Chapter 981 Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, sweeping old monk

A gentle force held Zhang Xiǎohuā and stopped him from bowing down.

"Don't be polite, let xiǎo donor, Lao Gu is too simple here, please forgive me" Master Changsheng's voice was unusually kind, and it sounded very comfortable.

Zhang Xiǎohuā said sincerely: "It is extremely fortunate to be able to see the master, how dare you care about external objects?"

"Hehe, good, Ren xiǎo donor is not very old, but he is old enough to receive people and things, no wonder he can get the favor of your sect leader and send invitations instead of his disciples"

"Where ......" Zhang Xiǎohuā said humbly, "Isn't it because you still have some strength, and the sect leader sent it?"

"Oh?" the Immortal Master was puzzled.

"Hehe, that's it...... Master Changxing stepped forward and told him what had just happened, and finally explained: "Without the permission of the abbot, the poor monk made an argument without permission, and asked the abbot to punish him"

"Hehe" The abbot on the field smiled, waved his hand and said: "Senior brother, this is the same, the world's martial arts are out of Dalin, and the martial arts of my Dalin Temple are originally for people in the world to cultivate, although Ren Xiǎo is a disciple of the Xiangjiao Sect......"

When Zhang Xiǎohuā heard this, his face was happy, but then he was disappointed, and he only heard the immortal master say again: "Of course, the secret internal strength of our Dalin Temple cannot be allowed to be cultivated, but it is ordinary...... It's okay to look at the likes of boxing and swordsmanship......"

However, Zhang Xiǎohuā still thanked him, he wanted to advance the Dharma swordsmanship at this time, but he was afraid that Master Chang Geng would be suspicious, so he had to be a stuffy gourd

With the approval of Master Changsheng, Master Changxing breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhang Xiǎohuā took the opportunity to take out the yù Jane, respectfully handed it over, and said, "This is an invitation sent to me by my sect master, and I ask the abbot to accept it."

The elder nodded: "You really worked hard to send this invitation, why didn't the old man accept it?"

As he spoke, he caught yù Jane, held yù Jane in his hand, and immersed his divine consciousness, and after a while, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Ren xiǎo donor, has your incense sect's apologetic array been completely broken?"

"Yes, Master Changsheng" Zhang Xiǎohuā then said the matter of the incense teaching, Master Changsheng's brows wrinkled slightly, and after a while, he sighed and said: "Time also, life also, people in the rivers and lakes, the body can't help themselves, even if it is ......"

Immediately after announcing the Buddha's horn again, he laughed at himself: "As a person outside the square, it makes the xiǎo donor laugh."

Zhang Xiǎohuā shook his head and said: "Master compassion, in the spirit of 'I don't go to hell, who will go to hell', being in the rivers and lakes is really beyond my wait......"

Then, he looked at Master Chang Geng, who was lowering his eyebrows next to him, and said tentatively: "Changsheng Abbot, xiǎo Zi is dull, there is one more thing for the abbot to approve ......"

"What else?" asked the elder with a smile.

At this time, Master Chang Gung raised his head and said: "Senior Brother Abbot, what the benefactor asks for, the poor monk knows, involves the secret ...... of my Dalin Temple in the past."

"Oh?" Elder Chang was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to Zhang xiǎohuā and said, "Then please let the donor wait outside for a while?"

Zhang Xiǎohuā hurriedly got up and arched his hand: "This matter involves my senior sister Zixia's life experience, if possible, I hope the master will be merciful."

Elder Chang nodded slightly, smiling silently.

Zhang xiǎohuā walked out of the simple meditation room, stood outside, and waited for about half a meal, which is not long, but also short, he wanted to release his divine consciousness several times to see what was going on inside, and he also wanted to escape to the inside several times to listen to what was being said, but one was afraid of being discovered by the elders, and the other was most importantly, he was afraid of annoying Dalin Temple, and people did not have to punish anything, just a polite sentence: "Sorry, this is a secret of my Dalin Temple, and it cannot be spread at will." ”

Yes, the dream of finding his own background is gone.

Maybe Zhang Xiǎohuā can restrain Master Chang Gung and use the mí soul finger to force it, but the fine works of the Tianlong Sect can have a way to avoid the mí soul finger, how can Dalin Temple not have it?

Just when Zhang Xiǎohuā was scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks after thinking about it, the mén of the meditation room opened with a sound of "Zhila", and Master Changxing and Master Chang Gung came out of it, and Zhang Xiǎohuā jumped over and said urgently: "Master, such as ...... What .......?"

Master Chang Gung said with a smile: "The abbot's mercy is already approved, but this matter has been a long time, wait for the old man to think about it carefully, and then inform him."

Zhang xiǎohuā was pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly saluted: "Thank you, master, I ......"

"The donor doesn't have to be polite, the abbot has words, there is no need to thank him in person, and the monks should be convenient for others. In addition, the abbot will definitely attend the martial arts conference of your sect on time, and the xiǎo donor will go back to tell Jingyi Shitai is. ”

"Thank you, Master" Zhang Xiǎohuā stood outside the mén and bowed to the ground facing the meditation room.

However, a soft force came out of the room, supporting him and not letting him bow down, although this force was not worth mentioning for Zhang xiǎohuā at this time, but Zhang xiǎohuā hesitated for a moment, and got up very respectfully.

"Okay, xiǎo donor, the abbot won't let you thank you, you don't need to thank you, why bother to be bound by vulgar etiquette?" Master Changxing said with a smile: "It's better to follow the old man to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and find your swordsmanship and boxing skills." ”

After finding clues to his life experience for the dream, Zhang xiǎohuā was also less eager for what swordsmanship, fist and stick techniques, thinking of the dream of waiting outside the temple, Zhang xiǎohuā said tentatively: "Rong xiǎozi went outside the temple first, how about telling Senior Sister Zixia about this?"

Master Changxing waved his hand: "This matter is not in a hurry, just find a disciple to go out and say it, send you to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, Lao Wei has other things." ”

Zhang Xiǎohuā said happily: "Thank you, master." ”

Then he thought of something and asked, "By the way, before coming to Dalin Temple, the sect leader of the other sect told me, if possible, let me bow down to the Yuantian Master, I don't know if I will say a word to the Immortal Master?"

"It's easy to say, the old man will be the abbot for a while, and he will go to Tallinn before the xiǎo donor leaves."

"Tallinn?" Zhang Xiǎohuā was stunned for a moment, and before he could ask, Master Changxing just walked forward, as if this Tallinn Zhang Xiǎohuā should know.

Following Master Chang Xing to the front of an extremely ordinary pavilion, a gray-clothed monk came out to greet him, Master Chang Xing pointed to Zhang Xiǎohuā and said: "This is the messenger of the incense sect Ren Xiaoyao, the abbot has an edict, you can choose a book of swordsmanship, palm techniques and other ordinary secret books, read in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, can not be taken out of the Zangjing Pavilion, can not be copied"

"Yes, according to the abbot's decree. This donor, please come here," said the monk Shili.

"Here...... Is it the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?" Looking at the unassuming Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Zhang Xiǎohuā was very surprised.

"What does the donor think of the Scripture Pavilion?" said Master Changxing.

"This ...... How can you have to be guarded by monks with strong martial arts, how can you ...... How can you ......" In addition to the guards, Zhang xiǎohuā almost said what the Ethereal School Library looked like.

"Haha, xiǎo donor's appearance is the same" Master Changxing said: "sè itself is empty, empty is also sè, no one said that this Tibetan scripture pavilion must be a treasure solemn image."

After speaking, Master Changxing waved his hand and said: "Lao Gu has other things, let the donor finish the cheats, and then send the donor on the road."

"On the road?" Zhang Xiǎohuā pouted secretly: "This seems to have two meanings."

"Don't dare to nag the master, please let the master take care of himself"

When Master Changxing left, Zhang Xiǎohuā followed the monk into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, which was not big, only a large Xiǎo with a square circle of two zhangs, and a wooden ladder in a corner that led to the second floor, Zhang Xiǎohuā knew that this second floor was definitely not something he could go up to, so he didn't look over there.

The monk led Zhang xiǎohuā to a row of bookshelves, pointed with his hand, and said respectfully: "Let the donor, this row is the sword technique, palm technique, fist technique, stick technique, etc., please choose a book from the donor, and the poor monk is waiting here."

Zhang xiǎohuā understood when he heard it, and said with a smile: "Thank you, master, I know." ”

Then, Zhang xiǎohuā is to release the divine consciousness slightly, and while looking at it with ròu eyes, it is also distinguishing with divine consciousness.

It's a pity, it's really as Master Nachangxing said, these are all ordinary cheats of Dalin Temple, Zhang xiǎohuā searched the entire bookshelf, and didn't find any immortal bō movement, unconsciously, when Zhang xiǎohuā randomly selected cheats, his divine sense was to let go, and the entire Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was shrouded, and each bookshelf was checked one by one, just when he was full of disappointment, that is, when he was about to look at the wooden ladder again, his eyes swept inadvertently, and he was stunned on the spot

I saw an old monk with a thin figure, a short body, and a gray monk's robe, standing next to the wooden ladder with this old broom in his hand, and meticulously sweeping the ground with his head down.

With a sound of "coaxing", Zhang xiǎohuā is blood poured into his brain, and he unbelievably swept away his divine consciousness again, or like that, in his divine consciousness, there was no sign of the sweeping old monk at all.

"This ......" Zhang xiǎohuā didn't dare to take a look at himself anymore, and quickly took back his divine sense, even if he wanted to force himself into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion at night, he also dispelled it, and pretended to look for it for a while, Zhang xiǎohuā asked casually: "This master, the master who swept the floor in front of the wooden ladder, who is it?"

Hearing Zhang xiǎohuā mention the old monk sweeping the floor, the disciple was stunned for a moment, looked at the monk in the distance, and said in a low voice: "What is the name of this master, the poor monk also doesn't know, the poor monk only knows that since he can remember, his old man has been sweeping the ......floor in this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion" Then, he said respectfully: "Moreover, listening to the uncles, since they were sensible, they have also seen his old man sweeping the floor here, as for the Dharma name, how old he is, no one knows"

"Oh~" Zhang Xiǎohuā nodded thoughtfully. The origin of this sweeping old monk may only be known by the elders.

Since there is such a mysterious figure sitting in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, let alone someone else, even Zhang Xiǎohuā does not dare to covet it, can Dalin Temple not be at ease?

So, Zhang Xiǎohuā put away his divine consciousness and concentrated on using his ròu eyes to find the secret of Keyi......

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