Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

"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."