Da Liao Kong said: "Mr. Fang, as the saying goes: if you are not of my race, your heart will be different. What's more, in the major affairs of the military, we are not tired of deceit. If Mr. Fang is willing to die, but the Xiao father and son do not act according to Mr. 's words afterwards, sir...... Isn't that a lighter death than a feather?"

Fang Tang Ming said: "The laughing old man has lived in seclusion for decades, and there are few traces of chivalry in the world. For the sake of a girl who has no relatives and no reason, he still dares to take all risks and go to Erlongzhuang alone to seek medical treatment, how can he break his promise after he is old? How can you not do this business in the old age, exchanging one life for the foundation of eternity?" he smiled, staring at the smile and forgetting the spring, hoping that he would start quickly.

Xiao Hongchen said: "My son, this person's intention seems to be true, what do you think?"

Xiao Wangchun said: "No!" suddenly slapped a palm and hit the wooden table, only to hear a clapping sound, the wooden table was broken into several pieces, and the dagger fell to the ground, and said awe-inspiringly: "How can the great revenge of killing my mother be regarded as a transaction of business? This revenge can be avenged, if it can't be avenged, then my father and son will die here." Such a dirty thing, is it my Xiao father and son who disdain it?"

Fang Tang Ming looked up to the sky and laughed, and said loudly: "I have heard that the heroes of laughter and laughter are only a little world-famous, and I have seen extraordinary, but I don't know that when I see it today, he is actually a brave man who does not know the righteousness and is vain. Hey, hey, ridiculous!"

Xiao Wangchun knew that he was provoked by words, and said coldly: "Xiao Wangchun is a hero, or an ordinary man, he can't fall into your trap and become a murderous knife in your hand." ”

Fang Tang Ming said: "The Lu of the food monarch, the matter of loyalty to the king." You are the minister of Wuhuan Country, but you only remember the personal enmity of your parents, and you don't want to serve the country loyally, how can you be worthy of Wuhuan?"

Xiao Wangchun took a step forward and said proudly: "Have you ever seen the tragic situation of the two countries above the border gates and the Tang and Ukraine vendetta against each other? Have you ever seen the scene of the Han and Wu people, their wives being separated, and their families being ruined?

When he said this, he remembered the cruel situation of the Tang soldiers and the Ukrainian soldiers fighting each other outside Yangping Pass that day, and the more he talked, the louder he became, and said: "The soldiers are fierce and dangerous, how can there be anything in the world that must win? The Tang Dynasty soldiers have a lot of money, and only one or two generals are needed to lead the troops to fight, and the combination of Wuhuan and Persia may not be able to win." Let's fight a river of blood and a mountain of corpses, but let your Fang clan take the opportunity to restore the Chu State. I am loyal to the country and serve the country, I am protecting the land and the people, not for my own glory and wealth, so I kill people to take land and establish meritorious deeds. ”

Suddenly, I heard an old voice outside the long window saying: "Good, good! The smiling layman is kind-hearted, and he thinks of the common people in the world like this, which is really the heart of a bodhisattva." ”

When the five of them heard this, they were all taken aback, how could someone outside the window not know it?

And listening to the tone of this person's voice, it seems that he has been outside the window for a long time. Fang Qingluan shouted: "Who is it?" Without waiting for the other party to answer, he slapped his palm, and the two long windows flew out of the button and fell to Your Excellency.

I saw that in the corridor outside the window, a thin monk in a green robe was holding a broom and sweeping the floor with a bow. This monk is not young, his sparse long beard is already white, his movements are slow, his strength is weak, and he does not look like he has martial arts. Fang Qingluan asked again, "How long have you been hiding here?"

The old monk slowly raised his head and said, "The donor asked me to hide here...... Yes...... How long has it been?" the five of them stared at him together, only to see that he was dazed and completely unenergetic, but his voice was the accent of the right person to praise Xiao Wangchun.

Fang Qingluan said: "Yes, let me ask you how long you have been hiding here?"

The old monk counted on his fingers, and after a while, he shook his head, and his face showed apologies, and said, "I...... I don't remember exactly, I don't know if it was forty-two years, or forty-three years. When this laughing old man first came to see the scriptures at night, I ...... I've been here for more than 10 years. Afterward...... Later, Fang Lao Jushi came, and a few years ago, the monk Boluo Xing also came to steal the scriptures. Alas, you come and go, and you turn the scriptures in the cabinet into a mess, and I don't know why. ”

Xiao Hongchen was greatly surprised, thinking that he had come to the Shaolin Temple to secretly study martial arts, but none of the monks in the temple knew about it, so how could this old monk know?

The old 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 the first night the layman came to the pavilion to borrow a book, it was a book of "Fingers of the Phaseless Tribulation", alas! From that night, the layman entered the devil's path, but it's a pity, it's a pity!"

Xiao Hongchen's surprise is really extraordinary, he stole into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion on the first night, found a copy of "Wuxiang Robbery Finger Book", 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, he only said: "You...... You...... You ......"

The old monk said: "The second time the layman came to borrow it, it was a copy of "Prajna Palm Method". At that time, the old monk sighed secretly, knowing that the layman had fallen into the devil from this, and he fell deeper and deeper, and he couldn't bear it, so he put a "Lotus Sutra" and a "Miscellaneous Ahama Sutra" in the place where the layman usually took books, hoping that the layman could borrow it and study and enlighten. 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 Hongchen listened to him casually, and said that what he did all night in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion thirty years ago was not bad at all, and gradually from shock to fear, from fear to fear, cold sweat on his back was about to rise, and his heart almost stopped beating.

The old monk slowly turned his head and looked at Fang Tangming. Fang Tang clearly saw that his eyes were dull, as if he couldn't see it, but it seemed to be a secret hidden in his heart, every single one of which he had clearly seen through, and he couldn't help but feel furious in his heart, and his body was very uncomfortable.

I only heard the old monk sigh and said: "Although Fang Jushi is a Xianbei tribe, but he has lived in Jiangnan for several generations, 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. ”

Fang Tangming 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 and outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

I only heard the old monk say again: "The heart of a layman is more greedy than a laughing layman." ”