Chapter 981: The Sutra Pavilion, the old monk sweeping the floor

A gentle force held Zhang Xiaohua and blocked his bow.

"No need to be polite. Let me be the little donor. I am too simple here, please forgive me!" Master Changsheng's voice was extremely kind and sounded very comfortable.

Zhang Xiaohua said with sincerity: "It is a great blessing to be able to meet the master. How dare you care about external things?"

"Haha, okay, Ren Xiaobao is not very old, but he is very mature in treating people. No wonder he can get the favor of your leader and send invitations instead of his direct disciple!"

"Where..." Zhang Xiaohua said humbly: "Isn't it that the leader sent by the talented person?"

"Oh?" Master Changsheng was puzzled.

"Haha, that's it..." Master Changxing stepped forward and said everything he had just said, and finally explained: "Without the abbot's permission, I am a good monk, and I ask the abbot to punish me!"

"Haha" the abbot smiled and waved his hand and said, "Young brother's words are awesome. The martial arts of the world are from Dalin. My Dalin Temple is originally for people all over the world to practice. Although Ren Xiaobao is a disciple of the incense sect..."

Zhang Xiaohua was delighted when she heard this, but then she was disappointed. Master Changsheng said again: "Of course, he cannot practice the internal skills and mental methods that are secretly taught in our Dalin Temple, but it is okay to see... boxing, swordsmanship and other things..."

However, Zhang Xiaohua still thanked him. He wanted to do something about Bodhidharma's swordsmanship in advance, but he was afraid that Master Chang Geng would be suspicious, so he had to be a dull man!

After receiving Master Changsheng's approval, Master Changxing was relieved. Zhang Xiaohua took the opportunity to take out the jade slip, handed it respectfully, and said, "This is an invitation sent by my leader. Please accept it!"

Elder Changsheng nodded: "It's really hard to deliver this invitation, why don't I accept it?"

As he said that, he caught the jade slip, held the jade slip in his hand, immersed his spiritual consciousness. After a while, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Ren Xiao donor? Is your escort formation that preaches the incense sect completely broken?"

"Yes, Master Changsheng." Zhang Xiaohua then talked about the incense sect. Master Changsheng's brows frowned slightly, and after a while, he sighed: "Time is the same as fate, people are in the world, and they cannot help themselves, even..."

Then he pronounced the Buddha's name again and said to himself: "As a person outside, he made the little donor laugh!"

Zhang Xiaohua shook her head and said, "Master is compassionate. He is in the world of the world, based on 'If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell'. It's really hard for me to wait..."

Then, he looked at Master Chang Geng with his eyebrows down beside him and tentatively said: "Abbot Changsheng, boy is stupid, there is another thing that the abbot wants to agree to..."

"What else?" asked Elder Changsheng with a smile.

At this time, Master Chang Geng looked up and said, "Abbot, senior brother, I will ask for what the donor asks for. I know that it involves the secrets of my Dalin Temple in the past..."

"Oh?" Elder Changsheng was stunned and turned to Zhang Xiaohua and said, "Then please wait outside for a while?"

Zhang Xiaohua quickly stood up and bowed, "This matter involves my senior sister Zixia's background. If possible, I hope the master will be kind!"

The elder of the immortal nodded slightly, smiling without saying a word.

Zhang Xiaohua came out of the simple Zen room, stood outside, and waited for about half a meal. It was not long or short. In a while, he wanted to release his spiritual consciousness several times to see what was being done inside, and he also wanted to escape into it several times to hear what was being said. But one was afraid of being discovered by the Elder of the Eternal Life, and the other was the most important thing was that he was afraid of annoying Dalin Temple, and there was no need to punish anything. He only had to say politely: "Sorry, this is the secret of my Dalin Temple, and it cannot be spread at will."

Well, the dream of finding your own life experience has lost any clues.

Perhaps Zhang Xiaohua can control Master Chang Geng and use his ecstasy finger to force him, but even the detailed works of the Tianlong Sect can have a way to avoid the ecstasy finger. How can Dalin Temple not have it?

Just as Zhang Xiaohua thought about it and scratched her head, the door of the Zen room opened with a "Zhila" sound. Master Changxing and Master Chang Geng came out of it. Zhang Xiaohua jumped over and said anxiously: "Master, how...?"

Master Chang Geng smiled and said, "The abbot is merciful, but this matter has been a long time. I will inform you after I think about it carefully!"

Zhang Xiaohua was surprised and hurriedly bowed: "Thank you, Master, I..."

"The little donor doesn't have to be too polite. The abbot has something to say, so he doesn't have to thank him in person. Monks should make it convenient for others. In addition, the abbot will attend the martial arts meeting on time at that time. The little donor will go back and report to Master Jingyi."

"Thank you, Master!" Zhang Xiaohua stood outside the door and bowed to the ground in the Zen room.

However, a gentle force came out of the room, which was holding him and preventing him from bowing. Although this force was not worth mentioning to Zhang Xiaohua at this time, Zhang Xiaohua hesitated and stood up with respect.

"Okay, little donor, the abbot doesn't want to thank you, so you don't have to thank you, so why bother with common etiquette?" Master Changxing smiled and said, "It's better to follow me to the Sutra Pavilion and find your swordsmanship, boxing and other things."

After finding clues to dreams about finding their own life experience, Zhang Xiaohua was less eager for swordsmanship, boxing and sticks. Thinking of the dream of waiting outside the temple gate, Zhang Xiaohua tentatively said: "Brother Rong went outside the temple first, how did you tell Senior Sister Zixia about this?"

Master Changxing waved his hand: "There is no hurry to find a disciple to go out and tell me that I will send you to the Sutra Pavilion. I have other things to do."

Zhang Xiaohua said happily: "Thank you, Master."

Then he thought of something and asked, "By the way, in front of Dalin Temple, the leader of the sect told me that if possible, I would like to pay homage to Master Yuantian. I wonder if I would report to Master Changsheng?"

"This is easy to say. I will report to the abbot later. I will go to Tallinn before the little donor leaves!"

"Tallin?" Zhang Xiaohua was stunned. Before he could ask, Master Changxing left in front of his head. It seemed that Zhang Xiaohua of Tallin should know about it.

Following Master Changxing to a very ordinary pavilion, a monk in gray went out to greet him. Master Changxing pointed at Zhang Xiaohua and said, "This is Ren Xiaoyao, the messenger of the incense sect. The abbot has an order. You can choose an ordinary secret book such as swordsmanship and palms. You can read it in the Sutra Pavilion. You cannot bring it out of the Sutra Pavilion or copy it!"

"Yes, follow the abbot's laws and regulations. Please, donor, please!" the monk said with a tribute.

"This is... the Sutra Library?" Zhang Xiaohua said in surprise when he looked at the Sutra Library that was not very good-looking.

"What does the donor Ren think of the Sutra Pavilion?" Master Changxing smiled.

"This... I have to have the guards of monks with great martial arts. How can I... I have to... I have to..." In addition to the guards, Zhang Xiaohua almost told the appearance of the Piaomiao Sect Library.

"Haha, the little donor is attached to the appearance!" Master Changxing said: "Form itself is empty, and emptiness is color. No one said that this Sutra Pavilion must be a solemn image of the treasure appearance!"

After saying that, Master Changxing waved his hand and said, "I have other things to do. Let the donor practice the secret book. I will send the donor to the road!"

"On the road?" Zhang Xiaohua curled her lips secretly: "This sentence seems to have two meanings!"

"I dare not nag the master, please let the master do it!"

When Master Changxing left, Zhang Xiaohua followed the monk into the Sutra Pavilion. The Sutra Pavilion was not big, only two feet in size. There was a small wooden ladder in one corner leading to the second floor. Zhang Xiaohua knew that this second floor was definitely not something he could go up to, so she didn't look there.

The monk led Zhang Xiaohua to a row of bookshelfs, pointed his hand and said respectfully: "If you donor, this row is all the sword techniques, palm techniques, boxing techniques, stick techniques, etc. I ask the donor to choose a book. I am here to wait!"

Zhang Xiaohua understood as soon as she heard this, and smiled and said, "Thank you, Master, I know."

Then, Zhang Xiaohua slightly released her spiritual consciousness, and used her spiritual consciousness to distinguish it while looking at it with her naked eyes.

Unfortunately, it was as Master Changxing said. These were all ordinary secrets in Dalin Temple. Zhang Xiaohua searched all over the bookshelf, but he did not find any fluctuations in the immortal way. Unconsciously, when Zhang Xiaohua was choosing secret books casually, his spiritual consciousness was released, covering the entire Sutra Pavilion, and each bookshelves were checked one by one. Just as he was disappointed and wanted to look at the wooden ladder again, his eyes were accidentally swept, and he was stunned on the spot!

I saw an old monk, who was extremely thin and very short, wearing a gray monk's robe, holding an old broom in his hand, standing next to the wooden ladder, lowering his head and meticulously cleaning the ground.

With a "coaxing", Zhang Xiaohua's blood surged into her forehead and incredibly swept her spiritual consciousness again. Still, there was no sign of the old monk sweeping the floor in her spiritual consciousness.

"This..." Zhang Xiaohua didn't dare to make a fuss, so she quickly took back her spiritual consciousness. She wanted to force herself into the Sutra Pavilion at night and also dispelled her idea. She pretended to look for a while, and Zhang Xiaohua asked without any reason: "Who is this master, who is the master who sweeping the floor in front of the wooden ladder?"

When he heard Zhang Xiaohua mention the old monk who sweeping the floor, the disciple was stunned. He looked at the monk in the distance and whispered: "I don't know what the master's name is, but I don't know. I only know that since I can remember, he has been sweeping the floor in this Sutra Pavilion..." Then, he said respectfully: "And, I heard from the uncles that since they were sensible, I have also seen him sweeping the floor here. As for the Dharma name and age, no one knows!"

"Oh~" Zhang Xiaohua nodded thoughtfully. Perhaps only the origin of this old monk who swept the floor can be known.

Since there is such a mysterious figure in the Sutra Library, not to mention others, even Zhang Xiaohua dares to covet it, how can Dalin Temple be worried? What other monks are there outside the door?

So, Zhang Xiaohua put away her spiritual sense and focused on finding the secrets that were useful with her naked eyes...
Chapter completed!