"Who are you, how long have you been hiding here?"

Murong Bo was shocked, Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng were also shocked, they didn't even notice its existence before the sweeping monk spoke!

"How long has ......it been? I don't remember exactly, I don't know if it was forty-two years, or forty-three years. When this old monk Xiao first came to see the scriptures at night, I ...... I've been here for more than 10 years. ”

"Later...... Later, the old monk Murong came, and a few years ago, there was a Tibetan monk Gu Mozhi...... You people, you make a mess of the scriptures in this pavilion, and I don't know what it is for......"

The words of the sweeping monk made Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan's faces change greatly, and none of the monks of Shaolin Temple noticed that the two of them came to Shaolin Temple to steal martial arts classics, how did this old monk know?

"The first night Xiao Jushi came to borrow a book of "Phaseless Robbery Fingers", it's a pity, since that night, Xiao Jushi has entered the Demon Dao!

Xiao Yuanshan's face changed completely, he was sure that there was absolutely no second person in the Scripture Pavilion at that time except for himself, how did this old monk know?

When Xiao Yuanshan was dumbfounded, the sweeping monk continued to say to himself,

The second time Xiao Jushi came to borrow it, it was a book of "Pranya Palm", the old monk knew that Xiao Jushi was enchanted by this, and he couldn't bear it, so he deliberately put two scriptures next to him, hoping that Xiao Jushi could borrow it to participate in the study and dissolve the shackles in his body. ”

After sighing, the sweeping monk raised his cloudy old eyes and glanced at Xiao Yuanshan and said,

"It's a pity that Xiao Jushi was obsessed, turned a blind eye to the two Buddhist scriptures, and left with an excited face after finding a copy of "Fu Wand", hey!

The sweeping monk's words made Xiao Yuanshan fall straight into the ice cellar, his back was dripping with cold sweat, and even his heart seemed to stop beating because of fear.

Could it be that this old monk is a ghost? How can he say that what he has done in this scripture pavilion for thirty years is so good?

"Murong Jushi, compared to Xiao Jushi, you are more greedy......"

The sweeping monk continued to talk eloquently, and Qin Hao listened to it on the side.

Look, look, look! This Nima is the advanced realm of the mouth cannon!

The tone was gentle, just to simply state the facts, but everything he said made Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo look like ghosts.

What is a master of pretending to be a mouthpiece, this is it!

Immediately afterwards, which one of the sweepers told Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan about the hidden dangers caused by the forcible cultivation of the seventy-two stunts.

The horror in Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's hearts was like a stormy wave, wave after wave, what the sweeping monk said was exactly the same as the physical condition of the two of them, as if they were experiencing it personally!

"The monk actually knew the root of his father's illness, and asked for help to save him, Xiao Feng was grateful!"

Xiao Feng's face showed an anxious look, and he immediately knelt down in front of the sweeping monk and pleaded.

The sweeping monk folded his hands and returned the salute to Xiao Feng: "Lord Xiao Shi, please get up, Ling Zun has killed too many people in the past and injured too many innocents, like Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, Master Xuanku, who should not have been killed!"

Xiao Feng was even more anxious when he heard this, but Qin Hao's face changed when he heard it, and when Xiao Yuanshan killed Qiao Sanhuai and his wife and Master Xuanku, this sweeping monk knew everything!

At that moment, a wave of anger rose violently from the bottom of his heart, and he stepped forward and pulled Xiao Feng up:

"Big brother, you don't have to beg him, my uncle's illness is because of forced cultivation, and there is a slight conflict between several peerless luck methods, and the hidden dangers buried in time have not been resolved, I have a way to help him get rid of them!"

"Third brother, do you really have a way?"

Xiao Feng was overjoyed, stood up, and looked at Qin Hao with bright eyes.

"Of course, big brother, have you seen me do something that I'm not sure of?"

Qin Hao smiled proudly, then looked at the sweeping monk, his eyes narrowed slightly,

"It's this monk's behavior that makes me very puzzled! You know that Uncle Xiao wants to kill my eldest brother's father-in-law and Master Xuanku, why don't you stop it?"

"With your skills, it can be said that it is easy to stop Uncle Xiao by taking action, but you are watching from the sidelines, and now you are taking it out to tell the story! If you don't save you when you die, I'm afraid it's no better than murder, right?"

As soon as Qin Hao's words came out, Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan immediately reacted, yes, looking at the appearance of this old monk, he should have been in this scripture pavilion all along, and he did not go to the square of the main hall of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple.

It is impossible for what happened there to be transmitted to this back mountain, how did this old monk know that Qiao Sanhuai and his wife and Xuan Ku were killed by Xiao Yuanshan?

There was only one possibility, and that was that he was there!

Qin Hao's words made the sweeping monk's indifferent face fluctuate a little, and a touch of struggle flashed in his eyes, although it was only a flash, but it was clearly seen by Qin Hao.

This old guy really witnessed everything happening, but chose to stand by and watch!

Hum!

What is a Taoist monk, but it is just a good look!

No, this old monk does not have the breath of Buddhism, but is mixed with the method of Taoism, I am afraid that the identity of this old monk is just a cover for his original identity.

"Amitabha!"

Facing Qin Hao's aggressive question and Xiao Feng's forced gaze, the sweeping monk showed a bitter smile on his face and let out a long sigh.

"What this donor said is right, I did witness everything, but at that time, I was haunted by my own demons and failed to save me, and now I think about it, I still feel guilty!"

Speaking of this, the sweeping monk suddenly straightened his body, the cloudy color in his eyes instantly dissipated, and the essence of light in his eyes burst out.

"Yesterday's demons were haunted, and it was a regret in my life to see death and not save them, and today we must not repeat the mistakes of the past! Old Donor Xiao, Old Donor Murong, let me ask you, if you can relieve each other's internal diseases and save each other from fire and water, are you willing?"

"Let me save this old man Murong Puppet? He killed my wife and children and ruined my life, I can't wait to tear him up and break his body into pieces!"

When Xiao Yuanshan heard this, he flatly refused, gritted his teeth, and said.

"In this way, you really want to see the old benefactor of Murong die before you can relieve the hatred in your heart?"

"Of course! The old man has been thinking about it day and night for thirty years, and there is only this blood feud!"

"That's easy, too!"

The sweeping monk nodded, walked towards Murong Bo, and suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped it on the top of Murong Bo's head.

The sweeping monk's palm was slapped, and Murong Bo's face suddenly changed greatly, and he raised his hand to block while his toes were on the ground and wanted to float back.

But the sweeping monk was like a shadow, and with a slight flick of his palm, he bypassed the arm blocked by Murong Boge, and slapped his palm on the Baihui acupoint above his head.

"Tianshan Six Yang Palms? Damn! How can this sweeping monk know the Tianshan Six Yang Palms, and use them so exquisitely?"