Meanwhile.

Just when Xiao Yuanshan went down the mountain to kill Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, but was stopped.

Murong Bo, who also temporarily lived in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, also received rumors from the rivers and lakes.

Murong Fu is dead!

That's right, Murong Fu, known as "Nan Murong", is dead!

The son he had worked so hard to raise died suddenly!

The Murong clan has always been in one line, maybe it was not when it was once the Great Yan Imperial Family, but since the generation of Murong Longcheng, it has become a lineage, and when Murong Fu dies suddenly, it is not just one person who dies, but the wishes of several generations of the Murong family will be in vain, and even become that lonely ghost!

There is no incense anymore.

The tablets are gone.

It's not a lonely ghost, what else can it be?

The ancients' emphasis on inheritance was something that many people in later generations could not understand, so not only Xiao Yuanshan was irrational, but Murong Bo was also irrational, so irrational that he gave up his cultivation and sneaked out of Shaolin.

It's just that before he could walk out of this scripture pavilion, he was stopped!

"Good, good."

"Master Murong Shi has been cultivating for many years."

"Don't fall into the devil because of the thought of the moment."

A figure that Murong Bo was familiar with stood at the gate of this scripture pavilion at some point, his old face was full of compassion, his eyes were full of ashes, and he was full of calm at a glance, so that Murong Bo couldn't help but exclaim: "You are actually an old monk who sweeps the floor in this scripture pavilion on weekdays, I have seen you!" ”

"Lord Murong Shi seemed surprised."

The sweeping old monk said.

It seems to be a question, but it is actually a statement.

It didn't seem to be a surprise to Murong Bo at all.

Despite this, the tone is still full of unquestionable flavor: "There is an ancient saying - the sky kills, the stars change, the earth kills, the dragon and snake rise to land, the people kill the machine, and the heaven and the earth repeat; The old man watched the sky at night, there was a meager feeling, and there was also a meager gain, it was the repeated appearance of heaven and earth, and he couldn't bear to go to this killing and robbery, and hoped that Murong Shiren could live in this scripture pavilion in peace! ”

"The old monk knows a lot."

"The Heavenly Hair Killing Machine is the words of the Yellow Emperor's Yin Fu Sutra."

"You, a Buddhist, still understand Taoist thought?"

Murong Bo knew very well that at this moment, the old monk blocking his way was not simple, but could it be that he didn't want his Murong family's century-old family business because of the three words "not simple"?

Murong Fu died, and he went underground to explain himself.

If he is cowardly, how can he explain to his ancestors when he goes underground?

Tell my ancestors, I'm scared and don't dare to go?

Murong Bo was afraid of death.

But he was even more afraid of seeing his ancestors again.

For this reason, he was afraid that after the interception and killing of Xiao Yuanshan back then, just to provoke the war between Song and Liao, it would have a bad impact on the Murong family, so he did not hesitate to fake his death and get out, just to leave a better start for Murong Fu, which is enough to see his desire to restore the country.

However, now the home is almost gone.

If you don't go back, you'll be back to a fart country!

Therefore, even if he knows that this person is not simple, he has to give it a try!

Moreover, he is one of the few innate masters in the world, looking at the rivers and lakes of the Great Song Dynasty, there are no more than five people who can beat him, and he has been cultivating in the Shaolin Hidden Scripture Pavilion for many years, even if he fails to comprehend the meaning, at least he has one foot on the threshold of the grandmaster!

Cope with an old monk.

It shouldn't be a big problem...... Right?

Murong Bo thought so, and then realized his stupidity - I saw a big withered hand attacking, there was no routine, and there was not much power, but it came with a thought that made him feel like facing the sea, it was always so unfathomable, and with a slight movement, it was like a landslide and the ground cracked, like a kun in the sea turning into a peng in the air, unstoppable, fluttering, without a trace of fireworks, and immediately, the darkness surged up all of a sudden!

And then, he didn't know anything!

The last thought that comes to mind is self-deprecation.

A congenital master of bullshit.

In the face of any grandmaster, he will be killed in one move.

The person who thinks that he is a congenital supreme master and can make two moves with the grandmaster is a pure fool, and among them, he is naturally included.

And the penultimate thought is......

"Your hands are so small!"

"Is it a hallucination?"

The old monk who swept the floor was not surprised.

It's like just swatting a fly to death.

Clap your hands gently.

It seems to be patting off the floating ash on his hands.

Use his own grandmaster intention to suppress Murong Bo.

Then, he walked out of the Scripture Pavilion and closed the door of the Scripture Pavilion with his backhand.

Stand outside the door and look up at the sky.

Sigh faintly, eyes full of stars.

"Master."

A little monk with a shaved head exclaimed.

He was already waiting here.

I also came with my own master.

seemed to know what was going on inside, and when his momentum was slightly revealed, he had reached the innate realm, but he didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of the sweeping old monk, but was more respectful: "Does he dare to resist?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense."

"It's human nature to resist."

"Someone wants to kill you, but you can't let him go."

The sweeping old monk said a sentence that conflicted with his own person, but at the moment, there were no outsiders here, and the sweeping old monk said bluntly: "Tomorrow, Shaolin will usher in an unprecedented turmoil, so don't practice for the time being, come here to sweep the scripture pavilion." ”

"Yes, master."

The little monk called "Tongsu" said so.

However, this is certainly not his legal name.

No one can suppress the name of this "Tong" character in today's Shaolin, even if it is the abbot of Xuanci, it is three generations lower than this name, so it can only be a word.

In the Shaolin Temple, it is called a human name.

It's really confusing.

It's just that whether it's the little monk or the sweeping old monk, they seem to be accustomed to this, and after seeing the little monk agree, the sweeping old monk who has reached the level of a grandmaster with martial arts continued to explain: "Tomorrow there will be a competition that you have never seen, watch it well, study hard, this may be the second half of your life, you can see the highest level of martial arts." ”

"Master, the guest who came here is also a grandmaster?"

The little monk was surprised.

He has practiced martial arts, and he is already innate at this moment.

I understand the division of the realm of rivers and lakes.

However, what made him lose his voice was that his master did not give him an affirmative answer, but answered his question with a question: "Tongsu, why do you think that the innate can't stop the grandmaster?" ”

"Because the Grandmaster is intentional!"

It's common sense.

The little monk replied without even thinking about it.

So......

"What do you think, what do you mean?"

"Is it a one's thought?"

"Is it a person's perception?"

"How was it born?"

The sweeping old monk smiled slightly: "The world always feels that the grandmaster is intentional, and the party is noble, but as everyone knows, it is precisely because of the congenital condensation of the intention that the grandmaster can be promoted to the realm of the grandmaster, the sword intent is the intention, the sword intent is also the intention, the gun intent is still the intention, between a fist and a palm, there is nowhere to derive the intention, it is the innate master who first cultivated the intention to become the grandmaster, not the meaning that was born after becoming the grandmaster, do you understand?" ”

The little monk thought for two or three seconds and nodded vigorously.

also tasted the meaning of his master's words.

The guest who will come tomorrow is not the Grandmaster.

However, it is an innate with "meaning"!

A supreme innate that can not be affected by the will of the grandmaster!

That is, it is commonly known as a half-step grandmaster!

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