"Trigger the side quest - Murong Bo. Kill Murong Bo, and increase your personal strategy by 3%; Subduing Murong Bo, personal strategy increases by 6%. ”

"Trigger the side quest - Divine Monk. Kill the Sweeping Monk and increase your personal strategy by 10%; Conquer the sweeping monk, and increase your personal strategy by 20%. ”

Glancing at these two prompts, Mu Feng was very helpless, not to mention the sweeping monk, looking at the current situation, even Murong Bo may not be able to kill him.

"What the donor said is good, I am indeed a miscellaneous monk in charge of sweeping the floor in Shaolin Temple." The old monk admitted calmly.

Mu Feng looked at him quietly, his head spinning rapidly.

In the original work, the sweeping monk is a BUG-like existence, and he can kill Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan in seconds with one move, and his strength is unfathomable. However, no one knows how high it is, because there is no reference.

Mu Feng suddenly had an urge to try this person's strength! However, this impulse was quickly suppressed by him. If you act rashly, you will only put yourself in a dangerous situation!

Don't think that monks can't kill, in fact, many of those masters in Shaolin Temple can kill people without blinking. And the sweeping monk in front of him was not a good stubble, and he beat Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan to death when he said that he would be killed.

Although he later rescued the two men, the calmness of the murder was still terrifying. Who knows if he is downplaying everything, even the lives of others?

After a moment of silence, Mu Feng suddenly spoke: "Master, do you know who this person is?" ”

"It doesn't matter who he is." The sweeping monk said lightly.

"No, it's important. He is a descendant of the royal family of Yan Kingdom, and he is bent on recovering Yan Kingdom. In order to achieve this goal, he did whatever it takes, not only setting off a bloody storm in Wulin, but also constantly provoking wars between Tubo, Dali, Dasong, and Daliao. The number of people who died because of him was in the tens of thousands. He is a butcher with blood on his hands! It's an evil demon that harms the world! ”

The more Mu Feng spoke, the more excited he became, and the more he spoke, the more indignant he became, and his whole body exuded awe-inspiring righteousness.

The sweeping monk frowned slightly, as if he was lost in thought. It took him a long time before he spoke: "It seems that this benefactor is indeed guilty, but he put down the butcher's knife and became a Buddha on the spot." I am willing to be his guide, so that he can abandon evil and follow good from now on. I wonder if the donor is willing to give him this opportunity? ”

"I don't want to!"

Mu Feng replied without thinking about it: "If I give him a chance, then who will give those innocent people who died in vain a chance?" ”

He really couldn't figure out what the sweeping monk was thinking. Could it be that he is actually the ancestor of the Murong family, Murong Longcheng, as many people have speculated?

Of course, there is no strong basis for such speculation, and most of it is false. Mu Feng guessed that the reason why he wanted to save Murong Bo was most likely because he wanted to find a few heirs of the mantle with extraordinary qualifications, so that they could continue to secretly escort the Shaolin Temple.

If it was really the latter, it was not impossible for Murong Bo to kill......

In the face of his questioning, the sweeping monk was speechless for a while, and could only argue from another angle: "God has the virtue of a good life, and knowing mistakes can improve greatly." Instead of killing him, let him forsake evil and turn to good, and atone for his past sins. ”

"That's it...... There seems to be some truth to that, too. Mu Feng frowned and pondered.

Seeing this, the sweeping monk was somewhat relieved, and continued: "The donor is well aware of righteousness and chivalrous, and the old monk is really admired. He also asked the donor to let him go. The old monk can promise that he will do his best to guide him to the right path. If he continues to do evil, the old monk will not be merciful, and will personally turn into an angry-eyed King Kong and kill demons. ”

"Since the master has said this, there seems to be no reason why I should not agree."

Immediately, he seemed to think of something, and suddenly asked, "By the way, I don't know the name of the master layman, but Murong Longcheng?" ”

The sweeping monk glanced at him strangely, shook his head and said, "The old monk has heard the name of Murong Longcheng a little, but it has nothing to do with the old monk. Why did the donor ask this question? ”

"Since it's not, then I'm relieved. In the next round, I will say goodbye. As he spoke, he bowed ninety degrees and made a great salute.

Seeing this, the sweeping monk's head also lowered a little more and returned to him.

However, at the moment when his head was not raised, Mu Feng suddenly used all his strength to strike out a palm, and the fierce palm wind went straight to Murong Bo, who was less than two meters away from him!

"Don't!"

The sweeping monk's face changed drastically, because it was too sudden, it was too late to stop it.

The next moment, only hearing the sound of "bang", Murong Bo, who had passed out, was unable to mobilize his internal force to defend, and his head was directly smashed by the majestic palm force, setting off a blood-red dust.

"Amitabha."

The sweeping monk sang a Buddha horn, then turned his head and looked at Mu Feng lightly.

Mu Feng looked at his right hand in astonishment, "This ...... Why is that? I've decided to give him a chance, why is my right hand out of control? Don't...... Could it be that the tens of thousands of unjust souls he killed controlled it? This is a wronged soul asking for his life! ”

"Donor, you are too angry, so you should go back to the temple with me to cultivate for a few years. You have such martial arts at such a young age, if you go astray, it is the misfortune of the common people. ”

With that, the sweeping monk immediately took action and grabbed him by the shoulder.

Mu Feng had already been prepared, and when he saw that he really made a move, he immediately used his Tianshan Folding Plum Hand to hit him.

The sweeping monk didn't care, and directly turned into a palm with one hand, ready to take his trick hard.

"Bang!"

The palms of the two collided together, and the sweeping monk stood still like Mount Tai, but Mu Feng almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, and took seven or eight steps back one after another. Although he finally swallowed the mouthful of blood, his chest was still churning.

After this round of confrontation, he had already judged the strength of this person, which should be an eighth-level internal force!

Don't look at the eighth-level internal force is only one level higher than the seventh-level internal force, but the further you go, the greater the gap between each level. At least, the sweeping monk could get rid of top masters like Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan in one move, but he couldn't do it.

How the did you cultivate?

But now is not the time to think about that.

Since he couldn't beat it, Mu Feng didn't bother to hit the stone with an egg, and immediately said with a smile: "I can't imagine that the master's martial arts are so profound, the younger generation admires it, admires it!" If it weren't for the mundane things, I would also like to follow the master to Shaolin Temple to devote myself to meditation.

However, my six roots are not pure, the cause and effect are not finished, and I am afraid that I will not be able to calm down. I also ask the master to give me a few years, and after I finish dealing with mundane matters, I will go to Shaolin Temple to ask you for advice. ”

The sweeping monk shook his head, then stepped on his feet and grabbed him again.

Seeing that he didn't eat oil and salt, Mu Feng didn't want to bother anymore, and immediately cast Ling Bo Weibu, preparing to escape.

But just as he turned around, a big acupoint in the back of his heart was suddenly hit, and he suddenly felt that the internal force of his whole body was imprisoned......