"Amitabha."

The thin old monk looked like he had no flesh on his body, and there was no energy in his eyes. It seemed that he would fall to the ground at any time when a gust of wind blew. But only Yang Gui knew how much strength he could unleash.

The old monk smiled and walked up with a broom and said: "The donor is such a strong 'god'. I wonder which Taoist sect he is?"

Yang Gui looked at the sweeping monk and suddenly smiled. He put his fingers together and made a bow: "Eastern Turtle Xianliu."

"Hey, it seems that the old monk is still ignorant." The sweeping monk nodded, as if he had become more knowledgeable today, "The donor came to the Sutra Pavilion to take a look at the Buddhist teachings. Let's discuss the differences between Buddhism and Taoism. Then

They are all good, and the old monk dare not hinder the donor."

"It's just that Master Xiao has been in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion for a long time, and the cruel energy of Shaolin's unique skills has entered his body. The old monk can't let him leave at will, otherwise the old monk will become someone who cares about human life and indirectly kills people, which violates the precepts of Shaolin. That's not allowed. According to Buddhism,

Sweeping the floor may harm the lives of ants, but cherishing moths covers the gauze lamp. The old monk cannot watch layman Xiao die in vain."

Yang Gui nodded, "What the monk said makes sense, Xiao Xiao, just stay in the Sutra Pavilion and wait until this eminent monk calms down your anger before we talk about anything else."

The sweeping monk's face was full of joy: "That's good, that's good. The donor can understand the great meaning, which shows that he has great wisdom and is worthy of being a Taoist master. If there is a need to communicate in the future, the old monk can also explain a piece of Buddhism to the donor."

"Easy to say, easy to say." Yang Gui smiled and waved his hand, "Goodbye."

He turned around and walked downstairs slowly. Xiao Yuanshan's eyes were full of panic. He was fine when he didn't know. In order to escape the torture, it was not impossible to convert to Buddhism. But now that Yang Gui had told him the truth, how could he be willing to be brainwashed by the Shaolin Temple?

Monk.

"ha!"

He roared angrily, raised his hand and palmed it, and the overbearing force of his palm flipped the bookshelves around the Ksitigarbha Pavilion over, causing many scriptures to fly into the sky.

"Oh, that's good, that's good."

The sweeping monk softly recited the Buddha's name, clasped his hands together, and saw the seemingly invisible air surge around him, freezing all the scriptures in the sky. The bookshelf returned to the right position, and the scriptures flew back to the shelf one by one, making it more orderly than before.

As for Xiao Yuanshan's palm, it hit three feet in front of the sweeping monk and disappeared, as if it had never existed.

"Just now, the Taoist Priest of Kamesen-ryu seemed to have quite a misunderstanding about this temple. Practitioner Xiao listened to the family's words and actually panicked. In fact, even if Practitioner Xiao refused to study Buddhism in this temple, the hostility in his body was unacceptable.

If it persists again, it will become a chronic disease over time and may be life-threatening."

Xiao Yuanshan looked at the sweeping monk warily, put his hands on his chest, and took a few steps back, like a weak girl being intimidated by a strong man: "Thank you for your kindness, master. I have found a way to resolve it, so I won't bother you, master."

"

"Are you talking about the benefactor of the Turtle Senryu? Oh, it's wrong, it's all wrong. The road is in a mess, and a disaster is imminent."

The sweeping monk shook his head and said: "Taoism has its own breadth and depth, but the hostility of Buddhist teachings must naturally be resolved by Buddhist principles. Only Taoism's own hostility should be calmed down by Taoism."

Xiao Yuanshan was stunned: "Is...is it?"

Suddenly I felt that what the sweeping monk said made sense. Every product has its own owner, and there are crickets and crickets in the saline-alkali land. How could Taoism solve the hidden dangers of Buddhist techniques?

"Master, please tell me."

Xiao Yuanshan leaned forward slightly, indicating that he was listening with an open mind.

"Good, good." The sweeping monk was very pleased and said: "Look, layman, the first time you came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to borrow was a copy of "The Handbook of the Unmarked Kalpa".

In the Sutra of Arrows..."

"Bang!"

While the sweeping monk was speaking, a golden light suddenly flew in from the window, and a huge shock wave turned around and blasted in from the window, exploding on the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk hurriedly stood up, clasped his hands together, and changed his expression several times, finally suppressing the shock wave explosion in his palms so as not to damage the Sutra Pavilion.

But even so, the scattered aftermath still pushed the surroundings like waves, pushing the rows of bookshelves as if they were swaying in the waves.

"Amitabha."

The sweeping monk looked at the window, "I thought that the benefactor understood the righteousness and left just like that, but I didn't expect that the Taoist master would be so cunning and secretly attack, but it shouldn't be done."

Yang Gui floated up from the window and stepped in lightly. Although he was light in stature, his expression was extremely solemn.

Just now, he pretended to leave and attacked while the sweeping monk was satisfied. The timing of this move was perfect. It was just when the sweeping monk was satisfied and immersed in explaining Buddhism to others. It could be said that the old monk was at his most relaxed time.

Just like Bai Sanniang points out Gongsun Wulong.

Yang Gui originally planned that even if the sweeping monk's protective air wall had been activated as a passive skill, the force of the rebound would be enough to blow the entire fourth floor of the Sutra Pavilion into rubble, and he would be able to take advantage of the chaos to rob Xiao Yuanshan. Who would have thought that this would happen?

The old monk actually caught his own shock wave at the last moment.

"I was about to leave, but I couldn't help it when I heard you talking nonsense, monk."

Yang Gui looked at the sweeping monk and sneered: "Master, with your Buddhist attainments, you must know that the so-called religion is just a cloak, it is just a shortcut to cultivate 'god' with the help of some kind of power. Different paths lead to the same goal. What is said is that only Buddhist brainwashing can resolve it?

I think you are probably coveting Xiao Yuanshan, the best Buddhist protector."

"That's good, that's good. It seems that the donor's misunderstanding of Buddhism is too deep, and the old monk should resolve it with the help of Buddhism today."

The sweeping monk said, and patted Yang Gui with a light palm.

This palm in the original work was enough to kill Murong Bo in one blow. Xiao Yuanshan was watching with great fear. He thought to himself that facing this palm, he could neither block it nor escape, even if he unleashed all his strength to deal with it.

, it’s hard to escape the word death.

But it was obvious that this was just an ordinary palm to Yang Gui. Yang Gui dodged it sideways and was about to fight back, but he found that a strange spiritual force was extending along the palm and rushed straight into his Niwan Palace.

god".

In an instant, Yang Gui felt as if there was a Buddha sitting on a lotus platform in front of him, and Zen chanting in his ears. His restless fighting spirit was gradually calmed down, and he just wanted to sit down and listen to the Buddhist principles.

The "god" in the Niwan Palace was beating wildly. Yang Gui shook his head to get rid of the illusion, and found that the sweeping monk's palm was already close at hand. He was startled, raised his hand and fired two wavelets to explode, blocking the sweeping monk's palm, and then

He punched the sweeping monk in the face.

The sweeping monk raised his elbow and made a vertical split with the palm of his left hand. The right hand holding Yang Gui's fist stretched out a finger from the bottom of his sleeve and silently pointed towards Yang Gui's Guanyuan point.

Yang Gui waved his front hand lightly, using the force of his palm to move his body, and raised his back foot to crush the Yin Ren's fingers. He was about to pursue, but unexpectedly another wave of spiritual power rushed into his mind along the acupuncture points on the soles of his feet.

Yang Gui shouted softly, the Niwan Palace jumped, and a huge turtle shell emerged from his body, blocking the sweeping monk's mental attack.

He originally thought that the tortoise shell magical power that could even block the invasion of Changchun Valley's spiritual energy could block the spiritual attack of the sweeping monk, but he forgot that the spiritual energy of the Changchun Valley was accidentally released from the spiritual spring, but the sweeping monk deliberately manipulated and gathered a little to actively attack.

, cannot be compared.

In just a few breaths, the two of them passed twenty or thirty moves. The fight was fragmented, every move and every move was dismembered. It was worse than a child's play. Yang Gui has never done anything since he learned the art.

Such a bad fight.

But there is really no way. Every time Yang Gui makes a move or defends a move, a spiritual force invades through his fists, feet or internal force. Although it is much weaker under the isolation of the turtle shell magical skill, masters like them can't fight against it.

, it was also a fatal flaw in an instant. Yang Gui could only stop and retreat to defend.

Yang Gui was agitated because he was being harassed by the sweeping monk. He let out a clear whistle and flew seven to eight feet away. He kept waving his palms and hit the sweeping monk with his Prince's Fighting Technique like a violent storm.

But the sweeping monk was like Salu with the protective shield turned on. Although his face was solemn and he could tell that he was trying his best, nothing could hurt him in the end.

"Drink!"

Yang Gui roared loudly, and instead of getting into a close fight with the sweeping monk, he launched another Pegasus Meteor Fist. Hundreds of fist air marks hit the air wall, but he still couldn't break through the defense.

"Amitabha, donor, please don't waste your efforts." The sweeping monk's tone was as calm as before, but it always felt full of ridicule.

"Try this again!" Yang Gui gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand to grab, and two huge golden claws appeared. The Aurora Divine Wind Claw grabbed one claw into the air wall, and tried to tear it outward with both hands.

"Bo!"

There was a sound of bursting bubbles, and the three-foot air wall was finally broken. But at the moment when the air wall was broken, the sweeping monk appeared like a ghost, with his fists, legs, claws and fingers coming out, and he had seventy-two stunts, at least sixty.

More than five kinds.

A large amount of external and internal energy came at him with strange spiritual power. Yang Gui could only use his movement skills to defend and retreat. When he eliminated all the attacks, he found that the wall of energy from the sweeping monk was back again, and it was still not stopping behind the wall.

There is internal energy surging out.

He is like a soldier holding a huge shield and shooting arrows from behind, making people unable to start.

"fv*k!"

Yang Gui let out an American curse. He and Zhang Sanfeng took the path of integrating essence, energy and spirit, using the spirit to control the essence to amplify the power of martial arts. But the sweeping monk took out the spirit he had cultivated alone.

Using gods to attack makes people unable to defend themselves.

Yang Gui had never encountered such a method before, and he had not taken any special measures to deal with it. He could only fight with strength. But he found that he should have been practicing god training in the world of Tianlong for many years, and this old monk was stronger in both internal strength and god.

He is on the front line, which is completely detrimental to himself.

This Lao Deng appears to be compassionate on the surface, but in fact he is very cunning in his attacks. Every time he strikes, the timing is precisely at the flaw in his attack or at the node where he can regain his energy, making him tired of dealing with it. Even if he wants to gather his energy to use Turtle Style Qigong, it will be difficult for him to do so.

There is no chance. Moreover, considering the strength of this old man, even if he does fight, it may not cause any huge harm to him.

While Yang Gui was dealing with Qi Jin and the invading gods from the Sweeping Monk, he accidentally hit the Qi Men and Huantiao acupoints with one punch and one finger of the Sweeping Monk. Fortunately, his turtle shell magic skill included reversing the meridians and quickly shifting the acupoints.

Otherwise, he would have no power to fight anymore at this time.

"Well."

Yang Gui groaned and backed away quickly. He felt that foreign objects were constantly intruding into the meridians all over his body, and the internal force traveling along seemed to turn into a burning flame, burning his meridians, trying to forge and transform his whole body.

There was also a buzzing sound in my mind, Niwan Palace was invaded, and my mind felt like countless steel needles pricking it.

The sweeping monk did not pursue him, but said calmly: "The almsgiver's teachings are mysterious, but it seems that they are not as boundless as the Buddha's teachings after all."

It's just a martial arts competition to determine the winner, so what he said is like the difference between Buddhism and Taoism.

But Yang Gui had no way to refute, his skills were inferior to others and he had nothing to say.
Chapter completed!