Seeing the thin old monk walking slowly, Murong Fu stepped forward and shouted, "Who are you?" ”

The old monk didn't answer Murong Fu's words, he just swept the floor by himself, however, between the broom lifting, the scriptures that were scattered all over the ground because of the fight actually flew to the bookshelf lightly, piled up one by one, and the neatness was like someone tidying up, and this hand made everyone stunned.

"Why do you make such a mess of the scriptures every time you come?" The sweeping monk shook his head and said, his tone was very helpless, however, as soon as the words fell, everyone only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and the figure of the old monk had appeared in the center.

"Hiss......"

Everyone took a breath of cold air, and their hearts were very shocked, because all the people present were the best peerless masters in the rivers and lakes, but no one saw the body of the sweeping monk.

"How long have you been hiding here?" After stabilizing his mind, Murong Fu shouted again.

The old monk slowly raised his head and said, "The donor asked me to hide here...... Yes...... How long has it been? Everyone stared at him together, only to see that he was blank and spiritless, as if he didn't have any martial arts, and this strange feeling made everyone vigilant.

The old monk counted his fingers, shook his head, and said with an apologetic look on his face, "How long has it been?" I...... I don't remember exactly, I'm afraid it's been seventy or eighty years. I still remember that when this old monk Xiao first peeked at the scriptures, I had been sweeping the ground for forty years. Afterward...... Later, the old monk Murong came, and it wasn't until ten years ago that the Great Wheel Ming King also came. Alas, you come and go, and you turn the scriptures in the cabinet into a mess, and I don't know why. ”

Murong Bo was greatly surprised in his heart, thinking that he would come to Shaolin Temple to secretly study martial arts. None of the monks in the whole temple know the way, how can this old monk know the way? So, he shouted, "You...... How do you know about the Dao? ”

The sweeping monk said slowly: "Although the old monk is dazzled, he is very clear in his heart. It's a pity that some people don't have dazzles, but their hearts have long been confused. ”

"This master, don't talk nonsense here, the little monk has never seen you, let alone come to your temple." Kumachi stepped forward and shouted.

"Master, although the teacher has no memory, but I still remember that your junior brother Tianmani came to my temple to peek at the scriptures, and after being caught, it was your turn, and the scriptures that the master peeked on the first day were the unphased robbery fingers." The sweeping monk looked at Gu Mozhi and said slowly.

"Hiss......" Hearing the words of the sweeping monk, Gu Mozhi's face was shocked, and he stopped speaking, obviously what the sweeping monk said was true.

The sweeping monk continued: "I remember that the first time Old Monk Xiao stole what he learned was the magic wand method, and what Old Monk Murong stole was what he stole was the Prajna Vajra Palm. With their own ingenuity, the two laymen have indeed reached the realm of courage and diligence, but the old monk knows that the two of them have since fallen into the devil, and it is inevitable that the two of you will fall deeper and deeper, so the old monk deliberately put a Lotus Sutra next to the two classics, hoping that the two of them can understand the Dharma and resolve their anger. Unfortunately, the two turned a blind eye. ”

Hearing the words of the sweeping monk, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were shocked in their hearts, when they first entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the martial arts they secretly learned were indeed as the sweeping monk said, but at that time, they had carefully inspected the surroundings and found out that there was no one inside or outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, why did this old monk see it in person?

The sweeping monk slowly turned his head and looked at Kumachi. Seeing that his eyes were dull, but as if he could see his own heart, he couldn't help but feel furious and uncomfortable. I only heard the old monk sigh and said: "King Dalun Ming, you are even more greedy, and you actually forcibly recorded the seventy-two stunts of this temple one by one, and studied them slowly in private. ”

"Nonsense." Kumachi interrupted the sweeping monk and said coldly.

The sweeping monk was not annoyed, and continued to speak calmly, and his words made Gu Mozhi and others feel horrified, thinking that everything they had done was seamless, who would have thought that all this was seen by the sweeping monk.

"Cow break!" Looking at the sweeping monk who had insight into everything, Lu Wuchen secretly admired in his heart: "It is worthy of being the first boss in the Tianlong World Realm, how can it be described with a handsome word!" ”

Hearing that his father was deeply injured due to his strong Shaolin stunt, Xiao Feng was in a hurry, and immediately took two steps forward, knelt down on one knee, bowed down to the old monk, and said: "The monk knows the root of his father's illness, and he also hopes to be treated with mercy. ”

The sweeping monk returned the salute and said, "Donor, please get up." The donor is kind-hearted, thinks of the common people in the world, and refuses to hurt the Song Liao army and people with personal enmity. Ling Zun's wounds can only be resolved by Buddhism. ”

At the same time, Murong Bo suddenly screamed in pain, his right hand covered his abdomen, his body trembled violently, Murong Fu hurriedly stepped forward and asked eagerly, "Father, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Old monk Murong, the three acupuncture points on your body attack every day, like a needle prick. You have to be able to listen to the old monk's enlightenment and be able to resolve it yourself. Seeing Murong Bo's pain, the sweeping monk said.

"The old man is fine." Murong Bo endured the pain and said tremblingly.

Murong Fu knew that his father had a strong and competitive temper, and would rather kill him than be embarrassed and humiliated in front of others, and as for himself, he was even more unwilling to be like Xiao Feng, kneeling down and pleading with the old monk for his father's sake, and immediately bowed his hand to Xiao Feng's father and son, and said, "Don't pass it for the time being." If you want to seek revenge on my father and son, you can come to my swallow dock, and we congratulate you. Stretched out his hand and grabbed Murong Bo's right hand, and said, "Father, let's go!" ”

Stretching out his hand to stop Murong Fu, the sweeping monk sighed: "Murong Shaoxia, can you bear to look at your father and endure the pain every day?" ”

Murong Fu's face turned pale, took Murong Bo's hand, and walked away.

Xiao Feng shouted loudly: "Wait, your father is sick, I will let him go for the time being, but Brother Murong, you are not sick or in pain!" ”

Murong Fu Qi rushed upwards and shouted, "Then I will take Brother Xiao's tricks." ”

Seeing Murong Fu's appearance, Xiao Feng was full of emotion, and he didn't say much, with a push of his palms, the sound of the dragon's groan sounded, and a golden dragon shadow attacked Murong Fu.

Seeing that Murong Fu had left the Scripture Pavilion, Xiao Feng and Lu Wuchen also used their skills to follow, and through the window, the two saw that Murong Fu was standing on the square outside the Scripture Pavilion.

Xiao Feng raised his palms, and when his true qi was agitated, the sound of a dragon's groan resounded in the sky above the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and a golden dragon shadow instantly attacked Murong Fu. Murong Fu saw that he was fierce, and immediately used the power of his life to resolve it with the technique of "Fighting and Turning the Stars", and then the golden dragon shadow turned around and attacked the second golden dragon Yin.

Under the internal force of the two people, the dragon's groans were endless, and the two golden dragons were flying and circling, and no one could help anyone, and the terrifying palm power above the dragon shadow caused the surrounding wind to blow and dust.

"Amitabha, Buddhism is a good place, and the two donors must not fight without permission." The sweeping monk folded his hands, bowed down and said, and then his figure floated into the center of the palm power of the two people, as if he was probing for something, and grabbed a dragon shadow with one hand to stop the fight between the two.

"Amitabha." With a Buddha call, a force immediately rose around the sweeping monk's body, like an invisible wall of qi, striking the two dragon shadows in all directions. The golden shattered shadows, with the terrifying power of the mountains and seas, scattered in all directions, only to hear a bang, the blue bricks and stones shot away in all directions, and the dust was flying, and Xiao Feng and Murong Fu were shocked under that force, and they couldn't help retreating.

"I'll go, cow."

Seeing that the sweeping monk easily dissolved the fierce palm power of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, Lu Wuchen couldn't help but exclaim, and the three of them who came later were also surprised, they didn't expect this sweeping monk's skill to be so high.

Seeing that the sweeping monk dissolved his palm power so easily, Xiao Feng felt a pang in his heart, he had never met an opponent in his life, but the old monk's skill in front of him was much stronger than his own, and he stopped it, and today's revenge must not be avenged. He thought of his father's internal injuries, and bowed down again and said: "The murderous sins committed by my father are all caused by the subordinates, and I beg the gods and monks to heal the wounds of my father, and all the sins will be borne by the subordinates, and I will never give up my death." Xiao Yuanshan, who was not far away, heard Xiao Feng's words, and his heart was very moved, and his face was quite complicated.

The sweeping monk smiled slightly and said, "Lao Gao has already said that to resolve the internal injuries of Old Monk Xiao, Lao Gao can only point, but he can't do it for him. I asked Old Donor Xiao a word: If you have the ability to heal him, will you heal Old Master Murong's internal injuries? ”

Xiao Yuanshan marched and said, "I'...... I'm old for Xiao Rong...... The old puppet heals his wounds? ”

Murong Fu shouted loudly: "Please speak respectfully." ”

Xiao Yuanshan gritted his teeth and said: "Old man Murong killed my wife and ruined my life, I can't wait to cut him with a thousand knives and break his body into thousands of pieces." ”

Smiling slightly, the sweeping monk said, "You really don't want to see Murong Old Benefactor die unexpectedly, and it is difficult to eliminate the hatred in your heart?" ”

Xiao Yuanshan roared loudly: "Exactly." For the past 30 years, the old man has been thinking about it day and night, and it is this blood feud. ”

Sweeper nodded and said, "That's easy, too." Then his body shot sharply, and slapped a palm on the top of Murong Bo's head, and when he was caught off guard, Murong Bo was hit by a blow from the sweeping monk, and his whole body was shocked, and he was stunned and went backwards.

Murong Fu was shocked, grabbed it, and shouted, "Father, father!" But when he saw that his father's mouth and eyes were closed, and there was no breath coming out of his nostrils, he hurriedly reached out to his heart and touched it, and his heartbeat had stopped. Murong Fu was full of grief and anger, and he never imagined that this old monk who was full of compassion and Buddhism would actually do this, and shouted, "You...... You...... You old thief! He leaned his father's body against the pillar, flew up, and slammed his palms out at the old monk.

The sweeping monk ignored Murong's words, and Murong Fu pushed his palms two feet in front of the old monk, but he felt as if he had hit an invisible wall of qi, and the violent force of his palm was rebounded by the wall of qi, and his figure suddenly flew out and collapsed to the ground.

"Hehe......" The sweeping monk turned to Xiao Yuanshan and said lightly: "Old donor Xiao, you hate Murong old donor very much, and now you ...... Did you get what you wanted? ”

Xiao Yuanshan was extremely surprised when he saw the sweeping monk kill Murong Bo with one palm, and suddenly heard him ask such questions, he couldn't help but feel at a loss in his heart, he opened his mouth, couldn't speak, and suddenly sighed blankly: "The enemies are all dead, and the old man has everything on his mind." Now...... Where do I go from here? ”

The sweeping monk said lightly: "But this Murong Shaoxia is saddened by his father's death, but he wants to find the old man to take revenge on you, but how is it good?" ”

Xiao Yuanshan was disheartened at the moment and said, "Murong Shaoxia wants to avenge his father, just come and kill me." He sighed and said, "It is best that he has come to take my life." Feng'er, go back to Daliao, our business is done, and the road has come to an end. ”

Xiao Feng shouted, "Dad, you ......"

The sweeping monk stopped Xiao Feng with his hands, and said indifferently: "If Murong Shaoxia kills you, your son will inevitably kill Murong Shaoxia again to avenge you, when will you be so wronged?" Let all the iniquities of the world be mine. As he spoke, he took a step, raised his palm, and slapped it down on Xiao Yuanshan's head, only to hear a soft sound, which had hit the top of Xiao Yuanshan's head.

Seeing his father die, Xiao Feng's heart was very confused, and he was about to raise his palm to strike at the sweeping monk, but was stopped by Lu Wuchen. "Second brother, why did you stop me?" Xiao Feng roared angrily.

"Big brother, put it to death and come back to life!" Lu Wuchen responded.

Glancing at Lu Wuchen in surprise, the sweeping monk immediately grabbed the back collar of Xiao Yuanshan's corpse with his right hand, grabbed the back collar of Murong Bo's corpse with his left hand, and took a big stride, like a volley in the void, and disappeared after a few steps.

Seeing the sweeping monk's actions, Xiao Feng and the three of them immediately unfolded their methods and chased the sweeping monk all the way. A moment later, Xiao Feng and the three of them found the figure of the sweeping monk under a tree, at this time, the bodies of Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were placed in a cross-legged posture, and the sweeping monk sat behind the two corpses, blocking the waistcoats of the two with both palms.

Seeing the sweeping monk's strange behavior, Xiao Feng and Murong Fu did not step forward to make a move, but turned their heads to look at Lu Wuchen, only to hear Lu Wuchen say: "The monk did not kill the two, but made them sleep in a turtle's sleep, and then came to treat the internal injuries of the two." ”

Hearing Lu Wuchen's words, Xiao Feng and the others suddenly felt a pang in their hearts: "How can there be a way in the world to beat people to death first and then treat their injuries?" It's really weird. ”

After a while, the three of them saw that the two of them suddenly emitted wisps of white gas, and the sweeping monk turned the two of them, faced each other, and then pulled the four hands into each other's grip, and then walked slowly around the two, and kept stretching out their palms to slap, and the strong force hit the big points of the two, and the white gas above the heads of the two people became thicker and thicker.

After another moment, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo slowly opened their eyes, glanced at each other, and then closed them, and the sweeping monk also shouted: "The four hands hold each other, and the internal breath corresponds, using yin to control yang, and yang to turn yin." Wang Baxiong's picture, the sea of blood is deeply hated, all returned to dust, and disappeared into invisible! ”

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's four hands were originally held each other, and when they heard the sweeping monk drinking, they couldn't help but tighten their palms, and the internal breath in their respective bodies poured over to each other, and they understood it to make up for the deficiency with surplus, and their faces slowly recovered; After another moment, the two of them opened their eyes at the same time and smiled at each other.

Xiao Feng and Murong Fu were very happy when they saw their father open his eyes and smile, and Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng stood up hand in hand and knelt down in front of the old monk together.

The sweeping monk said: "The two of you have gone from life to death, from death to life, what else can't you let go of in your heart?" If Shicai dies like this, what else are there to revive Dayan, take revenge on his wife, and his hatred? ”

Xiao Yuanshan said: "The disciple has been a monk in Shaolin Temple for thirty years, it is all fake, there is no compassion of a Buddhist disciple, I implore the master to include it." ”

The sweeping monk turned to Murong Bo and said, "What about you?" Murong Bo smiled slightly and said, "The common people are like dust, and the emperor is like dust. Dayan is empty if it does not return to the country, and it is also empty when it is restored. ”

The sweeping monk Ha Luha smiled and said, "Great enlightenment, good, good!" My Buddhism is wide and convenient, and the two of you will be my disciples of Buddhism in the future. ”

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo clasped their hands together and said a Buddha name, then glanced at each other, looked at each other and smiled, and the past grievances and grievances dissipated with the wind......