"Are you Murong Old Pifu's helper?" Gu Mozhi, who helped Ling Chen up, also looked at the sweeping monk and asked coldly at this moment, although he didn't know who knocked Ling Chen to the ground, but watching the sweeping monk go to stop Xiao Yuanshan from killing Murong Bo, he also immediately had a judgment on whether he was friend or foe.

"No, King Dalun Ming, the old monk is not Murong Jushi's helper, he just hopes to help Murong Jushi and Xiao Jushi get rid of their hatred, so as not to fall deeper and deeper, and finally fall into the demon and can't extricate themselves." The sweeping monk looked at this not unfamiliar Gu Mozhi and said seriously.

"You know the little monk, what kind of person are you, what is it to get rid of hatred, Murong Lao Pifu has harmed Xiao Lao Hero's life, why can't Xiao Lao Hero find revenge on him, and why don't you fall into the devil, in the opinion of the little monk, you are the real demon and can't extricate yourself." Gu Mozhi looked at the sweeping monk and scolded him with disdain.

"Yes, the old monk has not entered the demon, the real demon is the king of the Great Wheel, you, Xiao Jushi and Murong Jushi have gone to the Shaolin Temple's Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to steal martial arts secrets over the years, and the old monk is all in his eyes, and he knows who of you has become a demon." The sweeping monk looked at the angry Gu Mozhi, and still said calmly: "That's you, King Dalun Ming, compared to Xiao Jushi and Murong Jushi, you are too greedy, the two of them are just stealing martial arts, but you are forcibly recording the seventy-two stunts of this temple one by one, and slowly studying them in private." But you are in a hurry, and you actually use the Taoist Xiao Wuxiang Gong to urge Shaolin stunts, and reverse the order, on the surface it is extremely powerful, but in fact it is a deep disaster, it has hurt the internal organs, and the catastrophe is coming, only in the evening! ”

"What is the deep disaster, what is the catastrophe coming, the master's words are too alarmist, the body of the little monk The little monk himself knows best, and the master is not worried." For the sweeping monk to say his internal troubles, Gu Mozhi angrily shot back, although the sweeping monk's words are true, but he is not particularly worried in his heart, because Ling Chen has promised to help him cure his internal troubles, for Ling Chen, who treats him as a friend, Gu Mozhi has an absolute belief.

"Since the establishment of the Shaolin Temple, only the Bodhidharma Patriarch has seventy-two stunts, does the King of Ming know why?" Looking at this unmoved Gu Mozhi, the sweeping monk also secretly sighed and continued to ask him.

"Hmph, this is a matter of your temple, how can outsiders know." Regarding the question of sweeping monks, Gu Mozhi was not interested in the slightest.

"That's because of the seventy-two stunts in this temple, each of which is enough to put people to death, so each stunt must be resolved with the corresponding Dharma, only the higher the Dharma, the deeper the compassion of the person, the more people can learn more stunts, after all, we are monks, not executioners!" At this time, I saw that the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Xuan Ci, who was running at the back, also appeared in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and answered this question for Gu Mozhi.

"I didn't expect the abbot to come, and the old monk missed the distance." Seeing this Xuan Ci appear, the sweeping monk also bowed slightly to him very politely.

"The master doesn't have to be like this, it stands to reason that the old man should salute for you, I didn't expect that there is such a virtuous monk in the Shaolin Temple, the old man has never known in the past, it's really ashamed, ashamed!" For this unfathomable sweeping monk, Xuan Ci also bowed to him very respectfully, after all, he has studied Buddhism for many years, and he has long since lost any identity, in his opinion, this sweeping monk has such a profound cultivation, enough to be worshiped by him.

"Murong Bo, Murong Old Donor, you are really still in the world, have you ever felt the slightest guilt for you lying to the information that day, which caused a tragedy." After saluting the sweeping monk, the abbot of Xuanci also turned his gaze to Murong Bo, who was supported by the sweeping monk, looking at this old friend who had deceived him, Rao was the abbot of Xuanci for so many years of qi cultivation and kung fu was also a little insufficient, and his eyes were cold and asked him.

"Abbot Xuanci, for so many years, you have inquired about my whereabouts everywhere, and I just hid under your nose, I didn't expect it!" Looking at this Xuan Ci who questioned himself, Murong Bo knew that he was eighty percent dead today, and immediately said to him without fear, except for ferocity or ferocity in his eyes, there was no repentance for what happened back then.

"Murong old donor, the old man has been friends with you for many years, and he respects you as a person, at that time, the old man was still shallow, and you reported to the old man, and the old man was convinced. After the battle of Yanmen Pass, Lao Qu heard that you died of illness, Lao Qu thought that you also misbelieved people's words, and died of guilt and depression, unexpectedly, you ...... "Looking at this Murong Bo, who was once regarded as his best friend, his true face was so hateful, Abbot Xuanci also secretly sighed and said.

"Hmph, master, now you know what kind of person this old man Murong Pifu you want to save is, if you save him, it is tantamount to a thousand disasters, do you still want to save him now!" After Abbot Xuanci finished speaking, Ling Chen, who was helped up by Jiu Mozhi, also slowly adjusted his breath, looked at the sweeping monk and said coldly, in his opinion, now that this Xuanci abbot's testimony, the sweeping monk should not save this Murong Bo.

"Little donor, the old monk is still the same sentence as before, only by letting him take refuge in my Buddha, letting go of obsessions, and getting rid of desires, can he truly be merciful and compassionate, and benefit all people. If I can convert Murong to my Buddha, even if he will never recover, I am willing to save him forever without regrets. But the stubbornness of this sweeping monk was definitely out of Ling Chen's expectations, even after listening to what Abbot Xuanci said, he still responded to him with the previous reason, and also looked at the abbot Xuanci, "Abbot, the old monk knows that the enmity between this Murong monk and Xiao Jushi is as deep as the sea, and I don't know if the abbot can give the old monk a chance to try to resolve it with Buddhism." ”

“…… There's Master Lao! Originally, Abbot Xuanci thought that a villain like Murong Bo should have died at the hands of Xiao Yuanshan to make up for his mistakes back then, but when he heard the sweeping monk propose to resolve it with Buddhism, his heart was also moved, and after secretly analyzing it, he also nodded and agreed.

"Xiao Jushi ......"

"You don't have to say anything about the ghost Buddhism in front of me, this Murong Bo killed my wife and ruined my life, I can't wait to break his body into pieces, I won't be willing to die if I don't kill him!" As soon as the sweeping monk who had been instructed by Xuan Ci to use Buddhism to resolve hatred opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Xiao Yuanshan, he hated Murong Bo very much at the moment, how could he listen to the sweeping monk's persuasion.

"Also, Murong Jushi has done so many wrong things, he should die to return Xiao Jushi." For Xiao Yuanshan's words, the sweeping monk was not surprised at all, only to see him smile slightly, let go of the hand that was originally holding Murong Bo, and at the same time turned his palm into a knife and hit Murong Bo's throat directly......

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