Tianshan Tong's words really asked the voices of everyone present.

Who is this nameless old monk? Why did he wear the clothes of a minister monk and appear in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?

When did Shaolin Temple have such a powerful monk.

Even the Xuanzi monks and other Xuanzi monks are confused, this master's skill is so high, even that Xuancheng's junior brother is inferior, why they never knew about the existence of this master.

"Who's the old man?"

The sweeping monk chewed this sentence carefully, his eyes were extremely cloudy, as if he was recalling something, and finally the sweeping monk slowly spoke: "Lao Gao is just a nameless old monk of Shaolin Temple, the name is just a pronoun for Lao Gao, Lao Gao has been in the temple for forty-two years, and today I only know that the past is a passing cloud, it is really not worth mentioning, it is not worth mentioning." ”

"Murong Jushi, do you remember your grudges and ambitions?"

The sweeping monk asked Murong Bo on the side.

Murong Bo stood aside, his face was full of calm, his hands were folded, he knelt on the ground, and said, "It's all up to the master to ignite." ”

The sweeping monk said, "Murong Jushi, please get up." ”

The crowd only heard the sweeping monk speak, and did not make any gestures to raise his hand.

Murong Bo only felt a gentle force gently supported him under his forearm, and he stood up involuntarily, but he didn't see the old monk stretching out his hand to brush his sleeves, and his heart was even more subdued to the old monk in front of him.

He is aware of his own family affairs, and the dark illness on his body has long been symptomatic, if it weren't for the help of this old monk, he may not live long.

On the side, Grandma Tianshan Tong, Li Qiushui, and Li Zhile frowned at the same time.

Lu Fengqiu looked at the sweeping monk with a calm face.

"White Rainbow Palm Power!"

Li Qiushui's eyes were cold, she had practiced this white rainbow palm power herself, and naturally knew the mystery of it, this old monk was clearly the white rainbow palm power, twists and turns, so that she could not be quiet, and she would help Murong Bo up!

"Old monk! Who are you! Why do you make my free faction's white rainbow palm power! “

Tianshan Tong snorted coldly, her eyes were like knives, as if she wanted to see the true face of this sweeping monk.

Lu Fengqiu took a step forward, raised his hand and said, "Two nephews, don't ask questions." “

Li Qiushui and Tianshan Tong's grandmother glanced at each other and stepped aside.

Lu Fengqiu turned to look at the sweeping monk and said, "Master, Poor Dao has recently realized a sword, and I ask Master to give me some advice one or two at the end!" “

The sweeping monk spoke: "The Taoist is polite. “

Lu Fengqiu said with a smile: "The sword of the poor road is named "Wind and Thunder Tribulation", the old master should be optimistic!" ”

With that, Lu Fengqiu jumped up, let out a long roar, crossed with one hand, and flew into his hand with a sword.

"Murong Gongzi, borrow a sword!"

It turned out that the sword was Murong Fu's saber, Murong Fu saw that his scabbard was empty, and he couldn't help but be shocked, this Qingyunzi's martial arts are so high, it is really unique!

Lu Fengqiu floated into the air, holding a sword in one hand, and the long sword drew a semicircle in mid-air.

The wind in the bamboo forest is like the sound of the waves, and the bamboo forest is constantly swinging.

"Hoo !!"

The two qi of yin and yang were turned into phaseless true qi by Lu Fengqiu, stirring up the wind and clouds.

What he borrowed from the long sword was the first type of "Wind Thunder Tribulation" after he fused the nine-style wind and thunder sword into the three-style!

It seemed like it was just in an instant, as if it had been a long, long time.

Fallen leaves are wrapped! The stream is cut off!

A sword ray burst out from Lu Fengqiu's long sword, like lightning in the daytime!

Fast as a dragon!

It's fast!

For a moment, the entire air in front of me was stagnant!

It was a brief vacuum caused by the real qi drumming and tearing!

Laugh at!

A sword that pierces the sky!

Straight to the sweeping monk and go!

Everyone present only felt a white light flash in front of them, and they saw the nameless old monk rising from the ground, waving his arms, dazzling, and full of phantoms.

The nameless old monk seemed to be incarnated as a thousand-armed arhat, and after the chaos, his palms were folded again.

The nameless old monk's eyes were filled with the meaning of endless chaos, and there seemed to be endless true qi in his body, extending from his arms to his chest, and then from his chest to his palms.

Boom!

The sword of the Wind and Thunder Sword broke into the palms of the nameless old monk!

At the beginning, everyone only thought that it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no sound!

After a while, the nameless old monk struggled with his palms and waved towards the bamboo forest not far away.

That's still a sword!

Dazzling!

Like lightning!

Head to the bamboo forest!

After the sword disappeared, I saw that most of the bamboos in the bamboo forest were stopped and cut off!

Cut through the bamboo forest with a sword!

When Murong Fu saw the bamboo that had been cut in half, he couldn't help but have a strong sense of horror in his eyes, he suddenly turned his head to look at the sweeping monk, and muttered four words out of his mouth!

"Fight the stars!"

Lu Fengqiu paced, out of thin air, and landed on the ground, he stood with his hands in his hands and looked at the sweeping monk.

"Master, good skills! Unfortunately, there is no further opportunity! ”

The sweeping monk landed in front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion very gently, clasped his hands together, and said in a deep voice: "Amitabha, Qingyunzi Dao will definitely go further in the long vacation, Lao Qu Yao wishes Qingyunzi Dao evergreen clouds!" Fuluan for nine days! ”

"Our time, after all, is to ...... It's over! “

I saw the sweeping monk clasp his hands together, suddenly turn around, and muttered in an almost indiscernible voice.

The sweeping monk paced towards the pavilion, leaving a lonely and straight shadow, which was dull, like the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Amitabha!"

"After today, the Shaolin Temple will be closed for fifty years, and it must not be violated!"

In the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the old voice of the sweeping monk slowly came out.

All the Shaolin Xuanzi monks present held their hands and said, "Amitabha! ”

Murong Fu shouted towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, "Who are you!" Why would it make my Murong family's dou turn away! ”

Tianshan Tong jumped to Lu Fengqiu's side, her eyes full of doubts, and said, "Little uncle, who is the old monk?" ”

Lu Fengqiu took his hand, his eyes flashed with inexplicability, and he said softly: "He used to call ...... Murong Dragon City! ”

What the? Murong Dragon City!

Maybe some of the people present will be puzzled, but more than that, shocked!

How could that nameless old monk be the Murong Dragon City that created the "Dou Zhuan Xing Shift"!

That's a character from more than 100 years ago!

Murong Fu said even more frantically: "Impossible! No way! My ancestors have been dead for many years! ”

Lu Fengqiu paced, and said slowly: "My senior brother believed in Buddhism in the first half of his life, abandoned Buddhism and followed the Tao in the second half of his life, and his skills were integrated with the achievements of Buddhism and Taoism. ”

"Forty-two years ago, my senior brother Xiaoyaozi and Murong Longcheng went to a battle, who knew that when the two were fighting, the son of Murong Longcheng suddenly broke out, my senior brother and Murong Longcheng were fighting each other, where would I have thought that someone would suddenly break out, and the son of Murong Longcheng was shocked by my senior brother Xiaoyaozi and Murong Longcheng together, and died."

"After that battle, both of them were injured a lot, my senior brother went to Daliao, and Murong Longcheng sneaked into Shaolin, and never saw each other again."

"Murong Longcheng lost his son at the age of 100, his heart was as dead as ashes, he escaped into the empty door, turned into a nameless old monk, and has been with the ancient Buddha of the green lantern since then."

"The emperor's hegemony is fleeting, and after a hundred years, it will be dust."

"What is all this if you live long enough?"

Lu Fengqiu raised his eyes and looked at the sky, only the Avenue of Immortality was worth seeking.

Murong Fu listened to it on the side, and couldn't help but shake his head frantically: "Impossible! No way! What a heroic man my ancestor Murong Longcheng was! How can your heart be as dead as ashes! Escape into the empty door!"

"Daddy! You tell the child! It's all fake! It's all fake! “

Murong Fu knelt down in front of Murong Bo and shouted loudly.

I saw that Murong Bo sighed and was silent, his father did die forty-two years ago.

He hadn't seen his grandfather Murong Longcheng, and when he was born, he heard his father say that his grandfather had passed away a long time ago, but he himself could fake his death, not to mention his grandfather Murong Longcheng, who was much more powerful than him?

That hand-to-hand fight has shifted to the stars, and has reached the realm of transformation, who else can there be besides him?

Lu Fengqiu looked at the tightly closed door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and guessed in his heart, that Murong Longcheng was hidden in the Shaolin Temple at the beginning, and he integrated Shaolin martial arts, and he did not have the intention of fighting with his senior brother Xiaoyaozi again, but unfortunately, his heart is no longer there, and the martial arts have learned his level, the more peaceful his mind is, the higher the realm, but although the realm is high, it does not mean that the combat power will be greatly improved, more Buddha heart, less vigorous and upward heart, the road of martial arts will come to an end.

After all, I read too many Buddhist scriptures.