Murong Fu watched quietly, and did not stop it, with his spiritual sense, he could clearly sense that the current Murong Bo seemed to be dead and dead, and his heart stopped, but he did not really die, but entered a state similar to suspended animation. He also understood a lot about the planner of the nameless old monk, which was an extremely clever method of treating internal injuries, which could make the life activities of the injured person completely silent, and treat them in the emptiness and insignificance.

Xiao Feng's father and son were dumbfounded, they really couldn't understand the current situation, their big enemy Murong Bo died so easily, and Murong Fu, who was a son, didn't react at all, like an outsider, which made people puzzled.

"Old monk Xiao, how do you feel in your heart now that you have taken revenge?" the nameless old monk asked slowly. Xiao Yuanshan's expression kept changing, his heart was extremely complicated, he was a little dazed for a while, and muttered: "Yes, I have been thinking about revenge all the time for thirty years, but now that the enemy is dead, I am not half happy, but more and more empty." The biggest obsession in Xiao Yuanshan's heart was revenge, but at this time, he watched Murong Bo die in front of him, and the revenge was avenged in an instant, but he was a little uncomfortable, like the pillar in his heart collapsed.

"Old donor Xiao, retribution for injustice, endless, Murong Lao Jushi died because of you, Murong Xiao Jushi is bound to find you for revenge, after you die, your son will also find him for revenge, so kill and kill, I'm afraid there will never be an end, since this is the case, then all these grievances will go with Lao Gao." The nameless old monk heard Xiao Yuanshan muttering to himself, smiled slightly, and his face was full of compassion, but suddenly appeared in front of Xiao Yuanshan, and he also slapped it with a palm, and came towards him Baihui acupoint. This move, the same as when he killed Murong Bo just now, almost no change, although Xiao Yuanshan was confused, but as a top martial artist, the instinct was still there, at the critical moment, the arm changed, and he used the robe to subdue the demon skill in a row, the Prajna palm technique, the Maha fingering method and other subtle mastery, trying to block this heavenly palm, but the result was still in vain, all his means seemed to have entered a void, the nameless old monk's movements were not hindered in the slightest, and he still seemed to shoot down towards his Baihui acupoint slowly.

Xiao Feng, who was on the side, saw this scene, his eyes were split, and he shouted, "Monks can't be, be merciful!" While speaking, he played a palm at the same time, the eighteen palms of the dragon descending this day to the most rigid and fierce palm was exerted to the extreme, a majestic and domineering palm power was swallowed out in an instant, towards the back of the nameless old monk, this move is the strategy of encircling Wei to save Zhao, Xiao Feng This person is stronger and stronger, knowing that the skill of the nameless old monk is far above him, but he has not lost the courage to shoot, it can be described as very brave, this palm is already the pinnacle of his life's martial arts, the power is shocking, one side of the world seems to be torn apart, making a violent whistling sound。

But the old monk turned a blind eye to Xiao Feng's world-dominating palm, a thin palm seemed to cross the void, and gently landed on the top of Xiao Yuanshan's head, with a soft sound, for Xiao Feng, it was tantamount to a thunderbolt from the sky, his father was killed in front of him, this result was a little too cruel.

At that moment, where Xiao Feng's palm power passed, there was a more and more tragic sound of dragon groaning, suddenly, Murong Fu suddenly appeared, waved his hand slightly, and a soft and dense force was slightly pulled on his tragic palm power, and with a bang, on the bluestone ground next to him, there was a violent explosion, and suddenly the dust flew and the gravel flew wildly, which showed how terrifying Xiao Feng's palm power was.

"Murong Fu, what do you mean by this?" Xiao Feng's eyes faintly glowed with a terrifying red light, and the anger in his heart had burned to the extreme, and it would explode at any time.

"Brother Xiao should calm down and continue to watch. Murong Fu's voice was clear and peaceful, like a piece of ice water, sprinkled in Xiao Feng's heart, making his boiling blood calm down a little, thinking about it carefully, it seems that the change just now is a little weird, the old monk's movements are also a little unusual, and Murong Fu's performance is enough to show that there are some problems with all this, Xiao Feng knows that Murong Fu, as a son of man, cannot watch his father die like this, this is the same as himself, since Murong Fu did not react, it means that things are different from what he saw, thinking of this, he gradually calmed down and carefully watched the movements of the nameless old monk。

Under the palm of his hand, Xiao Yuanshan's ending was exactly the same as Murong Bo's, no different, it was also a pause in breathing, and his vitality was extinguished, like a dead man, at this time, the nameless old monk suddenly lifted Murong Bo and the two of them with one hand, and the wind under his feet was like a glimpse of floating light, the speed was very exaggerated, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared in front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and walked towards the secluded place in the wilderness of Shaolin Houshan.

Under the doubts in Xiao Feng's heart, he couldn't care about a lot, and he also began to run wildly, and every step he took out made the ground clang, kicking up countless dust, and he was far away in the blink of an eye. At this time, Murong Fu followed, his feet fluttering, as if riding the wind, indifferently elegant, showing a peerless light skill.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Xiao Feng and Murong Fu had already arrived in the depths of the Shaolin back mountain, on a wilderness, surrounded by a gentle breeze and overgrown vegetation, the nameless old monk had already stopped with Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan. I saw a green shadow revolving around Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan, and the nameless old monk kept stretching out his palm and slapping on the many big points on Murong Bo's body, the technique was unpredictable, the strength was different, and it was full of endless mysteries.

"May I ask the monk, why is this?" Even if Xiao Feng was confused, he knew at this time that his father was very likely not dead, otherwise the old monk would not have run wild in the wilderness with the corpses of the two, and now he was slapping them continuously.

"The old man took them for a while to dredge up some qi and blood. The nameless old monk said slowly while doing the exercises, his voice was like in his ears, without the slightest reluctance, you can imagine how amazing this person's martial arts are. Such a mysterious treatment method must be single-minded and concentrated, but this old monk can still divide his spirit to answer his doubts, which is enough to show that he has more than enough to use such mysterious methods, without the slightest reluctance.

"Brother Xiao, Ling Zun and his father were just sealed by the palm power of the monk, and entered a state of suspended death, not real death, the two of them practiced Shaolin martial arts, went mad, the situation was extremely serious, a secret injury has penetrated into the bone marrow and viscera, and it can be treated with unusual methods, and now the monk is using his own skills to guide the two of them to regain their vitality, from life to death, from death to life, so that they can treat their stubborn diseases. Murong Fu looked at the nameless old monk Shi Wei with burning eyes, and while explaining to Xiao Feng, he watched carefully, this monk's martial arts are extremely skillful, even Murong Fu himself, and he is not necessarily better than the other party, for example, he can't use this treatment method now, this not only requires a deep understanding of Shaolin martial arts, but also needs to know the injuries on Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo well, so that he can have enough confidence in the treatment, even if he comes by himself, it may not be easier than this old monk, let alone treat Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo at once。

But at this time, the old monk ran faster and faster, and his palms almost became a virtual shadow, making it difficult to distinguish, and saw that Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were above their heads, and began to emit a white gas, which was very strange, just like that, after another cup of tea, the old monk walked to the two of them, raised their palms, and made their hands hold each other, at this time, the two of them trembled slightly, and they had gradually breathed, but Xiao Yuanshan's face was full of red light, blazing like fire, while Murong Bo was full of green energy, extremely cold, and looked diametrically opposite, Xiao Feng was happy to see that there were many doubts, and Murong Fu also nodded slightly, knowing that the old monk's treatment had gradually improved, and soon, Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan's breathing became heavier and shorter, like wind and thunder, whirring, and they could hear it clearly from afar.

Suddenly, I only heard the old monk shouting: "Duh! The four hands hold each other, and the internal breath corresponds, using yin to help yang, and yang to turn yin." Wang Baxiong's picture, the sea of blood and deep hatred, all return to dust, disappear into invisible!" Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's four hands were originally holding each other, and when they heard the old monk drinking, they couldn't help but tighten their palms, and the internal breath in their bodies poured towards each other, integrating and comprehending, and making up for the deficiency with surpluses, the faces of the two gradually turned red and turned blue, and became pale, and after a while, the two opened their eyes at the same time and smiled at each other.

After the two of them sobered up, they knelt in front of the old monk hand in hand, only to hear the old monk say: "You two have gone from life to death, from death to life, what else can you not let go of in your heart? If Shicai dies, what else do you have to revive Dayan and take revenge on your wife?" Xiao Yuanshan said: "The disciple has been a monk in Shaolin Temple for thirty years, it is all fake, and there is no compassion for the disciples of Buddhism. The old monk said: "You don't want to avenge the murder of your wife?" Xiao Yuanshan replied: "The disciple has killed countless people in his life, if the family members of the people I killed come to me for revenge, although the disciple has died a hundred times, he is not enough." The old monk turned to Murong Bo and said, "What about you?" Murong Bo smiled slightly and said, "The common people are like dust, and the emperor is like dust. Dayan is empty if it does not return to the country, and it is also empty when it is restored. Then the old monk laughed and said, "Great enlightenment, good and good." Murong Bo said: "Please accept the master as a disciple and be more enlightened." ”

This change not only made Xiao Feng in a trance, but even some Shaolin monks who rushed here later were also incomprehensible, but they still proclaimed the Buddha's name one by one and chanted non-stop.

Only Murong Fu vaguely understood a lot, and sighed in his heart that Buddhism's cultivation in spiritual power is unique, compared to what he himself has learned, and there is some subtlety, but it is the old monk who treated the two just now, and the last drink can be described as a kind of mysterious magic power in Buddhism。

Murong Fu has nothing to oppose this joint, this is actually the best ending, in addition, unless Murong Fu directly kills Xiao Feng's father and son, he really doesn't know how to solve the grudge between the two sides.