Yang Yi meant to let Er Xiao and Er Murong continue to fight, and get out of the game after a defeat. But the more so, the four peerless masters dared not act rashly.

The four of them couldn't help but pull apart on two sides, horning the sheep.

Xiao Yuanshan asked, "Senior, who are you? How long have you been in Shaolin Temple? Why have I... never heard of Senior?"

He wanted to say, ‘why I hid in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and read a book for thirty years and haven’t seen you.’

Yang Yi continued to answer inexplicably: "Who am I? I have forgotten. I just remember that when I first came to Shaolin Temple, the Lingmen monk was under nine years old. Since then, I have been sweeping the floor in this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. "

Everyone's scalp numb, Xiao Yuanshan numb as if struck by lightning.

Don't look at the newly dead abbot Xuanci in martial arts a bit inferior to Xiaoer Murong, but the prestige of Shaolin Temple's prestige in the Central Plains was played by the abbot of Lingmen, no one dared to refuse.

When Lingmen was less than nine years old? It has been almost forty years since the abbot of Lingmen passed away. This senior is a hundred-year-old demon monk! In fact, if Lingxiu monk Yang Wulang lived to this day, he would have to be 135 years old.

Yang Yi recalled Yang Wulang's situation while doing quick mental calculations. Then he said to Xiao Yuanshan: "I remember in the forty-ninth year of sweeping the floor here, you sneaked into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to read for the first time. That day, you were reading "The Fingerprint of Wuxiangjie", right?"

Xiao Yuanshan's whole body was numb: "You...you...you..."

"The second time I came three days later, it was a copy of "Princess Hand"..."

Next, Yang Yi pointed out one by one the day when Meng Yi Xiao Yuanshan came in to read what books. In fact, he did not remember very accurately, but the key point was that Xiao Yuanshan himself could not remember.

Xiao Yuanshan was numb with blood and blood.

The sheep pointed at Meng Erju Zhimo again and again: "And you, papa....... You are rarely here, but every time you come, you turn the book in a mess and don't know how to put it back. When you leave, you Leave a book management fee of five thousand taels of silver to Shaolin Temple."

Kumachi was stupid: "..."

One refers to Meng San and Murong Bo: "You came the latest, but you read the book most seriously. A few times I stood behind you, but you were fascinated and never knew it. That time you read "Finger Fingering". , I hid the book while you were out to pee, you won’t find it when you come back after peeing."

Murong Boqiang swallowed the blood rushing to his throat again, swallowing three times.

Meng Yi two three were frightened, and the monks of Shaolin Temple were all surprised. The Cangjing Pavilion has been sneaked into the book for nearly thirty years, but he and others know nothing about it. Are we rubbish? Fortunately, there is an uncle (ancestor) who sits in secret, or else the Tibetan scripture pavilion is evacuated and we have to hang ourselves together to see the Buddha.

No one dared to move rashly at the scene, even their breathing was gentle. All around, I heard the ‘crackling’ of flying insects after the fire, and the air was filled with the aroma of barbecue.

The courtyard of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was plunged into a thrilling cold field.

This is not good for Yang Yi's unpredictability, and he must strike while the iron is hot. So Yang Yi said to Xiao Yuanshan again: "The layman is addicted to martial arts, but he ignores the authentic Buddhism. Alas, he is addicted to the sea of ​​suffering, I don't know when I can turn back?"

In today's world, in terms of the number of books to read, absolutely no one can surpass Yang Yi, although most of him can't understand at all, and what he can understand is useless, but you can read more and remember more of the facts.

Yang Yi gradually pointed out the improprieties and rebelliousness of Xiao Yuanshan and Murongbo's martial arts training. A small part of it makes sense, because he has 400 years of martial arts knowledge. But most of it is pure nonsense. Nouns are piled up, mixed with Buddhism, martial arts, Taoism, Confucianism, Byzantine philosophy, mathematics, astronomy, Greek mythology, right-angled isosceles triangles...

Mixing the real and the fake is the most harmful, because there is no way to tell which is right and which is wrong. Talking endlessly, no one can understand, including Yang Yi himself.

But people are always like this, especially those who like the unknown and the mystery. The more obscure the knowledge, the more profound and insightful it is, the more eager to pursue and believe in it.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand, but you must not let others find that you don't understand.

No one publicly admits that they are not good enough, and men are especially hard-mouthed, so everyone present is constantly making expressions of awakening and enlightening.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo are the most curious of all people. Otherwise, it would be impossible to read decades of books like thieves, seeing their eyes as myopia and presbyopia, and the senior martial artist just fell in the direction of pedantic and pedantic.

They didn't forcefully pretend to understand, but rather frustrated, far colder than Meng Gu's ice cellar, and as Yang Yi's words continued to show off, their hearts continued to sink.

I originally thought that I had learned advanced martial arts teaching materials in the Shaolin Temple Tibetan Scriptures, and then practiced hard for 30 years based on this, thinking that a pair of fists would be enough to sweep the world, because it was only a little bit close 30 years ago.

But this old predecessor..., let's not talk about anything else. After observing on the side for nearly 30 years, he didn't know anything about it. For this, he threw me out of a yellow river and a Taihang.

There is also such a profound martial arts theory, which makes them feel that they have practiced for a lifetime, but it is purely a fight between two ignorant and stupid ants under the vast universe.

What is Invincible? Shit!

What is the use of martial arts? Mean!

What's the point of hating the country? bored!

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo had been fighting vigorously for more than two hours. Even though the body made of stainless steel was bruised and bruised at this time, the qi and blood in it had already been disordered, and they had been hanging by a single heart.

Now their minds were instantly destroyed by Yang Yi's vast martial arts theory, and they spewed a mouthful of blood involuntarily and involuntarily.

"puff--"

Yang Yi: "Look at it, am I right?"

The two sprayed three times in a row, and the scene was quite moving.

Yang Yi: "Look, see, what did I say?"

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo collapsed, pushing Jinshan and Yuzhu kneeling in front of Yangyi: "Master, I was wrong, please give me some advice."

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, and turning back is the shore. My Buddha is compassionate, and I will save sentient beings, and I will naturally save you."

"The younger Xiao Yuanshan (Murong Bo) would like to worship the senior monk as his teacher, convert to my Buddha with all his heart, and no longer miss the mundane world, but also ask the master to fulfill him."

Yang Yi heaved a sigh of relief: "It's easy to talk about it. Sooner or later before the Buddha, there is a stick of incense, Brahma... what, sincerity is the spirit, easy to say... Amitabha~."

The monks all around hurriedly joined together: "Amitabha~". The atmosphere was very successful.

Yang Yixin said: Old Master Gavras is too right. Knowledge really is power.

Then he looked at Xiao Feng and Murong Fu: "How about you two? Do you want to be a brother?"

Bei Xiaofeng and Nan Murong were already stupid.

Finally, Dad didn’t die, and it’s even harder to find him. It’s not a good reunion yet, and the great cause of revenge (restoring the country) hasn’t started. Why did you become a monk?

It is really hard for them to imagine how their father would shave a gourd with six scars on his head.

The two North and South heroes cried ‘Wow’~lightnovelpub.net~ Dad, why do you want to be a monk? You don’t want a son..."

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo knelt there and turned a deaf ear, as if they didn't know each other. It was the moment when they were the most impulsive and determined to become a monk. It was easy to shake the mountain, but it was difficult to shake the heart of the Buddha. Xiao Xiao and Xiao Murong immediately committed suicide.

With a broomstick, Yang Yi looked at Xiao Feng and Murong Fu cordially, and another nonsense was brewing in his belly. He planned to start this paragraph from Plato's objective idealism and Aristotle's metaphysics.

Xiao Feng and Murong Fu were young and vigorous after all, and they had no experience of night drilling the Buddhist scriptures pavilion. They had no personal experience of Yang Yi's ghost and charm, so they were not as awed by their father when they faced the sweeping monk.

"The world is made up of ideas and reality..."

Murong Fu gritted his teeth and stood up with red eyes: "Monk, why did you trick my father into giving up his ideals and escape into the empty door with wicked words? Today, I fight with you, old bald donkey, let's take my life~~!"

Sheep One: "..."

Murong Fu swung his sword up.