Fang Qingluan knew that his father had a strong temper, and he would rather kill him than be embarrassed and humiliated in front of others, and he was even more unwilling to bow down and plead with the old monk for his father's sake, and immediately bowed to Xiao Wangchun's father and son, and said: "The green mountains do not change, the green water flows forever, don't pass it for the time being." The two of you want to seek revenge on my father and son, and we are waiting for you in Baiyunzhuang, Tsing Yiju. Stretched out his hand to hold Fang Tangming's right hand and said, "Daddy, let's go!"

The old monk said, "You can bear to be like this, allowing Ling Zun to suffer this painful torment?"

Fang Qingluan's face turned pale, took Fang Tangming's hand, and walked away.

Xiao Wangchun shouted: "You just want to leave? There is such a cheap thing in the world? Your father is sick, and the eldest husband disdains to take advantage of the danger and let him go." You're not sick or in pain!"

Fang Qingluan rushed up angrily and shouted, "Then I'll take Brother Xiao's trick." ”

Xiao Wangchun didn't even speak, and with a palm, the "Dragon Roar Nine Days" in the palm of the crazy dragon slammed towards Fang Qingluan. He saw that the terrain in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was narrow, and the masters were clustered, so it was inconvenient to fight for a long time, so he used ten percent of his strength to take the enemy's life in a few palms. Fang Qingluan saw that he was vicious, and immediately used the power of his life to resolve it with the technique of "controlling the form with qi".

The old monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, Buddhism is good, the two donors must not be ignorant. ”

As soon as his palms were put together, there seemed to be a force that turned into an invisible wall, blocking between Xiao Wangchun and Fang Qingluan. The overwhelming palm force of Xiao Wangchun hit this wall, and disappeared without a trace, disappearing into invisibility.

Xiao Wangchun's heart was cold, he had never met an opponent in his life, but the old monk's skills in front of him were much stronger than himself, and he stopped it, and today's revenge must not be avenged.

He thought of his father's internal injuries, and bowed down again and said: "In the wilderness, the grass and the wilderness, do not know the etiquette, offend the monks, forgive the sin." ”

The old monk smiled and said, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say." The old monk respects the laughing donor, only the great hero can be true, and the laughing donor deserves it. ”

Xiao Wangchun said: "The murderous sins committed by my father are all caused by the lower body, and I beg the monks to heal the wounds of my father, and all kinds of crimes are received by the lower body, and I will not give up my death." ”

The old monk smiled slightly and said, "The old man has already said that in order to resolve the internal injuries of the old benefactor, you must seek it from the Dharma. The Buddha is born from the heart, and the Buddha is enlightenment. Others can only give instructions, but they can't do it for them. I asked the old donor: If you have the ability to heal the wounds, will you heal the internal injuries of the old benefactor?"

Xiao Hongchen was stunned and said, "I...... I'm ...... for Fang Lao The old man healed his wounds?"

Fang Qingluan shouted, "You put it in your mouth cleaner." ”

Xiao Hongchen gritted his teeth and said: "Old man Fang killed my beloved wife and ruined my life, I can't wait to cut him into meat sauce with a thousand knives." ”

The old monk said: "If you don't see the old benefactor Fang die, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in your heart?"

Xiao Hongchen said: "Exactly." For 30 years, the old man has been thinking about it day and night, and there is only this blood feud. ”

The old monk nodded and said, "That's easy." Slowly moving forward, he stretched out a palm and slapped it on the top of Fang Tangming's head.

Fang Tang saw the old monk approaching at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, and he didn't care, when he saw him stretch out his palm and slap his Tianling Gai, his left hand was busy lifting Xiangge, and he was afraid that the other party's martial arts were too powerful, and after raising his hand, his body floated out backwards.

After studying the seventy-two stunts of Honghua Temple, it is like a tiger with wings, this raised hand, a floating body, it seems to be ordinary, but it is a palm to block all kinds of attacks in the world, a retreat to flash any pursuit in the world, the defensive position is strict and elegant, it can be said that it is exhaustive, contempt to add.

Everyone in the pavilion is a martial arts master, and when they saw him use these two tricks, they all secretly cheered, even if Xiao Hongchen's father and son couldn't help but admire.

How do you know that the old monk slapped down lightly, and the sound of the wave hit the "Baihui Acupoint" in the middle of Fang Tangming's head, and Fang Tangming's one grid retreated, but it had no effect.

"Baihui Acupoint" is the most important place in the human body, that is, it is encountered by people who do not know martial arts at all, and there is also a risk of injury, the old monk hit with a blow, Fang Tangming's whole body was shocked, and he was out of breath when he landed, and he fell backwards.

Fang Qingluan was shocked, grabbed it, and shouted, "Daddy, daddy!" But seeing that his father's mouth and eyes were closed, and there was no breath in his nostrils, he hurriedly reached out to his heart and touched it, and his heartbeat had stopped.

Fang Qingluan was full of grief and anger, never imagined that this old monk who was full of compassion and Buddhism would actually do such a poisonous hand, and shouted, "You...... You...... You old thief!" Leaned his father's body against the pillar, flew up, and slammed his palms out at the old monk.

The old monk didn't hear it, and ignored it. Fang Qingluan pushed his palms two feet in front of the old monk, and suddenly it was like hitting an invisible wall of qi, and it was even more like crashing into a fishing net.

Originally, he was both violently castrated, and the force of the rebound must have been very strong, but his palm power seemed to be completely dissolved by the invisible qi wall, and then gently pushed him away, hitting the bookshelf with his back, and the bookshelf did not collapse, and not even a single volume of the scriptures piled up on the shelf was lost.

Fang Qingluan was very alert, although he was saddened by the death of his father, but he knew that the old monk's martial arts were ten times higher than his own, even if he fought fiercely, he couldn't help it after all, he leaned on the bookshelf at the moment, pretending to be wheezing, and secretly calculated in his heart, how to surprise and attack again.

The old monk turned to Xiao Hongchen and said lightly: "Xiao Lao Shi mainly saw the death of Old Fang Shi with his own eyes, so as to accumulate hatred for years. Now the old donor below is dead, and the old donor is calm, right?"

Xiao Hongchen was also very surprised when he saw that the old monk killed Fang Tangming with one palm, and when he heard him ask like this, he couldn't help but feel at a loss in his heart, and he was speechless.

In the past 30 years, he has been planning to avenge the hatred of killing his wife and taking his son. In this year, the truth appeared, and he killed the heroes of the Central Plains who participated in the Battle of Yangping Pass one by one, and even Master Xuanku and Li Feizhu and his wife also died in his hands. Later, I learned that the "mastermind" was Shaolin abbot Xuan Ci, and he exposed his private relationship with Chu Sanniang before the heroes of the world, which made him ruined, which forced him to commit suicide.

Seeing that Xuan Ci died brightly and heroically, Xiao Hongchen felt that he had gone too far in his heart, and Chu Sanniang's death made his conscience gradually uneasy.

It's just that the traitor who learned of the false news and caused a tragedy at that time was the gray-clothed monk Fang Tangming, who was also lurking in the temple and fought with him three times, laughing at Hongchen and full of anger, so he poured all his anger into this person, eager to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin, pull his tendons and cook his bones. How do you know that an unknown old monk came out for no reason, and he beat his great enemy to death with a palm that acted as if nothing happened. All of a sudden, he was like being in the clouds, fluttering, and there was no place in this world.