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Shaolin, back mountain.

The green mountains are secluded, the trees are getting darker, and the dense shadows are formed on the ground. There is also a distant and elegant Zen fragrance that wraps around the tip of the nose, making people feel much calmer.

Under the old tree, there was a stone table. Chen Jun sat down for a moment. When he raised his head, he could see the corner of the Sutra Pavilion in the distance, and the lingering sound of the bell could be heard in the distance.

"Having lived in the secluded forest valley for a long time, it seems that your heart is not at peace." Chen Jun said.

"There is a benefactor coming and the mountain gate is in great trouble. How can I be calm?"

"Even without me, how can Shaolin be peaceful? If Shaolin stays upright, how can it be so chaotic?"

The sweeping monk sighed: "I wonder where the donor came from?"

"Do you believe it comes from heaven?" Chen Jun laughed and asked.

The sweeping monk frowned and thought carefully, then suddenly shook his head after a while.

Chen Jun is not surprised at all. Whether it is the mysterious sweeping monk, Li Qiu Shui of the Xiaoyao sect, or the child grandmother of Tianshan, even though his martial arts are extraordinary, they are ultimately limited by his vision.

"Then who are you? Xiaoyaozi, Murong Longcheng, Duan Siping?"

"The poor monk has long forgotten his identity, and now he is just a monk sweeping away the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion." The sweeping monk smiled lightly, "But I don't know if the donor is hostile to me, Shaolin, and wants to destroy the Buddha?"

"Destroy the Buddha?"

Chen Jun shook his head: "I'm not the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, so why should I destroy the Buddha? As far as I know, where the Chaotang Temple is attacked, the conquests of Buddhism and Taoism are more terrifying than those of Jianghu."

The sweeping monk said: "Don't the words of the donor mean anything to these two sects?"

"What's the point?" he asked.

"Thank you so much for clarifying my doubts, the poor monk is relieved." The sweeping monk put his hands together to express his thanks, offered hot tea, or met a master of the same level as himself, and talked about the interpretation of Zen classics.

Chen Junze talks about religious theology and materialist dialectical methods.

The sweeping monk talks about Buddhist martial arts, the wonderful body-protecting technique of the Vajra Indestructible Arhat, the wonderful meaning of the Tathagata Bodhisattva in the Buddhist land, and the method of reincarnation.

Chen Jun talks about what he has learned, human blood and flesh cells, the changing of natural laws, natural selection, and survival of the fittest.

Wang Yuyan stood quietly on the side, listening attentively, breaking out in cold sweats frequently, or her face was pale, or she was ethereal.

The two sides discussed the subject for a long time. Unknowingly, the hot tea turned cold, and it became late in the east. On August 15, a strange scene appeared with the sun and moon in the sky.

It is said to be a strange scene because the sun and the moon are in harmony, the golden light and the silver light are entangled into lines, and there is actually a faint purple light slowly rising in the sky.

"Ahh~"

The sweeping monk let out a long sigh and looked at Chen Jun seriously: "It seems that the donor is neither Taoist nor Buddhist nor Confucian. He is not one of the hundreds of schools of thought. He is deviant and apostate. He has never been seen in ancient times. He is really an evil spirit!"

"It makes my hair stand on end, but if I think about it carefully, I can gain a lot. If I want the donor to create a classic, I might be able to open a restaurant of my own and be famous throughout the ages!"

"Ha~ha~"

Chen Jun's laughter was not sarcastic, he just wanted to laugh.

After laughing, he looked at the cold tea on the stone table and said slowly: "The tea is cold, so much time has passed, so I don't want to disturb you anymore!"

The words fell.

Chen Jun's parallel finger is like a sword, and the sword points out.

When the sun and moon were in the sky, fifteen life-threatening swords were drawn out.

He didn't have a sword in his hand, but no one in the world could ignore this sword that sent chills through his body.

His fingers are plain white, and his middle finger and index finger are long and steady. This sword seems to be very slow, but it seems to be extremely fast.

In an ordinary white porcelain cup, clean mountain spring water ripples and hits the cup wall.

This sword did not have any murderous intent, as if it contained no dirt, was spotless, and came from the sky. But the moment the sword was thrust out, birds flew up in the forest, and the world suddenly became quiet.

The pale white clouds in the sky quietly tore apart at this moment, revealing the sunshine.

It is not the kind of warm and fierce sunshine, but the light that flows like gold and stone, from the dim light of dawn in the morning, to the warm sun, to the glorious sun that cannot be seen at noon, to dim, to the sunset as red as blood,

The ever-changing, beautiful nature full of vitality.

His fifteenth sword was different from Yan Shisan's fifteenth sword, which was absolutely ominous in that it wiped out all life.

His sword is absolutely beautiful, just like a mathematician's pursuit of the perfection of π and the rigorous pursuit of the golden ratio. His sword incorporates rational speculation, the evolution of science and nature, and is full of flowing vitality.

With this sword thrust out, all the changes have really come to an end. The wave of light that has reached its end now seems to have completely dried up. Chen Jun's strength has also been exhausted, but he thinks in his mind that he must learn more in the future.

Only by acquiring knowledge and absorbing nutrients can we innovate.

But at this moment, the void suddenly started to vibrate strangely again. The tea in the teacup was originally rippling and moving, but it suddenly stopped when it vibrated together! Although the sword edge was vibrating, everything that was originally moving suddenly stopped.

Everything around him fell into a brief stillness. Even Wang Yuyan's movement of stroking the hosta in her hair remained motionless, but one person moved.

The stunning dragon-like sword light caught the sweeping monk's eyes.

Suddenly, he raised his hand, clasped his hands together, and a thick wall of energy that seemed to be indestructible emerged from his body.

But unfortunately, this is a sword that the sweeping monk cannot understand.

With his knowledge, even if Chen Jun said a lot before, it was beyond his level of cognition. If he couldn't understand it, he would only die if he couldn't understand it.

Bo!

The air wall was like a piece of white paper being pierced by this sword, fragile and powerless.

A drop of blood seeped out slowly.

That sword is like a flying fairy, dazzling and beautiful.

After a long time, a voice came from the mountain forest: "It seems that you and I have failed in our discussion. You cannot understand my knowledge!"

"Let's go!"

With a sigh, Chen Jun stood up, and the whole space was shattered like a mirror.

Wang Yuyan suddenly woke up from a dream. She took away the hand that had just touched the hosta, showing a bit of confusion. Then she looked at the sweeping monk, startled.

**

In the Main Hall, countless people looked up and down, wondering what the outcome of this battle would be.

In the end, who will win, the leader of the Xiaoyao sect who vaguely dominates the world, or the mysterious old sweeping monk who defeats him at the first move?

They all know in their hearts that this battle is not only related to the situation of Shaolin, the situation of Jianghu, but also the lives of two people.

If the old monk could keep Chen Jun, he would fight to the death for Shaolin and kill him. Even if he survived, he would be seriously injured. The monks in the palace were like wolves and tigers, so they might not have no chance of counterattack.

Tap tap, tap tap....

In the deathly silent palace, King Ming stared at the Buddha's golden body. The crisp footsteps were like bells and drums striking everyone's hearts, reminding people of the arrival of the final moment.

Gu Gu...

Many people swallowed unconsciously and stared intently.

Could it be Master Sweeper?

Many monks were looking forward to it, but when they looked at that handsome face, their expressions suddenly turned ashen, as if they had been struck by five thunders and kept retreating.

In front, the Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, Chrysanthemum and Sword Attendant saw Chen Jun walking slowly, without any injuries, and was in high spirits, with a sweet smile unconcealed on his lips as he ran over.

They spoke encouraging words to him.

Chen Jun shook his head in a funny way, caressing the head of Plum Blossoms, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum with his big hand, and said with a smile: "When did you learn Ding Chunqiu's flattery tricks?"

The pretty girls' faces turned red, bright and charming.

Coming outside the hall, looking at the plaque above, Chen Jun said calmly: "Take it off!"

Everyone suffocated for breath and raised their eyes to look into the distance.

Dressed in white and holding a sword, this figure is unparalleled and the world will probably never forget this figure.

The maple leaves on Xiaoyao Mountain are redder and the sunset is more beautiful.

People gradually moved away.

**

Tianlong, finished.