Xiao Yuanshan laughed wildly: "Since Xiao lost his wife and children thirty years ago, his heart has been like ashes, but he is just a broken skin walking in the world. Today, the Buddha blesses, Xiao can see my son become a talent with his own eyes, and nothing is a problem. ”

Next, he turned to a low voice: "Looking back, in the past 30 years, a certain person has acted absurdly and admitted that he has done a lot of wrong things. Since the master is willing to take him in, Xiao has been a Buddhist from now on, the ancient Buddha of the green light, praying for my son and atoning for his sins. ”

"Okay!" the sweeping monk smiled, "Then I will accept you, a closed disciple." ”

"Please also ask the master to give me a name!"

The sweeping monk said: "The names are all vain things, you are Xiao Yuanshan, and your law name is also Xiao Yuanshan." The shit Buddha is all illusory, and there is nothing in the body, let alone a name?"

Xiao Yuanshan said: "Grievances are empty, father and son are also empty, no guilt, no karma, no virtue and no merit." Thanks to Master, Xiao Yuanshan has been a Buddhist since then. ”

He saluted casually, and the sweeping monk did not shy away from it, and the position of master and apprentice was decided.

Qiao Feng watched from the sidelines, both relieved and sad.

It was not easy to find his father, but he did bad things with good intentions, and he was the big villain who framed himself. After a while, he actually entered the Buddha Gate again, and since then, the father and son have been separated by thousands of miles, and they can no longer fulfill their filial piety.

The sweeping monk finally didn't shoot in vain, anyway, he accepted a top master as an apprentice, and after Xiao Yuanshan's move, even if Qiao Feng's grievances were completely cleared, everyone took what they needed.

At this time, Xu Yang's mind "ding" sounded, and he didn't need to look to know that the system task was completed.

This also means that he has not much time left in this world.

Although it is not a perfect ending, most of the history that I want to change has changed.

Azhu is alive and well, Qiao Feng's grievances have been completely shaken off, and the original tragic fate of the two has changed.

As for whether Qiao Feng will regain the power of the beggar gang in the future, or whether he will go to the outside of the Saiwai to herd horses and sheep, it is up to him to decide.

The two villains, Ding Chunqiu and Murong Bo, are dead, and many hidden dangers in the martial arts have also been eliminated.

The entire Nakshatra Sect can be a peaceful and stable person, and they will no longer be hunted down and killed, and they will no longer kill people.

As for the fate of Duan Yu and Murong Bo, it also depends on their own choices, the relationship between the two and Xu Yang is not very close, and Xu Yang does not need to plan everything for them.

Xuzhu's fate has also changed, although it is still inevitable that he will be expelled from the Shaolin Temple, but at least his biological parents are living well, and he will be arranged at that time.

After thinking about it, there seems to be no need to be nostalgic here, Xu Yang is relaxed.

At this time, the sweeping monk said coldly: "Master You, if you are still free, you and I will agree to compete on a day, I don't know if you are interested?"

Xu Yang smiled: "Okay! Then it's noon tomorrow." ”

This battle was inevitable after all, because after all, a martial arts master as arrogant as a sweeping monk could not tolerate someone breaking his faith in front of him.

After all, Xu Yang didn't give him any face before, and killed a master like Murong Bo in front of him.

In addition, Xu Yang also has doubts, in the end. Is the sweeping monk the person he imagined?

Perhaps, through the fight, you can also find some clues.

If the sweeping monk is really a high-ranking monk as he thinks, and the problem between the two can be resolved peacefully, then it is naturally the best.

But now that he has decided to divide the winner from the loser, win or lose, and decide life and death, Xu Yang is not afraid of him.

At least there is a system, and there is an almost endless number of gold fingers, and the drugs provided by the system, etc., if this is the case, in the face of a master like a sweeping monk with obvious shortcomings, if he is still afraid, it is a little unnecessary.

Qiao Feng was a little unacceptable to his father's choice to become a monk and escape the world.

He and his father, separated since childhood, have never really met, today the two finally recognize each other, but in a short moment, they are separated from the monk and the lay.

Although it is not like before, you will not see it for a lifetime, but for a long time, it is still very inconvenient after all.

Qiao Feng said: "Father, why do you have to stay in Shaolin Temple? Forget everything, you go with me to Saiwai, and you will be responsible for herding the horses." I will give birth to you, so that the child can do the way of the son of man. ”

Xiao Yuanshan smiled and said: "Son, you have these filial piety, and you are already old and comforting for your father. In the first half of his life, he did many things that were sorry for the conscience of heaven and earth. If you can repent and think in front of the Buddha in the second half of your life, maybe in the next life, you can be reunited with your mother. ”

Speaking of the depths of love, even if he is a tough guy like Xiao Yuanshan, his eyes are slightly red.

Qiao Feng heard that he had made up his mind, hesitated for a moment, then stopped persuading, and instead walked to Xu Yang's side, and said: "Second brother, if necessary, when you meet that sweeping monk, you will ...... for your brother."

"It's good if you have a heart, big brother, since the younger brother agreed to his appointment, he has enough confidence. At that time, if the junior brother can't beat him, will you make another move, eldest brother?" Xu Yang saw that Qiao Feng took the initiative to ask for battle, knowing that he had let go of everything in his heart, and he was even more happy for him.

Qiao Feng nodded vigorously and didn't say anything more.

Abbot Xuanci saw that the matter had been understood, so he ordered someone to clean up the battlefield.

Murong Bo's body must be buried alive, after all, he is also a generation of martial arts masters, and it is impossible for him to be so violent in the corpse temple.

And the Scripture Pavilion also needs to be reorganized to avoid a resurgence.

Seeing that the matter was over, Xu Yang said goodbye and went down the mountain with Qiao Feng.

Soon, Master Xuanci had caught up, and after a few polite words, he said, "Master You, that child has been expelled from the mountain by Lao Gao. If possible, please ask the donor to help him. ”

Xu Yang knew that he was talking about Xuzhu, so he nodded and agreed.

It is better for a person to have humanity than to be indifferent to everything.

Since he robbed the fate of Xuzhu, he should naturally take care of him.

What's more, he also sympathized with this family of three from the bottom of his heart, even if they knew their identities, they could never recognize each other.

Compared with Xiao Yuanshan and Qiao Feng's father and son, this family is even more difficult to let go.

Master Xuanci got Xu Yang's promise, sincerely bowed to thank him, and then watched Xu Yang go down the mountain.

At this time, the morning glow has slowly risen, the sky is getting brighter, and outsiders are afraid that no one knows what happened in the Shaolin Temple this night.

............

After cleaning up all the trivial matters, he wrote a few more letters and handed them over to Qiao Feng.

"Brother Qiao, maybe after this battle, I will have to find my way. Xu Yang said seriously.

After all, he can leave at any time, and there are still a lot of bad things waiting for him in the Overworld, so he must find a reason before leaving.

He entrusted Qiao Feng to take care of Xuzhu on his behalf, at least take him to Drum Mountain, and it would be good to be a safe and stable little disciple under the Xingzhu Sect.

As for other aspects, a letter to Juxianzhuang's cheap father, and a letter to Ah Zi, the Xingzhu faction handed it over to her to toss.

For the rest, nothing serious.

He didn't have much more to do before he officially fought the sweeping monk.

Qiao Feng was still worried.

He knows Xiao Yuanshan's martial arts very well, back then in the Ma family compound, Qiao Feng chased Xiao Yuanshan for most of the day, when it comes to the length of internal force, maybe Qiao Feng is slightly better, but it is obvious that Xiao Yuanshan is not a good stubble.

can strangle Bai Shijing with one move, even Qiao Feng thinks that he may not be able to do it.

And such a person, when he joined forces with Murong Bo, was easily defeated by the sweeping monk, how could he not worry about Xu Yang?

Xu Yang understood, so he didn't persuade Qiao Feng either.

"Then the eldest brother will go up the mountain with me?"

"Good!"

The morning sun is not as hot as a few days ago, from the foot of Shaomu Mountain to the gate of Shaolin Temple, it takes an hour or two.

Xu Yang didn't want to use all his limited physical strength on climbing, so he still walked slowly up the mountain, never wasting any more physical strength.

Qiao Feng was guarding his side, even if it was just a competition with the sweeping monk, but he had to guard against being sneak attacked.

After all, Xu Yang is too famous now, who knows what demon clowns will come to make trouble on the rivers and lakes.

Fortunately, there were no extraneous complications, and the two arrived in time before noon.

Outside the door, there were more than 30 monks of the Shaolin Xuanzi generation lined up.

Even if most of them are not first-class masters like Xuan Ci, everyone has good skills, and the heritage of the entire Shaolin School can also be seen.

The sweeping monk was already waiting at the door.

Xiao Yuanshan did not appear, and his current identity is not suitable for appearing in public.

After all, over the years, the Central Plains martial artists who died under him were by no means a small number.

The sweeping monk still looked like he was bowing his head and eyebrows, as if he couldn't arouse his interest in anything except sweeping the fallen leaves.

But as the senior monks of the Xuanzi generation whispered, he also heard Xu Yang's footsteps, and a smile finally bloomed on his face.

Stopping the broom in his hand, the sweeping monk closed his eyes and enjoyed the calm before the battle.

It's been a long time since I've had a sense of anticipation.

Long before entering the temple, he had no opponents in the rivers and lakes.

Those enemies have long been killed, and all those who once died have died.

He hadn't done anything for decades.

Last night, it was just a small test, not a real hands-on.

Before and after, he only used three moves.

Not even a warm-up.

Today, in front of the gate of Shaolin Temple, let's let go of this rare boy in the world.

He had never been so excited.

Xu Yang also saw the sweeping monk.

This shabby-dressed old monk stands out as much as a flock.

At the level of Xu Yang, he no longer relies on his eyes to observe a person.

He looks at the gas.

An incomparable momentum erupted from the ordinary and weakened body of the sweeping monk as if it could not be suppressed.

This momentum is unstoppable.