"It's really you, Murong Bo, back then, you faked the news, saying that Xiao Yuanshan, a Khitan master, wanted to come to Shaolin Temple to seize the martial arts classics, so you made all kinds of big mistakes, didn't you feel the slightest guilt? Amitabha. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "Abbot Xuanci was also angry when he saw Murong Bo.

"Murong old donor, the old man has been with you for many years, and he has always respected you as a person, that day, you told me about it, the old man was naturally convinced, and since then, he killed a good person by mistake, and he has never seen you again, and then I heard that you died young, and the old man mourned, but I didn't expect you to !!"

"Abbot Xuanci, you are wrong, this Murong Bo may have done well, they are Gusu Murong style, but after the emperor. He did this because he wanted to cause a war between the Great Song Dynasty and the Great Liao, but unfortunately, he didn't expect that there would be no fight, so he had to hide. Wang Hao heard what Abbot Xuanci said and replied.

"I see, since that's the case, the reason for his fake message, the old man understands. It's just that the great thing you are trying to do has not succeeded, and you have killed so many innocent lives. Amitabha. Abbot Xuanci listened to what Wang Hao said, and he also understood.

"Hehe, it's up to people to make things happen, hahaha!" Murong Bo didn't refute this, but laughed.

"It's a pity that my head is not open." Wang Hao suddenly spoke.

"Boy, what do you mean by that?" When Murong Bo heard Wang Hao's words, he immediately called.

"Isn't it? When the two countries are at war, you want to become the emperor, you want money or not, you want no people, what do you use to be the emperor, even if the two countries are defeated, there is Western Xia in the front, and Dali in the back, will it be your turn to be the emperor with a small Jiangnan gang? Ha ha! Ridiculous, ridiculous. Wang Hao didn't care about Murong Bo's face, he still laughed at Murong Bo.

Wang Hao has also studied history, and naturally, if you want to rebel or overthrow a dynasty, how can it be so simple, you can become a king with a small strategy. Naturally, he knew how ridiculous Murong Bo was.

"Hmph, old man Murong, come and die." Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan had already understood everything at this time, and when they saw that the enemy was in front of them, they shouted.

Seeing this, Wang Hao also followed.

At this time, Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan had already fought together, and Qiao Feng was also sweeping the formation on the side, hitting Murong Bo from time to time.

The two were already masters in the martial arts thirty years ago, and after thirty years of stealing secrets in the Shaolin Temple, the martial arts are even more unfathomable.

I saw Xiao Yuanshan pointing at the wind with a gesture, and stabbed Murong Bo with his flower fingers, and Murong Bo was also very powerful, and kept dodging.

Suddenly, Murong Bo turned around and pointed out with one finger, similar to Xiao Yuanshan's movements, but the power was not comparable to that of a finger, Xiao Feng on the side was hit by the finger wind, and a red blood arrow spurted out of his chest, and he was seriously injured.

"Big brother! You okay! Wang Hao saw that Xiao Feng was injured and hurriedly helped Xiao Feng up.

"It's okay, I'm just a little injured, I didn't expect this Murong Bo to actually practice the Vajra Finger." Xiao Feng sat cross-legged on the ground and healed his injuries.

Seeing this, Wang Hao replaced Xiao Feng and took off and landed the dragon's palm.

The three of them kept fighting, no matter how good they were.

Suddenly, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo groaned almost at the same time, covering their ribs, their bodies trembled, and their teeth trembled, as if they had been poisoned.

Seeing this, how could Wang Hao not know that the injuries of the two of them had attacked, so he took this opportunity to walk to Murong Bo's side, carry the Northern Spiritual Skill, catch Murong Bo, and begin to absorb his inside.

"Amitabha." Just when Wang Hao was absorbing his internal strength, he suddenly heard a voice, and when he looked back, a thin monk in a green robe was holding a broom, this person looked to be seventy or eighty years old, and the sparse few long beards were already white. But the bearing is graceful and the treasure is solemn.

Wang Hao knew at a glance that it was a sweeping monk in the Shaolin Temple, and hurriedly withdrew the Northern Spiritual Skill and returned to Xiao Feng's side.

The sweeping monk walked to the side of a few people and said, "A few donors, stop fighting for the time being, and listen to the old monk." Xiao Jushi, you have been on the 'Liangmen' and 'Taiyi' acupoints in your lower abdomen recently, do you feel faint pain? ”

"The monk sees that this is exactly the case." Xiao Yuanshan heard the words of the visitor, and his whole body sank.

"Old donor Murong, the suffering of ten thousand needles three times a day on the three acupoints of 'Yangbai', 'Lianquan' and 'Fengfu', but what about it?" The sweeping monk nodded, turned to Murong Bo and said.

Murong Bo's face changed greatly, but he was speechless in pain.

"I remember that the first time Xiao Jushi came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to borrow it, it was a 'Phaseless Tribulation' spectrum, and since then, the monk has entered the Demon Dao, it's a pity, it's a pity." The sweeping monk ignored Murong Bo's face and continued.

"You, how could you know so clearly. Why have I never seen you in the Scripture Pavilion? When Xiao Yuanshan heard the words of the sweeping monk, his face was stooly, and he hurriedly asked.

At that time, the old monk sighed secretly, knowing that the monk had fallen into the devil from this, and fell deeper and deeper, and he couldn't bear it, so he put a Lotus Sutra and a miscellaneous Ahama Sutra in the place where he usually took books in the room, and only hoped that the monk could borrow it to study and comprehend, but the monk was addicted to martial arts, and the authentic Buddhism was ignored, and the two scriptures were put aside, and found a 'magic wand method' happily. Alas, indulged in the sea of suffering, I don't know when I will be able to extricate myself. After the sweeping monk finished speaking, he looked at Murong Bo.

"Murong Jushi is a member of the Xianbei tribe, but the overseas Chinese have lived in Jiangnan for several generations, the old monk thought that you had stuck to some of the literary style of the Southern Dynasty, but unexpectedly you came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to put my ancestor's micro-words in French, and the quotations of the senior monks of the past dynasties, all of them were abandoned as if they were shoeed, and they picked up the fingering of the flowers, and they were like a treasure. Two laymen were the great men of the world, but they also did this foolish act. ”

"Fools and fools are harmful and useless, Murong Lao Jushi is even more insatiable than Xiao Lao Jushi, Xiao Lao Jushi is only studying the existing martial arts of the Shaolin School, but Murong Lao Jushi has included the seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin School one by one, and copied a copy, which is then re-engraved to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and returned to the book."

"There are seventy-two stunts in this temple, and each stunt can hurt people, take people's lives, and be ruthless. Therefore, it must be resolved with the corresponding Dharma, and only the higher the Dharma, the deeper the idea of compassion, and the higher the martial arts can be practiced. The sweeping monk said to a few people.

Xiao Feng, who was healing on the side, heard the words of the sweeping monk, and hurriedly knelt on the ground, "Since the monk knows my father's situation, I hope the monk will save him!" ”

"It's simple, I just need a word from Old Donor Xiao. If Old Donor Xiao has the ability to cure diseases and save people, are you willing to treat Old Master Murong's patients. When the sweeping monk heard Xiao Feng's request, he asked Xiao Yuanshan rhetorically.