The sweeping monk nodded, and said: "Monks can't talk nonsense, although Murong Jushi is in poor health now......" The sweeping monk said, paused, glanced at Xiao Yuanshan, and said again: "However, the mental state is indeed excellent, but the obsession in my heart seems to have become a demon in my heart and cannot be calmed down." After speaking, he sighed.

"Really...... Are you really alive?"

Master Xuanci, the abbot of Shaolin, who has always been silent when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, finally changed his face, and with him, there was also the Tubo national teacher Jiu Mozhi, who had just regained his self-confidence.

"Old monk, you know so much!" A cold snort came from far and near, and everyone turned their heads together, only to see the gray-clothed monk who had left before going and returning, and there was a young man lying on his back, looking at his breath, as if he had just been rescued from the ghost gate.

The sharp-eyed one immediately recognized it and said, "It seems to be Murong Fu on that back!"

Suddenly there was another burst of whispering......

Abbot Xuanci just glanced at it, and then asked the sweeping monk, "Senior brother, is it Murong Jushi who came?"

The old monk nodded in response: "Yes!"

Xuan Ci sighed and stopped talking.

The gray-clothed monk, that is, Murong Bo, carried Murong Fu on his back, performed light skills and leaped over, and after arriving at the place, he first put Murong Fu on his back aside, and said in a calm tone: "Fu'er, after my father will kill that period of prosperity and avenge you, you and my father and son will meet again." ”

The tone was calm and abnormal, but the monstrous hatred and endless murderous aura in it were undisguisedly released, and the shocked people palpitated for a while.

Murong Fu lifted up because he was injured. And the pale face turned weak, and said weakly: "Father be careful, that period of Xing'er skills are really good." ”

Murong Bo stopped talking, just patted Murong Fu's shoulder, then turned around, stared at Duan Xing with murderous coldness, shouted, and said, "Duan Xing'er, give the old man his life." ”

The momentum was released furiously, and in an instant. The sky is full of shadows of stars. It is twice as large as Murong Fu's phantom. I only heard Murong Bo roar again: "The meteor will destroy the world!" But seeing that Murong Bo brought up countless afterimages, standing in all directions, his hands holding the endless void, and his true qi slowly condensed. It was like a huge extraterrestrial meteorite falling from the sky. Just half a breath away. The True Qi Meteorite had already taken shape, and with the explosive momentum of destroying the world and destroying the world, it smashed towards Duan Xing with an indomitable move.

The aftermath of that true anger. Draw a deep pit on the ground, rampage the people who were beaten by a group of heroes and heroes outside the Scripture Pavilion, and roll into the Scripture Pavilion regardless of it, seeing that the gatehouse of the Scripture Pavilion is about to be destroyed by this earth-shattering blow.

"Broken!"

At the critical moment, the old monk made a move, only to see that his left palm drew a circle, and the incomparable true qi meteorite ball suddenly stopped the momentum of rushing forward, but the wind brought up by inertia was whistling and the scriptures on the first floor of the scripture pavilion were flying all over the sky.

Murong Bo's eyes froze, and he said, "Who is Er, who is the master, why do you hide your head and show your tail here, and don't dare to see people?"

The old monk moved his withered face and said: "Murong Jushi, the old monk has been here for more than 40 years, where has he hidden his head and tail, but it is Murong Jushi, every time you come to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, you are gray and masked, even if the old monk is sweeping the floor and dusting on the side, you will not be able to see it." This hidden head and tail word, the poor monk did not dare to accept it. ”

As he spoke, the old monk's right hand was shot from his waist, and a volley of "Great Compassion and Great Compassion" was fiercely placed on the True Qi meteorite ball.

Just listen to the sound of "bang", it is like a meteorite ball that can destroy the world, it was torn apart by the old monk, and countless true qi was scattered and floating, and it actually brought out colorful colors and slowly returned to nature, like a dream, like a wind and clouds, beautiful, and magnificent.

The little apprentice of the Maoshan faction who was attracted by the poetic scene stared at a pair of big eyes, excited, and took Zhang Tianshi's little hand and pulled it one by one, as if he wanted to step forward and grab the colorful colors and play together.

It was only a few breaths of time, a gust of wind blew, and there were no traces left before, only a long and deep pit carved out of the ground, showing how shocking the previous move was.

Murong Bo's momentum did not decrease, but his movements stopped, put his hands behind his back, and said proudly: "Old monk, who are you? ”

The old monk had just defused Murong Bo's earth-shattering blow, but his whole body was breezy and elegant, and the only thing that could be seen was that the monk's robe swayed back slightly, and this light and breezy appearance made everyone stunned.

The old monk didn't answer Murong Bo's question, he still looked like he was in a daze, his eyes were dull, as if he didn't see it, but when he looked at Murong Bo, it made Murong Bo feel like the secrets hidden in his heart, every single thing was clearly seen through by him, and he couldn't help but feel furious in his heart, and his whole body was very uncomfortable, which was also the reason why he didn't continue to perform the exercises.

I only heard the old monk sigh, and did not answer Murong Bo's question, but said: "Murong Jushi is actually a member of the Xianbei tribe, but 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. Murong Jushi was a great man in the world, but he also did this foolish act. Alas, it is harmful to oneself and to others. ”

Murong Bo was shocked in his heart, when he first entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the first martial arts secret book he saw was indeed the 'Flower Fingering', but at that time, he had been around in detail 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 old monk say again: "The heart of a layman is more greedy than that of Xiao Jushi." What Xiao Jushi practiced was only how to control the existing martial arts of the Shaolin School, but Murong Jushi included the seventy-two stunts of the temple one by one, and recorded a copy of the number of hearts, and then returned to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and returned to the book. 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, who was leaning against a big tree, barely breathing, only glanced at it, then shook his head, and then saw Gu Mozhi, then nodded, and said: "Yes! Ling Lang is still young, and his skills seem to have been forcibly improved recently.

Murong Bo sneered and didn't answer, the momentum around him skyrocketed again, the stars in the sky were densely packed, even the sun lost its light, and the entire space seemed to be fixed by Murong Bo's momentum, only to hear Murong Bo say: "Old monk, the old man doesn't have time to talk to you about these useless things, if you know each other, you get out of the way, and let the old man kill Duan Xing's child with his own hands to avenge the old man's son." If not, don't blame the old man for not giving Shaolin face today, and destroy your Tibetan Scripture Pavilion together. ”

Murong Bo was quite jealous of the old monk in his heart, and he didn't dare to say what he could do to the old monk, so he simply said that he had destroyed the scripture building. As a forbidden place in Shaolin, the Zangjing Pavilion was destroyed, and the loss of face in Shaolin was not much worse than that of the Daxiong Treasure Hall being demolished.

Murong Bo's words were all in an uproar, especially the Shaolin disciples' faces were flushed with anger and righteous indignation, but none of them had a martial arts function on the table, and they faced off against peerless masters like Murong Bo, and those who wanted to come out were also secretly slapped by Xuan Ci and suppressed. At this moment, Abbot Xuanci's face was cloudy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Just when the whole audience was suppressed by Murong Bo's momentum, only Duan Xing was the most relaxed in the field, and said secretly in his heart: "Old horseman, I will be cleaned up by the sweeping monk in a few moves, and there will be a time for you to cry." When you see it, how does this king concoct you...... Well...... Processing?...... Forget it, this has to be used on my thousands of vulture palace girls!"

Thinking of the Vulture Palace, Duan Xing's mind suddenly rolled out of countless unbearable pictures, and his divine consciousness had already floated above the Vulture Palace, wandering outside, completely ignoring the fierce momentum in front of him, Murong Bo and Murong Fu's father and son, who wanted to break their bodies into pieces.

The sweeping monk seemed to have a sense in his heart, and his chaotic eyes glanced at Duan Xing casually, and then turned his head and said to Murong Bo: "This place is a forbidden place in Shaolin, although Murong Jushi has advanced cultivation, he may not be able to do what he wants. ”

Murong Bo laughed wildly and said, "Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky." The old man has now stepped into the realm of congenital perfection with one foot, and he is not afraid of a Shaolin, even if your old monk really has the means to not be born, it is impossible to win the old man steadily. Even if the old man suffers some pain today, he will kill Duan Xing Xiao'er, and by the way, he will destroy your ancient famous temple. ”

Eyes on all beings, eyes empty.

Murong Bo in this world is much stronger than Murong Bo in the original book, and even his personality is much more arrogant.

The old monk had no sorrow or joy, and said: "The old benefactor of Murong regards death as home, and there is no need for the old man to talk more. But if the old man points out the way, so that the old donor is exempted from the pain of ten thousand needles three times a day on the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu, what about 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, three o'clock in the night, 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 will go deep into the bone marrow. If you die three times in a day, where is there any joy in life?

This pain has become worse in recent years, and when I suddenly heard the old monk talk about the root of his illness, I was really shocked. 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 is not tight, and the upper and lower teeth have to collide, and the wolf is unbearable. (To be continued......)