After Murong Bo found out that the Shaolin monks had arrived, his heart moved and he jumped onto the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Xiao Yuanshan didn't think about it when he saw this, he followed directly behind, for the culprit of the Yanmen Pass tragedy that year, he said that he would not let it go.

Murong Fu got Murong Bo's transmission, and he also jumped into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and Xiao Feng also jumped into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion when he saw this, and entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Seeing this, Huang Qi and the monks of the Shaolin faction also went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the former was worried that Murong and his son would take the opportunity to escape, and the latter four were worried that the fight between the four would damage the scriptures of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and were ready to stop it.

In the Scripture Pavilion, the Xiao family and his son did not fight with Murong father and son, because in the middle of the two sides, there was an old monk with a broom.

"Sweeping monk!"

Huang Qi frowned slightly when he saw this, the skill of this sweeping monk was even more advanced than he imagined, the person was on this scripture pavilion, he Huang Qi didn't even find it outside, it can be seen how powerful it is. Although it can't be said that high skill must be high martial arts, but at such an age as a sweeping monk, martial arts moves must have been practiced to the realm of returning to the basics, and it is too difficult to take advantage of him in moves again.

The four monks of Xuan Pain did not know that the sweeping monk had peerless martial arts, but he was an ordinary old monk in this temple, seeing him standing in the middle of the two sides, worried about his safety, he immediately said loudly: "The four donors, it is better to settle the grievances than to settle them, and I hope that the four donors can abandon the past and shake hands and make peace." ”

"Humph!"

Xiao Yuanshan snorted coldly when he heard this: "What the master said is light, the old man's family that Murong Bo harmed is ruined, and if he doesn't take revenge today, the old man vows not to give up." ”

Xiao Feng also said: "The enmity of the parents is not shared, Xiao Feng was born as a son of man, and this revenge has to be avenged!"

Murong Bo said in a deep voice: "If you fight alone, my father and son will not be afraid of your father and son." The implication is that Huang Qi intervened, and his father and son fell into disadvantage.

Xuan Pain said: "The four donors, this place is the scripture pavilion of this faction, which contains the scriptures accumulated by the sect for more than 100 years, which are extremely precious, and I hope that the four donors will not use force here and break the scriptures." ”

Murong Bo said: "If the three of them are unwilling to give up, my Murong father and son can naturally only accompany them to the end, if there is a bad scripture of your sect, I can only ask a few masters to forgive me." "This is the purpose of Murong Bo coming up to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, there are scriptures and secret books collected by the Shaolin faction here, which are extremely precious, and the monks of the Shaolin faction will definitely not watch the two sides fight and destroy this place, so that their father and son will have a chance to leave. It was also the scheming Murong Bo who could think of this method in a hurry.

Hearing this, Xiao Feng immediately said to the sweeping monk: "Please also ask this master to leave this place, don't be injured by us." ”

Hearing this, the sweeping monk nodded and said, "Good, good! Xiao Jushi is kind-hearted, and he is really a bodhisattva." ”

Xiao Feng said politely when he heard this: "Master Miao praised!"

The sweeping monk said: "Xiao Jushi..."

didn't wait for the sweeping monk to continue, but Huang Qi interrupted: "Old Mr. Xiao, Xiao Daxia, I will block this old monk, how about the two of you deal with Murong father and son?"

Xiao Yuanshan was surprised when he heard this, looked at the sweeping monk and said, "Huang Gongzi, don't you think that this master is a master in the world?"

Huang Qi nodded and said, "This master's martial arts are only higher than him. ”

The sweeping monk looked at Huang Qi and said: "This sect of Yi Jin Sutra, you have practiced to the realm of Yi Marrow, in today's world, I am afraid that there is no one who can defeat you." ”

Huang Qi shook his head slowly when he heard this: "This is not true, at least the master's skills are higher and deeper than those below, that is, what kind of exercises the master is practicing, you can't see it below, compared to the master, it is far worse in the lower." ”

The sweeping monk said: "When you came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to get seventy-two stunts, the old monk noticed you, more than ten years ago, the old monk didn't notice that you are such a genius, it is really strange." ”

Huang Qi smiled and said, "Master, this is the grudge of ordinary people like me, so don't interfere, how about it?"

Hearing this, the sweeping monk looked at Murong and his son, shook his head, and said to Huang Qi: "Old monk Murong is running out of time, why should you embarrass him?"

"What does the master mean by this?" Murong Bo's heart sank when he heard this, and he also said that the sweeping monk wanted to join forces with Huang Qi to deal with him.

Without waiting for the sweeping monk to answer, Huang Qi shouted: "Master, if you don't leave, you will be rude." ”

"Good, good! The old monk is leaving!"

The sweeping monk saluted eleventh, turned around and walked towards the staircase, and said: "Old monk Xiao and old monk Murong have not had much time, and it is a great good thing to understand grievances here today." ”

Huang Qi's heart sank when he heard this, and he suddenly felt bad.

"Master and slow!"

Sure enough, as Huang Qi was worried about, Xiao Feng called out to stop the sweeping monk, jumped in front of the sweeping monk, and turned around.

"Master, my father's time is running out, please make it clear. ”

Xiao Jushi wanted to know, and the old monk was too talkative. ”

The sweeping monk stopped his pace and said loudly: "The seventy-two stunts of this temple, each of which can hurt people and take people's lives, are fierce and ruthless, and are very dry. This truth is not known to everyone in this temple, but after a person has practiced four or five stunts, his comprehension of Zen theory will naturally be hindered. In my Shaolin sect, it is called 'martial arts barrier', which is the same as the 'knowledge barrier' of other sects. It is important to know that Buddhism is seeking to cross the world, and martial arts lies in killing, and the two are contrary to each other and mutually controlled. Only the higher the Dharma, the more compassionate the thought, the higher the martial arts skills can be practiced, but the monks who have reached such a state of cultivation do not bother to learn more powerful killing methods. ”

Huang Qi didn't stop the sweeping monk from talking, because when Xiao Feng came forward to stop the sweeping monk, he knew that it was useless to stop him again. Fortunately, even if Murong Bo's injuries were healed, he would either stay in the temple, or with Xiao Yuanshan, the enemy, he would almost be abolished. If there is only one Murong Fu left, it would be easier for him Huang Qi to kill him.

"What does your sect of martial arts have to do with my father?"

Xiao Feng asked after hearing this, but he didn't know that his father Xiao Yuanshan secretly practiced the seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin Sect, and he had already left a deep wound, if there was no sweeping monk to help, he would have died soon. (To be continued.) )