In fact, this kind of thing is not absolute, if the practice is not some advanced martial arts, or the attainment of martial arts cultivation is not high, and it cannot touch the high and deep level of artistic conception, the impact is minimal.

Or the martial arts cultivation of the person who cultivates is extremely profound, even if it violates the artistic conception of the martial arts itself, it can suppress its backlash, but such people are all peerless masters, and their own realm is not weaker than or even beyond the cultivation level of the martial arts creator, but there is no need to practice such martial arts again.

Speaking of this, Ling Muyun couldn't help but feel very worthless for Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo. In fact, the two of them were already the top masters in the martial arts before, and Xiao Yuanshan alone killed most of the Central Plains martial arts heroes who went to ambush, and lost their armor. And Murong Bo is also famous in the rivers and lakes, and the reason why Murong Fu can be known as Nan Murong and Xiao Feng is also known in the world, but most of them are inherited from his legacy.

Before the two of them infiltrated the Shaolin Temple, in the entire Shaolin faction, except for the sweeping old monk who hid his merits and fame, I am afraid that no one in the entire Shaolin faction could beat the two. Sneaking into the temple and learning hard for more than 30 years, although the martial arts of the two are quite beneficial, they have not improved by leaps and bounds, not necessarily much stronger than the martial arts of the specialty, but they have practiced a body of hidden injuries, which can be said to be more than worth the loss.

At this time, I saw the sweeping old monk sigh softly, and said to Xiao Yuanshan: "Xiao Jushi, have you felt faint pain in the two acupoints of 'Liangmen' and 'Taiyi' on your lower abdomen recently?" ”

Xiao Yuanshan's whole body was shocked, and he said: "The monk clearly sees that this is exactly the case. ”

The old monk said again: "Then you are insensitive. What about lately? ”

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

When Xiao Feng heard it, he contacted what the old monk said before, where did he not know that his father had already practiced a secret injury because of his strong Shaolin skills? And from his words, this is not an overnight thing, but a hidden worry that has plagued it for many years, and if it continues to develop, the consequences are really unpredictable. Take two steps forward immediately. He knelt down on his knees, bowed down to the old monk, and said, "Since the master knows the root of his father's illness, he also asks the master to be merciful and rescued. ”

The old monk returned the salute. said: "Lord Xiao is benevolent and righteous. Famous for its rivers and lakes. is so filial, but if there is an invitation, how can the old man not obey it? There's really no need to be polite. Hurry up, please. ”

Xiao Feng was overjoyed, kowtowed two more times, and then stood up.

The old monk sighed and said: "Old Donor Xiao has killed a lot of people in the past, and injured innocents, even if Old Donor Xiao is angry, it can cause disaster to dozens of the iron-faced judge Shan Zheng's whole family, and seriously injured Master Xuanku, Xiao Daxia's mentor, but it is inevitably a little too much. ”

Xiao Yuanshan is a Khitan hero, although he is old, he does not reduce his fierce spirit, listening to the old monk reproaching himself, he said loudly: "The old man knows that his injury is difficult to heal, but now he is over sixty years old, and he has a son who has become a talent, even if he dies in an instant, what is the regret?" The monk asked the old man to admit his mistakes and repent, but he couldn't. ”

The old monk shook his head and said: "The old man didn't dare to ask the old donor to let go of his mistakes and repent, but the old donor's injury was caused by practicing the martial arts of the Shaolin School, and if you want to find a way to resolve it, you must find it from Buddhism." ”

When he said this, he turned his head to Murong Bo and said, "Old donor Murong, the suffering of ten thousand needles and thorns 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. As the sweeping monk said, the three acupoints on his body, Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu, every morning, noon and midnight, are like being pricked by thousands of needles, and the pain is unbearable, no matter what kind of panacea is taken, there is no effect.

If it is resisted by internal strength, the pain of acupuncture is even more acute, and the pain goes deep into the bone marrow. In one day, it is as if you have died three times in a row, where is there any joy in life? At this time, he suddenly heard the old monk tell him the root of his illness, and his surprise was really extraordinary.

With a person with advanced martial arts like Murong Bo, even if a thunderclap sounded out of thin air in his ears, he would not be surprised at all, and even if there were ten thunderbolts, he would just think that God was farting and ignore it. But the old monk's plain words made his heart beat and he felt panicked, and his body suddenly trembled twice, and he suddenly felt that in the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu, the sharp pain like a pinprick flared up again.

Originally, this was not the moment of pain, but Murong Bo was shocked by his heart, and the pain that should have occurred at the third hour of the meridian occurred suddenly, and he could only grit his teeth and endure it at the moment. But under the severe pain, the teeth couldn't be clenched, the upper and lower teeth kept colliding, and big drops of cold sweat came down from the corners of the forehead, looking extremely embarrassed.

Murong Fu knew that his father had a strong and competitive temper, and he would rather kill him than be embarrassed and humiliated in front of others, and he was even more unwilling to be like Xiao Feng, kneeling down and pleading with the old monk for his father, and immediately 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. ”

Speaking of this, he reached out and grabbed Murong Bo's right hand, and said, "Daddy, let's go!" ”

The old monk said: "You can bear to be like this, allowing Ling Zun to suffer such a painful torment? ”

Murong Fu's face turned pale, took Murong Bo's hand, and walked away.

Xiao Feng shouted: "You want to leave?" Is there such a cheap thing in the world? Murong Fu, your father is sick, and the eldest husband disdains to take advantage of others' dangers, so let him go once today, but you are not sick or in pain! ”

Murong Fu Qi rushed upwards and shouted, "Then I will take Brother Xiao's tricks." ”

Xiao Feng didn't even speak, and with a palm of "Huh", he directly slammed the "Seeing the Dragon in the Field" in the eighteen palms of the dragon and slammed it towards Murong Fu.

He saw that the terrain in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was narrow, and there were many masters, so it was inconvenient to fight for a long time, so as soon as he got started, he used ten percent of his skills, and he took the enemy's life in a few palms. Murong Fu saw that he was vicious, and immediately mobilized the power of his life, and he wanted to resolve it with the technique of "fighting and turning the stars".

The nameless old monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha." Buddhism is good, and the two donors should not stir the fire of ignorance. ”

As soon as his palms were put together, there seemed to be a force that turned into an invisible wall of qi, blocking between Xiao Feng and Murong Fu. Xiao Feng's overwhelming palm force hit this wall, and he immediately disappeared without a trace, disappearing into invisibility.

Xiao Feng's heart sank, he had rarely met an opponent in his life, but the skill of the old monk in front of him was obviously much stronger than him, and since he took action to stop it, today's revenge must not be avenged. He thought of his father's internal wounds. He bowed down again and said, "Under the wilderness." The people of the grass field, who did not know the etiquette, offended the monks and asked the monks to forgive their sins. ”

The old monk smiled and said, "It's easy to say." Say. The old monk respects Lord Xiao for a long time. Only great heroes can be true to their true colors, and Lord Xiao deserves it. ”

Xiao Feng said: "The murderous sins committed by my father are all caused by my lower body. I begged the priest to heal my father's wounds, and all kinds of sins were borne by me, and I would never give up my death. ”

The old monk smiled slightly and said, "The old man has already said that in order to resolve the internal injuries of Old Donor Xiao, you must seek it from the Dharma. The Buddha is born from the heart, the Buddha is enlightenment, and others can only instruct, but they cannot do it for them. I asked Old Donor Xiao a word, if you have the ability to heal your injuries, will you heal Old Murong's internal injuries? ”

Xiao Yuanshan couldn't help but be stunned, as if he didn't believe it, and said, "Let me treat Xiao Rong's old puppet for his injury?" ”

Murong Fu shouted, "You put it in your mouth cleaner." ”

Xiao Yuanshan gritted his teeth and said: "Murong Lao Pifu caused my wife to break up and ruin my life, I can't wait to cut him with a thousand knives and chop him into meat sauce, how can I save him?" ”

The sweeping old monk said: "Old donor Xiao, so if you don't see that old donor Murong died unexpectedly, it will be difficult to get rid of the hatred in your heart?" ”

Xiao Yuanshan said: "Exactly, the old man has been thinking about it day and night for thirty years, and he only has this blood feud, if I can't see the culprit with my own eyes, I can't turn a blind eye even if I die." ”

"Actually, it's not that hard."

The old monk nodded, stepped forward slowly as he spoke, stretched out a thin palm, and slapped it straight towards the top of Murong Bo's head.

When Murong Bo saw the old monk approaching at the beginning, he didn't care, because judging from the old monk's slow performance, it really didn't look like he was going to make a move on someone. When he saw the old monk stretching out his palm and slapping his Tianling Gai, he knew that the other party was actually doing it to him, and his left hand was busy lifting Xiangge, and he was afraid that the other party's martial arts were too powerful, and after raising his hand, his body floated backwards.

Gusu Murong's family martial arts have been practiced extraordinarily, and after studying the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple, Murong Bo's martial arts are even higher, and he has gradually reached the peak of the realm. The defensive position is strict and elegant, it can be said that it is extremely wonderful in the world's martial arts, and everyone in the pavilion is a master of martial arts, and when they see him use these two tricks, they can't help but secretly applaud.

How do you know that Murong Bo's subtle retreat has no effect. The old monk slapped down lightly with his palm, and the sound of "wave" hit the "Baihui acupoint" in the middle of Murong Bo's head, the "Baihui acupoint" is the most important place in the human body, even if it is encountered by a person who does not know martial arts at all, there is also a risk of injury, the old monk hit it, Murong Bo's whole body was shocked, and he was immediately out of breath, and fell backwards.

"Daddy!" Murong Fu was shocked, and hurriedly stepped forward to support him, only to see that his father Murong Bo's eyes were closed, and there was no air in his nostrils, so he hurriedly reached out to his heart and touched it, and his heartbeat had stopped.

Murong Fu couldn't help but be sad and angry, he never expected that this old monk who was full of compassion and Buddhism would suddenly do this, and shouted: "You old thief bald, return my father's life!" ”

As he spoke, he leaned Murong Bo's body against the pillar, flew up, and slammed his palms out towards the old monk.

However, in the face of Murong Fu's palm, the old monk turned a blind eye and ignored it. Murong Fu pushed his palms two feet in front of the old monk, and suddenly it was like hitting an invisible wall of qi, and it was even more like crashing into a fishing net.

Originally, Murong Fu was extremely violent, and the corresponding rebound force must have been very strong, but his palm power seemed to be completely dissolved by the invisible qi wall, and then he was gently pushed away, so when his back hit the bookshelf, his strength was already exhausted, although the bookshelf did not collapse, and even the scriptures piled up on the shelf did not fall a single volume.

Murong Fu is very alert. Although he was saddened by the death of his father, he knew that the martial arts of this sweeping old monk were more than ten times higher than him, even if he fought fiercely, he couldn't help it, so he leaned on the bookshelf at the moment, pretending to be wheezing, but he secretly thought about how to surprise and attack again.

The old monk turned to Xiao Yuanshan and said lightly: "Xiao Lao Shi mainly saw the death of the old benefactor of Murong with his own eyes, so as to accumulate hatred for many years. Now the old benefactor of Murong is dead. Old Donor Xiao's tone is calm, right? ”

Xiao Yuanshan was also extremely surprised when he saw that the old monk killed Murong Bo with one palm, and when he heard him ask like this, he couldn't help but feel at a loss in his heart. Stammering. Speechless.

Xiao Yuanshan was also a heroic figure when he was young. I also had to meet a famous teacher, learn a magical martial arts, and serve the country wholeheartedly. Establish a reputation and be a famous figure in history.

He and his wife have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, the two are happy, and soon after they got married, they gave birth to a Lin'er, they are even more hearty and high-spirited, but they feel that there is nothing to do between heaven and earth, but they are not expected to change their lives outside the Yanmen Pass, and they are not only immortal in the valley, but also the whole person has changed.

He was originally a heroic, honest and simple, nostalgic foreigner, full of hatred in his heart, and his temperament became more and more obedient. Then in the Shaolin Temple for decades, day and night, diligent practice of martial arts, a year is rare to say a word or two with others, temperament is a big change.

In the past 30 years, he has been planning to avenge the revenge of killing his wife and taking his son, and anyone who has a little involvement in this matter is on his list of killings, and he shot to kill the beggar gang Elder Xu, the iron-faced judge Shan Zheng, Tan Gong Tan Po, Zhao Qiansun and others are all because of this, and even the master Xuanku, who taught his son's martial arts, was angered by him, and was seriously injured by him and lost his martial arts.

This time, he learned of the false news that the traitor who caused a tragic change in his family was the gray-clothed monk Murong Bo, who was also lurking in the temple and fought with him three times, Xiao Yuanshan was full of anger, so he poured all his anger into this person, eager to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin, pull his tendons and cook his bones.

How do you know that an unknown old monk appeared for no reason, and his great enemy was killed with a palm that acted as if nothing happened, and he was like being in the clouds in an instant, only to feel fluttering, and there was no place in this world.

Suddenly, the great enemies who have hated for decades died in front of him one by one, and it stands to reason that they should be very happy, but in fact, they are really lonely and desolate in their hearts, and they only feel that there is nothing to do in this world, and life is in vain.

The nameless old monk said: "Old donor Xiao, your great revenge has been avenged, and your resentment has been resolved, but this Murong Shaoxia is saddened by his father's death, and it is inevitable that he will find the old man to take revenge on you, but how is this good?" ”

Xiao Yuanshan was disheartened and said: "The great monk is acting on my behalf, Murong Shaoxia wants to avenge his father, even if he comes to kill me, my revenge will be avenged, there is nothing to be nostalgic in this world, even if he dies immediately, it is not a big deal." ”

The nameless old monk said: "If Murong Shaoxia kills you, Xiao Daxia will inevitably kill Murong Shaoxia again to avenge you, so resentment and revenge, when will it be?" Why don't all the sins of the world be mine! ”

As he spoke, he suddenly took a step, lifted his palm, and slapped it straight to the top of Xiao Yuanshan's head.

"Stop!"

Xiao Feng was shocked, this old monk could kill Murong Bo with one palm, and naturally he could also kill his father, so he immediately shouted, both palms came out, and slammed into the chest of the nameless old monk, wanting to force him to accept it. He originally admired this nameless old monk very much, but at this time, in order to save his father, he couldn't care so much.

However, just as Xiao Feng's palm power came out, he only felt that the figure in front of him flashed, and someone was one step faster than him in front of his father Xiao Yuanshan and the nameless old monk, and with a wave of his palm, he unloaded his majestic palm power to the side, and slapped it with the same palm towards the old monk.

With a loud bang, Xiao Feng's palm power was pulled to the side to vent, and it was hitting a bookshelf, which smashed the entire bookshelf to pieces, and the books on the shelves were scattered, and the bookshelves behind them also broke and collapsed, and several bookshelves fell in a row.

However, at this time, everyone had no time to marvel at the strength of Xiao Feng's palm, but instead looked at the nameless old monk in the field and the figure that suddenly inserted in. I saw that the two of them touched each other's palms, their bodies shook almost at the same time, and the nameless old monk did not move, but the person who intervened halfway took a step back.

For the first time, a trace of emotion appeared on the nameless old monk's originally calm face, and he looked at the person who blocked his palm: "Amitabha, Lord Ling, why are you doing this?" ”

It turned out that it was none other than Ling Muyun, who had been watching from the sidelines, who stopped the blow of the nameless old monk.

Ling Muyun did not answer the question of the unknown old monk, but suddenly retreated, instantly retreated in front of Murong Bo's body that fell to the ground, and stretched out his hand to slap down on the top of Murong Bo's head.

"Ling Muyun, what are you doing?"

Seeing that Ling Muyun was about to destroy his father's "corpse", Murong Fu immediately shouted angrily, and his palms came out together, slamming towards Ling Muyun's body.

Xiao Feng and the others were also shocked in their hearts, didn't they hear that Ling Muyun and Murong Bo had any deep hatred? Murong Bo was already dead, why didn't Ling Muyun let go of his "corpse"?

Just when everyone's thoughts were startled, they heard an exclamation of "ah", Murong Fu spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell backwards, but it was shocked out by Ling Muyun's body protection qi, and at the same time, Ling Muyun's subordinates did not stop at all, and a palm was slapped on the top of Murong Bo's head.

Murong Bo, who was hit by Ling Muyun, did not burst out of his brain as everyone expected, but was shocked all over, groaned, and turned around alive. (To be continued......)