After the sweeping monk told Xiao Yuanshan's secret, he turned his head to look at Murong Bo, Murong Bo saw that his eyes were dull, as if he didn't see it, but it seemed that he had hidden secrets in his heart, and every one of them was clearly seen through by him, and he couldn't help but feel furious in his heart, and his body was very uncomfortable.

I only heard the sweeping monk sigh and said: "Although Murong Jushi is a member of the Xianbei tribe, he has lived in Jiangnan for several generations, and the old monk first expected that the monk must have been touched by the literary style of the Southern Dynasty. In the past, people bought and returned pearls, and laughed for thousands of years. The two laymen were the masters of the world, but they also did this foolish act. ”

Murong Bo was shocked in his heart, when he first entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the first martial arts secret he saw was indeed "Fingering of the Flowers", but at that time, he had been carefully inspected and found out that there was no one inside or outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, why did this old monk see it in person?

I only heard the sweeping monk say again: "The heart of the layman is more greedy than that of the Xiao layman." What Xiao Jushi practiced was only how to restrain the existing martial arts of the Shaolin School, but Murong Jushi gradually included the seventy-two stunts of the temple and recorded all of them. Thinking about it, over the years, the layman has tried his best to integrate these seventy-two stunts, and maybe he has already taught them to Ling Lang. ”

When he said this, his eyes turned to Murong Fu, and after only one glance, he shook his head, "I didn't expect Ling Lang to practice." ”

Xuan Lin waited until the monk finished speaking before he said: "Lord Murong has never seen his predecessors, how can he say that he was instructed by his seniors?

"This ......" Murong Bo was speechless for a moment.

Zhao Tiancheng stepped forward and explained: "I'll talk about this matter! Since it is a shady matter, how can this senior monk have two identities, Mr. Murong also checked for a long time before he knew that person was hidden in Shaolin. But he didn't know that it was this high monk, and from what he said just now, it seems that this high monk knows Murong Xian and Uncle Xiao very well!"

The sweeping monk listened to Zhao Tiancheng's words and did not answer, but looked at Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan and said, "Xiao Jushi." Recently, you have been on the two acupoints of 'Liangmen' and 'Taiyi' in your lower abdomen, do you feel faint pain?"

Xiao Yuanshan's whole body was stunned. "Not bad." ”

The sweeping monk said again: "You are insensitive to the 'Guan Yuan Acupoint', but how have you been recently?"

Xiao Yuanshan was even more surprised, and said in a trembling voice: "This numbness was only as big as a little finger ten years ago, and now it'...... It's almost the size of a teacup now. ”

The sweeping monk turned his head to Murong Bo and said, "Old Lord Murong regards death as home, so he doesn't need to talk too much. But what if the old man pointed out the way, so that the old benefactor was exempted from the pain of ten thousand needles three times a day on the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu?"

Murong Bo's face changed drastically, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble slightly. He Yangbai, Lianquan, Fengfu three acupoints, every morning, noon, midnight three o'clock. It is indeed like a prick of ten thousand needles, the pain is unbearable, no matter what kind of panacea is taken to achieve no effect. As long as you have internal strength, the pain of acupuncture will go deeper into the bone marrow. Dying three times in a day, where is there any joy in life? This pain has become worse in recent years.

With a person of his profound martial arts, even if a thunderclap sounded in his ears, he would not be surprised at all. But the old monk's plain words made his heart tremble. Panic. His body trembled twice, and he suddenly felt that among the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu, the sharp pain like a pinprick suddenly flared up again. Originally, this was not the moment of pain, but the heart was shaken. The pain was abrupt, and he had to grit his teeth and endure it at the moment.

Seeing Qiao Feng and Murong Fu's worried looks, Zhao Tiancheng suddenly spoke: "I don't know how this senior monk knows about the hidden diseases of Mr. Murong and Uncle Xiao." ”

The sweeping monk folded his hands with a compassionate expression and said: "The martial arts of this sect are passed down from the ancestor of Bodhidharma. The children of Buddhism learn martial arts. It is to strengthen the body and protect the Dharma and subdue the demons. When practicing any martial arts. Be compassionate and benevolent. If you don't base yourself on Buddhism, then it's time to practice martial arts. It will hurt itself. The deeper you practice, the more you will be injured. If what you practice is nothing more than punching, kicking, and sword and hidden weapons, then it will do little harm to yourself, as long as you are strong and can resist yourself, but if you practice the superior martial arts of this school, such as the Flower Finger, the Dora Leaf Finger, the Prajna Palm, etc., and do not reconcile and dissolve it with the Dharma-based Compassion every day, then the anger will penetrate deep into the internal organs, sinking deeper and deeper, and it will be a hundred times more powerful than any external poison......

The Shaolin monks standing on the side only listened to a few words, and they felt that what the old monk said was very meaningful, and the Tao had never been done before, and there was an awe-inspiring meaning in their hearts. A few people exclaimed, "My Buddha is compassionate, good, good!" They had never seen a sweeping monk, and they had no respect at first, but in the end they were sincere.

I only listened to the sweeping monk continue: "My Shaolin Temple has been built for hundreds of years, throughout the ages, only the Bodhidharma Patriarch has all kinds of stunts, and since then there is no monk who can pass all kinds of martial arts, but why? The classics of seventy-two stunts have always been in this pavilion, and they have never been forbidden, and the disciples have never been allowed to read them, I don't know how many laymen can know why?"

Seeing that Zhao Tiancheng and the others did not answer, the sweeping monk said to himself: "The seventy-two stunts of this temple, each of which can hurt people and take people's lives, are fierce and ruthless, and they are very good. This truth is not known to everyone in the monks, and after a person's martial arts practice higher and higher, the comprehension of Zen theory will naturally be hindered. In my Shaolin faction, it is called 'martial arts barrier', which is the same as the 'knowledge barrier' of other sects. You must know that Buddhism is seeking to survive the world, and martial arts is seeking to kill, and the two are contrary to each other and restrain each other. Only the higher the Dharma, the more compassionate the thoughts, and the more martial arts skills can be practiced, but the monks who have cultivated to such a state disdain to learn more powerful killing methods. ”

Master Daoqing nodded and said, "Hearing the words of the old master, the little monk suddenly opened. ”

Sweeping monk Heshi said: "Don't dare, the old man said something wrong, and hope that everyone will advise, in this temple, there are naturally people who are not enough in Buddhism, but they want to learn more superior martial arts, but if they go down, if they don't go crazy, it is difficult to heal from internal injuries." Master Xuancheng of this temple is an extraordinary and vulgar martial arts cultivation, and the ancestors of the monks are allowed to be the first martial arts in the temple for 200 years. But overnight, he suddenly broke his veins and became a waste, and that's why. (To be continued......)