"What? The master's words are too alarmist, right? Kumachi was startled at first, and then asked with a calm face.

The sweeping monk stretched out his palm and said indifferently: "It's not alarmist, King Ming, please return the Yijin Sutra to me!" ”

Gu Mozhi's eyes were a little evasive, and he wondered in his heart, "How did he know that I snatched the Yijin Sutra from Zhuang Juxian?" It's so easy for me to return it. ”

At this time, six more monks felt the Pavilion of the Hidden Scriptures, the Mystery of Difficulty, the Mystery of Silence, the Sacred Mountain, the Contemplation of the Heart, and the Stars of Polo and Djero.

Abbot Xuanci must still be sitting in the square.

"What is the Yi Jin Sutra? The words of the master are difficult to understand! Naturally, Haruma will not admit it.

The sweeping monk continued, "When Buddhist disciples learn martial arts, they are strengthening their bodies, protecting the Dharma and subduing demons, and when they practice martial arts, they always have compassion and benevolence in their hearts. ”

"If you practice the superior martial arts of this school and do not resolve it with the Dharma of compassion every day, then the anger will penetrate deep into the internal organs, sinking deeper and deeper, and it will be a hundred times more powerful than any external poison."

When the six monks who rushed over heard this, they were shocked in their hearts, and Xuan Xiao said secretly: "This old monk seems to be a serving monk who does miscellaneous work in this temple, how can he have such insight and cultivation?" ”

The sweeping monk held a broom in one hand and raised his palm with one hand and said: "The Great Wheel Ming King studied Buddhism intensively, and was unparalleled in the world, but if there is no compassion and generosity, the idea of universalizing all sentient beings, although the classics are familiar, but they can not dispel the anger planted when practicing these superior martial arts. The classics of each stunt have always been in this pavilion, and the disciples of the sect can't help but read it, can the king know that his reason is safe? ”

"Amitabha, good, good!" The sweeping monk's words contain great essence, the Tao has never been done before, and the six monks have an awe-inspiring meaning in their hearts.

"Hearing the words of the old master, the little monk suddenly opened his mouth today." Xuan Lin clasped his palms together and said respectfully.

"Please tell Master more about the Dharma!" The people on the mountain please.

The sweeping monk turned around and saluted back, "Don't dare, what the old man said is wrong, I still hope that everyone will advise." ”

Gu Mozhi was silent for a while, and secretly sneered in his heart, "The Shaolin stunt was stolen by Mr. Murong, and the monks were unwilling, but they were helpless, so they sent this old monk to pretend to be a ghost again, trying to deceive outsiders so that they didn't dare to practice the martial arts in his door, hey!" How can I be so easily fooled? ”

"You said that Shaolin 72 stunts can't be learned together, haven't I already learned them all? Why don't you have all the meridians and become a waste? Gu Mozhi sneered, wanting to try the truth and reality, and secretly used the unphased robbery finger, unknowingly, and the ghost unconsciously attacked the back of the old monk.

Snort!!

However, three feet behind Zhilifu and the old monk, they encountered an invisible barrier and dissipated without a trace, but they did not bounce back.

"Wow!" Gu Mozhi was shocked, "This old monk really has some doorways, not bluffing!" ”

The sweeping monk looked at Gu Mozhi, and was not angry, and continued: "The temple's stunts, evenly divided, with two, the body is the internal force body, used for the use of the method, you yourself already have superior internal strength, come to the temple to learn is only the use of seventy-two stunts, although there is damage, but it is not obvious for a while. ”

"However, at this moment, the Ming King is colored vermilion on the Chengwee acupoint, and there is a faint purple gas on the incense acupoint, and the tendons and veins of the cheek chariot acupoint tremble...... "The sweeping monk's words have changed," all kinds of signs show that after the Ming King has practiced the seventy-two stunts, he went to forcibly practice the internal skills of the temple, the Yijin Sutra! ”

"Oh......"

"Hey...... I am proficient in the mysteries of internal and external martial arts, how can I compare with ordinary people? This old monk is so angry that if I fall for his tricks, my life's fame will be wasted! ”

"Huh!" Gu Mozhi was surprised and worried at first, and then returned to his stubborn conceit, and the sweeping monk knew that he regarded his words as the east wind in his ears, and sighed helplessly.

"Old monk Xiao, you have been on the Liangmen in your lower abdomen recently, and you have two acupoints in Taiyi, do you feel faint pain?" The sweeping monk asked Xiao Yuanshan.

Xiao Yuanshan was shocked and shouted: "The monk sees it clearly, and he is... That's exactly what it is. ”

"You Guan Yuan's insensitivity on the acupoint, but how are you doing lately?" The sweeper asked again.

"Ten years ago, this numbness was just the size of a little finger, but now, it's almost the size of a teacup!" Xiao Yuanshan said in shock.

Xiao Feng heard that this sign had been bothering his father for many years, and he could not get rid of it, so he couldn't help but feel anxious, and hurriedly knelt down and pleaded: "Since the monk knows the root of his father's illness, please have mercy and save him." ”

"The host is kind-hearted, thinks of the common people, and does not harm the military and civilians of the two countries with personal enmity, so benevolent and righteous, no matter what you command, the old man has nothing to do, no need to be polite, please get up." Sweeping monks.

Xiao Feng wanted to kowtow and thank him, but unexpectedly, a soft energy emerged from his knees, holding him up and standing still.

The sweeping monk did not stretch out his hand to brush his sleeves, and he was unlucky, and his heart was so powerful, everyone was amazed, could it be that he was the incarnation of the Bodhisattva, otherwise how could there be such a vast supernatural power and boundless Buddhism?

In addition to NPCs, Yuan Fa and Yuan Xiang were also secretly shocked by their master's magical powers, all along, the sweeping monk only taught the two of them Tongzi Gong, Yi Jin Jing and Jin Zhong Jar, and did not show their strength, and when they saw it today, the two of them were overjoyed.

With the current cultivation of the two of them, they are beyond their reach, which shows the power of their master.

Only Wang Hao present knew that such vast supernatural powers were realms, and they were the realms of Dacheng, so they had this power.

In this Dacheng realm alone, except for Zhang Sanfeng and Yan Maniac, the sweeping monk is the most powerful person Wang Hao has ever seen.

The sweeping monk didn't care about everyone's shocked looks, and then asked Murong Bo, "Old Murong benefactor regards death as home, it seems that there is no need for the old man to bother with his lips and tongue, but if the old man points out the way, you can avoid the pain of ten thousand needles and thorns three times a day on the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu, but what about it?" ”

"Wow!"

In the words of the sweeping monk, Murong Bo's face changed greatly!

The painful torture three times a day has become more and more serious in recent years, and it is better for him to live than to die, and there is no interest in life, the reason why he is willing to die in exchange for Xiao Feng's promise to raise troops to attack the sky, although it is for the great cause of restoring the country, half of it is also for the nameless evil disease that is difficult to treat, which really makes him unbearable.

Thinking of the tragic torment like a maggot on the tarsal bone, Murong Bo couldn't help but be frightened, and suddenly felt that the severe pain had not come out of time, and his whole body trembled.

Woo!

Murong Bo refused to be ugly, so he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

Murong Fu's pupils on the side shrank, his father had a strong and competitive temper, how could he not know?

The sweeping monk said: "The two were injured by practicing Shaolin martial arts, and the way to resolve them must be found in Buddhism." ”

Murong Fu stepped forward and clenched his fists and said, "My father's illness will be cured, thank you for the master's reminder, don't pass it for the time being, who wants to take revenge on my father and son, we are waiting for you in Gusu Yanziwu!" ”

"You can't bear to let Ling Zun be ravaged by this bone-chilling pain?" The sweeping monk asked rhetorically.

Murong Fu was speechless, gritted his teeth, directly grabbed Murong Bo's wrist, and shouted, "Daddy, let's go!" ”

Flood!

"Want to go? Is there such a cheap thing in the world? Your father is sick, Xiao disdains to take advantage of others' danger, and lets him go, you Murong Fu is not sick or painful, right? Xiao Feng stepped forward and pressed down with his palm.