Ren Tianbai was also a little stunned, where he thought that his second stone was so powerful! Seeing Shen Fei raise his sword straight up, he lowered his head and wanted to find a few more stones, but there was still time there, knowing that he would die in an instant, as soon as he closed his eyes, he heard another sound in his ears, which was not at all different from the voice just now, and he opened his eyes in a trance and looked again, Shen Feiju was still a long sword, as if he hadn't moved at all just now!

Gu Caiyun was anxious to take care of the injured Chai Yingruo, but he didn't pay attention to it, until Ren Tianbai's second stone blocked Shen Feiju, and he was also shocked in his heart, he knew from Chai Yingruo's internal injury that Shen Feiju's internal strength on this long sword was not weak, how could Ren Tianbai have such a strong force?

"Amitabha!" Just when Ren Tianbai and Gu Caiyun were surprised, someone on the mountain road announced a Buddha horn, although the voice was not loud, it could make several people sound extremely useful in their ears, and there was a faint strong and thin force, even Chai Yingruo, who was already a little dizzy, trembled slightly, and woke up!

"The donor's demon heart is too strong, he has fallen into the devil's path, I don't know what to turn back on, I am afraid that I will fall into ignorance forever!" Ren Tianbai turned his head and looked at the mountain road, a thin old monk, holding a small package in his hand, standing in front of his eyebrows with one palm, his eyes lowered, and he came slowly.

"The bald donkey is also here to meddle in things?" Shen Feiju seemed to panic, after all, this place is at the foot of Song Mountain, not far away, which is where the Shaolin Temple is located, among which there are many monks with profound martial arts, and they just repelled their second sword, but I am afraid that it is this monk!

"What is idle in the world? What is not idle in the world?" The old monk shook his head and said: "The poor monk has been ignoring the affairs of the world for a long time, and today he is also entrusted by the old man, so he came out to persuade the donor!"

"Do you know who I am?" Shen Fei raised his black hole and stared at the old monk and said, "Who is your old man? Since he can let you come, why doesn't he come himself?"

"This poor monk doesn't know......" The old monk shook his head, and his face seemed to be a little puzzled: "But the poor monk knows one thing, if this old man comes today, the donor is only afraid of his life, so he entrusts it to me, and I hope the donor will listen to me, accept the devil's heart, and go back!"

"Joke!" Shen Feiju seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, slowly put down the long sword across his chest, and didn't dare to be too rude in his words: "If you let me go back, I'll go back?" I'm not your disciple, why am I so willing to listen to you? According to me, monk, it's better for you to go back, lest there be one less disciple in front of my Buddha!"

"The donor's words are wrong...... the old monk still did not move, sighed and said: "In front of my Buddha's seat, there are no disciples, only the heart of the Buddha, even if the poor monk dies, this heart does not die, what damage will it do to my Buddha?

"Don't talk to me about Buddhism here!" Shen Fei raised his long sword and shook it, the anger on his body seemed to bloom again, and he looked at the old monk and said: "You want to persuade me to go back, don't be so verbose, as long as you can beat the sword in my hand, I will sell you a face, if you can't win, then don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!"

Ren Tianbai was still stunned for a while, a little at a loss, but Gu Caiyun was a little surprised in his heart, you must know that although this monk is not a Dharma number, but this place is not far from Shaolin Temple, and he is entrusted by someone, nine times out of ten he is a senior monk of Shaolin Temple, even if Shen Feiju is powerful in martial arts, he should also know the status of Shaolin Temple in the martial arts, looking at him like this, he actually doesn't put Shaolin Temple in his eyes, if this old monk is hindered again, does he dare to even kill this old monk?

"The donor's swordsmanship is good! The poor monk is willing to lead the teaching!" The old monk's eyes flashed, and in just this moment, Ren Tianbai sensed that there was another awe-inspiring power on this old monk's body, which was quite deterrent, and even Shen Feiju retreated slightly, and raised his long sword and said, "Then I'm welcome!"

"Don't worry!" The old monk stretched out his hand, but put the small package he was holding in his other hand on the ground, and said while untying the burden: "The old monk also knows a few swordsmanship, so he will learn from the donor!"

Ren Tianbai and Gu Caiyun looked at the package, and muttered in their hearts, this package is not big, even if it is Chai Yingruo's short sword, it can't cover half of it, it is a dagger or something, it also looks a little small, is it a soft sword inside? But even if it is a soft sword, this package looks soft and collapsed, and it is not very similar! Besides, the soft sword is also a little elastic, if it can be folded like this, I am afraid that it is not a soft sword, it should be a paper sword cut from paper!

"Hmph, monks can also use swordsmanship, then I want to take a look!" Shen Feiju sneered, just said a word of ridicule, his eyes suddenly changed, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart, Shaolin Temple martial arts pay attention to the vast Buddhism, and rarely use weapons, in order to swords and the like, often hurt people and are helpless, so ordinary disciples only practice fist and foot kung fu, or use sticks and the like as weapons in their hands! This is not to say that Shaolin Temple has no sword kung fu, but it is necessary to learn martial arts and Buddhism to a certain level, so that you can understand the martial arts on the blade, among which the Dharma swordsmanship is even more martial arts!

"Let the donor wait for a long time...... The old monk seemed to spend a long time before untying the burden, reaching out and taking out a thing, shaking it in his hand, and seemed to be very emotional: "Ashamed, ashamed...... I haven't touched this thing for more than 20 years, I don't know how many ...... I remember."

Ren Tianbai's eyes were almost straight, there was a sword in the old monk's hand, it was clearly a sword hilt! The sword body didn't know where it went, even the sword hilt was a little shabby, only where the sword lattice, only a little bit could see that this was a sword hilt, if there was no sword lattice, it could only be regarded as an old iron!

"Are you ......" Shen Feiju stared at the hilt of the sword for a long time, suddenly raised his head, looked at the old monk for a long time, and seemed to be a little afraid: "You are the first bitter bamboo Zen master in the Dharma Hall of Shaolin Temple?"

Ren Tianbai didn't know much about the old things in the martial arts, but Gu Qiyun was shocked, and he couldn't even close his mouth a little, but he knew that this bitter bamboo monk was not trivial, and he was called the second best swordsman in the world with the head of Wudang, and the two were friends, equal to each other, only in terms of swordsmanship, almost no one in the rivers and lakes could match it!

When Gu Tuuyun's father told him about this battle, Gu Tuuyun was also in a trance, only hating that he was born late, and he couldn't see the duel between the world's swordsmanship masters, but he also knew that after the battle, Baisheng Mingyue disappeared, and the bitter bamboo monk and the Lianhua Dao people were also closed, and they never set foot in the rivers and lakes again, and they couldn't imagine that they would be able to see one of them today!