"Dad, you are!" Xiao Feng hurriedly took a few steps forward and exclaimed in shock. Xiao Yuanshan smiled indifferently, his expression was unprecedentedly warm and mellow, and he no longer had the same ferocity as before, "Feng'er, you have realized everything for your father, you should congratulate me, and you should remember that from now on, your father will be a monk in Shaolin, and you will never return to Daliao, since you are the king of the Southern Courtyard of Daliao, you need to be loyal to the country, protect the land and the people, as for the past hatred and grievances, let them go." Xiao Yuanshan solemnly instructed, Xiao Feng's eyes were slightly red, but he nodded in response, and then kowtowed a few more times before standing up.

"Fu'er, you are the same, whether Dayan is prosperous or not, everything is up to you, if you can't do anything, you don't have to force it, the world should go with its flow, since my Dayan was ruined and the country was destroyed, it was also like this, our future generations, it is good to be successful, and it is nothing if it is not successful. Murong Bo's originally gloomy and deep gaze also became clear and kind at this time, and he replied to Murong in a harmonious voice. "Father's rest assured is that I have been dedicated to the pursuit of martial arts, and I have no extravagant expectations for the world. In the future, you will follow the monks in Shaolin, and if you can attain the supreme path of martial arts, it will also be a good thing. Murong Fu smiled faintly, he was somewhat relieved to see that Murong Bo had come to his senses, and from then on, he had nothing to worry about, and his heart was free from obstacles, which was the blessing of the seeker.

Murong Bo was slightly stunned, sighed, and said no more.

"Good, good!" Seeing this, the nameless old monk called the Buddha again and again, smiling, his efforts today were not in vain.

As soon as everyone finished speaking, the Shaolin monks stepped forward one after another, solemnly saluted the nameless old monk, and said: "The Dharma of the monks is boundless, please preach and solve doubts for us." "These people just listened to some unknown old monks' remarks about Shaolin Buddhism and martial arts, and saw with their own eyes his ability to use magic to save people, and they were shocked and admired, and felt that this old monk was really a peerless master of Shaolin Temple, and they had the heart to ask for advice.

"That's it, Buddhism is vast, since you are destined to be here, how can the old man be stingy with some insights?" The old monk did not refuse, and began to talk about Buddhism and martial arts in this wild place, even for Xiao Feng and Murong Fu, two people outside Shaolin, there was no concealment.

The nameless old monk lived in seclusion in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for decades, a body of martial arts Buddhism through the heavens and the earth, at this time to explain the wonderful meaning of Buddhism, the essence of martial arts, but also to pinch it, do whatever you want, and the words are beautiful, thought-provoking, many people have a sense of enlightenment.

After talking for more than half an hour, the nameless old monk was silent, those Shaolin monks did not care, but the joy in their hearts was very, in a short period of time, for them no less than years of penance, and at this time, since they know the identity of the old monk, but also know that he lives in the Shaolin Temple Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, then the opportunity to ask for advice in the future is naturally great, and there is no need to rush for a while, plus today's Shaolin events are frequent, they also have a lot of affairs to deal with, and they will not be forced.

After the Shaolin monk left, the nameless old monk also returned to Shaolin with Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan, as for Murong Fu and Xiao Feng, although the two of them could not be regarded as turning enemies into friends, they did not have the previous tense atmosphere, and they each went to the bottom of Shaolin Mountain.

After they returned, at the foot of Shaomu Mountain, the flow of people had dispersed a lot, but there were still many people waiting, a few of them were naturally Deng Baichuan and other Murong retainers, and some of them were solemn and murderous, obviously those who wanted to wait for Xiao Feng's revenge.

"The prince is back, what about the old master, how is he?" everyone asked when they saw Murong Fu coming back.

"My father has been under the guidance of a monk in Shaolin Temple, and he has been enlightened and converted to Buddhism since then, so we don't have to worry about him, if there is nothing to do, let's return to Yanziwu. Murong Fu roughly talked about what happened in the Shaolin Temple, and he was amazed when he heard Bao Wei and the others, especially the nameless old monk in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, which was even more shocking.

"Son, who is the nameless old monk in the Shaolin Temple? I have been walking the rivers and lakes for so many years, and I also know a little about many masters in Shaolin, why have I never heard of them in addition to those senior monks of the Xuanzi generation? And according to what you said, this old monk's martial arts have reached the realm of transcendence, and it is by no means comparable to ordinary people in the martial arts?" Over the years, Deng Baichuan has controlled many forces under the command of the Murong family, and he knows almost all the masters of various sects and factions on the rivers and lakes, and at this time, he was shocked when he heard Murong Fu say that there was such a powerful master hidden in Shaolin.

"Hehe, you don't know, this monk is very old, I'm afraid that he is over 100 years old, and he has not walked on the rivers and lakes for more than 40 years, even the Shaolin Temple itself, if it weren't for such a big thing today, I'm afraid I wouldn't know the whereabouts of this person, it's not surprising that you don't know. Murong Fu explained lightly. "I see! This world is so big in martial arts, the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger, it seems that I will sit in the well and watch the sky in the past. Deng Baichuan and the others sighed, and they were a lot more vigilant in their hearts, in the past, they felt that with their own and others' martial arts, coupled with the strength of the Murong family, they were already considered behemoths on the rivers and lakes, but now it seems that this is a little impossible, no one knows how many powerful masters are hidden in the mountains and wilderness, if you accidentally provoke one of them, then I am afraid that you will die without turning a blind eye.

"Don't worry, although there are a few hidden masters in this world, they are not as serious as you think, as for those who are nameless gods and monks, those who have achieved the realm of heavenly and great masters are even rarer, and there are almost no more. Murong Fu sighed angrily, he himself is the realm of the great master of the heavenly people, he has a deep understanding of how difficult this realm is, he has accumulated for several lifetimes, until this life, it can be regarded as a thick accumulation, plus a few chances, it is really possible to break through the realm of the great grandmaster, other people in the martial arts, even if they are geniuses of the sky, it is even more difficult to achieve the realm of the great grandmaster, it is extremely rare to have such a sweeping monk, if there are a few more, then he will be happy, like him standing at the peak of martial arts, it is too difficult to find a person who can talk about the Tao。

While a few people were talking, Xiao Feng on the other side was already preparing to return to Daliao, and the Yanyun Eighteen Iron Cavalry he brought died three or four in the battle not long ago, and many of the remaining people were injured, but they rode forward, with a majestic momentum, and still had an invincible momentum, which made people dare not take their edge.

Seeing that Xiao Feng and his party were about to leave, some people wanted to step forward to stop them under the boiling killing intent, but they couldn't stop Xiao Feng's three moves and two styles, and in the blink of an eye, they were knocked to the ground, vomiting blood.

Even the Shaolin Temple, for various reasons, did not stop Xiao Feng from leaving, and after a while, in the sound of horses' hooves, Xiao Feng and his party had already left.