Next, the sweeping monk elaborated on the essence of Shaolin Buddhist martial arts to the Xiao family and his son, Murong father and son, and Duan Yu.

"This old monk's eloquence is really good, even if it is similar to the professors in the world before I crossed over, it is almost leaky when he speaks. Duan Yu said in his heart.

In Duan Yu's view, there are all kinds of martial arts in the world, and they don't necessarily have to be cultivated in accordance with Buddhist martial arts.

There are also martial arts that charge on the battlefield, and they must be brave and strong, such as Xiao Feng's eighteen palms of dragon descending, if you let him understand any great truth from splitting wood, carrying water and sweeping the floor every day, it is impossible.

The eighteen palms of the dragon descending have to accumulate internal strength, and then beat out that kind of momentum, which is its authentic style.

Because of the sweeping monk's eloquence, and the high-spirited momentum he exuded, while explaining his own views and theories on martial arts, he picked up many classics and martial arts secrets scattered on the ground, so this kind of behavior made the Xiao father and son and Murong father and son, who were already masters, deeply agree.

The sweeping monk sighed deeply, turned his head to Xiao Yuanshan and said, "Xiao Jushi, have you felt faint pain in the two acupoints of 'Liangmen' and 'Taiyi' on your lower abdomen recently?"

Xiao Yuanshan's heart sank, and said: "The monk sees that this is exactly the case. The sweeping monk said again: "You are insensitive to the 'Guan Yuan Acupoint', but what about it lately?" Xiao Yuanshan was even more surprised, and said in a trembling voice: "This numbness was only a big part of the little finger ten years ago, and now it ...... It's almost as big as a teacup. ”?

Xiao Feng listened. Worried, he immediately took two steps forward and fell to his knees. bowed to the old monk, for a true hero like him, to be able to bow down so willingly, his filial piety to Xiao Yuanshan can be seen. He said aloud: "The monk knows the root of his father's illness, and he also prays for mercy and relief. ”?? The sweeping monk returned the salute and said, "Donor, please get up." The donor is kind-hearted and thinks of the common people in the world. refused to hurt the Song Liao army and people with personal vendettas, so benevolent and righteous. No matter what he was told, he obeyed everything. No need to be polite. ”

Xiao Feng was overjoyed, kowtowed two more times, and then stood up.

The old monk sighed. said: "Old Donor Xiao has killed a lot of people in the past, quite injured innocent, like Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, Master Xuanku, really shouldn't be killed." ”??

Xiao Yuanshan's character has long been distorted by hatred, and he is not as upright and heroic as he was thirty years ago, listening to the old monk reproaching himself, he said loudly: "The old man knows that he is injured, but he is over sixty years. Xiao Feng is so heroic, even if he dies in an instant, what regret is there The monk asked the old man to admit his mistakes and repent. But never. ”?? The sweeping monk shook his head and said: "The old man didn't dare to ask the donor to admit his mistakes and repent, but the old donor's injury was caused by practicing Shaolin martial arts, and if you want to find a way to resolve it, you must find it from Buddhism." ”

When Duan Yu heard this, he suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was a little similar to the sketch he had seen in his previous life. That is Uncle Zhao's abduction.

First, ask the other person if the foot is okay. Just like he did, he took two steps, and sure enough, he got out of the problem. The reason for this is simple, because "you stomp your feet are numb." ”

Of course, the sweeping monk is not fooling these heroes in front of him, he is telling the truth.

The sweeping monk then 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 the old man also understands your disease, so that the old donor is exempted from the pain of ten thousand needles and stabbing three times a day on the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan and Fengfu, but what is it?"??

Murong Bo's face changed greatly, his three acupuncture points in Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu, every morning, noon, and three o'clock in the night, were indeed like ten thousand needles and, and the pain was unbearable, no matter what kind of elixir he took, it was not effective at all. As long as you have internal strength, the pain of acupuncture will go deep into the bone marrow.

In recent years, this pain has become even more severe, 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 rejuvenating the Yan Kingdom, and it is really unbearable for a small part to suffer from this nameless disease.

At this time, I suddenly heard the old monk talk about the root of his illness, and I was really shocked.

The sweeping monk's plain words made his heart tremble, and he felt trembling twice, and 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 is not tight, and the upper and lower teeth have to collide, and the wolf is unbearable. Next, the sweeping monk suddenly made a move, knocking down Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan, and the shot was like lightning and like a gale.

With their martial arts, they didn't have time to resist, not entirely because of the gap in strength, but also because of the words of the sweeping monk just now who deeply shocked them, and at this moment they were thinking about their own diseases, so they were distracted, so they were so easily knocked down by the sweeping monks one by one.

Seeing that Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were knocked down, their eyes were closed, their breath was gone, and blood was spilling from the corners of their mouths, Xiao Feng and Murong Fu exclaimed at the same time: "Hugh wants to kill my father!"

Duan Yu stood on the side, calmly watching this scene, hoping to witness the whole process of the sweeping monk resolving this grudge, and I don't know if it will be the same as the original plot. Duan Yu always felt that something had changed, but now it was not clear, and he had to wait and see what happened.

"Sunflower needle!"

"Kang Long has a ...... of regret"

Murong Fu and Xiao Feng were both furious at the sweeping monk's sudden ruthless attack to knock down their father, and immediately performed their own tricks.

On the left was the sunflower needle that Murong Fu stabbed with all his strength, and with a wave of the sweeping monk's sleeve robe, it emitted a misty white light, which bounced back the sunflower needle and pierced Murong Fu's shoulder, making him scream in pain. At the same time, Xiao Feng's eighteen dragon-descending palms had already bombarded the sweeping monk's body, and from Duan Yu's point of view, it was equivalent to a golden dragon-shaped palm that was fiercely bombarded. The sweeping monk didn't resist this move, and the cracking sound of cracking ribs sounded, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

It's not that he can't stop it because he is slow, but at this moment, the sweeping monk has already carried Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's shoulders with both hands and flew towards the outside of the Shaolin Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

"Eighteen palms of the dragon descending, it is really the first fierce in the world, and the old man has opened his eyes today. The sweeper laughed.

Seeing that the sweeping monk took Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo away, how could the remaining three people in the Scripture Pavilion still wait?

In an instant, Duan Yu, Xiao Feng and Murong Fu all chased out. "Everyone intervenes to intercept him, even if his father is killed, his body cannot be taken away, and must be buried in the ground. Xiao Feng said. So Xiao Feng continued to urge the extremely powerful palm power of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, like a dragon taking off to chase after it. Murong Fu continued to sway the sunflower needles.

And Duan Yu was urging the six-vein divine sword, and the six light green sword qi broke through the air and attacked, enveloping several positions around the sweeping monk.

As a result, they attacked like this, and only a few hits hit the sweeping monk's body. "Although the sweeping monk is extremely powerful, it is not as powerful as it is said in the original book. Duan Yu smiled in his heart.

At the edge of a lake in the back mountain, the sweeping monk finally stopped, and put his palms on the backs of Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo to perform his work.

"Could it be that our father is not dead, and the sweeping monk is healing their wounds?" Xiao Feng was very wise and immediately thought of such a possibility.

Murong Fu finally stretched his brows, it seemed that things were not as bad as he imagined.

Of course, they couldn't continue to attack at this time, so they stood quietly at a distance of ten zhang from the sweeping monk, waiting patiently.

Not long after, Xuan Nan led many Shaolin monks to come here, and they saw this strange scene, and they were all curious to gather here.

"It turns out that there is still such a senior master hidden in this temple! Later, when his old man has spare time, we will definitely invite him to open the altar to give lectures. Xuan Nan smiled.

Just when everyone thought that things were developing in a good way, suddenly, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, who were originally sitting in a meditative posture, both tilted their heads and foamed at the mouth.

"You should not panic, this is probably due to the wonderful healing techniques of the monks, which is a good sign. Xuan Nan hurriedly said.

But then, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo both fell to the ground, and finally lost their breath.

"What's the situation?" Murong Fu screamed in shock and anger.

Xiao Feng's eyes also widened, and he said, "Monk, what about using Buddhism to resolve my father's injuries?"

Duan Yu couldn't help but be stunned, he had never seen something unreliable, he had never seen something so unreliable.

In the past, the sweeping monk was full of momentum, and he showed his mastery everywhere, but now that such a thing happened, it suddenly made him not as powerful as the legend.

"Uh...... The situation was too complicated, and the old man had done his best. Just now in the Scripture Pavilion, the old man stunned the two donors, and then took them to run so far and suffer some bumps, in order to speed up the circulation of their qi and blood. As for the current Old Donor Xiao and Old Donor Murong are both driving to the west, it is because their illnesses have been backlogged for so many years and they are already terminally ill. Even if it's an old man, he can't get back to the sky. After the sweeping monk said, he put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, good, good." ”

Duan Yu thought that although the sweeping monk was very reasonable, if it wasn't for him, then Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Fu would have lived for about ten years even if they were sick.

Next, Xiao Feng raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and he used the eighteen palms of the dragon to attack. Murong Fu had no choice but to help his father avenge him, and immediately used the Sunflower Treasure Book to attack from the flank.

The sweeping monk dismantled a few tricks, and hurriedly used his wonderful light skills to escape without a trace.

"Two little friends, don't hold a grudge against Lao Wei, Lao Wei is really sorry for such an accident. But the old man can't apologize for his sins with death, because the old man has more important things to do. We'll have a meeting later!" came the words of the sweeping monk from the void.

Duan Yu was a little speechless, the sweeping monk had actually become so unreliable, could it be that this Tianlong world was indeed very different?

There was no trace of the sweeping monk around, so Xiao Feng and Murong Fu buried their father's corpses and buried them in the ground.

At this point, Wang Tu hegemony, blood and hatred, all returned to dust. (To be continued)