Xiao Yuanshan swept the faces of Murong Bo, Gu Mozhi, and Murong Fu in turn, and hesitated in his heart: he hadn't seen that Xiao Feng had advanced to the innate level, but he didn't have an advantage in numbers now. And Gu Mozhi came to Shaolin before, and he had a fight with Xuzhu, and he also saw it. Therefore, he also knows Gu Mozhi's martial arts, and he is not under him. After pondering for a moment, he asked Xiao Feng: "My son, this person's intention seems to be true, what do you think?"

Xiao Feng shouted: "No!" suddenly slapped a palm and hit the wooden table, only to hear a cracking sound, the wooden table was broken into several pieces, and said awe-inspiringly: "The great revenge of killing my mother, how can it be regarded as a transaction of business? This revenge can be avenged, if it can't be avenged, then my father and son will die here." Such a dirty thing, is it that my Xiao father and son are disdainful?"

Murong Bo looked up to the sky and laughed, and said loudly: "I have heard that Xiao Feng and Xiao Daxia are a little world-famous, and they have seen extraordinary, but I don't know that when I see it today, although he is a brave man who does not know the righteousness and is vain. Hey, hey, ridiculous, ridiculous!"

Xiao Feng knew that he was agitated with words, and said coldly: "Xiao Feng is a hero, or an ordinary man, he can't fall into your trap and become a murderous knife in his hand." Taking a step forward, he said proudly: "Have you ever seen the tragic situation of Song and Liao fighting each other above the border pass? Have you ever seen the scene of the Song and Liao people's wives being separated and their families ruined? Song and Liao have been easily retiring for decades, if the sword soldiers rise up again and the Khitan iron cavalry invades the Southern Dynasty, do you know how many Song people will be tragically killed? How many Liao people will die unexpectedly?"

Suddenly, an old voice outside the long window said: "Good, good! Xiao Jushi is kind-hearted, so he thinks of the common people in the world." It's really a bodhisattva's heart. ”

Everyone in the Scripture Pavilion was taken aback, how could someone under the window not be aware of it? And listening to this person's tone, it seemed that he had been outside the window for a long time. Kumachi shouted, "Who is it?" without waiting for the other party to answer. With a slam of the hand, two long windows flew out of the buttons, and your Excellency fell.

I saw that on the corridor outside the window, a thin monk in a green robe was holding a broom and sweeping the floor with a bow. The monk was quite old, and his sparse long beard was all white, and he was slow to move. has no strength and does not look like he has martial arts.

Murong Bo asked, "How long have you been hiding here?"

The old monk slowly raised his head and said, "The donor asked me to hide here...... Yes...... How long has it been?" The five of them stared at him in unison. I saw that he was dazed and had no energy at all, but his voice was exactly the accent that Shicai praised Xiao Feng.

Murong Bo said: "Yes, I asked you to hide here." How long has it been?"

The old monk counted on his fingers. After a long while, he shook his head, with an apologetic look on his face, and said, "I...... I don't remember exactly, I don't know if it was forty-two years, or forty-three years. When this old monk Xiao first came to see the scriptures at night, I ...... I have been here for ten years. Afterward...... Later, the old monk Murong came, a few years ago. There was a Tianzhu monk Polo Xing who came out to steal the scriptures. Alas, you come and I go. I turned the scriptures in the cabinet into a mess, and I don't know why. ”

While speaking, several more people arrived, and it turned out to be a few elders and disciples of the Beggar Gang, as well as Duan Yanqing, the South China Sea Crocodile God, and the Crane in the Clouds, but Ye Erniang was gone. Xuzhu also did not show up from beginning to end.

Zhao Xuan had already let Ah Zhu go at this time, and let her run to Xiao Feng's side, looking at the sweeping monk thoughtfully.

There are many speculations about the identity of the sweeping monk in later generations, some say that he is Xiaoyaozi, some say that he is from Murong Longcheng, and some say that the sweeping monk, Xiaoyaozi, and Murong Longcheng are all one person. It is undeniable that the identity and name of this old monk cannot be queried, they are all unknown, and their strength is extremely profound.

Although he was slapped by Xiao Feng in the original book, he broke a few ribs with a palm, and he also vomited a mouthful of blood, but Zhao Xuan found that this old monk had reached the innate realm!

It's just that his body is too old, and most of his skills are to maintain his physical body from collapse, aging, and death, and he can use very little, so if he really fights, he may not be Xiao Feng's opponent. But when it comes to the realm, he is probably far higher than Xiao Feng.

Zhao Xuan didn't speak rashly, and quietly watched the sweeping monk talk: Shaolin 72 stunts every kung fu can hurt people, take people's lives, fierce and ruthless, and do the harmony of the sky, is to use every stunt, must have the corresponding compassionate Buddhism to resolve it, otherwise there will be life worries. And he secretly observed, figuring out who this sweeping monk was.

The sweeping monk successively told Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo, and Gu Mozhi that their lives were short, and said that they would resolve the grievances between Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo.

Zhao Xuan didn't wait for the sweeping monk to knock out Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, and suddenly stepped in front of the sweeping monk, stared at his cloudy eyes, and said word by word: "I don't know if I call you Xiaoyaozi, or Murong Longcheng?"

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Feng, A Zhu, Duan Yu, Duan Zhengchun, Su Xinghe, Hangu Bayou, Murong Bo, and Murong Fu were all shocked.

The sweeping monk looked at Zhao Xuan blankly, and said, "The Taoist chief wants to ask the old man his name?" Alas, it's a pity that the old man has lived too long and has long forgotten his name!"

Zhao Xuan smiled and said, "It's not difficult, there is a sword in the poor road, and goodness can attract people's memories." Since the master has forgotten who he is, why don't you let Poor Dao help you?"

The sweeping monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I don't know what the name of this sword is?"

"The name of the sword is 'Dao Sword', and the name is 'Broken Red Dust'!" Zhao Xuan said.

The sweeping monk's face moved slightly, raised his eyes to look at him, and said, "With the Tao as a sword, the Dao Changguo is very human." It's just a lot of red dust, how can it be cut off?"

Zhao Xuan said with a smile: "If the red dust continues, then it is the person who is broken!"

The sweeping monk said silently: "The Taoist wants to kill me?"

Zhao Xuan said with a smile: "If the master really sees through the red dust, it is not impossible to say that it is to help you." ”

Everyone watched the two of them verbally clash, all of them were Zen machines, and they were very confused. Only Xiao Feng flashed a hint of enlightenment in his eyes.

This sword does not cut people and iron, but only kills seven emotions and six desires!

The sweeping monk was silent for a moment and said, "Since the Taoist wants to help me, the old man naturally doesn't dare not agree. If you can cut off the red dust, it is also a blessing. It's just that can we wait for the old man to resolve this cause and effect first?"

Zhao Xuan shook his head categorically and said, "Whether you have the power to resolve this cause and effect will not be known until you have tried my sword." "If the sweeping monk is really Murong Longcheng, then according to the disposal in the original book, it is undoubtedly biased towards Murong Bo. Even if it wasn't Murong Longcheng, it was possible that Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were left in Shaolin Temple with a trick, and it was probably to prevent the seventy-two stunts from leaking, rather than really resolving the grievances between the two wholeheartedly.

All said that whether he has the power to resolve cause and effect depends on whether he can catch Zhao Xuan's Dao sword.

If he can take it, it proves that he is selfless in his heart, and he naturally has the power to resolve it; if he can't take it and do his own selfish intentions in the name of noble morality, then he will not die unjustly.

Before the sweeping monk could speak, Zhao Xuan put his fingers together and pointed out at the sweeping monk's eyebrows.

Everyone only looked at it for a while, only Xiao Feng, A Zhu, Duan Zhengchun, and Duan Yu had experienced Ah Zi's death and knew a little bit about it.

But seeing Zhao Xuanjian pointing out, hanging in the air, and at this time, both he and the sweeping monks opposite closed their eyes together.

The two of them just stood like this, without wind or movement, quietly.

Clash of Minds!

Countless unfamiliar scenes passed through his heart, and Zhao Xuan knew that these were the memories of the sweeping monk.

And although he can see these memories, they will not form memories in his heart.

As soon as the Dao Sword is finished, these memories will turn into nourishment and nourish the Dao Sword's growth.

In his heart, it will disappear without a trace, leaving no trace.

It seemed like a long time had passed, and it seemed like it was just a moment.

Zhao Xuan felt that the countless scenes in front of him instantly dissipated, and the surroundings were dim and dark, and there was nothingness for a while.

Suddenly!

A sword light seemed to come from the sky, cutting through the void and opening up Hongmeng.

The chaotic space trembled, and the entire space turned into countless fragments with the point of the sword as the origin.

Silently, the primordial spirit shook, and a golden light came out from the crack, engulfing this eternal darkness in an instant.

Zhao Xuan only felt blind in front of him, and when his vision recovered again, a scene suddenly changed in front of him.

The whole world seems to be divided into two halves, half of which is blue sky and white clouds, the wind and the sun are beautiful, and lotus flowers bloom everywhere. The high sun emits thousands of golden rays, and under the illumination of the light, thousands of lotus leaves and lotus flowers appear more and more pure and full of vitality. And in the deepest part of this lotus pond, a lotus flower far surpasses the other most gigantic flowers, like a lotus platform, holding a golden-bodied Arhat sitting on it, while the other half of the world, empty and empty, seems to have nothing, but seems to flash countless illusions. The silk threads that appear and disappear from time to time involve countless worlds, and at the convergence of these silk threads, or the original point, a Taoist sits on them.

How so?

Zhao Xuan looked at himself in surprise, the clothes were still the same as before, and the body was still his own body, but where was this?

Look around, it was dark, and when I looked down at the silk threads under me, I saw that they were like mist, white and transparent, and I didn't know what they were. At the other end of the silk thread, some are holding a scene, some are holding a person, and the person can't see the appearance clearly, but there are Buddhas, immortals and mortals in their clothes, and some are even animals. Looking at the pure, clean lotus pond opposite, he didn't know what to say for a while.

"The Dao Chief's 'Dao Sword' is really extraordinary, and the artistic conception is even more unpredictable!" Suddenly, the voice of the sweeping monk sounded, and the source was the golden-bodied Arhat sitting on the lotus platform.

But when he opened his eyes, the golden light flashed, and he looked straight at Zhao Xuan on the other side of the world.

Zhao Xuan frowned, and before he could figure out the situation, he asked, "Where is this?"

The sweeping monk smiled: "The Taoist chief pulled the poor monk into this place with his mind, but he also asked the poor monk where this is, what is the reason for this?"

"Thoughts...... Thought...... Is this in the artistic conception?" Zhao Xuan's body shook slightly. (To be continued......)