Murong Fu's father is here......

Xiao Feng's father also came......

Murong Bo is famous, Xiao Yuanshan is famous, all of them are extremely admired by the older generation of people in the rivers and lakes, and they suddenly appeared in Shaomu Mountain, causing a great sensation and controversy.

And Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan have been fighting secretly for thirty years, and they have also stolen into the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion for decades, which has caused an uproar among the Shaolin monks.

Both fathers appeared, how could the son be backward, but the war broke again, or the kind of war that broke the news and went to the death, so that a good man of the rivers and lakes watched a big show.

It turned out that Murong Bo faked his death and got out, it turned out that Xiao Feng's life experience was so miserable, it turned out that the leading brother was Shaolin abbot Xuan Ci, it turned out that Xuan Ci broke the color ring and left a son, it was the newly emerging Shaolin monk Xuzhu!

The heroes were messy in the wind, Shaolin lost face, Murong Bo and his son were almost beaten into dogs by Xiao Yuanshan and his son, and they were defeated all the way to the Shaolin Zangjing Pavilion.

Although Shaolin was angry that the two pairs of father and son didn't take them seriously, they had no choice but to send a few Xuanzi monks to play soy sauce far away.

The heroes were stopped by Shaolin's Arhat array outside the mountain gate, and Gu Mozhi and Lin Sha followed despite the Shaolin disciples' obstruction.

Gu Mozhi was not in the mood to talk to Murong Bo this time, when he was seriously injured in Shenhe Village, he hadn't had time to settle accounts with Murong Bo, where would he participate in such a fierce fight?

"Amitabha, the place where the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is pure, a few donors, please stop!"

Suddenly, a Buddha horn sounded in everyone's ears like a morning bell at dusk, shaking everyone's blood and blood to surge.

Call!

The two father-son enemies suddenly parted with a bang. While confronting each other, they looked at each other with a wary look in the direction from which the voice came.

"Hey, can you finally give it up?"

Lin Sha chuckled. Turning his head and smiling at Gu Mozhi: "The Dharma King has seen clearly, this is Shaolin's biggest hole card!" ”

"Yes. The little monk wants to see and know! ”

Gu Mozhi's face was calm, but there were monstrous waves in his heart, the wide monk's robe on his body was hunting without wind, and his eyes were bright and said in a deep voice.

"Amitabha, if you want to disappoint the two donors, the old monk is just a sweeping monk!"

At this moment, from the shadow of the corner, a gray-clothed old monk with white eyebrows slowly walked out, holding a broom in his hand like an old man in the twilight, and slowly swept the broom in his hand step by step. Cleaning up the dust that doesn't exist on the ground.

But all the people present did not dare to slack off, and looked at the gray-clothed old monk with solemn faces.

I can't even feel the slightest breath!

If it is an ordinary old man, this situation is naturally very normal.

But the gray-clothed old monk at the moment is an ordinary old man in the twilight?

This way of appearance, this ordinary momentum, is like a flickering firefly in the night, if you want to say how flashy.

This gray-clothed old monk, his strength has reached the realm of essence and introverted!

Not to mention Gu Mozhi, Murong Fu and Xiao Feng were full of incredulity, and their hearts were full of alarms. Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan were drenched in cold sweat because they thought of a terrible fact from the gray-clothed old monk.

Sure enough, the words of the gray-clothed old monk made Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan's faces change together.

"I have been sweeping the floor in the Scripture Pavilion for forty-two years. Or forty-three years. When this old monk Xiao first came to read the scriptures at night, I had been sweeping the land for more than ten years. Later, the old monk Murong came, and a few years ago, the monk Boluo Xing came out to steal the scriptures. Alas. You come and I come and go, and you make a mess of the scriptures in the cabinet. I don't know why! ”

"Xiao Jushi is concentrating on the martial arts classics, and he has no distractions. I remember the first night when the layman came to the pavilion to borrow a book. It's a 'fingerbook of unphased robbery', alas! From that night on, the layman entered the path of the devil, but alas, alas! ”

"The second time a layman came to borrow the pavilion, it was a book of 'Prajna Palm Method'. At that time, the old monk secretly rested, knowing that the layman had fallen into the devil, the deeper and deeper he was, and he couldn't bear it, so he put a 'Lotus Sutra' and a 'Miscellaneous Aham' Sutra in the place where the layman usually took books, and only hoped that the layman could borrow it and study and comprehend. 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? ”

"Murong Jushi is actually a Xianbei people, but he has lived in Jiangnan for several generations, and the old monk first expected that the monk must have been touched by the literary style of the Southern Dynasty. In the past, people bought and returned pearls, and laughed for thousands of years. Two laymen were the great men of the world, but they also did this foolish act. Alas, it is harmful to oneself and to others. ”

"The heart of a layman is more greedy than that of Xiao Jushi. What Xiao Jushi practiced was only how to control the existing martial arts of the Shaolin faction, but Murong Jushi included the seventy-two stunts of the temple one by one, and recorded a copy of the number of hearts, 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, and maybe he has already taught them to Ling Lang. ”

The gray-clothed old monk glanced at Gu Mozhi, and suddenly said: "Yes!" Ling Lang was still young and lacked skill to study the Shaolin 72 stunts, which was originally passed on to a Tianzhu monk. King Dalunming, you are wrong, completely wrong, the order is reversed, and the great calamity is already in the mist. ”

Saying this, although Kumachi did not believe it, he was also secretly frightened.

Because of Linsha's multiple blows. He has long lost the arrogance in the original book, and only goes to the truth that there are people outside the people and mountains outside the mountains, so he met an old monk in gray who couldn't see the details clearly, and seeing that he said the truth, how could he say that he was not a little weak?

Bang Bang Bang ......

The sudden slapping broke the solemn atmosphere of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and everyone looked at each other to see Lin Sha slapping the slap loudly, which shook people's eardrums and buzzed, and the momentum was not amazing.

"The old monk deserves to be the true legend of Buddhism, and this tongue kung fu is indeed good!"

Lin Sha laughed, looked at the gray-clothed old monk with blazing eyes, and raised his eyebrows lightly and chuckled.

"What do you mean by that?"

The gray-clothed old monk's sparse white eyebrows trembled slightly, a thin old face showed an indifferent smile, and two cloudy old eyes stared at Lin Sha.

"Hehe, listening to the old monk, you are so atmospheric, as if you have learned all seventy-two unique studies!"

Lin Sha's eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he shook his head and smiled lightly.

"Amitabha, the donor is right, it's the old monk's words!"

The gray-clothed sweeping monk trembled lightly, and saluted with one hand to admit his mistake.

"Old monk, you are not lying nonsense, but you know the inside story of Shaolin, right?"

Lin Sha smiled lightly and said something that shocked everyone.

"What does Lord Lin mean by this?"

Gu Mozhi was quite familiar with Lin Sha, and hurriedly asked.

Not only him, but Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan also looked at him with curiosity, and their hearts were even more awe-inspiring.

What kind of person is Lin Sha, the first master of the young generation.

Except for the gray-clothed old monk who had just appeared, almost all of them had suffered a lot in his hands, and even the two strongest fathers couldn't eat and walked around, and they didn't have the slightest confidence in front of him.

If it weren't for the fact that the situation was beyond the change, not only would Murong Bo not easily meet Lin Sha, but Xiao Yuanshan also had the same idea, it was really too much of a psychological shadow, and he couldn't even carry ten moves against Lin Sha, which was too big a blow to their confidence.

"Old monk, you know this matter better than me, it's better for you to introduce it!"

Lin Sha raised his eyebrows slightly, shook his head and kicked the ball to the gray-clothed old monk.

"That's good, it's also introduced by the old monk!"

The gray-clothed old monk's cloudy old eyes flashed with an imperceptible essence, and his fierce momentum flashed away, Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan and his son, as well as Gu Mozhi's martial arts strength was not as good as noticing, only Lin Sha raised his eyebrows slightly and looked disapproving.

"The martial arts of this school are passed down from the ancestor of Bodhidharma. When the children of Buddhism learn martial arts, they are strengthening their bodies and protecting the Dharma and subduing demons. When practicing any martial arts, there is always a compassionate and benevolent mind, and 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 what you practice is just punching, kicking, and sword and hidden weapons, then that's fine, it will do you little harm to yourself, you just need to be strong and can resist yourself! ”

"However, if one practices the best martial arts of this school, such as the Flower Finger, the Dora Leaf Finger, the Prajna Palm, and the like, and does not reconcile and dissolve them with the Dharma of Compassion every day, then the anger will penetrate deep into the internal organs, and the deeper and deeper it will become, a hundred times more powerful than any external poison. All of you donors are contemporary heroes, but if you don't have the idea of compassion and generosity and the benefit of all sentient beings, although the texts are flooded and the wonderful arguments are unhindered, you will not be able to dispel the anger that comes with practicing these superior martial arts. ”

"My Shaolin Temple was built for thousands of years, throughout the ages, only the Bodhidharma Patriarch has all kinds of skills, and then there is no monk who can pass all kinds of martial arts, but why? The classics of seventy-two stunts are all in this pavilion, and they have never been forbidden, but no one can learn all kinds of stunts! ”

"The seventy-two stunts of this temple, each of which can hurt people and take people's lives, are fierce and ruthless, and they are very dry, and each stunt must have the corresponding compassionate Buddhism to resolve it. This truth is not known to everyone in this temple, but after a person has practiced four or five stunts, his comprehension of Zen theory will naturally be hindered. In my Shaolin sect, it is called 'martial arts barrier', which is the same as the 'knowledge barrier' of other sects. It is important to know that Buddhism is seeking to cross the world, and martial arts lies in killing, and the two are contrary to each other and mutually controlled. Only the higher the Dharma, the more compassionate the thought, the higher the martial arts skills can be practiced, but the monks who have reached such a state of cultivation do not bother to learn more powerful killing methods. ”

Everyone listened in awe, and for a moment they didn't know whether this was true or false.

"Haha, the old monk can't hide that this is the biggest conspiracy in Shaolin!"

Lin Sha suddenly laughed out loud, and the gray-clothed old monk said with a disdainful expression...... (To be continued.) )

PS: There's one last chapter, and that's the end of this volume