"Brother Xiao, although you can rest assured that revenge is enough, they can't escape."

At this moment, a Qingyue voice suddenly came down from the top of the pavilion, and then I saw that the window opened without wind, and the figure flashed, and there was already one more person in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, with a jade face and a green shirt, and a graceful demeanor, it was Ling Muyun.

Although Ling Muyun started the latest, his light skills were unique in the world, and he was still above Xiao Feng and the others, so it was easy to catch up, almost at the same time that Xiao Feng and the others entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he fell on top of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and he was one step ahead of Murong Fu, just because everyone's attention was on each other, and Ling Muyun's light skills were too high, sweeping like the wind and landing silently, Xiao Feng and the others didn't even notice it.

Seeing Ling Muyun coming, Xiao Feng couldn't help but be overjoyed, but the faces of Murong Bo and Murong Fu's father and son suddenly became gloomy.

Xiao Feng said to Xiao Yuanshan: "Daddy, this is the child's best friend Ling Muyun. ”

Xiao Yuanshan laughed and said: "I know, I know, the famous Qi Gongzi, although the old man has been living in the temple and is lonely, he has also heard of your name, the previous child was in distress in Juxianzhuang, thanks to Ling Gongzi's help, the old man is grateful for this." ”

Ling Muyun waved his hand and said, "Uncle, you are too polite, I am like-minded with Brother Xiao, what is a little thing?" ”

Speaking of this, Ling Muyun said to Xiao Feng: "Brother Xiao, do you need my help?" ”

Xiao Feng said: "Thank you Brother Xian for coming to help, but this is the enmity of my Xiao Feng family, and it has nothing to do with Brother Xian." As long as the virtuous brother can help sweep the formation, it is enough not to let this old thief escape, I must kill this old thief with my own hands! ”

Hearing Xiao Feng say this, the hearts of Murong Bo and Murong Fu's father and son were slightly relieved. Since the previous battle of Ethereal Peak, their father and son have long been extremely jealous of Ling Muyun, facing Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng's father and son, although their father and son are at a disadvantage, they are not without the strength to fight, but if they face Ling Muyun, they can't even rise to the heart of a fight.

"Old thief Murong. Today's events. Don't judge life and death, never give up, you just take it! Xiao Feng shouted, raised his hand and slapped it with a palm. Slammed towards Murong Bo.

I felt the power of my palms coming like a mountain of water. Murong Bo's face changed slightly. Hurriedly raised a finger of his left hand, condensing his strength, and wanted to turn away the power of his palm. There was a "clicker" sound. The two bookshelves on the left were scattered with wood chips, broken into several pieces, and the scriptures on the shelves immediately collapsed.

However, Xiao Feng's palm power was too strong, and although Murong Bo brushed it away, he did not dissipate it, but only shifted the palm power and hit it on the bookshelf.

At this moment, I suddenly heard an old voice outside the long window saying: "Amitabha, Xiao Jushi, Murong Lao Jushi, this is a pure place for Buddhism, fighting here, it is inevitable to collide with the Buddha, resentment should be resolved rather than knotted, it is better to stop the two families, how about turning the war into jade silk?" ”

Except for Ling Muyun, everyone present was taken aback, why was there someone under the window who was actually unconscious? And listening to the tone of this person's voice, it seems that he has been outside the window for a long time, not just here.

"!" Murong Fu shouted, and without waiting for the other party to answer, he suddenly slapped his palm, and with a "bang", the two long windows flew out of the button and fell to Your Excellency.

Everyone looked at it, and saw that on the corridor outside the window, a thin old monk wearing a gray cloth monk's robe was holding a broom and sweeping the floor with a bow.

This old monk looks really old, and the sparse few long beards are all white, but it is difficult to judge how old he is, and he seems to be seventy or eighty years old, but the twilight of his body makes people feel as if he is more than a hundred years old, slow in action, and has no strength, not like he has martial arts.

Everyone was surprised, just such an old monk, how did he not look like he had a stunt, how could he hide the perception of so many of their masters?

Ling Muyun didn't feel a pang in his heart, if he didn't guess wrong, this old monk should be the main target he came here this time, the real number one master sweeping monk in the Tianlong world, everyone couldn't feel the slightest master aura from him, which just showed that this old monk had cultivated into the realm of returning to the true grandmaster.

At this time, I heard Murong Fu ask, "Old monk, how long have you been hiding here?" ”

The old monk slowly raised his head and said, "Donor, are you asking me to hide here...... Yes...... How long has it been? ”

Everyone stared at him together, only to see that he was dazed and completely devoid of energy, just like an ordinary old man who had begun to become a little confused when he got older, but the voice he heard was the accent that had just persuaded Xiao Feng and Murong Bo.

Murong replied, "Yes, let me ask you how long have you been hiding here?" ”

The old monk pinched his fingers and calculated, and after a while, he shook his head, with a hint of apology on his face, and said, "I...... I don't remember exactly, I don't know if it was forty-two years, or forty-three years. When this old monk Xiao first came to see the scriptures at night, I ...... I've been here for more than 10 years. Afterward...... Later, the old monk Murong also came, alas, you come and I go, and the scriptures in the pavilion are in a mess, and I don't know why. ”

Xiao Yuanshan couldn't help but be surprised, thinking that he came to Shaolin Temple to secretly study martial arts, and none of the monks in the temple knew about it, how could this old monk know? Most likely this old monk listened to his words outside the temple just now, so he came here to talk nonsense, bluffed him, and immediately said: "You are talking nonsense, since you have been here, then why have I never seen you?" ”

The old monk said: "The layman is fully focused on the martial arts classics, and he has no distractions, so he naturally can't see the old monk." I remember that the first night the layman came to this scripture pavilion to borrow, it was a book of 'Finger Book of Endless Tribulation', alas, from that night, the layman entered the devil's way, but it's a pity, it's a pity! ”

As he spoke, the old monk shook his head and sighed, as if an elder was talking about a young junior who had gone astray.

Xiao Yuanshan's surprise is really not trivial, he hid in the Shaolin Temple that year, the first night to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to secretly read the scriptures, the first martial arts secret book found is indeed the 'Wuxiang robbery finger spectrum', knowing that this is one of the seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin faction, at that time was overjoyed, this matter except for himself, no second person knew, could it be that this old monk was really on the side to witness it at that time?

For a while, Xiao Yuanshan only felt like a numb heart, but he just stretched out his hand and pointed at the old monk and said, "You...... You...... You ......"

The old monk said: "The second time the layman came to borrow it, it was a 'Prajna Palm Method'. At that time, the old monk sighed secretly, knowing that the layman fell deeper and deeper into the demon, and he couldn't bear it, so he put a 'Lotus Sutra' and a 'Miscellaneous Ahama Sutra' in the place where the layman usually took books, hoping that the layman could borrow it, study and comprehend, and dissolve the demonic obstacles. Unexpectedly, the layman was obsessed with martial arts, but he ignored the authentic Buddhism, put these two scriptures aside, and found a copy of the 'Fu Wand Method', but went away with joy. Alas, indulged in the sea of suffering, I don't know when I can turn back? ”

Xiao Yuanshan listened to the old monk casually, and said that what he did in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion at night thirty years ago was very good, and gradually from shock to fear, from fear to fear, cold sweat broke out on his back, and his heart almost stopped beating.

At this time, I saw that the old monk slowly turned his head and looked towards Murong Bo. Murong Bo saw that the old monk's eyes were dull, as if he couldn't see what was there, but he seemed to be able to see through every secret hidden in his heart clearly, and he couldn't help but feel furious in his heart, and his whole body was very uncomfortable.

I only heard the old monk sigh and said: "Although Murong Jushi is a member of the Xianbei tribe, he has lived in Jiangnan for several generations, and the old monk thought that the monk must have been touched by the literary style of the Southern Dynasty. In the past, people bought and returned pearls, laughing for thousands of years, and the two laymen were masters in the world, but they also did this foolish act. Alas, it is harmful to oneself and to others, it is a pity, a pity! ”

Murong Bo was shocked in his heart, he entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion at the beginning of that year, and the first martial arts secret book he saw was indeed 'Fingering with Flowers', but at that time, he had looked around carefully and found that there was no one inside or outside the Scripture Pavilion, why did this old monk seem to have seen it in person?

I only heard the old monk say again: "The heart of a layman is even more greedy than Xiao Jushi." What Xiao Jushi practiced was only to study the martial arts methods and restraint methods of the existing masters of the Shaolin School, but Murong Jushi included the seventy-two stunts of the temple one by one, and copied all the copies, and then returned to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and returned to the book. Thinking about it, over the years, the layman has tried his best to integrate these seventy-two stunts, but it is just ...... It's a pity, it's a pity. ”

Murong Bo was frightened by what he said, and couldn't help asking, "What's a pity?" ”

The old monk said: "The martial arts of this school are passed down from the ancestor of Bodhidharma, aiming to let Buddhist disciples practice to strengthen their bodies and protect the Dharma and subdue demons. Therefore, when practicing any martial arts, we always need to have compassion and benevolence in our hearts, so that we can complement each other and get twice the result with half the effort. If you don't base yourself on Buddhism, you will definitely hurt yourself when you practice martial arts. The deeper you practice, the more you will be injured. If all you practice is the outer kung fu of punching, kicking, and blades, then that's fine, and it will do you little harm, as long as you are strong and can resist yourself......"

Just when the old monk was talking, he suddenly heard the sound of talking downstairs, followed by a few soft sounds on the stairs, and several monks went up to the cabinet, but it was the Shaolin school of Xuanzi Xuansheng, Xuanxing, Xuanjing, and other four senior monks.

It turned out that seeing Xiao Feng, Ling Muyun and others entering the temple one after another, the monks of Shaolin Temple were not at ease, so in addition to leaving a few Xuanzi monks to deal with the situation in front of the mountain gate, most of the other Shaolin Xuanzi masters entered the temple and scattered a few ways to find the traces of Xiao Feng and others, so as not to let everyone make any uncontrollable situation in the temple. (To be continued......)