"Amitabha!"

The Buddha's horn is far away, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, suddenly ringing in everyone's ears, so that everyone's hearts are shocked, and then, I heard an old word full of peace and compassion: "God has the virtue of a good life, please be merciful to the donor!" The moment the words fell, a blue-gray figure seemed to appear in front of Murong Bo and Murong Fu's father and son out of thin air.

The person who came was an old monk, who looked like he was not young, and his thin figure was trembling, as if he didn't have any martial arts in his body, but Xiao Feng's angry palm reached three feet in front of the other party, and it was like hitting an invisible wall of qi, and it didn't have any effect at all.

"The number one master in this world, the sweeping monk!"

Xiao Feng's martial arts are so high that they are enough to rank at the top of the world, and they have to be inherited by the Freedom Sect, and they have practiced the Pure Yang Supreme Skill, and the masters of the world are like Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui, who can't help him, and can block his dragon descending palm power three feet away, looking at the world, there is only one person!

Yes, there is almost no need to guess, Lin Pingzhi knows who is coming!

But looking at the whole audience, only Lin Ping knew about the sweeping monk, and the rest of the people, one by one, didn't care about the PK of Xuzhu and Jiu Mozhi, and turned their heads one after another, their eyes widened, and they all looked at the sweeping monk with curiosity.

This old monk looks inconspicuous, but he silently blocked the scene of Xiao Feng's dragon palm, so that everyone knows that his martial arts cultivation is unfathomable, just looking at the blank appearance of the monks of Shaolin Temple, obviously they don't know that there is such a master in the temple, and they don't know where it comes from.

Xiao Yuanshan killed the last Gongye Qian with one palm, this is the highest martial arts among the Murong family's retainers, so it took some time to kill bloodily, he stepped forward, with a pair of eyes, glared at the sweeping monk viciously, and asked, "You old monk, who are you?"

"Amitabha. ”

The sweeping monk clasped his hands together and said, "I am just an ordinary monk who is responsible for cleaning the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the temple." ”

"Huh?"

Xiao Yuanshan sighed in his mouth, and said suspiciously: "You said that you are the monk who is responsible for cleaning the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, why have I never seen you?"

The sweeping monk said: "The layman is fully focused on the martial arts classics, and he has no distractions, so he naturally can't see the old monk." I remember that thirty years ago, the first night when the layman came to the pavilion to borrow a book was a copy of "The Finger of the Infinite Tribulation", alas........ From that night on, the layman walked into the devil's path, but it's a pity, it's a pity!"

Xiao Yuanshan's surprise was really extraordinary, he stole into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion on the first night, found a copy of "Wuxiang Robbery Finger", knew that this was one of the seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin School, and was overjoyed at that time, except for himself, no second person knew, could it be that this old monk was really on the side to witness it with his own eyes? For a while, his face was full of surprise and said: "You ..........."

The sweeping monk said: "The second time the layman came to borrow it, it was a copy of the "Prajna Palm Method", at that time the old monk sighed secretly, knowing that the layman fell into the devil from this, and fell deeper and deeper, and his heart could not bear it, and in the place where the layman usually took the book, put a "Lotus Sutra", a "Miscellaneous Ahama Sutra", only hoping that the layman could borrow it, study and understand. Unexpectedly, the layman was obsessed with martial arts, but he ignored the authentic Buddhism, put these two scriptures aside, and found a copy of the "Fu Wand Method", but left happily. Alas, indulged in the sea of suffering, I don't know when I have to turn back?"

Xiao Yuanshan listened to him casually, and said that his actions in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion thirty years ago were not bad at all, and gradually changed from shock to fear, from fear to fear, cold sweat on his back was about to rise, and his heart almost stopped beating.

The sweeping monk slowly turned his head and looked at Murong Bo.

Murong Bo saw that his gaze was dull, as if he couldn't see it, but it seemed to be a secret hidden in his heart, and every thing was clearly seen through by him, and he couldn't help but feel furious in his heart, and his body was very uncomfortable.

I saw the sweeping monk sigh and said: "Although Murong Jushi is a member of the Xianbei tribe, he has lived in Jiangnan for several generations, and the old monk first expected that the monk must have been touched by the literary style of the Southern Dynasty. In the past, people bought and returned pearls, and laughed for thousands of years. Two laymen were the great men of the world, but they also did this foolish act. Alas, it is harmful to oneself and to others. ”

Murong Bo was shocked in his heart, when he first entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the first martial arts secret he saw was indeed "Fingering of the Flowers", but at that time, he had been carefully inspected and found out that there was no one inside or outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, why did this old monk see it in person?

But when he saw the sweeping floor, he said: "The heart of a layman is especially greedy and more than that of Xiao Jushi." What Xiao Jushi practiced was only how to restrain the existing martial arts of the Shaolin School, but Murong Jushi included the seventy-two stunts of the temple one by one, and recorded all the copies, and then returned to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and returned to the book. Thinking about it, over the years, the layman has tried his best to integrate these seventy-two stunts, and maybe he has already taught them to Ling Lang. ”

When he said this, his eyes turned to Murong Fu, and after only one glance, he shook his head, and then saw Gu Mozhi who was fighting with Xuzhu, so he nodded and said: "Yes, Ling Lang is still young and lacks skills, so he can't study the seventy-two Shaolin stunts, it turns out that you passed it on to a Tibetan monk." King Dalunming, you are wrong, completely wrong, the order is reversed, and the great calamity is already in the mist. ”

At first glance, he heard someone talking about himself, Gu Mozhi fought with Xuzhu in the air, his figure floated back, and landed on the sidelines, unlike Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, he didn't have the slightest sense of awe for the sweeping monk, and immediately replied coldly: "What order is reversed, the catastrophe is already in the mist?" The master's words are too alarmist. ”

"Not alarmist. ”

The sweeping monk said: "The martial arts of this school are passed on from the ancestor of Bodhidharma, and the disciples of Buddhism learn martial arts, which is to strengthen the body and protect the Dharma and subdue the demons." When practicing any martial arts, there is always compassion and benevolence in mind. If you don't base yourself on Buddhism, you will definitely hurt yourself when you practice martial arts. The deeper the kung fu practice, the more serious the injury is, the Great Wheel Ming Wang was originally my Buddhist disciple, intensive study of Buddhism, memorization and discernment, unparalleled in the world, but if there is no compassionate generosity, the idea of purifying sentient beings, although the classics are flooded, wonderful arguments are not hindered, but in the end can not dissipate the anger planted when practicing these superior martial arts. ”

When the monks of Shaolin Temple heard the words, they only felt that what the old monk said was very meaningful, and the Tao had never been said before, and there were awe-inspiring meanings in their hearts, and there were several people who admired together: "Amitabha, good, good!"

The sweeping monk continued: "Everyone should know that Buddhism is seeking to survive the world, and martial arts is seeking to kill, and the two are originally in opposite directions and restrain each other. Only the higher the Dharma, the more compassionate the thought, the more martial arts skills can be practiced, but the monks who have cultivated to such a realm disdain to learn more powerful killing methods. ”

The monks worshipped, but Gu Mozhi thought: "The seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple were stolen by Mr. Murong and leaked out, and the monks of Shaolin Temple were unwilling, but they were helpless, so they sent an old monk to pretend to be a ghost here, trying to deceive outsiders not to dare to practice his martial arts." Hehe, how can I be so easily fooled?"

But I heard that the sweeping monk said: "The seventy-two stunts of this temple are equally divided into two ways: 'body' and 'use', 'body' is the internal force body, and 'use' is the application method. Xiao Jushi, Murong Jushi, Dalun Ming King, you yourself have already had superior internal skills, and what you have come to this temple to learn is just the use of seventy-two stunts, although there is damage, but it is not obvious for a while. What King Ming practiced should be the 'Little Wuxianggong' of the 'Easy School'?"

"Not bad!"

Hearing this, without waiting for Gu Mozhi to deny it, Lin Pingzhi had already sneered: "Lin has become the current head of the Xiaoyao faction, and he has participated in the study of the martial arts inherited by the sect, and has fought with the king of the Great Wheel, so it can be determined that this bald donkey is the secret of my faction's 'Little Wuxianggong', and there will never be a mistake!"

What is called scolding a bald donkey in front of the monk, Lin Pingzhi is it at this moment, as soon as his words came out, many monks present suddenly stiffened their faces, even the sweeping monk who had cultivated to be transcendent and sanctified couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

"It turns out that Lin Jushi is actually the current head of the Carefree faction, which is really disrespectful and disrespectful. ”

The sweeping monk looked at Lin Ping in a little surprise, and then said: "Lin Jushi double cultivation inside and outside, martial arts cultivation, unparalleled in the world, and the insight is extraordinary, indeed, as Lin Jushi said, your school's small Wuxiang Gong is subtle and profound, based on this, the seventy-two stunts of this temple can also be used, but the subtle twists and turns are inevitably a little specious." ”

When the Shaolin monks heard this, they were slightly stunned, and Master Xuansheng turned his head to Gu Mozhi and said: "King Ming worshiped the mountain before, claiming to be a master of the seventy-two stunts, and it turned out to be such a general method. The words were thorny, and the sharp edges were pressing, but Gu Mozhi only pretended not to hear and did not answer.

The sweeping monk said: "If the king of Ming only practices the use of the seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin School, his injuries are hidden, and although there are diseases, they will not endanger the original yuan for a while." However, at this moment, the Ming King's 'Cheng Weeping Acupoint' is colored vermilion, and there is a faint purple gas on the 'Smell**', and the tendons and veins of the 'Cheek Car Acupoint' vibrate, all kinds of signs show that the Ming King actually wants to practice the deeper martial arts of the seventy-two stunts, but now it is ........" He said this, shaking his head slightly, and his eyes showed compassion and pity.

But it turned out that since Gu Mozhi was defeated by Lin Ping, he felt that his martial arts were insufficient, so he wanted to further practice the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple on top of Xiao Wuxianggong, how did he expect that the more he cultivated, the more upset he felt, and he had a lot of clues, and he was elusive, so he came to Shaolin Temple to worship the mountain, and took advantage of the opportunity of the Heroes Conference to sneak into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and want to read the original scriptures.

"Could it be ........ What the old monk said was indeed not a lie, did I really practice wrong?" Gu Mozhi frowned, but then thought again: "It is a common thing to fail to practice internal skills, so I go mad and fall into demons, but I am proficient in the secrets of internal and external martial arts, how can I be compared with ordinary people? ”

The sweeping monk saw that Gu Mozhi's face was initially worried, but then his eyebrows were straightened, and his face was full of rigidity and conceit, obviously taking his words as the east wind in his ears, sighed softly, and turned to Lin Ping's way: "Lin Jushi, your free school inheritance is already rare in the world, why do you still seek my Shaolin Temple stunt? Although you only pick the essence and integrate it into your own martial arts, although the three veins of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism flow together, but the teachings are very different. ”

"Huh?!"

Hearing this, Lin Pingzhi's expression suddenly became solemn, he knew that the sweeping monk in front of him was not ordinary, and his martial arts cultivation was high, he was afraid that it was comparable to Zhang Sanfeng, so he hurriedly bowed his fists and said: "The master's eyesight is really smart, my kung fu is a grass creation, not yet complete, but there are many hidden dangers, and I ask the master for advice." ”

"Forget!"

The sweeping monk said: "Confucianism sees the remnants of the world, and the rebirth is one; the Tao sees the destruction of all things, and kills the beginning; the Buddha sees the three thousand broken, and crosses the life and kills the sin." If a layman wants to complete his martial arts, he needs to be able to break through the obstacle of knowledge and seeing, and he will remember it word by word: forget!"

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