409: C409 Blind Old Monk

C409 Blind Old Monk

"Humph! A bunch of pedantic people will sooner or later be buried in the torrent of history."

"Master, let's do it!"

A trace of fierceness flashed across Ye Motian's eyes. Compassion was left for women, demons did not need it.

"Amitabha!"

Fo Tucheng turned around and found a huge bell at the entrance of the mountain. The bell had a dark blue color. It weighed 108,000 Jin, but the demonic monk lifted it with one hand and placed it on his shoulder. He walked towards the severely injured Hui class experts.

With every step he took, the earth trembled. Huge cracks spread in all directions. As there was no great formation to stop him, the remaining buildings gradually began to suffer.

He came to the Central Plains this time to destroy the ancient temple of Mount Song. It was said that one day the bell would ring, but now that the death knell was tolling, it was unknown how the monks would feel.

"Audacious thief, don't be arrogant! Watch my move!"

"Quickly protect the abbot! Protect the masters!"

The martial monks who were hiding in the back mountain to watch the battle were shocked. After the Western Region's people won the competition, they didn't think about letting Shaolin go. They clearly wanted to use the bell body to shock these eminent monks to death, so that the Shaolin Temple could be removed from the Pugilistic World forever!

Knowing that it was impossible to do so, and that it was done by a true man, their fighting spirit was ignited once again. They formed a formation and charged at Fo Tucheng.

The opponent's strength had already touched the pinnacle of the secular world - the realm of Half God!

And they were just a group of ordinary cultivators. Most of them were at the Qi Refinement Stage, but their footsteps were abnormally firm, and they carried a solemn atmosphere.

"No! Come back quickly..."

Master Hui Bei's face showed a trace of panic. He wanted to stop it. However, most of the backlash from the destruction of the Vajra Subduing Devil Formation was borne by him. Currently, he was severely injured, and was no different from an ordinary old man.

Fo Tucheng had gone mad. He would never show any mercy. A tragedy happened just like that...

Before the monks could get close to their bodies, they were struck by an invisible Gang Qi. Their heads fell off, and their blood rushed up to three feet high. The scene that the Buddha Lord had predicted was happening one by one.

"All of you, retreat! As long as there is a green mountain, there is no need to fear that there will be no firewood to burn! As long as all of you are alive, the Shaolin Temple will not be destroyed... "

" Heng Kong... Heng Xin... No!!"

Some of the highly intelligent monks tried their best to stop their disciples from sending themselves to their deaths. Some of them could not help but cry out loud. Ever since the World Dharma Ending was created, the geniuses of the Shaolin Temple had fallen. The thousand-year foundation left behind by their ancestors was about to be destroyed. The feeling of becoming a sinner with thousands of feet was worse than death.

"Amitabha... Is the heavens going to destroy our Shaolin..."

A drop of turbid tears flowed out from the corner of Master Hui Bei's eyes. His lifelong wish was to revive Shaolin. Now that he had ascended to the position of the alliance leader of the martial arts world, everything was like a tower in the sky. His dream had come to an end. Two enemies in the Demigod Realm had come to find him. Everything was blown away.

"Abbot Hui Bei, you lost the sparring session after thirty years."

"Amitabha!"

Finally, Fo Tucheng stood 30 meters away from Master Hui Bei. The fallen monks beside him had piled up into a small hill, and the scale was still increasing.

He gathered all of his energy on the big bell and threw it at the group of eminent monks. The terrifying big bell was accompanied by a shrill sound of breaking through the air, and it seemed like it was going to devour their lives.

Due to the disturbance caused by the demonic monks, the scriptures in the depository had already fallen to the ground. A blind old monk was cleaning the place with a broom in his hand, wearing a grey robe.

When the broom touched the scripture, it was as if there was an invisible pair of hands carrying the scripture back to its original position. This technique of retrieving objects through the air could be used even without the use of vision. This proved that the old monk's Spiritual Sense was astonishing.

Suddenly, he sighed and stopped the work in his hand, disappearing from where he was.

"Dang!"

Along with a deep sound, the whistling bell finally stopped a meter away from the group of eminent monks, unable to advance an inch.0

Everyone fixed their eyes on it, and discovered a skinny figure who had unknowingly arrived in front of Master Hui Bei. He merely extended a hand to block the bell, and it turned out to be a blind old monk!

The old monk was standing there, and there wasn't the slightest fluctuation of his cultivation base. However, it was like a towering mountain, causing people to not have the heart to provoke him. He gently pushed with his palm, and the 108,000 Jin bell landed in front of Ye Motian and Fo Tucheng at an even faster speed. The sound of the bell kept ringing, as if it was a warning.

"Senior is..."

Even though Master Hui Bei was experienced and knowledgeable, he was still stunned by the scene in front of him. He felt that this old monk was very familiar, but there were many disciples in the Shaolin Temple. For a moment, he couldn't figure out which generation of experts he was from.

"Isn't this... the blind old man from the depository of scriptures... Why is he here..."

"It really is that old man. The last time I went to the depository of scriptures to borrow scriptures, I was beaten out by him using a broom..."

Someone among the surviving monks recognized the identity of the old monk. A thought flashed across Master Hui Bei's mind and he finally knew the identity of the old monk.

He remembered that the Earth Sweeping Monk in the Scripture Library had not been replaced for a long time. It seemed like the Earth Sweeping Monk had already existed since he came to the Shaolin Temple. However, the identity of the old monk was too low to attract his attention.

Now that he thought about it carefully, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. How old was the monk? According to his calculations, the lifespan of this old monk had exceeded the lifespan of the secular cultivators!

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