The Sutra Library of Shaolin Temple has always been a place that men with a dream of martial arts have longed for.

There is no reason, because there are countless martial arts secrets stored here and the cultivation experience left by masters of Shaolin Temple over thousands of years.

Of course, we must not forget the large number of Buddhist scriptures stored in the Sutra Library, many of which are original versions, and their preciousness is no less than that of rare treasures.

It’s a pity that these peerless lonely books are really meaningless in Jiang Yu’s eyes. He has been wandering up and down the Sutra Pavilion for several times, but he has not found the scripture he wants to see.

"It seems that the system still arranged the Nine Yang True Sutra according to the final ending of the story, buried in the valley of Kunlun Mountain, and did not return to the Sutra Library of Shaolin Temple."

He didn't say that Zhang Wuji was not authentic. Originally, Zhang Wuji had a good time with Shaolin Temple. Later, Master Zhang was willing to help Shaolin Sect, which was considered to be a complete charity and righteousness. This is really not a big deal.

"The Nine Yang True Sutra is gone, why is it that even Jueyuan is gone? And the Sweeping Monk?"

When Jiang Yu and Chengguan next to him mentioned it, they realized that in the Shaolin Sect in this system, the status of the sweeping monk was very different from that in the original work. This unknown old monk has become a legend in the temple. Although he is still cleaning the Sutra Pavilion in name, he actually doesn't need to do these things anymore. He just hides in the deepest part of the Sutra Pavilion and reads Buddhist scriptures every day, and does not need to see outsiders. As for the cleaning, there are naturally others responsible.

As for Jueyuan... this old monk has really died, and the system has not allowed him to survive, which surprised him very much.

"If I want to exchange Jueyuan as a master, wouldn't it work?"

There was no clue in his mind, and Jiang Yu couldn't leave the "Shaolin Temple" at this time and ran to the space with only one altar to try to exchange Jueyuan alone. He could only look through the secret book of Dora Ye's finger and the letters left by some senior monks in the temple to practice this fingering method.

As for Chengguan, he stood by and guarded him properly, and never spoke much. At the same time, he did not show any covetousness to the mountain secrets placed around him. After all, Chengguan was very particular about martial arts in the Dharma Hall, and knew about the many martial arts in the temple. At the same time, he knew what he could practice and couldn't practice, so he didn't have so many thoughts about these martial arts secrets.

At most, I envy the uncle Jiang Yu, who has already achieved good cultivation at a young age and is extremely fast in practicing the Yijin Jing. Judging from him, this uncle will probably not be long before he can become the number one master in the temple.

"It's a pity that the uncle of the master refused to become a monk, otherwise the century-old foundation of Shaolin Temple would have to be handed over to this uncle!"

Jiang Yu was reading Doroye's finger at this time, not knowing that he had such a high status in Chengguan's heart. But even if he knew, he would not have any interest in the heavy responsibility of taking over the century-old foundation of Shaolin. He still had a great life to enjoy, so where did he have the time to accompany a group of old monks to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name?

Just as he was watching, there was one more person next to him. Jiang Yu had already realized something about his internal skills. However, Yu Guangzhong saw that it was a gray-clothed monk and did not take it seriously. He just thought it was an ordinary monk responsible for cleaning in the Sutra Pavilion. But after a while, he couldn't help but raise his head strangely.

The old monk held a Buddhist scripture in his hand and said to Jiang Yu with a smile: "If a young man wants to practice this word of the Dora Ye finger, he must read this scripture more to resolve the anger arises when practicing martial arts."

"ah?"

Jiang Yu was stunned at first, looked up at the monk in gray, recalling the previous words, he first regarded the old monk as the sweeping monk who liked to persuade people to practice martial arts and read scriptures the most. But when he looked at it again, he saw that the old man had a kind eyebrows, eyes, beard and hair all had grayish-white colors. It seemed nothing strange when he looked at it. When he looked closely, he found that the old monk was extraordinary in his demeanor, as if he was in the upper hand or had a very wealthy family background.

This is not the temperament that the sweeping monk who has lived in the Sutra Pavilion for decades can possess, and there is really one person with a wealthy background in the Sutra Pavilion in Shaolin Temple.

"Murrong Bo?"

He really thought of coming to the Shaolin Temple to find Murong Bo, but he didn't expect that he would meet in this situation. He didn't know what to say for a moment, and he took the scriptures into his hand in a daze.

After he came to his senses, the monk in gray was still standing in front of him and looked at Jiang Yu with a smile.

According to the current generation of Shaolin Sect, the nameless old monk is one generation higher than Xuanci, and Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan are both considered his disciples, which means that when Jiang Yu saw it, he should call him uncle.

However, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo are in a special situation and have not really been ordained as monks. Although they are said to be not bound by the form and even have no magic number, they are actually just - you are just a group of non-staff members who are not included in the inheritance of this temple. In addition, the nameless old monk is not considered a direct inheritance of the Shaolin School, so his status as a disciple is just that.

If it weren't for the perverted monk who had excellent Buddhist skills and high martial arts skills, no one in Shaolin Temple took him seriously - but in other words, no one would dare to ignore his existence when he was extremely skilled in martial arts. Only the Shaolin Sect has the confidence to throw them aside and let them play with them.

Therefore, the old monk Wuming led his two disciples to live his own life in the Sutra Library, and he was very happy. Although Jiang Yu was determined to get close to him, he didn't know how to start. He never thought that he would come to find the secret book of Doroye. This Murong Bo came out on his own initiative.

"My nephew has met Mr. Murong."

After a moment of being stunned, he realized that no matter what, his seniority is real. Even if he is not valued in the Shaolin Sect, he is his uncle. Anyway, there are so many etiquettes that people don’t blame him for honestly performing etiquette.

The monk in gray was indeed Murong Bo. He smiled and returned the bow, and then said: "Don't forget to read that Buddhist scripture carefully to resolve the hostility in martial arts, otherwise he would inevitably suffer deeply in the future."

In fact, Jiang Yu was quite dissatisfied with the statement that practicing martial arts would harm himself. In his opinion, those who had made trouble with their own practices caused a hidden danger. They either practiced forcing themselves or practiced regardless of any martial arts. They must know that the Shaolin School has their own mental methods, and many of the martial arts practice methods conflict with each other. When Shaolin monks choose to practice martial arts themselves, they try to avoid such conflicts. Only some stupid martial arts silly will have problems.

Jiang Yu was very cautious in choosing external skills. He did not practice it regardless of any martial arts. Instead, he first checked whether the method of exerting strength and his own way of doing things conflicted.

What's more, when he practices the Yijin Sutra internally, he pays the most attention to the control of true qi. As long as he is not in a hurry to make trouble, there is no danger of becoming possessed by the devil. This means relying on Buddhist scriptures to resolve hostility, it seems that it is meaningless to him.

However, the elders were not willing to retreat, so they had to nod their heads obediently and then put away the Buddhist scriptures with pain in their hearts. At worst, they could take them back and put them on for a few days, and then send them back.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw that the monk in gray had left straight away. Jiang Yu couldn't ask anything anymore. After looking at it, it was getting late, so he put down the secret book of the Dora Ye's finger and the cultivation experience of the monks of the previous generations, and left the Sutra Pavilion with the Buddhist scriptures handed over to him by Murong Bo.

After returning to his Zen temple, Jiang Yu meditated casually and found that he had a little time left before leaving the system.

It’s a pity to practice the exercises for such a little time? It’s not enough! Just leave, it’s a bit of a pity.

When he was very bored, Jiang Yu caught a glimpse of the Buddhist scriptures he placed at the bedside.

"It's also idle, just take a look."

Murong Bo rarely showed his face, and he couldn't argue too much about others' face. It would be good to just flip through it, but Jiang Yu turned the Buddhist scriptures and saw a few pages of thin paper falling down from the Buddhist scriptures lightly.

Jiang Yu was stunned at first, then picked up the pieces of thin paper and found that there were many small fly-headed calligraphy written on it. After he read it carefully, he realized that this was a profound martial arts technique.

"Hmm? Is this..."

He had some guesses in his heart, but he was not sure, because he really couldn't figure out why that person would be willing to hand over this thing to him. He quickly put together a few pieces of tissue paper, and then sorted it out and arranged it in order. Jiang Yu looked at the first page of paper and saw four words clearly written on it: Fighting and moving stars.

"It's really a scattered moment?"

After scratching his head, Jiang Yu became more and more confused about why, but he didn't know that after Murong Bo handed over the Buddhist scriptures to Jiang Yu, he went straight to the meditation room in the innermost part of the Sutra Pavilion. An old monk in green didn't even open his eyes when he saw that he came back, and said casually: "Can't you let go?"

Murong Bo knew that his actions were known to his "master", so he explained: "It's a pity that the kung fu was lost, so he just wanted to find someone to pass on it."

As for choosing Jiang Yu, it was because of Jiang Yu's identity - he was not a monk from the Shaolin Sect and he was one of the only few people in Shaolin Temple who have practiced the Yijin Jing.

The former means that Jiang Yu will not stay in Shaolin Temple as a monk who is reclining, while the latter also means that Jiang Yu has outstanding talent and strength. The combination of the two means that the stars will not be buried when they move to his hands.

As for the Buddhist scriptures... he really hoped that Jiang Yu could read it, but he felt that with the temperament of a young man, he would not take a look at it, right?

But Jiang Yu turned on the Buddhist scriptures and read them carefully. He temporarily kept them in his arms and did not practice.

Because Jiang Yu unexpectedly caught a very familiar sentence in the Buddhist scriptures he opened later, he was unable to find which page it was, so he had to read it in detail page by page, and at the same time he was puzzled.
Chapter completed!