but then the old monk turned to him and said:

"Great Wheel King...you...throat!"

Despite being a Buddhist, you are far more greedy than Layman Xiao. Starting with *The Light Fist*, over these past few months, you have...

I've seen almost all of their amazing skills..."

At this moment, many eminent monks from the Shaolin Temple arrived at the Sutra Repository. Led by Xuanji and Xuantong, the monks came to the floor where everyone was.

But then he saw an old monk he had never seen before, which aroused his curiosity.

He was wearing a gray robe, the standard uniform of a menial monk, but after exchanging glances, they could not recall ever seeing such an old menial monk.

The old monk ignored them and continued speaking to Kumārajīva: "Great Wheel King, you may not know this, but our Shaolin secret techniques are not easily passed on, not only because we fear they might fall into the hands of bad people and be used for evil purposes."

More importantly, when practicing martial arts, especially advanced techniques such as the Formless Finger, the Flower-Picking Finger, and the Prajna Palm, one must base one's practice on Buddhist teachings and have a compassionate heart to resolve any negative energy involved. Otherwise, the deeper one's skill, the greater the damage to the body.

Although you, Mingwang, are my Buddhist disciple, and are well-versed in Buddhist teachings, with unparalleled knowledge and eloquence, if you do not have the thought of compassion, generosity, and universal salvation, even if you are well-versed in the classics and have eloquent speech, you will ultimately be unable to dispel the malevolent energy you have cultivated while practicing these superior martial arts.

Also... please return the Yi Jin Jing to me.

Upon hearing this, Kumārajīva was greatly shocked, but he forced himself to remain calm and said, "This humble monk does not know what you are talking about. I learned those extraordinary skills from the scriptures of Dalun Temple. The Yi Jin Jing is something I have never heard of or seen before."

The old monk said, "Hehe, Your Majesty, you are unaware of this."

The temple's seventy-two unique skills are divided into "body" and "application". "Body" refers to the essence of internal energy, while "application" refers to the methods of using it.

Of those seventy-two unique skills, you and Layman Xiao only learned how to use them, so the harm to the body was relatively minor.

However, after years of illness, Mr. Xiao's condition had become terminal.

As for you, Mingwang, you already use the Lesser Formless Skill to drive the Seventy-Two Ultimate Techniques, so you can use them all, though the subtleties are...

It's somewhat ambiguous...

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At this moment, Xuanji and Xuantong realized that Kumārajīva's claim of mastering the seventy-two unique skills was actually a simulation using other martial arts techniques, and they couldn't help but glare angrily.

Then the monk said, "Using it this way won't endanger your origin in the short term, but... you're also forcefully practicing the Yi Jin Jing. This skill requires you to suppress your competitive spirit. However, the Ming King's 'Chengqi' acupoint is now crimson, and there's a faint purple aura emanating from his 'Wenxiang' acupoint... Alas..."

Although Xiao Yuanshan was shocked, thirty years of revenge had twisted his mind. Now that his enemies were all dead, he only wanted to take final revenge on the martial arts world of the Song Dynasty. He no longer cared about life or death and said:

"Stop playing tricks! I want to see what kind of magic this Shaolin monk has up his sleeve!"

Having said that, he leaped like a tiger in front of the old monk and used the "Mirror Image" move from the Prajna Palm technique. It was fast and slow, and he was about to strike the old monk's chest.

Xiao Yuanshan had originally intended to test the old monk's abilities, but to his surprise, the monk didn't react at all even at a distance of one foot.

He neither parried nor dodged. He then made up his mind to kill the old monk as a starting point, and then fight the Xuan-generation high monk to see who was superior.

Unexpectedly, the old monk only slightly opened his eyes when Xiao Yuanshan's palm wind brushed against the corner of his clothes. Suddenly, Xiao Yuanshan crashed into a wall of energy, and all the original momentum was reversed onto himself. He crashed through a side wall and fell down.

The old monk shook his head slightly and stepped outside the wall. There was no fluctuation of true energy, yet it was as if he was walking in the air, and he walked from the air to the quiet garden outside.

During the journey, he spoke slowly, just as before: "Master Xiao, recently you have been experiencing problems with the 'Liangmen' and 'Taiyi' acupoints on your lower abdomen..."

Can you feel a dull pain?

That is the consequence of forcibly mastering extraordinary skills without the Buddhist teachings to resolve the issue...

Xiao Yuanshan, thrown back by the incomprehensible technique, flipped over in mid-air, his body bent, as he watched the old monk approach him step by step.

Hearing his words, which pointed directly to the root of the problem, I was deeply shaken.

Qiao Feng also landed from the Sutra Pavilion, helped his father up, and looked at the old monk in front of them. However, Kumārajīva stood to the left front of the old monk, not as close as he had been to Xiao Yuanshan as before.

The monks Xuanji, Xuantong, and others followed Kumārajīva out of the damaged hole in the wall.

The other Shaolin disciples subtly surrounded the group.

Many experts who wanted to get to the Sutra Pavilion also noticed the scene and came closer.

Some wanted to help annihilate the three masters from the Liao and Tubo kingdoms, while others wanted to take advantage of the chaos.

Bai Wuchen, a jade flute player from Jiangnan, entered Shaolin Temple with his friend Luo Qingyi.

They weren't there to participate in the hunt for the three foreign masters—they knew their own limitations—nor were they there to steal martial arts techniques; they weren't interested in such underhanded tactics. They came in simply to witness the spectacle of masters dueling.

Accompanying them was a young man in white, who asked them what had just happened as they climbed over the wall.

Luo Qingyi was a man of few words, while Bai Wuchen enjoyed making friends.

After that, they traveled together and he told him about a series of events, from the great battle between Xiao Feng and Kumārajīva to the appearance of the man in black, Xuan Ci's death, and the entry of three foreign masters into the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion.

They could tell that the young master's clothes were not cheap, but he was probably a third-rate expert, just like them.

Firstly, because his lightness skill could keep up with mine, and he had at least developed internal energy.

Secondly, his longsword is clearly just for show, covered with many gems and jade carvings, which is something a true master would never care about.

However, the two beautiful women, one tall and one short, beside him were quite eye-catching.

The older one looked to be no more than twenty years old. He was also dressed in white, with beautiful features and fair skin, but his expression was indifferent. Only when he looked at the young man in white did his expression change.

The younger one was even more alarming. He looked to be only seven or eight years old, with delicate features and an adorable face, but his expression was mature beyond his years. He didn't say a word and just obediently stayed a step behind the white-robed young master.

If someone of this age possesses the strength of a third-rate master, that would be truly astonishing!

Before Bai Wuchen could think it through, he had already followed the crowd to a quiet garden. Turning his head, he saw the sign for the Sutra Repository, where the three experts were gathered.

Facing them was an old monk in a gray robe.

"Look, the three people that the old monk is facing are the ones I just mentioned. The one alone is Kumārajīva..."

Just as he was about to point out a spot for the young master to recognize people, he saw that the young master had already found an excellent viewing spot and was gesturing for him to go there. After Bai Wuchen went there, he found that the situation was indeed tense. The Great Wheel King Kumārajīva was shooting energy at the old monk in turn, but it was as if he had hit an invisible wall.

Then the old monk raised his hand and waved, and Xiao Yuanshan, dressed in black, flew backward in front of him, requiring all his strength to stop him.

Just then, the old monk seemed to float over again, raising his hand to deliver a palm strike.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Feng rushed forward to try and stop Xiao Yuanshan, but the old monk seemed unconcerned. He let Xiao Feng strike him in the chest with a palm strike, and with a casual wave of his hand, sent Xiao Yuanshan flying several meters backward.

By this time, Kumārajīva knew he was no match for him, so he fled.

Xiao Feng held Xiao Yuanshan in his arms and stared intently at the old monk.

The old monk, however, looked towards Bai Wuchen. This startled Bai Wuchen, who then heard the monk's voice seemingly whispering in his ear:

"Master Wu, Master Murong, you have arrived."

Bai Wuchen then realized that the white-robed man had mentioned that his surname was Murong.

Murong Fu was quite unhappy that he was late and missed many good shows, but after all, he had brought such a large family with him, and with so many people, things were bound to go wrong.

But he didn't expect the martial arts tournament to start so early.

Now, following Bai Wuchen and Luo Qingyi's explanations, they arrived at the familiar Sutra Repository.

Just as I was getting ready to watch the show, I unexpectedly saw Xiao Yuanshan, one of the Four Great Masters of Tianlong, being beaten down like a clay chicken or a clay dog, Kumachi fleeing, and Qiao Feng delivering a solid palm strike, yet it seemed to have no effect.

Then the sweeping monk recognized himself and the old woman.

With a swift movement, he appeared before the old monk, squinting as he asked, "You know Grandma? Are you from the 'Ling' generation?"

The sweeping monk said, "This humble monk has no seniority."

Unexpectedly, after so many years, Master Wu has already completed his third cycle of practice of the "Eternal Youth and Longevity Exercise."

With his true feelings exposed in a single sentence, Wu Xingyun's expression darkened. What puzzled him most was that she clearly had a good memory, yet she couldn't recall ever having seen this person before.

What she found most unacceptable was that no matter how she observed him, he seemed to be an ordinary old man who didn't know martial arts. Even when she watched him make a move, she couldn't detect the slightest movement of his internal energy.

This feeling... reminded her of her master, Xiaoyaozi.