"Second brother, are you alright?"

Xiao Feng hurriedly came to check Yang Guo's injuries, and on the other side, the sweeping monk was still standing in place, as if he had never moved.

Xiao Feng took some effort to pull Yang Guo out of the slightly sunken trunk, at this time he only felt that there was an uncontrollable restless true qi in his body running around, and he couldn't say that it was uncomfortable, and he could barely suppress it with the internal force of his whole body, but because of this, his face was flushed, and he almost struggled to speak.

The sweeping monk said, "Young man, it is good to have faith, but if you are overconfident, you will suffer a great loss sooner or later!"

Yang Guo's head was full of black lines, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak for a while, although he felt that he had little chance of winning the sweeping monk, but it wouldn't be able to catch even a move, right?

Is this special meow still in the world of martial arts?

According to the other party's size, this old monk has cultivated to become an immortal, right?

Yang Guo was stunned, and immediately sat down cross-legged, and it took more than a quarter of an hour to dispel the true qi in his body, and the whole person also felt extremely smooth, just like a patient with a cold and nasal congestion, the feeling of sudden ventilation.

During this time, the sweeping monk once again wanted to use Buddhism to resolve the grievances between the two families, how could the two sides have accumulated grievances for more than 30 years, and how can they be resolved in a few words.

Perhaps because of the different world structures, both Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo are very stubborn.

Come to think of it, for Xiao Yuanshan, he is not only concerned about his wife's blood feud, but also concerned about the safety of the Liao State, how could he listen to the words of the sweeping monk and stay in Shaolin as a monk?

Murong Bo was even more cold, today, the juxtaposition of all countries is a great opportunity for his Murong clan to revive, how could he give up.

Therefore, no matter how deep the sweeping monk's Dharma cultivation is, it will not be able to persuade the two prodigal sons who have completely become unable to turn back.

In the back, the sweeping monk seemed to realize this, and secretly sighed, "Amitabha! In that case, let the four of you go down the mountain!"

The Xiao father and son glanced at each other and immediately stopped Murong Bo and his son.

At this time, the sweeping monk suddenly appeared in front of the two and said, "This is a pure place for Buddhism, no use of force, if you want to understand the grievances, you should go down the mountain!"

Murong Bo said: "Forgive me, with the temperament of the Xiao family's father and son, I'm afraid that we won't let our father and son leave Shaolin, why don't you ask the monk to stay here for a while, and wait until my father and son leave Shaolin and make another break with them?"

"Shameless!"

Xiao Feng couldn't help but scold.

Murong Bo sneered, didn't pay attention, and looked at the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk hesitated for a moment, then sighed, "Murong Shi is obsessed, and the old man will no longer advise, you can go!"

Murong Bo was overjoyed when he heard this, and fled away with Murong Fu.

The Xiao father and son were about to catch up, but the sweeping monk stopped in front of them and said, "The old man originally wanted to resolve the grievances between the Xiao Shi and the Murong Shi Master, but he didn't want the two of them to be so obsessed, it's really sad and lamentable!"

Without waiting for the two to reply, the sweeping monk said again: "The reason why the two of them are allowed to live today is also for the sake of Xiao Daxia's kindness and thinking of the common people in the world, and accumulate a blessing!"

After that, he came to Xiao Yuanshan like a ghost, and stretched out his finger to the "Baihui Acupoint" in the middle of his head.

Xiao Yuanshan's eyes opened, and then he fell down weakly, and the sweeping monk supported his back with his palm, and sat down cross-legged with him, and his right palm was not withdrawn.

Xiao Feng was shocked, and noticed that his father's breath disappeared in an instant, and the "Baihui Acupoint" of the human body is the most important place in the human body, even if it is encountered by a person who does not know martial arts at all, there is a risk of injury, and now he is poked by this old monk's finger, how can his father still live?

Xiao Feng was filled with grief for a while, and when he was about to start fighting with this old monk to the death, Yang Guo, who happened to recover, stopped him.

"Big brother and slow, this old monk seems to be healing the old man!"

Hearing Yang Guo's title, the sweeping monk raised his eyebrows slightly, Yang Guo didn't realize it, and suddenly the whole person flew out upside down and hit a tree again.

This time poured

It didn't fall in, but there was a real qi in his body, and he was uncomfortable, and in desperation, he could only sit down cross-legged again, and his luck dissipated.

Xiao Feng was about to check Yang Guo's injury, when he suddenly saw a wisp of white gas coming out of Xiao Yuanshan's head, and he stopped when he stepped on, looking at the sweeping monk with a puzzled expression.

After about a quarter of an hour, Xiao Yuanshan's body trembled slightly, and then woke up.

After a short time, Xiao Yuanshan's breathing became louder and louder, getting heavier and heavier, and in the end, he had returned to his previous appearance.

I saw the sweeping monk slowly retract his right palm, and said slowly: "Old Donor Xiao, now I have removed the Shaolin internal strength for you, and relieved the internal injuries, as long as you recuperate for half a year, your body will be fine!"

Although his skills were greatly damaged, but the internal injuries were solved, Xiao Yuanshan was still very grateful to the sweeping monk, and immediately got up and bowed to him.

Xiao Feng knew that he had misunderstood the other party, so he hurriedly bowed and apologized.

The sweeping monk shook his head and said: "Although Murong Shi has left this time, the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu on his body, every morning, noon, and midnight, will be like ten thousand needles and, the pain is unbearable, no matter what kind of panacea is taken, there will be no effect, as long as the internal strength is transported, the pain of the acupuncture is even deeper into the bone marrow, in one day, three times in a row, it can be regarded as a calamity, I don't know if the two of you can listen to the advice of the old man?"

Xiao Feng's father and son were surprised when they heard this, just now in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the sweeping monk just pointed out the other party's three secret injuries, but he didn't expect it to be so serious, and now he is very happy.

The father and son said in unison, "Monk, please!"

The sweeping monk said: "Now that Old Xiao Shi's skills are damaged, even if he finds Murong Shizhu to take revenge at this time, I am afraid that it will be difficult to help the other party, and maybe he will lose his own life.

According to the old man's opinion, it is better for the two of you to return to Xijing Liao as soon as possible, and advise the lord of your country not to act rashly, and not to listen to slander and start disputes again, otherwise wouldn't you make a wedding dress for others?"

The sweeping monk wanted to say that he didn't want to be ruined, but he couldn't listen to Xiao Yuanshan when he wanted to come, so he changed his words.

With Xiao Feng's benevolence and righteousness, he didn't want the Liao Kingdom to have another war, so the sweeping monk admired him and was very pleased, but the blame was that Xiao Yuanshan was too obsessed.

Xiao Feng originally had this intention, and immediately agreed to the words of the sweeping monk.

Xiao Yuanshan also hesitated for a moment, and then agreed.

At this moment, Yang Guo finally recovered, as soon as he got up, he saw the sweeping monk looking at him, and he was so frightened that he took a few steps back, and at the same time closed his mouth tightly and stopped talking nonsense.

Seeing this, the sweeping monk couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, and then said to the Xiao father and son, "The two of you are one step ahead, and the old man has a few words to say to this little benefactor."

When Yang Guo heard this, he suddenly felt like a great enemy.