Chapter 152 - [Fire Meal Monk, Sweeping Monk]

Murong Fu continued to fly to Bodhi Temple, and after dozens of breaths, he finally arrived at his destination.

At this time, there was chaos everywhere in the temple, but there were few people guarding the Bodhi Temple, and they were all small monks of the Zhizi generation. As soon as Murong Fu rushed in, he looked for the big bronze mirror in the memory of the plot. A few little monks came up and scolded, but they didn't look at it, and killed them directly.

Hurry forward, have seen the hall is enough to have a person high bronze mirror, the bronze mirror is smooth and shining, in the light printed their own figure, handsome, momentum upright.

"Everything has a way, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, as it is. ”

Murong Fu smiled faintly, saw the four verses engraved on the bronze mirror, silently read it, stretched out his hand and pressed it, and pressed it on the four words "a dream is like this" in the four poems.

"Haha, this 'Yi Jin Sutra' is really effortless!"

Murong Fu was overjoyed, and stretched out his hand to touch the small hole in the dark grid, which was empty and angry. Hurriedly moved the bronze mirror to look around, fortunately I saw a booklet behind the bronze mirror, picked it up and looked at it, it was the Yijin Sutra, overjoyed, as if in my arms, strided, and hurriedly jumped out of the Bodhi Temple.

At this time, the treasure has been obtained, and it is time to leave the Shaolin Temple happily.

Murong Fu Lingbo moved slightly, like flying lightning, between two or three breaths, the person had rushed out of the Bodhi Temple, and at this moment, he suddenly heard a withered old voice behind him, and said helplessly: "Hey! It turns out that there is so much chaos in the temple, it was actually disturbed by a kid, who stole the scriptures of the Bodhi Temple, and the martial arts are about to cause a storm." ”

"Who, who?......"

Murong turned around and looked around, but there was no one in sight. I saw that under the faint light of the Bodhi Temple, a broom was placed on the steps.

"Your sister, it can't be the sweeping monk, isn't he? Hasn't he always been in the Scripture Pavilion? Why did he suddenly appear in the Bodhi Temple? Okay, if you want to challenge your master, then let me see what you can do. ”

Thinking about it, Murong Fu shouted in response and scolded: "Hey, who was talking just now? Do you want to meddle in your business when you come out to meet the master? Believe it or not, I screwed your head off." ”

The voice finally sounded again: "Little donor, don't be quick to speak, now that you have the scriptures, why don't you leave quickly, do you want to be discovered by the monks in the temple? If you are discovered, I am afraid you will never be able to get away again." ”

"Hehe, what kind of monk can make me unable to escape. Old monk, it is you, are you a sweeping monk in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, I want to see and understand, and there is a kind of hindrance that I try. ”

The old voice replied: "The little donor is wrong, the old monk is just an old monk in the fire room, where is the sweeping monk of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion." However, maybe the old monk who swept the floor has already come, why don't you leave quickly, don't you want to live?"

"How is it possible, old monk, don't lie to people, who are you? My martial arts are so high that I boast that I am rare in the world, if someone approaches, how can I not hear it. ”

Murong Fu shouted, listening carefully, but there was no sound.

But after only a few moments, the wind could be heard in the night to the west, the sound of a man coming from the wind.

"Little donor, do you hear, it's already here, the old monk went first, you can do it yourself. ”

The old voice spoke again, but it was in a different direction from the wind from there, and the person who spoke was not the same person as the person who came from the wind over there.

"Hey, I said old monk, don't go, but come out to play!"

Murong Fu screamed a few times, but he couldn't hear the old man's voice anymore, and at this moment, the person who came from the wind appeared over there, holding a broom in his hand, standing lightly on the courtyard wall of the Bodhi Temple, describing it as withered, like a dead man.

"Your sister, this person can't really be a sweeper, why did he appear like a ghost? Just in time, I can fight him and weigh my martial arts cultivation. ”

Thinking that he didn't wait for the sweeping monk to make any moves, he raised his palm and slashed, and the Seven Evil Profound Knives were sacrificed.

The sweeping monk moved slightly, and suddenly raised the broom and pushed it forward, the air instantly distorted, and a wall of qi shaped like a substance was crossed in front of him in a moment. Murong Fu's Xuan Dao slashed away, but he couldn't break through the qi wall.

"Push the gas into a wall, block external forces, grandma, this guy has reached the realm of the great martial arts master, I am only at the top of the realm, he is two realms higher than me. ”

Scolding in his heart, Murong Fu didn't dare to stay, and hurriedly flew out.

The sweeping monk didn't chase him, and with a finger of the broom, a fierce aura turned into an arrow, and went straight through to chase Murong Fu, expecting to be able to kill Murong Fu.

Standing on the courtyard wall, he didn't understand how to move, looked at the empty Bodhi Courtyard lightly, and said lightly: "Old friend, I didn't expect to hear your voice again today, you and I have been hiding in the Shaolin Temple for more than 50 years, you should always see each other, why don't you come out to see it." ”

The sweeping monk asked the fire monk who had just spoken to Murong Fu who claimed to be a monk in the fire dining room, and he didn't know what kind of relationship these two people had, and why they had hidden in Shaolin Temple together for more than 50 years.

However, it seems that the appearance of the sweeping monk was not for Murong Fu to steal the Yijin Sutra, but to come to meet the fire food monk. However, the Fire Monk never appeared again.

In the distance of the Bodhi Temple, there was soon a painful snort from Murong Fu, although he drove Ling Bo to run fast, although he was far away, he was actually injured by the sweeping monk.

"Grandma's! It seems that I really met the sweeping monk. I dare to hurt my master, and I will never spare you! Look at how I burned down your nest!"

Murong Fu grabbed a handful of "Hundred Flowers Jade Dew Pill" and put it in his mouth, a very vicious thought sprung up, his steps turned slightly, ignoring the wound on his back, and floated towards the Shaolin Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

Not long after, Murong Fu had already lit a fire in the Scripture Pavilion, and after watching the fire burn, he floated away and left happily.

The Cangjing Pavilion burst into flames, the bell in the Shaolin Temple rang more violently, and the "Dong Dong Dong" rang non-stop, and it didn't take long for a large number of Shaolin disciples to rush towards the Cangjing Pavilion. At this time, no one had the leisure to pursue Murong Fu Qiao Feng.

The two easily ran out of the Shaolin Temple to meet and headed towards the bottom of the Shaolin Mountain.

After a night of fighting, after leaving Shaomu Mountain, Murong Fu felt very tired, and his back was faintly painful when he was hit by a sweeping monk, and he felt that there were no Shaolin disciples chasing him behind him, so he proposed to rest in the forest.

After stopping, Murong Fu recuperated on his own, closed his eyes and meditated.

Qiao Feng took out the fire fold and lit a pile of wood to make a fire, and the firelight illuminated, and suddenly found that Murong Fu's face was full of iron and bruised, and he was extremely injured, so he was so frightened that he hurriedly stepped forward to investigate.

I saw that there was a bloody wound on Murong Fu's back, as big as a thumb, and although it had been scarred, it could be seen that it was very painful.

"Second brother, what's wrong with you, who was injured, is there really a peerless monk in the Shaolin Temple? Why can't even the second brother resist. ”

Murong Fu gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and said slowly: "It's not in the way, but I was accidentally injured, although the wound is deep, I have taken the elixir to suppress it, and I believe it will not take long to heal." ”

"Hmph, that old monk thought he could kill me with one move, but he looked down on me too much. If he wants to kill me, he can't do it! If I want to get away, no one can stop me. If it weren't for the fact that I had been in a great war for a long time and my strength had failed, even this wound, he wouldn't have wanted to stay. ”

"Well, that's fine, let the eldest brother help you heal together!"

Qiao Feng nodded secretly, came over and sat cross-legged, put his palms on his vest, and helped Murong recover from his injuries.

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