"Sweeping monk, who is that?" Ah Zhu couldn't help but be happy when he saw that someone had separated several people, and it seemed that he was still a person with strong martial arts. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Di Wenchang looked back at Ah Zhu and smiled, "Sweeping monk, legend has it that this person's martial arts have reached the innate realm. ”

"Innate?" exclaimed.

The voice was not loud, and the people around him could hardly hear it, but Di Wenchang found that just when Ah Zhu said the word Congenital, the sweeping monk's ears moved, and then his eyes seemed to lose a glance at Ah Zhu intentionally or unintentionally, and stayed on him for a few seconds.

"What a horrible look. ”

Di Wenchang suddenly felt a chill, as if he could destroy him as long as he moved the sweeping monk. This is the effect of practicing Tai Chi, and he is extremely sensitive to danger.

Fortunately, the sweeping monk didn't look at it much, his eyes only stopped for a few seconds, and Di Wenchang breathed a sigh of relief, but when he came back to his senses, his forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat.

At this time, he suddenly realized how inappropriate what he had just done.

Immediately, Di Wenchang had an inexplicable feeling, so many people don't look at me, but look at me, and why doesn't Azhu feel anything?

When my heart moved, could it be because I practiced the Yijin Sutra?

I remembered the scene of the original plot in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in my mind, and the sweeping monk saw at a glance that Gu Mozhi practiced the Yi Jin Sutra, and also told the truth that Gu Mo Zhi was strong in practicing the Yi Jin Sutra.

Could it be that the sweeping monk also discovered that he had cultivated the Yijin Sutra? Thinking of this, I understood a little in my heart, maybe it was only possible.

Di Wenchang was a little hesitant for a while, do you want to return the Yijin Sutra to the Shaolin Temple? Anyway, he has already written down all the contents of the Yijin Sutra, and the original text of the Yijin Sutra and the posture diagram after soaking in water have been taken on his mobile phone, and there is not much difference whether there is a scripture or not.

After thinking about it, I decided to leave it alone, if the sweeping monk didn't notice him, forget it, and keep the scriptures, it's better than nothing. If the other party notices, the big deal will be returned to the original owner, and it is estimated that he will not do anything to himself.

The thoughts in my heart were only between electric sparks, and my eyes moved back to the field.

The sweeping monk pronounced a Buddha name and said, "Alas, when is the time for retribution." ”

The sweeping monk turned to Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan and said, "Lord Xiao, Lord Murong Shi, you are all terminally ill, and your lives will not be guaranteed in the near future, so why bother with these grievances and grievances." ”

Hearing this, the faces of the two changed.

"You talk nonsense. Murong Fu scolded.

The sweeping monk didn't pay attention to Murong Fu, he looked at Xiao Yuanshan and said, "Xiao Jushi, do you feel faint pain in your lower abdomen recently?"

Xiao Yuanshan's whole body sank, and said, "How do you know?"

The sweeping monk said again: "You Guan Yuan's insensitivity on the acupoint, but how have you been recently?"

Xiao Yuanshan was even more surprised, and said in a trembling voice: "This numbness was only as big as a little finger ten years ago, but now it ...... Now it's almost the size of a teacup. ”

When Xiao Qiaofeng heard this, and then looked at his father's appearance, he didn't know that what the sweeping monk said about his old man's life was true, and he immediately became anxious.

No matter what fault Xiao Yuanshan has, after all, it is his old father, Qiao Feng immediately took two steps forward, knelt down on his knees, bowed to the old monk, and arched his hand: "Since the master knows the root of my father's illness, I also ask the master to be merciful and rescued." ”

The sweeping monk had already heard of Qiao Feng's benevolence and righteousness, and immediately returned the salute, hurriedly stretched out his hand, and said, "I can't help it! ”

Qiao Feng took advantage of the situation and stood up.

The sweeping monk said: "Old Master Xiao has killed a lot of people in the past, hurt innocents, has too much resentment in his heart, and has broken his state of mind, and Ling Zun's injury can only be resolved by Buddhism." “

"Please also give me some advice. Qiao Feng arched his hand.

The sweeping monk did not continue, but looked at Murong Bo.

The sweeping monk said to Murong Bo: "Old donor Murong, the suffering of ten thousand needles and stabbing three times a day on the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu is very difficult, right? ”

Murong Bo's face changed drastically, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

He has three acupuncture points in Yangbai, Lianquan and Fengfu, but every morning at noon, and at midnight, it is like ten thousand needles and, and as long as one luck is internal, the pain of acupuncture is even deeper into the bone marrow.

This kind of pain is like dying three times in a day, and this pain has become more severe in recent years, and he even thought in his heart that if he could exchange his life for the revival of Yan Kingdom, he would be willing to die even if he died, which shows how torturous this sting is.

It's painful!

The sweeping monk's bland words directly made Murong Bo's heart tremble, and he was terrified, and as soon as he was excited, the sharp pain like a pinprick began to attack again. Originally, now was not the moment for the attack, but under the shock of the heart, this pain suddenly appeared, and I had to grit my teeth and endure it at the moment.

Murong Fu has always known that his father has a strong and competitive temper, and he would rather kill him than be embarrassed and humiliated in front of others, and Murong Fu has a good face, and he is even more unwilling to bow down and plead with the old monk for his father's sake like Xiao Feng.

Murong Fu helped Murong Bo, bowed his hand to Xiao Feng's father and son, and said: "The green mountains do not change, the green water flows forever, don't pass it for the time being." The two of you want to seek revenge on my father and son, and we are waiting for you in Gusu Yanziwu Shenhezhuang. ”

Stretched out his hand and grabbed Murong Bo's right hand, and said, "Daddy, let's go, let's go home first." ”

I wanted to turn around and leave, but I was stopped by the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk looked at Murong Fu, shook his head and sighed: "I didn't expect you to endure to let Ling Zun suffer such a painful torment, and not seek medical treatment from me, it is really in vain to be a son of man." ”

Murong Fu's face turned pale and he didn't dare to talk.

At this time, Qiao Feng shouted: "Old Mr. Murong is in poor health, I, Qiao Feng, can let him go for the time being, but you Murong Fu is not sick, the revenge of killing your mother is not shared, and the debt of your father and son will be repaid, today I Qiao Feng will definitely leave your life to avenge my mother." ”

Now that he is being watched by the heroes of the world, Murong Fu is not easy to lose face, and immediately said loudly: "Okay! Since you want to fight, then come." ”

Next, just like the original plot, Qiao Feng and Murong Fu started to fight again, and the two sides fought back and forth earth-shatteringly, and were finally stopped by the sweeping monk.

Then, under the persuasion of the sweeping monk, Qiao Feng and Murong Fu's idea that they must fight to the death seemed to be loosened, and at this moment, the sweeping monk actually made Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan 'die' in front of everyone.

Everyone thought that the sweeping monk had really killed someone, and there was an uproar. Even the abbot of Xuanci couldn't sit still and hurriedly ran forward.

Qiao Feng and Murong Fu cried even more. The two big men, and the world-famous Nan Murong and North Qiao Feng, actually cried loudly, and everyone who watched looked at each other.

However, no one laughed at it, but was moved by the true sexual feelings of the two, especially Qiao Feng, who definitely didn't look like he was pretending.

"The old man said, let all the sins gather on the old man, and from then on, these grievances and grievances will be written off. ”

The sweeping monk stretched out his hand to stop the abbot Xuanci and the others, and with a wave of his hand, he picked up the 'corpses' of the two of them, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Qiao Feng and Murong Fu also followed, followed by Murong Fu and his retainers, Wang Yuyan and others.