Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 592 - 0484: Yin Yang Balance, Heavenly Person Perfect (Extra update 14 for monthly ticket)

Chapter 592: 0484: Yin Yang Balance, Heavenly Person Perfect (Extra update 14 for monthly ticket)

"I know not who sweeps the ground, only that the grass is a mix of green and yellow. If one wishes to inquire about the events of that time, let the spring breeze blow through the wild pear trees...?"

Kongjian, shocked and astonished, looked at the Sweeping Monk on the Scripture Pavilion, muttering to himself the lines of the poem he had just recited. Picking himself up off the ground, he pressed his palms together and said, "Amitabha Buddha, may I know which generation of venerable monks you belong to in our temple? How come none of us, the many monks, have ever heard of you or seen you before?"

Monks such as Du Jie, Du Nan, and Du E all turned their gaze upon the Sweeping Monk, their minds buzzing in utter chaos.

Seeing the dress and appearance of this old monk, it was clear that he was one of the temple servants tasked with miscellaneous duties. However, temple servants only shave their heads and do not take masters, learn Martial Arts, or practice Zen Meditation, so how could he possess such terrifying power?

Now, by comparison, the threat of the Black Wind Village Chief seemed unimportant.

The real question was, who exactly was this old monk?

Why had they, who had spent half their lives in Shaolin, never heard of or seen him?

If it hadn’t been for the Black Wind Village Chief seeking him out today, forcibly drawing out this old monk, they would still be unaware of his existence.

The emaciated old monk in a blue robe slowly lifted his head to look down, and although his face was haggard, his eyes seemed vague, utterly devoid of spirit, "A human life spans a mere hundred years; once one enters the Buddhist path, what need is there to mention identities and names? If you insist on tracing back to the roots, then I, the old monk, would be considered a patriarch to all of you monks."

"A patriarch? Impossible, who are you really? How long have you been in this Scripture Pavilion?"

Du E, Du Nan, and the rest were all puzzled and suspicious.

Had this old monk not demonstrated such extraordinary strength, and the aura of his Zen Meditation unmistakably that of a person well-versed in Buddhist doctrines, they would all suspect that the old monk was making fools of them.

Even Jiang Dali and Xiaofeng, joined by Xiao Yuanshan, stood rigid on the spot, carefully observing the old monk, hesitant to act recklessly.

The Sweeping Monk, broom in hand, made a sweep and drifted down from the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion like a leaf caught in the breeze.

He calculated with his fingers for a while, then shook his head, a look of apology crossing his face, and he murmured, "As for how long I have been here in the Scripture Pavilion, I... I can’t quite remember. I’m not sure if it’s been forty-two years, or forty-three."

Saying this, the old monk looked up at the shocked Xiao Yuanshan, "When Mr. Xiao first came at night to read the Scriptures, I... I had already been here for over a decade.

Later... later a Murong Old Layman arrived, and in the past few years, the Indian Monk Boluo Xing also came to steal the Scriptures.

Alas, you people coming and going, turning the scrolls in the Pavilion topsy-turvy without rhyme or reason, making this white-haired monk’s job ever so busy."

Du E and his companions were first startled, then their bodies shook slightly as if something in the Sweeping Monk’s words had sparked a realization, their gazes incredulous as they watched the monk descend, then they turned to look angrily at Xiao Yuanshan.

Jiang Dali quickly caught the expression on the three monks’ faces, narrowing his eyes.

"Could it be that these three monks, Du E, know the identity of the Sweeping Monk?"

Xiao Yuanshan was also shocked as he stared at the Sweeping Monk, wondering how, when none of the monks in the Shaolin Temple knew of his secret visits to study Martial Arts, this old monk could know about it?

Could it really be as the Black Wind Village Chief had said, that this old monk had been hiding in the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion for many years?

He couldn’t help but stare wide-eyed: "How can you spout such nonsense, old monk? I’ve never seen you before!"

The old Sweeping Monk said, "Mr. Xiao, you were entirely focused on the Martial Arts texts, undistracted. Naturally, you would not have noticed the old monk here.

I remember the first night you came to the Pavilion for a book, it was ’Faceless Fingertip Technique.’ Alas..."

Saying this, he shook his head with a sigh, "Since that night, Mr. Xiao, you have already stepped onto the path of the Demon Sect. If just now you had been caught in the Vajra Demon Suppression Circle, there would have been no escape for you."

"You... you!!"

Xiao Yuanshan glared, his heart pounding, his eyes full of both shock and anger, evidently struck by the monk’s words.

"Hmph!"

Jiang Dali strode forward to the old monk, out of respect for a powerful figure, brought his hands together in a slight bow, and with a piercing gaze, said,

"I came to this ancient temple to seek your guidance, and today, you did not disappoint. Since you do not wish to speak of your past identity, I wonder if you might be willing to bestow some pointers and advice to this junior."

The Sweeping Monk slowly turned his head to look at Jiang Dali.

In that moment, Jiang Dali felt a jolt throughout his body as he sensed the monk’s gaze, though slow and seemingly oblivious to anything specific, pierce through as if it saw every secret hidden in his heart. It was as though the monk could see the routes through which his inner Power circulated, all in a single glance.

Such terrifying eye power was something he had only felt in his weaker days when facing formidable opponents like Dongfang Bubai.

To encounter such a feeling again today was beyond belief.

Only if the monk’s Spirit Realm, Divine Intent, and Martial Arts Cultivation far surpassed his own could he feel this way.

The old monk let out a sigh, "Mr. Jiang, at such a young age, your strength is indeed rare. However, you too have walked the path of the Demon Sect, what a pity, what a pity..."

"Demon Sect?"

Jiang Dali suppressed the shock in his heart, chuckled lightly, crossing his arms in front of him, "Could it be that everything that doesn’t align with your Buddhist traditions is of the Demon Sect?

If I, the village chief, truly belonged to the Demon Sect, then the positions of several Demon Sect Leaders in the Martial World should be mine for the taking, and they should all roll up their mats and scram early."

The Sweeping Monk shook his head, "In our Buddhist order, practicing Martial Arts is intended for Strengthening the Body and acting as protectors Subduing Demons.