Ok
Deng Jiuling frowned and suddenly felt murderous.
However, these two quickly came together and ignored Deng Jiuling.
"Brother Fuhu."
"Senior brother in white."
The two clasped fists and saluted, with a polite expression.
"Senior brother summoned suddenly, I don't know what's important?"
"Brother Baiyi, starting from today, you will be studying on the second floor of the library. The code word for brother is..."
Although Lord Fuhu used sound transmission to enter the secret.
But Deng Jiuling heard the content through the secret law of the underground palace.
"Junior Brother, I'll take a step first. If you have any doubts, you can come to the quiet room to find me at any time."
Lord Fuhu said with a fist.
"Thank you brother."
The white-clothed boy, hurry up in return.
Until Young Master Fuhu walked away, Young Master White turned around and shouted at Deng Jiuling:
"Old man, what are you looking for, don't you hurry to find a book?"
Click!
The voice fell, and a book list appeared in front of Deng Jiuling.
After that, the white-clothed boy stepped into the quiet room beside him with high cold eyes.
During the whole process, Deng Jiuling read very clearly, knowing the contents of this book list, the white-clothed boy had never read it.
"Princess Fuhu was ordered by Venerable Fuhu to carefully select the book list for the white-clothed young man, and left his experience of martial arts training."
"These books are actually cheaper for me."
Deng Jiuling took the book list, selected the books, and unlocked the secret compartment.
However, Deng Jiuling used mental energy to directly modify these experiences.
The next moment, Deng Jiuling pushed the cart, and kept moving carts of books to the room.
Half an hour later, the white-clothed boy woke up from meditation and was shocked.
The books in front of me are densely packed and piled up like a mountain.
"Senior brother, what did you get so many books?"
The boy in white has a black line on his face.
There are a thousand books in front of me, but there are at least 800 books.
The young man in white didn't know it was that the book list opened by the young man Fuhu only had a few books.
But Deng Jiuling added a lot to the boy in white.
"The most important books, I have given you, but they are at the bottom."
Deng Jiuling, who was sweeping the floor outside, immediately felt interesting.
The white-clothed boy is very talented, but within a month, his chances of contacting the lower-level books are very small.
Wow!
When Deng Jiuling swept the floor, the figure of Lord Fuhu suddenly appeared outside the quiet room of the white-clothed gentleman.
But it turned out that Young Master Fuhu was a little worried, so he walked over and took a look.
"Brother Baiyi, you are really knowledgeable and talented. I admire him for my brother."
In the quiet room in front of me, there were so many books piled up.
The Lord Fuhu was amazed and admired:
"Since Junior Brother is so eager to learn, then I will close this stone door for you from the outside."
"Junior Brother, you are so good."
"After a month, I will come to open Shimen, come on!"
Boom!
The next moment, the white-clothed boy hadn't awakened, and the door was closed from the outside.
At this point, unless someone opens the door.
Otherwise, even if the white-clothed boy broke his throat, he would not be able to get out.
"Fine, that's okay, I can also read with peace of mind."
Shaking his head, the white-clothed boy picked up a book casually.
"Jin... Jin Ping Mei?"
After seeing the cover, the white-clothed boy widened his eyes and was stunned.
As time went by, the spirit of the white-clothed boy almost collapsed.
What's this... what's the matter
Wow!
Ten billion sons kept reading books, but was surprised to find that these books were all useless miscellaneous books.
When I think of the next month, I will read trash books like this, and I can't go out.
The white-clothed boy's throat was sweet, and he almost vomited blood.
"Fine, eat something first."
After a while, the young man in white stretched out his hand to touch it, and the secret path suddenly broke.
It turned out that the package containing dry food and drinking water was treated as garbage by Deng Jiuling and was taken out and thrown away.
"Could it be that in the next month, my son will only have to meditate without eating or drinking?"
puff!
The white-clothed boy's throat was sweet, and finally he passed out angrily.
…
In the next few days, Deng Jiuling pretended to sweep the floor every day, constantly inscribed books.
During this period, the eldest grandson Yue'er passed Deng Jiuling several times.
Every time, the eldest grandson Yue'er would bring some snacks, affectionately called Deng Jiuling-Grandpa.
puff!
Old... Old man
Yes, this girl doesn't know who her brother is, which is actually quite good.
Such time is like water, and the days pass by day by day.
It's getting closer and closer to the day of the inner gate show.
Gradually, more and more disciples went to the library.
However, among these disciples, there are still very few people who can step onto the second floor as a tyrant.
Until a certain day, Zhao Haoran's towering figure appeared on the second floor.
"Smelly old man, are you blind? Quickly sweep this place clean."
Zhao Haoran pointed at Deng Jiuling with a look of disgust, and shouted angrily.
Zhao Haoran rose to the end of his life, and grew accustomed to poor life.
Now that he has finally developed, he has suffered the pain of the Battle of Shushan.
In the past half month, Zhao Haoran has been in retreat, finally coming out of pain.
But even so, Zhao Haoran still hates Comrade Lei Feng.
This is also true. At this moment, Zhao Haoran is a little uncomfortable, and naturally he is not polite.
If it's an ordinary sweeping monk, maybe it's really bearable.
But Deng Jiuling is a temporary worker, he is afraid of being a hairy!
For Zhao Haoran's words, Deng Jiuling directly regarded it as farting.
"Hey, you old thing, believe it or not I killed you?" Zhao Haoran was furious.
Zhao Haoran is proud of being the old elder brother of the Outer Sect and the first arrogant one.
No matter where he goes on weekdays, Zhao Haoran is respected.
Even in the inner door, many seniors also respect Zhao Haoran.
Because many people know that Zhao Haoran, as a disciple of Mr. Jiang, the master of Zhengyi, has a boundless future in the future.
But unexpectedly...
In this Inner Sect Library, a horrible old man who sweeps the floor, is he so presumptuous
Zhao Haoran was immediately angry.
"I will ask you again, are you sweeping the floor or not?"
Pointing to Deng Jiuling, murderous intent appeared in Zhao Haoran's eyes.
"Bodhi has no trees, no mirrors, and nothing in itself, so where does it get the dust?"
Deng Jiuling swept the floor and said calmly, "As long as the donor's heart is like a mirror, why should he care about this mundane dust?"
puff!
Hearing this, Zhao Haoran's throat was sweet, almost vomiting blood in anger.
Nima!
An old rubbish man who sweeps the floor, dare to use the tactics in the Dharma to teach the arrogant man
Zhao Haoran was furious, but he was speechless.
Among Buddhism, because of different concepts and beliefs, there are often situations of fighting and fighting.
Ji Feng means that when the two monks are fighting the law, they constantly quote the scriptures and defeat their opponents from the theory of Buddhism.
These words said by Deng Jiuling are the original words of a Buddhist patriarch.
How can Zhao Haoran refute? How dare to refute
Wow!
Deng Jiuling ignored Zhao Haoran, walked all the way to the front, and began to help the eldest grandson Yue'er clean.
Zhao Haoran, who was watching this scene, was immediately furious: "Since there is dust everywhere in the mortal dust, why did you clean her place but not me?"
"Women in this world are made of water, but men are made of mud."
This time Deng Jiuling did not speak, but sign language.
After speaking, Deng Jiuling carried the broom and left.
puff!
Looking at Deng Jiuling's back blankly, Zhao Haoran's throat was sweet, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out.
"This Tianjiao was here, and was actually humiliated by a sweeping monk?"
grass!
Unforgivable!
Under the raging anger, Zhao Haoran rushed forward and stopped Deng Jiuling again.
"Smelly old man, if you are awesome, would you dare to fight with me in the temple?"
Zhao Haoran said coldly with a face of shame and arrogance.
"I'm just an old monk who sweeps the floor. The donor is the number one arrogant, what about your face?"
Deng Jiuling continued to sweep the floor, his tone indifferent.
However, this sentence caused Zhao Haoran to cause one hundred thousand times more critical damage.
Zhao Haoran has a good face, is also very knowledgeable, and has a thorough knowledge of Buddhism.
But in front of Deng Jiuling, the "sweeper monk", Zhao Haoran was repeatedly frustrated.
However, when Zhao Haoran was depressed.
Deng Jiuling spoke again: "By the way, the donor, since you just talked about fighting in the temple, the poor monk has to give you a word of warning."
"You monk who sweeps the floor, can you still give me a warning?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Haoran's nose crooked.
"Buddha is not far away from Lingshan, Lingshan is only in your heart!"
Deng Jiuling said in a calm tone, "Amitabha Buddha."
After speaking, Deng Jiuling's "white hair" flew around and turned away.
Only Zhao Haoran was left, standing in a daze, dumbfounded.
Failed to quarrel again!
"Old monk, you... If you are really an eminent Buddhist monk, how can you fail so badly and become a sweeping monk?"
Zhao Haoran shouted, offering his assassin.
In Dalin Temple, as long as your Dharma is deep enough, you can easily get out of your mind.
If Deng Jiuling is really strong in Buddhism, how can he be so old and still messed up so badly
At this moment, Zhao Haoran was full of superiority, and looked at Deng Jiuling eagerly:
"I'm only in my twenties now, so I can be the No. 1 arrogant, will you fight me?"
In response to Zhao Haoran's provocation, Deng Jiuling said indifferently: "The hell is not empty, I will vowed to become a Buddha!"
After speaking, Deng Jiuling ignored Zhao Haoran and turned and left.
At this moment, Zhao Haoran suddenly felt that Deng Jiuling's old figure had added a bit of majesty.
When Deng Jiuling walked away, Zhao Haoran snorted and sprayed a mouthful of old blood on the bookshelf.
Yin Hong's blood instantly stained several ancient books.
"Donor, these books are very expensive. You need to compensate 2.5 million yuan for contribution."
Deng Jiuling's "old" voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Pouch!
As the voice fell, Zhao Haoran turned around and fell straight to the ground, fainting with anger.
Although Zhao Haoran is a Tianjiao, he is from a poor family after all, where is so much money
With 2.5 million sect contribution points, even if you kill Zhao Haoran, he can't afford it.
"The young people nowadays have really poor psychological quality. I just made a slip of the tongue."
Holding the broom, Deng Jiuling shook his head: "Isn't it two hundred and five contribution points, why should I be so excited?"
puff!
As soon as he heard this, Zhao Haoran, who was still a little conscious, foamed out of her breath and fainted completely...