The Heavens: From Film and Mythology to Conquering Myriad Realms

Qiao Feng and Murong Fu were both shocked, staring blankly at the blue-robed monk in front of them.

"Senior, please release me, Qiao."

Qiao Feng felt the binding force coming from his wrist and knew that he had encountered a master.

"Why do you two have to fight like this? Can't you sit down and have a proper talk?"

The monk in blue robes remained expressionless and spoke calmly.

"I was willing to talk to this Shaolin senior, but he insisted on fighting, so I had no choice but to comply."

Upon seeing the blue-robed monk's attire, Murong Fu knew he was a high-ranking monk from Shaolin, and a forced expression appeared on his face.

The monk in blue glanced at Murong Fu, ignored her, and pushed the two of them apart with a wave of his hands.

Because of the appearance of the monk in blue, everyone in the room looked at him.

"Uncle-Master! Why did you come down the mountain?"

Xuan Ci led a group of Shaolin monks to the Sweeper Monk's side and hurriedly inquired.

"Xuanci, why didn't you stop this farce just now? Do you know how much damage this will do to Shaolin's reputation?"

When the sweeping monk saw Xuan Ci, his expression remained calm and composed, but his stern tone was undoubtedly a reprimand to Xuan Ci, who was the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

“I… what my martial uncle said is true.”

Xuan Ci opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but seeing the calm look in the Sweeper Monk's eyes, he dared not say anything more.

"Go back and pass the position of abbot to the other disciples. Come to my place and meditate for three years."

The sweeping monk shook his head and directly stripped Xuanci of his abbotship.

Upon hearing this, Xuan Ci turned ashen-faced, but dared not disobey the Sweeper Monk's order.

As the grandmaster of Shaolin, the Sweeper Monk is the god of Shaolin, not only because of his superb martial arts skills, but also because of his extremely high seniority.

Just then, Murong Bo noticed that everyone's attention was no longer on him, so he tried to escape again.

But Xuan Ci, whose face was ashen, happened to see it.

"Capture this man!"

Xuan Ci immediately gave a soft shout, drawing everyone's attention back to Murong Bo.

Soon, Murong Bo was brought before the Sweeper Monk by the Shaolin disciples.

"Evil thief!"

When Qiao Feng saw Murong Bo, his expression immediately turned angry again.

“My friend, do not let anger control your mind.”

The sweeping monk's calm voice seemed to have a calming effect, and Qiao Feng's angry expression calmed down again.

“Uncle-Master, this man stole our Shaolin's secret techniques and should be executed.”

Xuan Ci looked at Murong Bo with a very serious expression.

In the martial arts world, sects highly value their martial arts manuals, considering them the foundation of their sects. They have zero tolerance for those who steal martial arts techniques from other sects.

"This person learned his Shaolin martial arts from the Sutra Repository."

The sweeping monk glanced at Murong Bo indifferently and said softly.

"Uncle-Master, do you know?"

Xuan Ci was taken aback. The Sutra Repository was the Sweeper Monk's territory. Since Murong Bo was able to secretly learn there, the Sweeper Monk must have known about it.

"That's right. Over the years, two people have been coming to the Scripture Pavilion to steal knowledge, and he is one of them."

The sweeping monk smiled faintly and directly told him about Murong Bo's theft of the skills.

"Does Martial Uncle have some considerations?"

Xuan Ci frowned slightly, clearly not understanding the sweeping monk's actions.

Xuanci valued Shaolin's martial arts extremely highly, considering them the foundation of Shaolin and something that should not be easily passed on to outsiders.

The sweeping monk smiled faintly and offered no explanation.

In fact, the martial arts manuals that Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan stole were modified by the Sweeper Monk, who incorporated some of his conjectures.

To put it bluntly, these two are the Sweeper Monk's guinea pigs, used to experiment on modified martial arts techniques.

After all, it's not easy to find someone with such exceptional talent who is also willing to learn proactively.

Shaolin disciples are, after all, one's own people, so it's not appropriate to experiment on their martial arts path. But these two are learning by stealing, so the Sweeper Monk doesn't have this concern.

Therefore, the Dali Vajra Palm technique used by Murong Bo was somewhat strange, not only because he was not taught by a Shaolin monk, but also because he did not learn the authentic Vajra Palm technique.

The Sweeper Monk was, after all, a grandmaster. With his superior insight, the improved martial arts were naturally without any problems. Therefore, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo did not suffer from qi deviation or anything like that.

"Elder Murong, were you involved in the events at Yanmen Pass back then?"

The sweeping monk looked at Murong Bo and asked calmly.

"Naturally, it has nothing to do with me; I just happened to be passing by!"

Murong Bo quickly explained that his performance was extremely sincere.

"Then why did you fake your death? Wasn't it to cover your tracks?"

Seeing this, Xuan Ci couldn't help but ask.

"Hehehe, my family did it all for my son."

"Actually, there's nothing to hide. As you all know, my Murong family are descendants of the Great Yan and have always wanted to restore the Great Yan."

"I faked my death so that Fu'er could grow up as soon as possible and take on the great responsibility of restoring the country."

Murong Bo sighed and explained to everyone.

"Father."

Murong Fu's expression was complicated, and his voice was choked with emotion.

"What questions does Benefactor Qiao have?"

The sweeping monk looked at the bewildered Qiao Feng and asked him a question.

Although Murong Bo's explanation had flaws, it was still plausible, and there was no evidence to accuse him, so Qiao Feng was at a loss for what to do.

"Now that things have been explained, everyone can leave."

"Since Elder Murong is a suspect, he should stay at Shaolin Temple until Benefactor Qiao has investigated the matter thoroughly before descending the mountain."

The sweeping monk nodded, thus bringing the chaos to an end.

Murong Bo breathed a sigh of relief; he had passed this hurdle.

He was very careful when he sent false information to Shaolin Temple. He dealt with all the people involved, because the consequences of plotting against Shaolin Temple were very serious.

"Let's do as you say, senior."

Qiao Feng was somewhat disheartened. He hadn't expected that even after finding the ringleader, there was still a mastermind behind him he hadn't found.

The sweeping monk smiled with satisfaction and prepared to leave with his little white mouse.

"Wait!"

A soft whisper was heard, a low murmur, yet it lingered in everyone's ears.

The sweeping monk, who was holding Murong Bo, paused for a moment.

Everyone present looked toward the source of the loud noise.

Lu Yao slowly walked forward and came to Qiao Feng's side.

Who is this benefactor?

The sweeping monk's eyes narrowed as he stared directly at Lu Yao.

"I am Lu Yao from the Xiaoyao Sect. Greetings, senior."

Lu Yao chuckled and crossed his arms, looking at the sweeping monk.

It sounds like they're showing respect to the Sweeping Monk, but in reality, they show him absolutely no respect.

After all, Lu Yao himself is a Grandmaster, so why would he want to lower his own agility to the level of the Sweeping Monk?

"The Free and Unfettered Sect? Descendants of Xiaoyaozi?"

A flicker of recollection crossed the sweeping monk's eyes as he slowly asked.

"Exactly."

Lu Yao nodded. As the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, he was still Xiaoyaozi's disciple on the surface.

"What realm have you reached, Benefactor Lu? Why can't this humble monk see through you?"

The sweeping monk frowned slightly as he carefully examined Lu Yao.

The Sweeper Monk once learned a Buddhist secret technique called Bodhi Eye, which allows him to sense martial artists whose cultivation level is lower than his own.

However, he could not sense Lu Yao's cultivation level, so he became curious.