"How is it possible!" Murong Bo and Xiao Feng looked at the terrifying scene in front of them, and they couldn't calm down for a long time, and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Amitabha, please stop it. The nameless old monk's tone was indifferent, his whole body trembled slightly, and the heavy aura shook, Xiao Yuanshan snorted, and retreated several steps in succession. In one move, he was defeated, and he roamed the rivers and lakes for decades, and this situation was the first time he had encountered it.

"What kind of kung fu are you, even the old man's power is useless?" Xiao Yuanshan couldn't help but ask, shocked.

"Old Master Xiao is so pure in his palm, if he is really a genius, this Shaolin stunt is really in your hands to the realm of perfection, it's a pity, it's a pity. The nameless old monk first sighed, then sighed. This completely different performance before and after made Xiao Yuanshan more and more suspicious in his heart, and he didn't understand that this old monk praised his Shaolin kung fu for a while, and then said that it was a pity, whether it was a bluff or another mystery, he couldn't determine it for a while.

"Why is it a pity, Xiao Lao's power is even inferior to the old man's palm, his penance in the past thirty years is by no means vain, why is this monk a pity?" Murong Bo asked out loud, although he had an enmity with Xiao Yuanshan, he still admired this person's martial arts attainments very much, and now when he heard the nameless old monk sigh regretfully, he was very puzzled in his heart.

"Over the years, Xiao Lao Jushi has repeatedly entered the Shaolin Temple to check the martial arts classics, and worked hard to understand and practice, don't you know that you have entered the demon path since the first day of practice, how can it not be a pity? The nameless old monk spoke softly, falling in Xiao Yuanshan's ears, but it was no less than thunder, making him tremble all over his body and drenched in cold sweat, just because these two secret injuries were the most secret things he had done over the years, except for himself, no outsider had ever known half of it, but now he was exactly what the nameless old monk said, how not to make him feel horrified. At that moment, he couldn't help but say: "Monk Mingjian, that's exactly the case. The old monk said again: "The numbness on your Guan Yuan acupoint, how has it been lately?" Xiao Yuanshan said in a trembling voice: "This numbness was the size of a finger ten years ago, and recently, it has become as big as a bowl recently. Xiao Yuanshan said, but his heart became more and more frightened, looking at the old monk in front of him, but as if he had seen an omnipotent ghost, even the seemingly cloudy eyes seemed to be able to see through all his secrets, and there was a layer of oil sweat behind him.

Xiao Feng listened to it on the side, and couldn't help but feel heavy, from the conversation between the two, he had already seen that his father Xiao Yuanshan seemed to have a terrible dark disease, and the consequences were unpredictable, he couldn't help but say: "Since the monk knows the root of his father's illness, please be merciful and save one or two, Xiao Feng is grateful for the great virtue!"

The nameless old monk shook his head slightly, the sleeves of his robe flicked, and a soft and mellow real force held Xiao Feng up, "Xiao Daxia has become famous in the rivers and lakes over the years, although the old man is not out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he has also heard of your name, he is really a rare handsome man in the world's martial arts, and he doesn't need so much courtesy." ”

Xiao Yuanshan came back to his senses a little, and hurriedly asked: "Dare to ask the monk, why did the old man's injury come about? Over the years, I have studied diligently, and I have made great progress in my skills, why are there so many secret injuries?" This truth is not known to everyone in the monks, but after a person has practiced four or five stunts, his comprehension of Zen theory is naturally hindered. In my Shaolin faction, it is called the martial arts barrier, and it is ideally connected with the knowledge barrier of other sects. It is necessary to know that Buddhism is seeking to cross the world, martial arts lies in killing, the two are opposite, mutually restrictive, only the higher the Dharma, the more prosperous the year of compassion, the deeper the martial arts skills can be practiced, but the cultivation has reached such a realm of high monks, but disdain to learn more powerful killing methods, Xiao Lao Jushi over the years, dedicated to studying the martial arts classics of my Shaolin school, what he thinks about day and night is all kinds of attack and killing methods, for all kinds of classics of my Buddhism, the subtle words of the predecessors of the past generations are disdainful, in this way, martial arts naturally entered the devil's way, the deeper the Shaolin stunt practice, the greater the damage to yourself, and the many dark wounds on your body are like this。 ”

"This, this martial arts is martial arts, how can it still be related to Buddhism?" Xiao Yuanshan heard this, his heart was both frightened and puzzled, and he couldn't help muttering to himself. Everything that this nameless monk said is reasonable, and it seems to contain extremely profound truths, but it is mysterious and mysterious, making people scratch their heads.

Not only him, but even Murong Bo and Xiao Feng were also confused, as if they believed it or not.

"Old monk Murong, you Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu have suffered from ten thousand needles three times a day on the three acupoints, what has happened these days?" the nameless old monk continued. Murong Bo's expression changed greatly, but his face was still the same, and he said coldly: "The monk wouldn't say that the secret injuries on the old man's body were also caused by the practice of Shaolin martial arts, right? At this point, he and Xiao Yuanshan are quite similar, both of them are determined, unrepentant characters, and have rich life experience, how can they easily believe the words of others.

"Alas, it's wrong, old monk Murong, you are completely wrong, you are practicing Shaolin martial arts, and there is a conflict with the inheritance of your Gusu Murong clan, plus you are bent on success, how can you not make a mistake? If you don't believe it, ask Murong Xiaojushi. The nameless old monk sighed again.

"Fu'er, what this old monk said is really true? How can we people who practice martial arts, practice martial arts, and study hard to attain enlightenment, have anything to do with the flow of Buddhism?"

"Alas, father, what this monk said, there is no mistake in it, you and Mr. Xiao have a dark illness in the body, originally because of the practice of Shaolin peerless, this is true, you always think that martial arts is martial arts, nothing to do with others, this itself is already wrong, the real way of martial arts, broad and profound, which is profound, in terms of Middle Earth martial arts, if it is just a second- or third-rate ordinary martial artist, it is enough to only consider martial arts classics, but if you want to reach the real superior realm of martial arts, all of them do not need profound wisdom truth, Middle Earth martial arts, in the final analysis, is also derived from Buddhism and Taoism, and want to really practice a martial arts to the peak of the realmShaolin martial arts, although it originates from Tianzhu Dharma, has taken root in the Middle Earth for hundreds of years, and has been perfected through generations of monks, and the original Tianzhu martial arts has been different, during which all kinds of mysteries are not only the way of martial arts, but also need to join the wisdom of Buddhism, so that the real Zen and martial arts can be achieved, and you and Mr. Xiao, dedicated to the study of Buddhism's martial arts, for the Buddhist Zen Zen to attack and kill, for the Buddhist Zen Doctrine contained in the knowledge is not much, over time, it is natural to have problems。 ”

Murong Fu explained angrily, but he heard the nameless old monk suddenly praise: "Okay, what a combination of Zen and martial arts, Murong Xiao's comprehension of Buddhism and martial arts is already unfathomable, if Shaolin's stunts want to learn, I am afraid that it will be invincible!" Murong Fu smiled lightly.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were in turmoil, and they vaguely seemed to understand something, but in a blink of an eye, their inspiration dissipated, and their hearts were empty and unspeakably uncomfortable.

"Old monk Murong, old monk Xiao, the two of you have a deep grudge, but you are both secretly injured, and your life is not long, until now, can you still not let go of hatred and persistence in your heart?" The nameless old monk looked at Murong Bo and the two of them, and said to themselves.

"Hmph, the old man is over sixty years old, even if he dies on the spot, he has no regrets, but the revenge of killing his wife must be avenged, Murong old thief, today the old man is bound to share life and death with you. ”

"Okay, good, Brother Xiao has this Yaxing, and the old man should accompany him!"

Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan shouted angrily, and between each other, their eyes were agitated, as if there was a flow of electric light, and they were murderous.

"Amitabha, the murderous thoughts in the hearts of the two of you are blazing, and it seems that it cannot be resolved, since this is the case, then the old man asked the last sentence, the injuries on the two of you can only be healed by the other party, in this way, do you still have to kill each other?"

The nameless old monk's words made Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's expressions more and more gloomy, and they didn't believe it in their hearts.

"The two laymen don't believe what the old man said? You are wrong again, what the old man said is true, Xiao Lao layman, the masculine and domineering spirit around you is too strong, so that yin and yang cannot help each other, and there are many dark injuries, on the contrary, Murong old layman, you are surrounded by cold and blocked, naturally it is difficult to balance yin and yang, only each other can save each other, what do you two think?"

"Impossible!" "Absolutely impossible. Xiao Yuanshan and the two snorted coldly at the same time and said.

"Well, well, then, let all iniquity be to the old man. After the nameless old monk finished speaking, he suddenly stepped out, and appeared in front of Murong Bo in the blink of an eye, this move is incredible, even with Murong Bo's Xuangong, it is difficult to react, only to feel that it is dark in front of him, and an old palm is fluttering towards his own Baihui, he was shocked, he didn't dare to have any reservations, the palm of his hand flipped, the fingers flicked, and he used the fingers of the ginseng, the flower fingers, the Doroye fingers, and many other fingering mastery, the fingers were soft and dense, everywhere, but in the face of the nameless old monk, all this was completely useless, the old monk's palm seemed to be slow, but in fact, it slapped on the top of his head in an instant, poof, a mouthful of black blood spurted out, Murong Bo was already on the ground, and he didn't have any breath.