Shaolin Temple Annex.

Spring is full of flowers, a thriving scene, and the scenery after the rain is even more fresh and pleasant.

In a Buddhist hall in the courtyard, the voice of a sweeping monk came from: "Life in the world, such as being in the midst of thorns, the heart does not move, people do not move, and if they do not move, they will not hurt; ”

Murong Bo said with a pious face: "Master, the words are profound, and the disciples don't understand it very well. ”

The sweeping monk patiently explained to Murong Bo how to get rid of the falsehood and purify his heart.

Murong Boheshi said: "Listening to the master's words, the disciple suddenly opened. It's ridiculous to think about what you did in the past. Every time the disciple thought of it, he felt ashamed and wanted to kill himself on the spot. ”

The sweeping monk said kindly: "This is your mistake." In life, who can be without fault, and can change after life, and the good is great. The so-called putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the ground is about this truth. ”

Murong Bo nodded and said, "The disciple had evil thoughts in his heart in the past, and he couldn't be peaceful and happy all day long. Master not only saved my life and helped me cure my evil diseases, but also ignited the evil thoughts in my heart, and he was truly kind to me. ”

"Duh! What grievances, what is wrong, you and I are masters and apprentices, and we are finally destined for life, if I don't come to cross you, who will cross you?"

Murong Bo was ashamed and said, "The disciple is in love." Master, please drink this bowl of tea to moisten your throat. ”

The sweeping monk took the tea bowl, drank it all, and continued: "Because of it, it is not easy for you to get rid of the idea of princely hegemony. Your senior brother has never eliminated the demonic obstacle in Chen's heart, but it has never been eliminated?"

Murong Bo said: "It was all because I was confused in the past and made a big mistake that led to the Yanmen Pass tragedy, and Senior Brother Lichen suffered the tragic loss of his wife and child, and he had some resentment in his heart, which was naturally inevitable." ”

"It is precisely because of this that I sent Chenchen out of the temple, hoping to use time to remove the demonic obstacles in his heart. The sweeping monk sighed, and there was a hidden worry in his words.

A strange smile appeared on Murong Bo's face, and he suddenly said, "Master, how does this tea taste?"

The sweeping monk recalled: "This tea is mellow in the mouth, and when you taste it carefully, there is a sweet and bitter taste, and a bowl of tea also contains all kinds of life." ”

Murong Boha laughed: "Master, you can really talk nonsense. Tea is tea, what does it have to do with life? After drinking this tea, do you feel that your whole body is soft and you can't lift your strength?"

As soon as the sweeping monk was lucky, he felt that the dantian was empty, and there was still the fullness of the past, and he was secretly shocked in his heart.

"Alas. Presumably because he has been talking too much lately, he is really angry, and he is actually slightly stagnant. You go, I'm too tired and want to take a break. The sweeping monk said calmly.

Murong Bo Ha Di laughed: "A little stagnant? Tell you, old bald donkey, I'm nothing, I'm Murong Bo. I am not willing to be a monk, I want to be the emperor of the Great Yan Kingdom. ”

The sweeping monk looked at his face with pity: "In vain I have been educating for a few days, are you still so obsessed and can't see through Wang Tu's hegemony?"

Murong Bo said frantically: "Restoring Dayan is our Murong family's long-cherished wish. Everyone in the Murong family has had this firm belief since childhood. How can your words discourage my ambitions and erase my dreams for many years?"

As he spoke, Murong Bo approached the sweeping monk step by step, his eyes revealing a fierce light, exuding a rich murderous aura that made people palpitate.

The sweeping monk suddenly sighed: "Do you know that I am also a member of the Murong family?"

Murong Bo's body paused, he was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't believe it, our Murong family, how can there be an irresponsible reclusive monk like you, isn't this a bad descendant?"

"Alas!" The sweeping monk sighed: "Maybe you are right, do you know that your father Murong Chui also has a brother Murong Sui?"

Murong Bo was extremely surprised: "Are you Murong Sui, who is called the first rebellious Murong Sui by the Murong family?"

The sweeping monk said: "Exactly." Back then, your grandfather Murong Longcheng was bent on recovering the country, and your father Murong was decisive in killing, which was the most suitable for his character. But I was weak by nature, and I couldn't see the situation of killing people, so I escaped, wandered the world, and later hid in Shaolin Temple as a monk. In total, it has been more than sixty years, and I think that when I left the Murong family, you were not born yet. ”

"No wonder, no wonder you are full of martial arts, I always feel a sense of déjà vu, so close to the Murong family's Douzhuan Xingyi. It is said that your talent for martial arts is more than a step better than that of your father, so it is no surprise that you have this ability. Uncle, if you are willing to lead the Murong family to fight in the world, then great things can be expected, and then we will obey you as the emperor, how about it?" Murong Bo pleaded bitterly with a sincere face.

The sweeping monk shook his head: "I refused to promise your grandfather back then, but now I naturally refuse to promise you, the Great Yan Kingdom is like a mirror, and the revival of hegemony is just a dream bubble, knowing that it is impossible to do it, which is unwise, you still give up, right?"

Murong Bo laughed fiercely: "In the whole world, no one can stop me from reviving Dayan, since you refuse to agree, then I have no choice but to kill you to avoid future troubles." ”

The sweeping monk sighed: "Injustice, injustice, I originally wanted to cross you, but who knows that after a lot of hard work, I will pay for it." If you do this, sooner or later you will fall into a situation from which you will never recover. ”

Murong Bo's face was hideous: "Whether it's good or bad, I'm afraid you won't see it." You've already been hit by the ten spices and soft tendons, so you might as well break it yourself, so as not to make me infamous. ”

Burst!

The sweeping monk suddenly opened his mouth, and saw a clear tea, flying towards Murong Bo like a rain of arrows, with a strong momentum, like a sharp arrow.

Murong Bo was caught off guard, he was sprayed all over his face, he knew that there was a strange poison in the tea, and hurriedly stretched out his sleeves and wiped it clean.

The sweeping monk looked like a ghost, swished, rushed to Murong Bo's face, and slapped him with a palm.

Murong Bo noticed that the sweeping monk was in a hurry, and the strong wind was blowing on his face, so his face hurt, and he couldn't help but be secretly frightened: "Could it be that my plan has failed, and I am going to die here." ”

Trapped beasts are still fighting!

Murong Bo lifted the strength of his whole body, slapped his palm, and fought back with powerful strength.

At this moment, Murong Bo has been cured of his dark disease by the sweeping monk, and his palm power is more powerful than before.

Syllable!

The two palms came together, making a dull sound, and the breath continued to splash away.

The sweeping monk's body shook, and he suddenly took a few steps back, and with a wow, a mouthful of blood spit out, spraying the monk's clothes covered with blood.

"Ha Luha, it turns out that you have been poisoned, and you still dare to scare people with a fake fox?" Murong Bo shook the cold sweat on his forehead, and his heart burst into ecstasy.

Boom!

Murong Bo was unforgiving, and suddenly a great Vedic pestle came out, very powerful, and when it hit a person, it would definitely be torn apart.

The sweeping monk didn't expect that Murong Bo would be so fierce, he didn't think about his uncle and nephew, nor did he think about saving his life, his heart was really vicious to the extreme.

"Murong Bo, you are so ambitious, I really missaw you and saved you wrong. The sweeping monk relied on his quick technique and dodged this powerful blow.

Murong Bo's Great Vetuo pestle slammed into the wooden pillar in the room, only to hear a click, the wooden pillar shattered on the spot, and the wood chips splashed everywhere, and the sound was extremely amazing.

"You can only be blamed for being blind. Murong Bo smiled fiercely, stretched out his hand, and slapped his fingers.

This is the kung fu of the sweeping monk's family, and he naturally knows that the Tao is powerful, so he pointed his finger and pointed out the same way.

Laugh at!

The two fingers collided together, like two air arrows colliding, and disappeared into the air invisible, and it turned out to be a victory or defeat.

Due to excessive force, the body of the sweeping monk couldn't help shaking, although his strength was high, he was not an immortal in the end.

Seeing that the sweeping monk was hit by the ten incense soft tendons, and he still had the strength to do it, Murong Bo was even more jealous, he thought that he had already saved people, and he expected that if he couldn't kill the opponent today, it would be a big trouble.

Call!

Murong Bo's figure turned, and suddenly disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived at the side of the sweeping monk, and slammed his palm into it, which was a trick "Nine Heavens and Nine Lands Convenient Shoveling Method." ”

When the sweeping monk saw Murong Bo using such a mighty kung fu of Buddhism, he couldn't help but feel a sour feeling in his heart, he escaped from Murong Family, he just didn't want his brothers to turn against each other and kill each other, who knew that this conflict was inevitable.

Boom!

Murong Bo's shovel technique hit the chest of the sweeping monk, but he felt empty, and there seemed to be no existence, so he couldn't help but be shocked.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Murong Bo quickly withdrew, wanting to fly out of the city first, and then make plans.

Who knew that he was fast, and the sweeping monk was faster, and he came to his side like a shadow, and struck him with a palm.

Murong Bo was only frightened, and he hurriedly shouted: "Uncle spare my life, for the sake of my father and grandfather, spare me not to die." ”

The sweeping monk hung his palm on the top of Murong Bo's head: "I want you to swear that you will never mention the revival of Dayan again for the rest of your life." ”

"I swear, what kind of bird swear?" Murong Bo smiled evilly, and suddenly his palms came out together, and his strength was mighty, pushing on the body of the sweeping monk.

I heard a chaotic sound of clicking, and the bones of the sweeping monk, I don't know how many of them were broken, and the blood he spit out, like a rain of arrows, splashed all over Murong Bo's face.

Boom!

The sweeping monk crashed into another pillar and broke that pillar hard, and the dust and dirt continued to fall down.

"Murong Sui, thinking in the Murong lineage, I didn't want to kill you. But in today's situation, with you and me, I can only blame you for your misery. Be a human being in the next life, don't be reborn in the Murong family again. Murong Bo's face was covered with blood, and his laughter was extremely cold and terrifying.

The sweeping monk smiled bitterly: "In the next life, I would rather be a cow, a horse and an animal, than be born in the Murong family, the people in this family have no warmth, and they are cold...... It's terrible cold. ”

Murong Bo slowly raised his palm: "Leaving you in the world is always a big trouble, die early and take care of your life, I'll send you on the road." Rest assured, the monks of Shaolin Temple are good at doing things, and they will definitely bury you beautifully......"