Chapter 17: The Sweeping Monk: Where's the promised groveling

"Amitabha!"

Before the gates of Shaolin, a crowd of Wu Lin martial artists were all dumbfounded.

Staring blankly at Abbot Xuan Ci, then looking again at the Gao Seng gathered before the gates!

Heavens, Shaolin Temple has gone mad!

Not a single one of Shaolin's Gao Seng has any sense of shame!

Quite a few Wu Lin martial artists sensed something was off, and silently retreated behind the crowd.

Meanwhile, seeing that Abbot Xuan Ci had finally stopped being so stubborn, Monk Xuanji also breathed a sigh of relief.

With him and his senior brother the Abbot here, Shaolin's rise was just around the corner!

Just as the Wu Lin martial artists were being blocked at the mountain gate.

On the other side, inside the Sutra Library, Qiao Feng, Xiao Yuanshan, Gusu Murong Bo, and Gusu Murong Fu—the four of them had already begun a fierce fight within the Sutra Library.

But just as the four were locked in endless entanglement, an utterly unremarkable Sweeping Monk walked out.

In just a few moves, he subdued them all.

Only now did the Shaolin Gao Seng who had set out from the mountain gate finally arrive.

"When did our Shaolin Temple gain such a master!"

Abbot Xuan Ci and Xuanji, who had hurried over, watched as the Sweeping Monk defeated Xiao Yuanshan and Gusu Murong Bo with a mere lift of his hand, and couldn't help but feel secretly alarmed.

Although the two of them had grown greatly in strength, they still couldn't do it with such ease and grace.

However, the moment they thought of the delicacies within the lower immortal realm, Abbot Xuan Ci and Xuanji both relaxed again.

Confident and at ease, Abbot Xuan Ci and Xuanji simply stood to the side, quietly watching.

And inside the Sutra Library, the Sweeping Monk kept casting glances toward Abbot Xuan Ci and the others.

Huh, strange—why haven't the Shaolin Abbot and the others come over yet?

He had been in secluded cultivation within the Sutra Library for decades; today was his first time making a move, and yet there were no spectators?

Damn it—how is he supposed to show off now!

Thinking of how he had spent these decades sweeping the floor of the Sutra Library.

The Sweeping Monk felt that his day to make a name across Wu Lin was today!

But Abbot Xuan Ci, Xuanji, and the others were just watching from afar—what was he to do!

No, he absolutely needed an audience!

Thinking of his decades of secluded cultivation, the Sweeping Monk felt that making his entrance like this was really beneath his dignity.

Casting a glance at Abbot Xuan Ci and the others not far away, the Sweeping Monk tapped his foot lightly and stood between Xiao Yuanshan and Gusu Murong Bo.

"Amitabha, two benefactors—this place is within our Shaolin Temple, it is not fitting to commit such killing!"

Having spoken, his vast internal force circulated, and with one palm the Sweeping Monk separated Xiao Yuanshan and Gusu Murong Bo.

Then the internal force in his palm erupted, directly shoving Gusu Murong Bo's body toward Abbot Xuan Ci on the other side.

Abbot Xuan Ci, who had been watching, saw Gusu Murong Bo suddenly arrive, his brow furrowing slightly as he sensed something amiss; he tapped his foot lightly and retreated directly.

The Shaolin Gao Seng following beside him, seeing Xuan Ci do so, all retreated a few steps as well.

In an instant, the moment Gusu Murong Bo landed his internal force erupted, and he charged forward again.

"Junior brother, this Sweeping Monk's internal force is truly profound—it's best we remain cautious!"

Seeing that one palm was enough to push Gusu Murong Bo to this point, Abbot Xuan Ci was secretly alarmed, and said a word to Xuanji beside him.

This Sweeping Monk's cultivation was above theirs.

For now, better to lie low—after a few more trips to the lower immortal realm and a few more tastings of the delicacies, then come back and have a talk with him!

Inside the Sutra Library not far away, the Sweeping Monk overheard this line and was so furious he nearly spat blood.

Cautious? Cautious my ass!

He had been in Shaolin for decades—don't think he didn't know about all that shady business of yours, Abbot Xuan Ci!

When you were having your secret trysts with that woman in the cave, did you ever think to be cautious!

Bah, this Shaolin Abbot is utterly shameless!

"What senior brother says is most true!"

He had thought that the other Shaolin Gao Seng, seeing trouble in the Sutra Library, would rush over one after another.

Instead, Xuanji beside Abbot Xuan Ci nodded in considerable agreement, and led the Gao Seng in retreating a few more steps.

Such a scene left the Sweeping Monk dumbfounded!

What the hell— what's wrong with this Shaolin Temple?

Are these still the Shaolin Gao Seng he knew?

Can't you see there's a fight breaking out here in the Sutra Library?

As Shaolin Gao Seng, shouldn't you be rushing over to protect the Sutra Library?

Have you no shame at all?

Abbot Xuan Ci leading the Gao Seng in retreat completely stunned the Sweeping Monk.

Still, watching Xiao Yuanshan and Gusu Murong Bo attacking him, the Sweeping Monk merely sighed, then with a wave of his hand subdued them both!

Bringing them into the Sutra Library, after a series of flashy moves, in the end the Sweeping Monk made Xiao Yuanshan and Gusu Murong Bo achieve great enlightenment, let go of everything, and take refuge in the monastic life!

Originally, the Sweeping Monk had prepared to display all this before the Shaolin Gao Seng.

But alas, that group of Gao Seng were truly shameless and cowardly.

All the moves the Sweeping Monk had deliberated over for so long were simply wasted!

Not far away, seeing that everything had ended, Abbot Xuan Ci and the others slowly came over.

But on the way, Xuanji's brow remained slightly furrowed, and he secretly transmitted his voice, warning everyone to stay on guard.

There was no help for it; this sweeping monk was simply too strange.

If he were truly a Shaolin man,

then Abbot Xuan Ci and the others could not possibly be unaware of his nickname!

Moreover, after spending decades in the Scripture Library, with cultivation reaching the heavens,

he merely watched as Xiao Yuan Shan and Gusu Murong Bo steal Shaolin's secret scriptures!

He even allowed the two to cause chaos within Shaolin Temple!

In this period, had it been Monk Xuanji, he would have subdued them long ago!

How could he possibly let them live to this day!

It could be said that the sweeping monk's allegiance to Shaolin was extremely low!

"Amitabha, Master, I pay my respects!"

Abbot Xuan Ci arrived slowly, bowing his hands in greeting to the sweeping monk.

Though his attire was merely that of a lowly temple laborer, his inner power and Buddhist cultivation were more than worthy of the title "Master."

"How can the Abbot pay such a bow? This old monk serves all the Masters here and cannot possibly accept such a grand gesture!"

The sweeping monk glanced at Abbot Xuan Ci and likewise bowed, palms together.

Internally, however, he was secretly astonished.

Only a few days had passed, yet Abbot Xuan Ci's cultivation had risen dramatically.

Moreover, his inner power was steady and balanced, his essence, energy, and spirit fully replenished.

He did not seem to have practiced any heretical arts!

For a moment, the sweeping monk found Abbot Xuan Ci incomprehensible.

"Master, your Buddhist cultivation far surpasses ours; you deserve Shaolin's utmost respect!"

Looking at the sweeping monk, Abbot Xuan Ci decided that, for now, it was best to court him.

Had they not tasted the wonders of the Immortal Realm's cuisine, Abbot Xuan Ci and the others, seeing such a master within the temple,

would have prostrated themselves without hesitation.

But having experienced the beauty of the Immortal Realm, Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji now regarded the sweeping monk with indifference.

Even if this sweeping monk's cultivation rivaled Bodhidharma himself!

Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji would not be the least surprised!

After all, with such a realm available, they themselves would surely surpass Bodhidharma!

Meanwhile, the sweeping monk, having finished his polite formalities, now squinted, waiting for Abbot Xuan Ci and the others to grovel.

But all he saw was Abbot Xuan Ci offering a perfunctory, half-hearted greeting—and then nothing more?

The sweeping monk was stunned!

Hey hey hey, he was the Scripture Library's sweeping monk!

A master whose cultivation reigned supreme in the Wu Lin, rivaling Bodhidharma himself!

Is this the attitude you show?

Where's the groveling you promised me?

Director, these two aren't following the script!