The flowers bloomed at each end and had a branch, and the Xiao father and son, the Murong father and son and others temporarily stopped fighting because of the appearance of the nameless old monk.

But seeing that in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the nameless old monk said to Xiao Yuanshan: "Xiao Jushi, have you felt faint pain in the two acupoints of 'Liangmen' and 'Taiyi' on your lower abdomen recently?"

Xiao Yuanshan's whole body froze, and said: "The monk clearly sees that this is exactly the case. ”

The nameless old monk said again: "You are insensitive, but how are you doing lately?"

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

Xiao Feng heard this, knowing that his father's three key points showed such signs, which was caused by the strong practice of Shaolin stunts, from his words, this sign has been bothering him for many years, and has never been able to get rid of it, becoming a big worry, immediately took two steps forward, knelt down on both knees, bowed to the nameless old monk, and said: "The monk knows the root of his father's illness, and also prays for mercy and rescue." ”

The nameless old monk returned the salute and said: "Lord Xiao Shi, please get up, Lord Xiao Shi is kind-hearted, thinks of the common people in the world, and refuses to hurt the Song Liao army and people with personal enmity. ”

Xiao Feng was overjoyed, kowtowed two more times, and then stood up. The old monk sighed and said, "Old Master Xiao has killed a lot of people in the past, and he has hurt innocents, like Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, Master Xuanku, they really shouldn't be killed. ”

Xiao Yuanshan is a Khitan hero, although he is old, he does not reduce his fierce spirit, listening to the old monk reproach himself, he said loudly: "The old man knows that he is injured, but he is over sixty years old, and he has a son who has become an adult, even if he dies in an instant, what regret is there to regret? The monk wants the old man to admit his mistakes and repent, but he absolutely cannot." ”

The nameless old monk shook his head and said, "The old man doesn't dare to ask the old donor to admit his mistakes and repent. It's just that the old donor's injury was caused by practicing Shaolin school martial arts, and if you want to find a way to resolve it, you must find it from Buddhism. ”

When he said this, he turned his head to Murong Bo and said, "Old Lord Murong regards death as home, and he doesn't need to talk too much. But if the old man can exempt the old benefactor from the pain of ten thousand needles three times a day on the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu, what is it?"

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, is indeed like ten thousand needles prickly, the pain is unbearable, no matter what kind of panacea is taken, it is not effective. As long as you have internal strength, the pain of acupuncture is even deeper into the bone marrow, and life is worse than death. In the course of one day, he died three times in a row, where is there any joy in life? This pain has become even worse in recent years, so he is willing to die in exchange for Xiao Feng's promise to Xing troops to attack the Song Dynasty, although it is for the great cause of reviving the Yan Kingdom, and a small part of it is also for the sake of suffering from this nameless disease, which is really unbearable. At this time, I was shocked to hear the old monk talk about the root of his illness. With a person of his profound martial arts, he would not be surprised at all when a thunderbolt sounded in his ears, and even ten thunderbolts sounded in a row, but he only regarded it as a fart and ignored it. But the old monk's plain words made his heart beat and he felt panicked, his body trembled twice, and he suddenly felt that among the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan and Fengfu, the sharp pain like pins and needles flared up again. Originally, this was not the moment of pain, but under the shock of the heart, the pain was sudden, and the only way to endure it was to grit your teeth. But this tooth gate also bit it tightly, and the upper and lower teeth collided with pain, and it was embarrassed.

Murong Fu knew that his father had a strong and competitive temper, and he would rather kill him than be embarrassed and humiliated in front of others, and he was even more unwilling to be like Xiao Feng, kneeling down and pleading with the old monk for his father, and immediately bowed his hand to Xiao Feng's father and son, and said: "The green mountains do not change, the green water flows forever, don't pass it for the time being." The two of you want to seek revenge on my father and son, and we are waiting for you in Gusu Yanziwu Shenhezhuang. Stretched out his hand to hold Murong Bo's right hand and said, "Daddy, let's go!"

The nameless old monk said: "You can bear to be like this, let Ling Zun suffer such a painful torment?"

Murong Fu's face turned pale, took Murong Bo's hand, and walked away.

Xiao Feng took a step forward and shouted: "You just want to leave? There is such a cheap thing in the world? Your father is sick, and the eldest husband disdains to take advantage of the danger of others, and lets him go." You're not sick or in pain!"

Murong Fu suddenly rushed up in anger and shouted, "Then I will take Brother Xiao's tricks." ”

Xiao Feng didn't answer, and with a palm of his hand, he slammed the "see the dragon in the field" in the eighteen palms of the dragon, and slammed it towards Murong Fu. He saw that the terrain in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was dangerous, and the masters were clustered, so it was inconvenient to fight for a long time, so he used ten percent of his strength to take the enemy's life in a few palms. Murong Fu saw that he was vicious, and immediately mobilized the power of his life, and he wanted to resolve it with the technique of "fighting and turning the stars".

The nameless old monk clasped his hands together and said, "Chen Mi Buddha, Buddhism is good, the two donors should not be ignorant. As soon as his palms were closed like this, there seemed to be a force that turned into an invisible wall, blocking between Xiao Feng and Murong Fu. Xiao Feng's overwhelming palm force hit this wall, and he disappeared without a trace when he landed, disappearing into invisibility.

Xiao Feng's heart sank, he had never met an opponent in his life, but the old monk's skill in front of him was much stronger than himself, and since he stopped it, today's revenge must not be avenged. He thought of his father's internal injuries, and bowed down again and said: "In the wilderness, the grass and the wilderness, do not know the etiquette, offend the monks, forgive the sin." ”

The nameless old monk smiled and said, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say." The old man respects Lord Xiao for his life, only the true character of the hero, and Lord Xiao deserves it. ”

Xiao Feng said: "The murderous sins committed by my father are all caused by the lower body, and I beg the monk to treat the wounds of my father, and all kinds of crimes are received by the lower body, and I will never give up." ”

The nameless old monk smiled slightly and said, "The old man has already said that in order to resolve the internal injuries of the old hero Xiao, you must seek it from Buddhism. The Buddha is born from the heart, and the Buddha is enlightenment. Others can only give instructions, but they can't do it for them. I asked Old Donor Xiao a word: If you have the ability to heal your injuries, will you heal Old Murong's internal injuries?"

Xiao Yuanshan marched and said, "I'...... I'll ...... for Murong The old man healed his wounds?"

Murong Fu shouted, "You put it in your mouth cleaner." ”

Xiao Yuanshan gritted his teeth and said: "Old man Murong killed my beloved wife and ruined my life, I can't wait to cut him into meat sauce with a thousand knives." ”

The nameless old monk said: "If you don't see the old benefactor of Murong die, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in your heart?"

Xiao Yuanshan said: "Exactly, the old man has been thinking about it day and night for thirty years, and he only has this blood sea of hatred. ”

The nameless old monk nodded, "That's easy, too." Slowly moving forward, he stretched out a palm and slapped it on the top of Murong Bo's head.

Murong Bo didn't care when he saw the old monk approaching at the beginning, and when he saw him stretch out his palm and slap his Tianling Gai, his left hand was busy lifting Xiangge, and he was afraid that the other party's martial arts were too powerful, and after raising his hand, his body floated backwards. His Gusu Murong family's martial arts is already extraordinary, and after studying the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple, it is even more like a tiger with wings. The defensive position is strict and elegant, and it can be said that it is exhaustive. Everyone in the pavilion was a martial arts master, and when they saw him use these two tricks, they all secretly cheered, which made Xiao Yuanshan and his son can't help but admire.

How do you know that the nameless old monk slapped down lightly with his palm, and the sound of the wave hit the "Baihui Acupoint" in the middle of Murong Bo's head, and Murong Bo's retreat was ineffective. "Baihui Acupoint" is the most important place in the human body, even if it is encountered by people who do not know martial arts at all, there is also a risk of injury, the nameless old monk hit with a blow, Murong Bo's whole body was shocked, and he was stunned, and he fell backwards.

Murong Fu was shocked, grabbed it, and shouted, "Daddy, daddy!" But seeing that his father's mouth and eyes were closed, and there was no breath in his nostrils, he hurriedly reached out to his heart and touched it, and his heartbeat had stopped. Murong Fu was filled with grief and anger, never imagined that this nameless old monk who was full of compassion and Buddhism would actually do this, and shouted, "You...... You...... You old thief!" leaned his father's body against the pillar, flew up, and slammed his palms out at the nameless old monk.

The nameless old monk didn't hear it, and ignored it all. Murong Fu pushed his palms two feet in front of the old monk, and suddenly it was like hitting an invisible wall of qi, and it was even more like crashing into a fishing net. Originally, he was fierce, and the force of the rebound must have been very strong, but his palm power seemed to be completely dissolved by the invisible wall of qi, and then gently pushed him away, hitting the bookshelf with his back, and the bookshelf did not collapse, and not even a single volume of the old piled up of scriptures on the shelf was lost.

Murong Fu is very alert, although he is saddened by the death of his father, but he knows that the nameless old monk's martial arts are ten times higher than his own, even if he fights fiercely, he can't help it after all, he leans on the bookshelf at the moment, pretending to be wheezing, and secretly thinking about how to surprise and sneak attack again.

The nameless old monk turned to Xiao Yuanshan and said lightly: "Xiao Lao Shi mainly saw Murong Old Shi's death with his own eyes, so as to accumulate hatred for years. Now that Old Donor Murong is dead, Old Donor Xiao can calm down, right?"