Chapter 51: The Bird Hides the Good Bow

"This ...... How is this possible!"

Sang Xuzi also squinted his eyes and shouted tentatively: "Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Yuanshan?"

Ma Xiuyuan took out a book of boxing techniques from the system from his chest and said, "Miaoshan, this Fuhu Arhat Fist is considered your beginner's boxing method for cultivating Buddha, so you must practice more diligently." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Amitabha, remember Miaoshan. ”

Ma Xiuyuan nodded, he was half a person tall, and the demeanor of this generation of grandmasters was quite similar, and said, "Go, go." ”

"Yes, Master. ”

Sang Xuzi looked at Ma Xiuyuan and stammered, "You...... How did you do it?" Even he couldn't do such a rude act as directly erasing people's memories, and it didn't hurt the foundation, and what was even more amazing was that Xiao Yuanshan seemed to be really willing to worship Buddhism!

Matthew Yuan took the razor and said with a smile: "One day, Uncle Sang wants to open it, and he is willing to escape into the empty door and find Xiuyuan." "The razor is naturally not to cut the hair and forget the red dust, but to be willing to escape into the empty door. Xiao Yuanshan really wants to become a monk, so after completing the four Buddhist verses, he can forget all about his past and present lives, which shows that people who are evil also have Buddha fate.

"You ......"

"Amitabha, the little monk said goodbye. Matthew Yuan slowly descended the tower.

When he entered the middle tent, Liu Heyu had just woken up, "Xiuyuan ......"

"Mother, everything will be fine. ”

"Hmm. Your eldest brother ......" Liu Heyu vaguely remembered the sound of **** outside the tent last night, as well as the rapid sound of the golden gong, and she didn't seem to remember everything after that.

Wow!

The placket curtain of the middle tent was lifted, and Matthew ran over with a limp and shouted excitedly, "Daddy is awake!"

Liu Heyu smiled and immediately pulled Matthew Yuan towards the castle.

Passing by the school grounds, Ma Xiuyuan couldn't help but smile when he saw Xiao Yuanshan, who was meticulously practicing Fuhu Arhat Boxing. The moment Baixiao's edict was released, Ma Xiuyuan didn't say a word, and immediately started the lottery. Coupled with the previous three lottery chances, Matthew Yuan can draw a total of four bronze prizes.

This time, Matthew was far from choosing to exchange for the silver level. In the bronze level, he drew the sunset Buddha pestle, the razor of the people, the fist of the tiger and the "Sutra of the Salvation" blessed by the elders.

The "Book of Duren" is naturally still temporarily stored in the system, as for this Fuhu Arhat Boxing, Ma Xiuyuan felt a torrent rushing into his body at the moment he got it, and immediately felt that he had learned this Fuhu Arhat Boxing in an instant.

That martial arts secret book was handed over to Miaoshan, a good disciple of his now.

For the four prizes drawn this time, Matthew felt that it was still extremely useful, at least all of them were used at critical moments. Especially the shocking sunset Buddha pestle, combined with the power of the blood sacrifice outbreak, directly poked that Ye Lan to the point of urine, but it was a pity that the natal ghost flame escaped.

The castle was deserted a lot, and the demon camp that was originally guarded here was replaced by Xiao Yuanshan's personal guard camp. Ma Xiuyuan walked towards the hall and saw Ma Gao sitting on a wooden chair, the heads of the few surviving Jianghu sects on the side, with a depressed face.

Seeing that Ma Xiuyuan was coming, Ma Gao's face showed joy, "Come on, let my father see this big project of subduing demons!"

"Amitabha, Xiuyuan has seen the prince. ”

Matthew on the side touched his little brother's head and looked at him strangely, "Little brother, what kind words did you say? There are no outsiders here." ”

Liu Heyu touched Ma Gao's hand, shushed the cold and asked for warmth, and for a while he was in tears. Thinking about it carefully, the mood and pressure of the past few days, others also understand that once the king of Guangling falls, everyone in the palace will suffer.

The crowd is almost all here. Qiu Hao glanced at Ma Xiuyuan and said slowly: "Wang Yeji has his own natural appearance, which is gratifying." ”

"Where is it, Qiu Lao Qianfan, this time the loss is heavy, compared to the body, this king is more heartbroken than the more than fifty sons, what a good skill......"

Qiu Hao closed his eyes, pursed the corners of his mouth, and said slowly: "Lord Wang, there is a reluctant request below." ”

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. ”

"The vitality of the demon camp was greatly damaged, and the right camp was completely lost in this defense of the city. A few of us old guys discussed it, and planned to retire and no longer care about the affairs of the rivers and lakes. Several old brothers also mean this, so please understand the prince. ”

"Ahem. Ma Gao rubbed his hands together and lowered his eyes, "That's it...... The old guys are all fine, why do they all have to break up?"

"Human life is like a mustard, most of it was lost in the first war, and a few of our old guys also want to spend their old age in peace, so please ask the prince for permission. ”

The castle was terribly cold, and Ma Gao had a blanket on his knees, "Hmm. ”

Decades of friendship, when the gang finally broke up, it was just a word.

"I heard that Qiu Lao has entered the realm of the elderly, which is gratifying. I'm most worried about you, the Thousand Illusion Gate is guarding Guangling, and the mainstay has withered, so that my brother I am really a little ashamed of the position of the king of Guangling. I wonder what Brother Qiu's plans are?"

Old Qiu's face was bloodless, and he muttered, "The prince doesn't have to worry about it. Since then, there are no thousands of illusions in the rivers and lakes, and the old man has discussed with Xiuyuan Shizi, shaved off the three thousand troubles, and became a monk in Dingchan Temple. ”

"It's okay or good. What a blessing. Ma Gao's hands were on top of the blanket, and the expression on his face seemed to be more leisurely.

"Then I'll retire first. ”

"Hmm. Ma Gao didn't seem to want to say another word, and hastily dismissed the old guys at the beginning. Share hardships and hardships, and share blessings and hardships. The territory of Guangling is still the world of Lord Ma after all, and now, it has been done.

"Xiuyuan, come on, tell me how my father has been in a coma for the past few days, and how he managed to turn the tide. ”

"Amitabha, I'm afraid my father's eyes and ears have already told my father all the plots, and Xiuyuan won't be here to show off. If it's okay, Xiuyuan wants to go to sleep. ”

Ma Gao's raised hand slowly put it down, the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared, and asked: "Master Shen is proficient in gold and stone, because my father knows that you have always been very concerned about the broken scriptures of Buddhism, and specially found you from Xiliang, Mr., you will study hard after you go back." ”

"Got it. ”

"Well, go ahead. What about the moat, what about Xiao Huzi? This demon camp should go now, damn it, it has become a plate of loose sand, let him take care of this mess better. Huh, look at your face, what's wrong?"

Matthew Yan glanced at his little brother who was doing nothing, and said slowly: "That...... Xiao Yuanshan became a monk......"

"When did you become a monk?"

The royal guest who gradually came in the ancient castle said a few words close to Ma Gao's ear.

Matthew Yuan just stood like this. When Sang Xuzi straightened up, he said unhurriedly: "Lao Xiao has a lot of blood on his hands, and I am afraid that he will not die well, so I tempered him." Daddy has any opinions?"

Ma Gao closed his eyes, held the chair with both hands, seemed to restrain his anger, suddenly opened his eyes, laughed, and said, "Okay! Dad's old subordinates have all been contained by you in Dingchan Temple." It's okay, when my father is old, I can still go and see them, okay!"

The boy went first. Matthew folded his hands and bowed eleven times and retreated from the castle.