"Sweeping monk, you don't want to save many people who are suffering in this world, but you save two scourges, isn't it because you are full of food?" Ji Yang hates this kind of hypocrisy the most, which is useless to the people and society. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Xiao family and his son almost deterred the sweeping monk, and when they heard Ji Yang say this, they immediately reacted. If you think about it, this is really the case, Shaolin Temple keeps saying that it saves the suffering, but it has not saved many people in need.

Xiao Feng is from Shaolin and has a sense of awe for Shaolin, but he can't refute Ji Yang's words.

Ji Yang snorted coldly and continued: "You don't need to be on the right path with martial arts, but live in seclusion here to clean up, it's better not to practice martial arts." We martial arts practitioners don't seek to protect our families and defend the country, but we also want to be vigorous, but what are you for? ”

The sweeping monk folded his hands and said: "Practicing martial arts is naturally for self-cultivation, not for being brave and ruthless." ”

Ji Yang was disdainful in his heart, and said: "Self-cultivation governs the country and equalizes the world, you only cultivate yourself but do not govern the country, what's the use of cultivating." Don't talk to me about the great truths of Buddhism, let's just say one word, at this moment, hundreds of people at the border are suffering, do you want to save them! ”

Xiao Yuanshan secretly said well, he also hated these old monks who were full of great truths.

"Amitabha, the old man should save the current few donors first." The sweeping monk recited a Buddha name, and then said: "Lord Xiao, Lord Murong, and this master of the Tubo Kingdom, you have all practiced the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple, but you don't know that you must have compassion in mind to practice Buddhist martial arts, and learn Buddhism as the foundation, otherwise the deeper you practice, the more serious your injuries will be." ”

"In this temple, there are naturally some people who are not good enough in Buddhism, but they want to forcibly practice superior martial arts, and they have gone mad for a long time. Master Xuancheng's martial arts are extraordinary, and the ancestors of the monks have promised him to be the first in martial arts in the past 200 years. But he broke his meridians overnight and became a wasted man, and it was for this reason that he became a waster. Without waiting for Ji Yang to refute, the sweeping monk said again.

The sweeping monk was a little worried at first when he saw Xiao Yuanshan, but then his eyebrows straightened, and his face was full of rigidity and conceit, obviously taking his words as wind in his ears. He sighed softly and said to Xiao Yuanshan: "Old Donor Xiao, have you felt a faint pain in the lower abdomen Liangmen and Taiyi Erxue recently?" ”

Xiao Yuanshan was stunned and said, "Yes, that's exactly what it is." ”

The sweeping monk said again: "How is the insensitivity on your closing hole? ”

Xiao Yuanshan was shocked in his heart and said, "This numbness was only the size of a little finger ten years ago, but now it is the size of a teacup." ”

"The monk knows the hidden danger of his father, and please have mercy to save him." As soon as Xiao Feng heard the conversation between the two, he knew that Xiao Yuanshan's practice of Shaolin's superior martial arts had led to a hidden illness in his body, and once it broke out, he would die sooner or later, so he stepped forward and saluted.

"Old Benefactor Xiao has killed a lot of people in the past, like Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, Master Xuanku, he really shouldn't be killed." Sweeping monks.

"Xiao already knew that there was a hidden disease in his body, but he had a son Jackie Chan over sixty years old, even if he died instantly, what matter. If the monk wants Xiao to admit his mistakes and repent, it is absolutely impossible. Xiao Yuanshan said "shirtless".

"The old man doesn't dare to ask Old Donor Xiao to repent, it's just that if you want to heal from this injury, you must practice Buddhism." Sweeping monks.

Xiao Yuanshan frowned, he didn't have a big revenge, how could he be in the mood to practice Buddhism. And listening to Ji Yang's words before, Shaolin Temple's self-cultivation does not govern the country, they are all a group of people who sell their fame and reputation, Xiao Yuanshan naturally doesn't like it.

Ji Yang knew that the sweeping monk would talk about Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's injuries, and thought to himself: In the original book, the sweeping monk said that he would use compassion and Buddhism to resolve martial arts anger, but what he said was too mysterious. There are so many martial arts in the world, I have practiced nine yin and nine yang, and there are many martial arts such as the eighteen palms of the dragon and the dog stick method, and there are no hidden diseases, but there are so many problems with Shaolin's kung fu.

"Look at the meaning of the sweeping monk, the problem is not what the Dharma of compassion is, but the secret book of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. If the Scripture Pavilion was so easy to enter, Shaolin's peerless school would have been stolen long ago, most likely because of the incomplete secrets, which caused Xiao Yuanshan Murong Bo to practice his anger. Ji Yang guessed.

Literally, the sweeping monk is really kind, teaching the two of them Buddhism to resolve anger. But after in-depth analysis, the "Dharma" in the mouth of the sweeping monk may be a complete version of the martial arts cheats, otherwise why do you have to learn compassion from him and do good deeds and accumulate virtue.

The reason why the sweeping monk did not say it explicitly is probably the unspoken rule of the legend.

"The old benefactor of Murong regards death as home, and there is no need for the old man to talk more. What if the old man pointed out the way and helped Murong Shi solve the pain of ten thousand needles and three times each time in the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu, what would happen? The sweeping monk looked at Murong Bo.

Murong Bo's face changed when he heard this, and the three acupoints of his Yangbai Lianquan Fengfu would indeed be like ten thousand needles in the early morning, noon, and three minutes of the hour. No matter what kind of panacea you take, it is useless, if you urge the internal force, it will hurt into the bone marrow, and life is better than death. Suffering three times a day, Murong Bo couldn't bear it for a long time, so he would come up with the condition of exchanging his life for Xiao Feng to lead troops to attack the Liao State.

At this time, when he heard the sweeping monk say that there was a way to resolve it, Murong Bo's heart trembled, but under the agitation of his mind, the three acupoints actually attacked, and he clenched his teeth in pain, trembling all over, but he didn't reply.

This is Murong Fu has woken up, before he was stunned by Ji Yang and Xiao Feng's joint palm, in fact, his body was not seriously injured, most of it was blocked by Gu Mozhi, but his mind happened to be shocked.

He knew that his father had always been competitive, arrogant and conceited, and he would never admit that he was ugly in front of others. And he himself refused to be like Xiao Feng, kneeling down to seek medical treatment for his father, so he arched his hand to everyone and said: "The green mountains do not change the green water, let's not pass for the time being, you want to seek revenge on my father and son, we are waiting for you in Gusu Yanziwu Shenhe Villa." After that, Murong Fu grabbed Murong Bo's right hand: "Daddy, let's go." ”

"Murong Gongzi, you can't bear to let Ling Zun endure the painful torment day and night?" The sweeper asked.

Murong Fu's face was pale, he took Murong Bo's hand and said nothing, walking as he walked.

"You just want to leave, how can there be such a cheap thing in the world!" Xiao Feng couldn't get used to Murong Fu's disloyal and unfilial behavior, and shouted angrily: "Your father is seriously ill, you can let him go today, you are not sick or in pain." ”

"Then I'll take Brother Xiao's trick!" Murong Fu Qi rushed to the heavens.

Xiao Feng didn't answer, and saw Long Zaitian attacking Murong Fu with a huge momentum, and Murong Fu used the fighting star to move the enemy.

"Amitabha, Buddhism is good, the two of you must not be ignorant." The sweeping monk suddenly appeared between the two of them, and without making a move, an invisible wall of qi appeared outside his body with his hands folded.

Xiao Feng and Murong Fu's skills hit the qi wall, like a stone sinking into the sea, and disappeared without a sound. Xiao Feng's heart sank, the skill of the old monk in front of him was too much stronger than him, it was simply immeasurable, and he knew that it would be difficult to take revenge today.

"In the wilderness, the puppet does not know the etiquette, and offends the priests, and forgives the sin." Xiao Feng temporarily dispelled the idea of revenge, remembered his father's illness, and politely admitted his mistake.

"It's easy to say, Xiao Shizhu's heroic nature, and the old man also admires it very much." Sweeping monks.

As soon as Ji Yang heard what he said, he secretly said that this old monk was very skilled, and he was by no means an ordinary person. It's a pity that the identity of the sweeping monk is not clarified in the original book, and Ji Yang doesn't know who he is.

It is certain that the sweeping monk became a monk halfway, and then he recognized the martial arts of the Xiaoyao faction, obviously he had some relationship with the Xiaoyao faction before he became a monk, and it is difficult to say whether he is a friend or an enemy. (To be continued.) )