Yang Chengye did not respond to Jueyuan and Shang's words, but instead said to the monk: "Thank you, Master, for your guidance. I would like to have a word with my brother."

  The monk deeply believed in Yang Chengye's words and hastily said to Jueyuan, "Master uncle, I'll take my leave first!"

  Xiao He Shang did not respond, and the monk left the main courtyard.

  Yang Chengye and Jueyuan Xiaohe looked at each other, neither of them spoke a word.

  Yang Chengye was just thinking about how to cover up his own lie, otherwise if he was exposed, the Shaolin Temple would not be able to accommodate him either.

  "Benefactor, you haven't answered my question yet."

  At this time, Jueyuan Xiao Shang finally couldn't bear it and said to Yang Chengye.

  Upon hearing this, Yang Chengye regained his composure and asked: "Are you really Jueyuan?"

  Xiao He Shang rolled his eyes and said, "Of course, genuine goods."

  Yang Chengye suddenly exclaimed excitedly: "Brother, I've finally found you!"

  "Do you know, to find you, I have traveled thousands of mountains and rivers, crossed towering peaks, for two whole years? Heaven rewards those who are diligent, I can finally be at peace with my deceased parents!"

  Yang Chengye said with a loud wail and tears streaming down his face, almost rolling on the ground.

  "Benefactor."

  Jueyuan Xiaohe said to Yang Chengye: "I am an orphan with no father or mother, and was taken in by my uncle master and brought back to the temple."

  "You say I am your brother, what proof do you have?"

  Yang Chengye stopped crying and said to Jueyuan, "It's like this, we are people from Jiaxing. My father is a small businessman. Although our family is not wealthy, we can still make ends meet."

  "When you were five years old, your father went out and encountered pirates who robbed and killed him. After your mother found out, she fell ill and never recovered. I went out to get medicine for her, but when I came back, you were already gone."

  "After my mother found out, her illness worsened. Before she passed away, she specifically instructed me to find my brother, so I set out to search for him. It's been two whole years now, and I've finally found you, which is also a way of keeping my promise to my mother."

  Jueyuan Xiaohe listened to Yang Chengye's mournful words and couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy, his throat also constricting with emotion.

  After a long time, Monk Huiyuan asked Yang Chengye: "Are you saying that we are close brothers and you are my elder brother?"

  Seeing Yang Chengye nodding, Jueyuan Xiao Shang asked: "Then do you have any evidence?"

  Yang Chengye thought for a moment, frowning and sighing from time to time. About five minutes later, Yang Chengye slapped his thigh and exclaimed: "I remember! There is a copper coin-sized red birthmark on your left shoulder, I recall it clearly."

  Upon hearing this, Yuanshuo hastily touched his left shoulder, his face greatly changed, and stuttered: "Y-you said... are all true?"

  Yang Chengye learned from Yuexuan's previous appearance and said: "Of course, genuine!"

  Upon hearing Yang Chengyi's affirmative response, Jueyuan suddenly jumped three feet high and exclaimed: "I finally have family! I finally have an older brother!"

  Seeing Jue Yuan's happy appearance, Yang Chengye secretly blamed himself, wondering if he had gone too far in deceiving a naive child like him.

  But for the sake of the martial arts manual and also for the Yi Jin Jing, Yang Cheng only hardened his heart.

  But suddenly she felt different, grabbed Yang Chengye's arm and pushed open the door to run out of the house, saying as they ran: "Let's go tell Master Shu about this good news!"

  Yang Chengye was startled by Jueyuan's words and thought of a countermeasure in secret.

  The room was decorated with old furniture, two beds of different sizes, a table for offerings, and on the floor was placed a yellowed and worn-out rush mat.

  An old monk with white beard and hair sat cross-legged on the bed, his snow-white eyebrows hanging down to the bedside.

  Upon hearing Jueyuan's voice, the old monk opened his cloudy eyes and scolded: "What kind of behavior is this loud shouting?"

  Jue Yuan pulled Yang Chengye to stand before the old monk and said: "Master uncle, I found my brother."

  "Oh?"

  Upon hearing this, the old monk's eyes stared at Yang Chengye, and his originally dull and dim eyes suddenly became sharp. Yang Chengye couldn't help but take two steps back.

  The old monk only glanced at Yang Chengye and then withdrew his gaze. He asked Juexuan, "How many sutras have you read today?"

  Yu Yuan withdrew his smile and replied with a lowered head: "One book."

  "Ah"

  The old monk sighed and said: "Only one volume is far from enough. Look, after the sun sets, I will test you personally."

  Jue Yuan spat out his tongue and hastily pushed open the door to walk out.

  Jue Yuan left, and Yang Chengye was at a loss when the old monk suddenly beckoned him over.

  Yang Chengye hesitated for a moment, then came before the old monk, bowed his waist and saluted: "Your disciple Yang Chengye has seen the great master."

  Hehe

  The old monk laughed and said: "Little guy, you're quite good at deceiving people!"

  When he heard this, Yang Chengye was suddenly shocked, and the old monk actually knew his own lie.

  The old monk continued: "But it's good that it can make Jue Yuan happy."

  "What brings you to Shaolin Temple?"

  Hearing this, Yang Chengye hesitated: "This... I..."

  Hehe

  The old monk smiled again: "If I'm right, you're here for the Lankavatara Sutra, aren't you?"

  After hearing the old monk's words, Yang Chengye's eyes suddenly lit up.

  According to Jin Yong's writings, the anonymous monk originally hid the manuscript of "Jiuyang Shen Gong" in the interlayer of "Lengjia Jing", and later it was seen by Jueyuan who memorized it forcibly.

  Seeing Yang Chengye's silence, the old monk sighed and said: "You came to my scripture chamber last night just to look for the Lanka Sutra, didn't you?"

  Yang Chengye frowned and said: "Master, did you know I came last night?"

  The old monk smiled and said: "It's not just you, several waves of people have come before you."

  "Decades ago, two people sneaked into the Scripture Pavilion one after another and learned a lot of Shaolin Kung Fu."

  "But later they all came to their senses and became my disciples."

  Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo?

  Yang Chengyong exclaimed, this old monk actually accepted Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo. It seems that he is very likely to be the nameless sweeping monk.

  Yang Chengye hastily asked the old monk: "Where are they?"

  The old monk sighed and said, "They have already passed away before me."

  Yang Chengye shook his head and secretly thought it was a pity.

  The old monk said to himself: "It seems that what the gods in my dream told me is true, I'm about to leave!"

  Yang Chengye was taken aback and asked, "A divine being in a dream? Could it be that there really are divine beings in the world?"

  "But Master is a Buddhist, even if it's just a dream, shouldn't it be the Buddha?"

  The old monk did not answer, but continued to say: "In a dream, the immortal once told Lao Na that if one day someone came to borrow the Lanka Sutra, and this person was the destined person, it would be the time when Lao Na ascended to heaven."

  "What kind of person is destined for calamity? Master, what do you mean by this?"

  Yang Chengye asked the old monk.

  The old monk took out a book, and the name of the book was "Lengqie Jing".

  The old monk handed the Lankavatara Sutra to Yang Chengye and said, "I'll lend you the Lankavatara Sutra for a look."