Xiao Yuanshan hated his life even more, and he couldn't get rid of the fate of being calculated.

The old monk appeared to Rao the image of a worldly master and a monk, and at this moment he became a scheming conspirator.

However, the old monk was unmoved, and still said unhurriedly: "The martial arts in the world, the killing is too heavy, and there are not a few that affect the mind. ”

After a rake, Huang Sheng became a conspirator.

Huang Shang laughed: "You are secretly changing the concept, because of the heavy killing and affecting the mind, what does it have to do with martial arts?" It is the killing that affects the mind, not the means of killing. Killing people with swords, conspiracy and power are also killing, and separating martial arts from good is just a means for you to raise your own value. Buddhism saves people, and you can practice any martial arts, so you always put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground. Under the banner of Buddhism, snaring party henchmen, forcibly resolving hatred, relying on nothing more than superior martial arts, people have to bow their heads. ”

The old monk said: "The prejudice of the donor has been deeply rooted in your bones, and it is useless for the old man to do more." ”

The old monk was silent, as if he had disdained to argue with him.

The debate can't go on without an opponent, and Huang Sheng doesn't have to fight with the old monk, and if he goes down at this time, it will be like arguing with strong words and depreciating himself.

Huang Sheng sneered contemptuously, glanced at Xiao Yuanshan, and then looked at Murong Bo who was kneeling in front of the old monk.

Xiao Yuanshan knew when he boarded, and he didn't say hello, and suddenly attacked Murong Bo.

Murong Bo didn't expect Xiao Yuanshan to dare to make a move in front of the old monk in this situation, but he couldn't react, but fortunately, the old monk in front of him had already reached the realm of doing whatever he wanted, and with a slight wave of his hand, Xiao Yuanshan's had already returned in vain.

Murong Bo got up and turned behind the old monk, but he had no intention of making a move.

As soon as Xiao Yuanshan moved, Xiao Feng followed closely behind, fighting the dragon with all his might, so that the old monk also looked stunned, and did not dare to slack off.

Xiao Feng saw the dragon in the field with his left hand, took the six dragons with his right hand, regretted the dragon in his left hand, and the flying dragon in his right hand, stepped on the gossip circle, and surrounded the old monk in the middle with Xiao Yuanshan.

Xiao Feng, who was like a god of war just now, was even better at this time, plus a Xiao Yuanshan, but he still couldn't help the old monk, and the old monk really wasn't boasting.

If Shaolin can still stand by and watch the previous vicious battles, and now it is the people of Shaolin who are besieged, and it is very likely to be Shaolin's Dinghai Divine Needle, then the Xiao father and son cannot be allowed to be presumptuous.

Shaolin's Arhat Array slowly started, and all the high-ranking monks who could count took the lead in standing in front of the formation, surrounding the Xiao father and son and the old monks.

It's just that the old monk didn't fall behind for a while, there was no crisis, and he didn't make a move, which just made the old monk famous for Shaolin martial arts.

can be a hundred tricks, the Xiao father and son did not take advantage, which is unimaginable in the eyes of the two. Under the anxiety in his heart, Xiao Feng became more and more courageous, but Xiao Yuanshan suddenly felt that the two acupoints of "Liangmen" and "Taiyi" on his abdomen were stinging violently, and the sequelae of practicing Shaolin martial arts broke out, breaking out at the most critical time.

The sequelae of practicing Shaolin martial arts are so strong that a person as strong as Xiao Yuanshan can't help but stop moaning.

Xiao Feng was shocked, and he couldn't take care of the old monk, so he stretched out his hand to support his father.

The old monk did not take advantage of the danger of others, and took it for granted, this is the end of stealing Shaolin martial arts, and if he wants to live, he can only ask Shaolin.

Xiao Feng still did not open his mouth to beg for mercy as the old monk expected, but helped his father to Huang Sheng and shouted, "Master." ”

Huang Shang didn't say much, took out a medicine bottle from his arms and handed it to Xiao Feng, saying, "Eat one." ”

Xiao Feng hurriedly gave Xiao Yuanshan a pill, and after a while, Xiao Yuanshan had already calmed down.

The old monk finally showed a look of surprise and said, "It turns out that the benefactor is still the holy hand of Xinglin, but this painkiller treats the symptoms but not the root cause, and does not solve his fundamental problem." ”

Xiao Feng also looked at the master suspiciously, wanting to get an answer from the master's mouth.

Huang Shang raised his big finger at the old monk and said, "Good eyesight, I can see at a glance that what I gave him is only painkiller." ”

The appearance of the old monk and the old god showing that everything is under control, Xiao Yuanshan wants to heal the injury, but he still asks for Shaolin.

Huang Sheng said: "But I don't have to solve his fundamental problem, as long as I continue to provide him with painkillers, his problem will be solved." I first prescribed him enough medicine to last a hundred years, but I don't know if he will live to that time. ”

The old monk was stunned, what is this solution? But how should I argue with it?

Huang Shang's method was actually inspired by the betrayal of the Five Poison Boy, who couldn't solve the life and death charm, but he could relieve the pain. Let the life and death talisman never attack, isn't it the same as reconciling the life and death talisman?

The old monk thought for a while and said, "Then won't he be held hostage by you for the rest of his life?" ”

If you can't do it, you can be virtuous, and moral attack is always the best weapon, far better than the sword.

Huang Sheng smiled: "Then it depends on whether he wants to be held hostage by you or by me." ”

Huang Shang doesn't have to justify his morality, at this time, he flaunts his noble character, and he is not convinced.

Isn't Xuan Ci more beautiful than anyone else? The things behind the scenes are more obscene than anyone else, and there is no basis for empty words.

Huang Shang directly admitted the words of the old monk, he just wanted to hold Xiao Yuanshan hostage, put everything on the table, and let Xiao Yuanshan choose for himself, believe it or not, in Xiao Yuanshan, this is voting with his feet.

How will Xiao Yuanshan choose?

Xiao Yuanshan did not hesitate to die, and at this time, Huang Sheng supported him to take revenge, so who would he believe?

Not to mention that Huang Sheng is Xiao Feng's master. He already knew how powerful Huang Sheng was, and Xiao Feng's martial arts were not even as good as his own, so it could only be clear that Huang Sheng was teaching Xiao Feng with all his heart and was not selfish.

When there was no yellow dress to break, Xiao Yuanshan still admired the old monk very much, but at this time he only had deep disgust.

Xiao Yuanshan hugged his fists at Huang Sheng and said, "Thank you, sir." ”

The old monk sighed, facts speak louder than words, so much can't win people's trust, and Xiao Yuanshan's choice directly affects the people's senses of Shaolin, including Murong Bo. Now it seems that Murong Bo is more like being held hostage by Shaolin.

Xiao Yuanshan chose Huang Shang, but the sequelae attacked, although he was suppressed by Huang Shang, he also lost part of his combat effectiveness, and it was not a matter of a moment or a half to recover, leaving Xiao Feng alone, and there was no hope of revenge.

Xiao Yuanshan's eyes were full of dejection, and Xiao Feng was helpless.

Huang Shang patted Xiao Feng's shoulder with a smile and asked, "What?" Not reconciled? ”

Can you be willing?

Murong father and son are not their opponents at all, if it weren't for the sudden emergence of a top master in Shaolin, Murong Bo would not be able to escape death.