A group of beggars from the Beggar Clan came to the Shaolin Temple happily.
They were ambitious and hoped to win the position of leader of the martial arts alliance by virtue of the gang leader's unfathomable martial arts.
From then on, the Beggar Clan overwhelmed the Shaolin Sect and became the leader of the martial arts in the Central Plains.
Unexpectedly, Gang Leader Zhuang worshiped Ding Chunqiu as his teacher in front of him, and kicked off his legs for Xiao Feng in the back.
Everyone was uninterested and their faces were dull.
Elder Wu said loudly: "Brothers, what are we still doing here?
If we just want to beg for scraps, let's go down the mountain now."
The beggars agreed in a loud voice, and turned around and went down the mountain.
Bao BuTong suddenly said loudly: "Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Bao has something to tell the Beggar Clan."
Elder Chen had had a fierce fight with him and Feng Po in Wuxi that day, and knew that this man had never had anything good to say, so he slapped his right foot on the ground and said harshly.
The voice said: "Bao Bao, please say what you want and don't fart if you have any."
Bao BuTong pinched his nose with his hands and shouted: "It stinks, it stinks.
Hey, Hua Zi who knows how to fart, can you help me?"
There may be an old man named Yi Dabiao among them."
When Elder Chen heard him talking about Yi Dabiao, he immediately paid attention and asked, "What if I have it?
What if I don't have it?"
Bao Tongtong said, "I'm talking to a beggar who can fart.
You can talk to me." , did you admit that you farted?"
Elder Chen was worried about the important affairs of the gang, so he couldn't bear to have such an unimportant verbal dispute with him, and said: "I ask you what happened to Yi Dabiao?
Well, he is a disciple of our gang and was sent to Xixia on official business.
Do you have any information about him?"
Bao Bubu said: "I was about to tell you about a major event in Xixia Kingdom, but Yi Dabiao has already gone to see the King of Hell.
"La" Elder Chen said: "Seriously, what's the big deal in Xixia Kingdom?"
Bao Tongtong said: "You scolded me for talking like farts.
I don't want to fart this time."
Elder Chen was so angry that his white beard was fluttering, but he wanted to put important things first.
He immediately laughed and said, "I offended Your Excellency by what I said just now.
I will forgive you."
Bao Tongtong said: "There is no need to apologize.
You can fart more in the future. , that’s all, talk less.”
Elder Chen was startled and thought to himself, “What are these words?”
But he wanted to ask for something right now, and he didn’t want to be entangled unnecessarily, so he smiled slightly and said nothing.
Bao BuTong suddenly said: "It stinks, it stinks, you are so speechless."
Elder Chen said: "What can't be said?"
Bao BuTong said: "If you don't speak, you have nowhere to vent your anger.
Naturally, you have to find another place to vent your anger.
"Yes," Elder Chen said in his heart.
This person is really difficult to deal with.
I only said one rude word, and he continued to talk in confusion.
The best thing for me to do is to say nothing, otherwise he will never make the point and get to the point."
He smiled slightly at the moment. answer.
Bao BuTong shook his head and said: "No, no, you are arguing with me, then you are very wrong."
Elder Chen smiled and said: "I didn't open my mouth, how could I argue with you?"
Bao BuTong said: "You didn't say anything, just You fart, so you don’t have to say anything.”
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Elder Chen frowned and said, “You’re making fun of me.”
Seeing that he was giving in blindly, Bao Bubu had the upper hand, so he said: "Since you are talking, you are not arguing with me.
Let me tell you.
A few months ago, I followed our young master and Brother Deng.
A group of people, including Brother Gongye and others, saw a group of beggars in a forest on Ganliang Road.
Their corpses were lying on the ground.
Some had their heads missing, and some had ruptured abdomens and intestinal fluids. , pitiful, pitiful.
These people all have cloth bags on their backs, maybe three, or four, or five, or six."
Elder Chen said: "They must be brothers of our gang."
Bao Tongtong said: "When I saw these brothers, they had been dead for a long time.
At that time, I didn't know whether they drank Meng Po soup, went to Wangxiang Terrace, or which hall of the Ten Halls of Hell they were being tried in.
Since they can't speak, I can't ask them their names, where is the fairyland, what gangs and sects are there, and why they died.
Otherwise, if they become ghosts, they will also scold me for speaking out whenever I have something to say.
Wouldn't it be unfair to stop farting when I have something to say?"
When Elder Chen heard the news about the death of many brothers in his gang, he was very concerned.
He neither dared to remain silent nor spoke out to contradict him, so he could only say: "Brother Bao is right."
Bao BuTong shook his head and said: "Fei Ye Fei Bao despised people who echoed his words the most in his life.
You said that Brother Bao was right, but in your heart you cursed me as a straight bitch and a turtle bastard.
This is called abdominal slander.
This is It’s the Xingxu group that is shameless As for the behavior of a man, what is right is right and what is wrong is wrong.
Others have other people’s opinions and have their own opinions.
Although there are thousands of people, I have always been independent and unconventional.
This is what a hero is.”
He taught Elder Chen a lesson again, and then said: "One of the old men was injured and survived.
Although he was not dead at that time, he was not far away from death.
He called himself Yi Dabiao.
He came from Xixia Kingdom When I came here, I found a document about the king of Xixia Kingdom, which was of great importance, so I gave it to us and asked us to hand it over to the elders of your gang."
Elder Song thought to himself: "Brother Chen has offended this person with his words, so it would be better for me to step in."
He immediately stepped forward, bowed deeply, and said, "Mr.
Bao's righteousness in passing the message is a great virtue for everyone in our gang."
Bao Tongtong said: "No, no, it doesn't mean that everyone in your gang feels sorry for me."
Elder Song was startled and said, "Where did Mr.
Bao start with this?"
Bao BuTong pointed at You Tanzhi and said, "Not only does your gang leader not accept my love, he actually hates me to the extreme.
"The two elders Song and Chen said in unison: "Then why do you want to ask Mr.
Bao for advice?"
Bao Tongtong said: "Then before Yi Dabiao died, he said that the gang leader of your gang, Zhuang, sent people to kill them.
It was just because they did not accept the boy named Zhuang as the gang leader, so this boy sent people to kill him. , Oh, pitiful.
Yi Dabiao asked us to spread the word, and asked Elder Wu and other elders to be careful. " As soon as Bao BuTong said this, the beggar immediately became shocked.
Elder Wu quickly walked up to You TanZhi and asked sternly: "Is this true or false?"
You TanZhi had been kicking his legs off by Xiao Feng and had been sitting on the ground, silent and silent, using his internal strength to relieve pain.
Suddenly, he heard Bao BuTong reveal the secret of that time, and couldn't help but feel terrified.
He also heard Elder Wu questioning him sternly, shouting: " It’s Quan Quanqing who gave the order to me, it’s none of my business.”
Elder Song did not want to expose the ugliness of his gang in front of the heroes, so he glared at Quan Guanqing and said to himself: "It's not too late to settle the gang's debts slowly."
Xiang Baotong said: "Yi Da Brother Biao delivered the list to Mr.
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I wonder if Mr.
Bao has it with him.
Tong turned around and said, "No."
Elder Song's face changed slightly, thinking that you still refused to hand over the list after talking for a long time.
Could it be that you were looking for someone to entertain yourself?
Bao Tongtong bowed deeply and said, "Our green mountains will not change.
The water will flow, see you later."
He turned and walked away.
Elder Wu said anxiously: "How come you refuse to hand over the imperial examination report of Xixia Kingdom?"
Bao Tongtong said: "This is strange.
How did you know that Yi Dabiao handed the list of articles into my hands?"
Why was the word "transfer" used?
Did you see it with your own eyes that day?"
Elder Song suppressed his anger and said: "Brother Bao just made it clear that brother Yi Dabiao from our gang came from Xixia Kingdom and unveiled a list of the king of Xixia Kingdom, and asked Brother Bao to hand it to the elders of our gang.
This is Many heroes and good men were heard by everyone here.
Why did Brother Bao suddenly change his mind again?
Bao BuTong shook his head and said, "No, no, I never said that."
Seeing the expression on Elder Song's face, he added, "I have heard that the elders of the Beggar Clan are all tough and good men.
How dare you be among the heroes in the world?"
If you confuse right and wrong and confuse right and wrong before, wouldn't that mean that you have ruined the reputation of all the elders?"
Elders Song, Chen, and Wu looked at each other with ugly expressions on their faces.
They couldn't make up their minds for a moment, whether to fall out with him immediately or to endure it a little longer.
Elder Chen said: "Since your Excellency wants to say this, there is nothing we can do.
Fortunately, there is a public opinion on right and wrong.
It is useless to just rely on words to argue."
Bao Tongtong said: "No, no, you say Relying on the power of words alone is useless after all.
Why did Su Qin rely on a piece of power back then?
Why did Zhang Yi use his words and Lianheng's plan to finally help Qin annex the six kingdoms?"
Elder Song listened to him going further and further, and could only smile bitterly and said, "If Mr.
Bao was born during the Warring States Period, At this time, he has already surpassed Su Zhang and wears the seals of the Seven Kingdoms and the Eight Kingdoms."
Bao Tongtong said: "Are you mocking me for not being born in the right time and having such a bad fate?
If the person named Bao has any trouble in the future, such as headache, fever, soreness in the waist and numbness of the feet, sneezing and coughing, you are the only one to ask."
Elder Chen said with consternation: "Brother Bao, just tell me what you want."
Bao Tongtong said: "Well, you are very impatient.
Elder Chen, that day in the apricot forest in Wuxi, you were competing with my fourth brother Feng in martial arts.
You were holding a big cloth bag in your hand, and there was a big scorpion in the big cloth bag.
The scorpion has a large venomous stinger on its tail, a large venomous stinger A big poisonous bubble will appear on a person's body, and the big poisonous bubble will cost the other person's life, yes or no?"
Elder Chen thought to himself: "It can be clearly explained in one sentence, he wants a big or a small one.
There is a lot of nonsense."
He said: "Exactly."
Bao Tongtong said: "Very good, I'll make a bet with you.
If you win, I will immediately tell you the news that the perishable son brought from Xixia Kingdom.
If I win, you will take the big cloth bag and the big cloth bag with you."
The big scorpion and the small bottle containing the medicine to dispel the scorpion venom were all lost to me.
Do you want to bet?"
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Elder Chen said, "Brother Bao wants to bet.
"What?"
Bao Tongtong said: "Elder Song of your gang framed me and accused me of saying that Yi Dabiao of your gang revealed the imperial decree of the King of Xixia and asked me to hand it over to the elder of your gang.
In fact, I did not."
As I said, let's make a bet.
If I really said it, then you win. " Elder Chen glanced at Elder Song and Wu, and the two nodded, meaning: "Thousands of people here are witnesses.
No matter how he quibbles, it is difficult to deny it.
I bet with him."
Elder Chen said: "Okay, I bet with Brother Bao, but I don't know how Brother Bao can prove who loses and who wins.
Should I recommend a few highly respected notaries to make a fair judgment?"
Bao BuTong shook his head and said: "No, no, you said you want to recommend a few highly respected notaries to judge impartially.
Even if you recommend ten or eight, is it possible that besides these ten or eight, there are hundreds of other heroes and heroes?
He has low morals and low expectations.
Since you don't have high morals and low expectations, you are just a despicable and obscene nobody.
To insult the heroes of this world like this, you, the beggar gang, are also rude. " Elder Chen said: "Brother Bao made fun of me, I definitely didn't mean it.
But based on what Brother Bao has seen, what should we do?"
Bao Tongtong said: "The right and wrong can be decided in one sentence.
I will analyze it for you later.
"Bring it."
As soon as the word "bring it" came out of his mouth, he immediately stretched out his hand.
Elder Chen said: "What?"
Bao Tongtong said: "Bud bag, scorpion, antidote" Elder Chen said: "Brother Bao hasn't proven it yet, why do you want to use it?"
Even if you win," Bao Tongtong said, "I'm afraid you won't give me anything after you lose. " Elder Chen laughed and said: "It's a small poison, what's the point?
If Brother Bao wants it, I'll give it to you immediately, so why bet on winning or losing?"
As he said this, he removed a cloth bag on his back, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, and handed it to me. past.
Bao BuTong took it honestly and politely, opened the mouth of the bag, and looked inside.
He saw seven or eight giant spotted scorpions in the bag.
He quickly closed the bag and said, "Now let me show you."
Take a look at the evidence and see why I won and you lost."
As he spoke, he untied his robe, shook his sleeves, and lifted the corners of his bag, letting everyone see that there was nothing else around him except a few pieces of silver, fire knives, and flints.
Song, Chen, and Wu San The elder didn't know what his intention was, and he had a blank look on his face.
Bao Tongtong said: "Second brother, take the article in your hand and show it to them."
Gong Yeqian had always been concerned about the safety of Murong Bo and his son, but seeing that he could not break through the Arhat formation of the Shaolin monks, he could only be anxious, so he immediately took out the list and held it in his hand.
The heroes looked at the announcement and saw a piece of large yellow paper covered with a large cinnabar seal and filled with densely packed foreign characters.
Although it was difficult to tell the authenticity, it did not look like a fake.
Bao Tongtong said: "I said before that Yi Dabiao from your gang gave us a list of papers and asked us to give it to the elders of your gang.
Yes or no."
After hearing this, Elder Song, Chen and Wu San suddenly confessed to themselves.
He said happily: "Exactly."
Bao Tongtong said: "But Elder Song insisted that I once said that Yi Dabiao from your gang gave me a list of papers and asked me to give it to the elders of your gang.
Isn't that right?"
The third elder Qi said: "Yes, what's wrong with that?"
Bao BuTong shook his head and said: "It's wrong, it's extremely wrong, it's completely wrong, it's just the slightest bit wrong, it's a thousand miles wrong.
I'm talking about us, Elder Song is talking about me.
Husband, we, Gusu Murong's group includes Mr.
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Murong, elder brother Deng, second elder brother Gongye, and fourth elder brother Feng.
Brother, there is another girl named Bao.
As for me, Bao is alone and a bachelor.
When the heroes take a look, Miss Wang is a pretty girl, very different from me.
It’s not that Bao is different, Bao Laosan is very different, how can they be confused with each other?”
Elders Song, Chen, and Wu looked at each other in confusion.
Unexpectedly, he kept talking about words and made a big fuss about the differences between "I" and "we."
I heard Bao BuTong say again: "This list was handed over to my second brother Gongye by Yi Dabiao.
It was Mr.
Murong's idea that I report to your gang.
I said we, that's good."
If you are talking about me, it would be inconsistent with the truth.
I don’t understand Xixia writing, so why did you come to pick up this list?
I was once killed by your helper outside Wuxi.
After suffering a big defeat, even if we don't come to your gang to seek revenge, we will never report this news.
All in all, in short, it is our Gusu Murong who receives the Xixia list and reports to your gang.
There is a group of people, but I am not the only one."
He turned to Gongye and said: "Second brother, they lost, just put the papers away."
Elder Chen thought to himself: "You have been talking in circles, but you still can't forget the shame of losing the battle outside Wuxi City that day."
He then cupped his hands and said: "Brother Bao fought with our gang, Elder Xi, with his bare hands."
In a fight with a sixty-pound steel pole, Brother Bao had a good chance of winning.
Seeing that our gang was losing, we couldn't do anything with the formation.
Qiao Feng, who was the leader of our gang at the time, entered the battle with fresh troops. , After fighting with Brother Bao for a long time, he barely managed to defeat Brother Bao by half a move.
I relished it and admired how Brother Bao could be so self-effacing, but he said that it was absolutely nothing about his defeat at the hands of our gang.
That Qiao Feng has no relationship with our gang for a long time, and he can even be said to be our public enemy."
Little did he know that Bao BuTong was rambling on and on, and his only intention was to focus on his last sentence.
It was not for the humiliation of the defeat in the apricot forest in Wuxi that day, nor for his eight-step plan of "Speak when you have something to say, and don't fart when you have something to say." word.
Bao BuTong immediately beat the snake and put it on the stick, saying: "In this case, there is nothing better.
You can lead your brothers and we share the same hatred to capture Qiao Feng.
At that time, we wanted to be good friends.
I will hand over the article with both hands.
If you don’t understand the strange words in the article, my second brother, Gongye, will do my best to interpret it from beginning to end.
What do you think?”
Elder Chen looked at Elder Song and then at Elder Wu, unable to make up his mind for a moment.
Suddenly I heard someone shouting loudly: "It should be so, why should there be any doubt?"
Everyone looked towards where the voice came from and saw that the speaker was Quan Guanqing, a "scholar from all over the world".
He had been promoted to the elder of Jiubao.
They heard him continue: "The Liao Kingdom is our mortal enemy in the Song Dynasty. .
This Xiao Feng’s father, Xiao Yuanshan, claimed to have lived in Shaolin Temple for thirty years. , who has obtained all the secrets of Shaolin martial arts.
If we don't work together to get rid of him today, after he returns to the Liao Kingdom, he will spread the superior martial arts from China, and the Khitan people will be more powerful and attack the Song Dynasty.
We descendants of Yan and Huang will I will be a slave to the subjugation of my country.”
All the heroes thought this was very reasonable.
However, after Xuan Ci passed away and Zhuang Juxian's leg was broken, the Shaolin Sect and the Beggar Clan, the two pillars of the martial arts world in the Central Plains, became leaderless, with no one in charge of the overall situation.
Quan Guanqing said: "I will ask the three eminent monks of the Xuan generation of the Shaolin Temple to issue orders together with the three elders of Song, Chen and Wu of the Beggar Clan.
Everyone will listen to the instructions.
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First kill Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Feng and his son, and get rid of the serious troubles in our Song Dynasty.
The rest good We might as well discuss the future matters slowly and in the long run."
Seeing that You Tanzhi's reputation had been ruined, that he had lost a big supporter in the gang, and that the murder of Yi Dabiao and others had been leaked, he felt very frightened and eager to cause another disturbance.
Thinking of it as a way to get away from the crime.
Although he is also one of the four elders of the Beggar Clan, he no longer dares to stand side by side with the three elders of Song, Chen and Wu.
The heroes immediately called out: "That's right.
Please give the order to the three eminent monks and the three elders."
"This matter is related to the safety of the world, and the six seniors are duty-bound and duty-bound."
"Let's follow the order and kill these two dogs."
In an instant, thousands of people drew their weapons, and some even wanted to attack and kill the eighteen Khitan warriors.
Yu Po called out: "Khitan brothers, please come and talk."
The eighteen Khitan warriors didn't know what Yu Po's intention was, but they didn't go over.
They each held their swords in their hands and stood side by side.
They knew they were outnumbered, but they still wanted to fight to the death. , Yu Po shouted: "The eight tribes of spiritual vultures have protected these eighteen friends."
The girls of the eight tribes rushed forward and stood in front of the eighteen Khitan warriors.
The cave masters and island masters were guarding the wing guards. beside.
The members of the Xingxiu Sect were eager to make meritorious deeds in front of the new master, so they helped wave the flag and cheer, and the momentum was quite strong.
Yu Po bowed to Xu Zhu and said: "Master, these eighteen warriors are subordinates of the master's sworn brother.
If they are cut into pieces in front of the master, the majesty of Lingjiu Palace will be greatly destroyed.
Let's take care of them now.
I look forward to your master’s arrival.”
Xu Zhu was heartbroken about the death of his parents and couldn't think of any ideas.
He nodded and said loudly: "We, the Lingjiu Palace, and the Shaolin Sect are friends, not enemies.
We must not harm the harmony, let alone fight and kill."
Seeing the momentum of Lingjiu Palace, Xuanji knew that he was a powerful enemy.
Hearing what Xu Zhu said, he said: "Whether these eighteen Khitan warriors will be killed or not has nothing to do with the overall situation.
It's for Mr.
Xu Zhu's face.
Let's put it aside for now."
Exit.
Mr.
Xu Zhu, let’s capture Xiao Feng, where can you help us?”
Xu Zhu hesitated and said: "The Shaolin sect is where I was born, and Xiao Feng is my sworn brother.
One is kind to me, and the other is righteous to me.
We have no choice but to help each other.
It's just my uncle, please let me go, brother Xiao.
I advise him not to attack the Song Dynasty. " Xuan Ji thought in his heart: "You are in vain because you have great martial arts skills and you are the leader of a sect, but you speak like a three-year-old child."
He said, "Mr.
Xu Zhu will never mention the words master and uncle again from now on."
Xu Zhu said. : "Yes, yes, I forgot about this."
Xuanji said: "Since Lingjiu Palace cannot help each other, the Shaolin sect and the Gui sect are friends rather than enemies.
The two sides must not harm the harmony."
He turned to the third elder of the Beggar Clan and said: "Three elders, let's all come together.
Let’s go to the temple to see what’s going on.”
The three elders of Song, Chen, and Wu said in unison: “Very good, very good, brothers of the Beggar Clan, let’s go to the Shaolin Temple together.”
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Now the Shaolin monks were in the lead, the Beggar Clan and the heroes from the Central Plains shouted in unison and rushed towards the mountain.
Deng Baichuan said happily: "Third brother, I really have you.
With these words, you have managed to get so many capable helpers for the lord and the young master."
Bao Tongtong said: "No, it's not that it has been delayed for so long.
I don't know that the lord and the young master are here."
It’s a disaster or a blessing, it depends on the victory or defeat.”
Wang Yuyan said hurriedly: "Hurry up and don't worry about it."
As he said this, he ran quickly.
Suddenly he saw Duan Yu following him and asked: "Master Duan, are you going to help your sworn brother again?
Tell me."
Brother, are you in trouble?"
There was a lot of dissatisfaction in his words.
Just then, Murong Fu committed suicide with a horizontal sword and almost died.
This was due to the shame and anger caused by his defeat at the hands of Duan Yu and Xiao Feng.
Wang Yuyan recalled this incident and became very angry with Duan Yu.
Duan Yu was startled and stopped.
Ever since he met Wang Yuyan, he had been completely obedient to her, risking his life for her, regardless of his own life or death.
But he had never seen her look so unkind to him.
He was panicked and confused for a while, and then he said after a long while: "I don't want to get into trouble with Mr.
Murong."
When he raised his head, he saw the heroes running past him.
Wang Yuyan, Deng Baichuan and others had already disappeared.
He was stunned again and thought to himself: "Miss Wang is already suspicious, why should I go up and ask for trouble?"
But then he thought again: "Thousands of people are swarming forward and besieging Brother Xiao.
He is in a real situation."
It's extremely dangerous.
Brother Xu Zhu has already said that we can't help each other.
If I don't try my best to help, what's the point of Jinlan's sworn friendship?
Even though Miss Wang was surprised, she couldn't care less.
"So she followed the crowd and ran up the mountain.
At that moment, Zhengchun saw Duan Yanqing's eyes coldly directed at him, and he immediately held the hilt of his sword, waiting for the enemy.
All the heroes in Dali were also on alert, and Yu Duan Yu walked away in a hurry without paying any attention.
When Duan Yu arrived in front of the Shaolin Temple, he broke into the mountain gate directly.
Shaolin Temple occupies a very large area, with hundreds of front halls and back halls.
However, I saw a group of monks and Central Plains heroes milling around in various halls, shouting and shouting, looking for the whereabouts of Xiao Yuanshan and his son, Murong Bo and his son.
Many people jumped up to the roof and took a look.
There was a lot of commotion and chaos all around.
People were entering and leaving the house, running back and forth, and everyone was asking: "Where are you, have you seen it?"
The solemn ancient Shaolin Temple suddenly turned into a chaotic market.
Duan Yu walked around for a while, when he suddenly saw two Hu monks quickly running out of the side door, looking around and ducking.
Duan Yu thought: "These two Hu monks are not Shaolin monks, what are they doing sneakily?"
His curiosity aroused, and he immediately started "Lingbo Weibu" Using Qinggong, he quietly followed the two Hu monks and ran towards the woods next to the temple.
Along a forest path, heading northwest, after turning a few turns, my eyes suddenly opened up, and I could only hear the gurgling sound of water.
There was a pavilion standing next to the mountain stream.
There was a plaque on the top of the building that read "Sutra Pavilion".
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Character.
Duan Yu thought to himself: "The Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple is famous all over the world, but it was originally built here.
Yes, this pavilion was built near the water, far away from other buildings.
This was for fear that a fire would break out in the temple and destroy the precious scriptures."
Seeing the two Hu monks shortening their bodies and approaching the Sutra Pavilion slowly, Duan Yu followed them.
Suddenly, two middle-aged monks came out, coughed in unison, and said, "What are you doing here?"
A Hu monk said, "My senior brother has admired the name of Shaolin Temple Sutra Pavilion for a long time, and came here for sightseeing."
It is the Polo star.
When he and his senior brother Zheluoxing saw the chaos in the temple, they wanted to take advantage of the fire and go to the Sutra Pavilion to steal scriptures.
A Shaolin monk said: "Master, please stay.
This temple is an important place for storing scriptures.
Outsiders are not allowed to enter without permission."
As he spoke, four more monks held Zen staffs and blocked the door.
Zheluoxing and Poloxing glanced at each other, knowing that their plan was difficult to achieve, so they had no choice but to retreat.
Duan Yu turned around and was about to look for Xiao Feng when he suddenly heard an old voice coming from high up in the pavilion: "Where did you see them going?"
He recognized Xuan Ji's accent.
Another person said: "The four of us were guarding here.
The gray-robed monk broke in and hit our sleeping points.
When my uncle rescued me, the gray-robed monk had disappeared."
Another old man The voice said: "The window room here is broken, it must have reached the back mountain."
Xuanji said: "That's right."
The old monk said: " But I don’t know if they have stolen the scriptures in the pavilion.”
There is no day in the year that cannot be stolen, so why wait for today?"
The old monk said, "Brother, you are right."
The two monks sighed in unison.
Duan Yu thought that they were talking about shameful things in Shaolin Temple and should not eavesdrop.
In fact, Xuanji and other monks spoke very quietly.
It was only because of Duan Yu's deep inner strength that he heard it.
Duan Yu slowly walked away and thought: "They said Brother Xiao has arrived at the back mountain, I’ll go take a look.”
The mountain behind Shaoshi was steep and the road was densely forested.
Duan Yu walked several miles and no longer heard the noise in the temple below.
The empty mountain was silent except for the chirping of birds in the trees.
There is no sunlight in the mountains and forests, and it is quite chilly.
Duan Yu thought to himself: "Once Brother Xiao and his son arrive here, it will be very easy to escape, and it will be difficult for the heroes to besiege you again."
Feeling relieved, he suddenly thought of Wang Yuyan's angry look, and his heart was shocked: "What if the eldest brother had beaten Mr.
Murong to death?"
Well, then what should we do?"
A cold sweat broke out on his back, and he thought to himself: "If Mr.
Murong dies, Miss Wang will be heartbroken and will be depressed all her life."
He wandered slowly in the woods in confusion, thinking for a while of Murong Fu, for a while he thought of Brother Xiao, for a while he thought of his father, mother and uncle, but what he thought about the most was Wang Yuyan after all, especially her angry and resentful expression just now. look.
I don’t know how long I have been thinking wildly, but suddenly I heard a few lines of chanting sutras and chanting Buddha’s name floating in the wind from my left: “The heart is the Buddha, the Buddha is the heart, the mind clearly recognizes the Buddha, and the awareness of the Buddha clearly makes the mind clear, and the separated mind is not the Buddha.
"Buddha is not the heart" has a peaceful and deep voice, but it is something I have never heard before.
Duan Yu thought to himself: "It turns out there is a monk here.
You might as well ask him if he has seen Brother Xiao."
He immediately followed the sound and walked away.
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Turning around a bamboo forest, I suddenly saw many people gathering on a lawn in the forest.
A monk wearing an old green robe sat with his back on the stone, and the sound of chanting sutras came from his mouth.
There were many people sitting in front of him, including Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Feng and his son, Murong Bo and Murong Fu, who were in Tibet not long ago.
In front of the Sutra Pavilion, the Hu monks Zheluoxing and Boluoxing, as well as several eminent monks from other temples and several eminent monks of the Xuan generation from Shaolin Temple, were also sitting on the ground, with their hands clasped together, their heads lowered and their eyebrows lowered, respectfully. method of listening.
There was a person standing four or five feet away, but it was Tubo State Master Jiumozhi, with a sarcastic look on his face, showing that he was dissatisfied.
Duan Yu was born in a Buddhist country.
He has studied Buddhism with eminent monks since he was a child and has a good understanding of the principles of Buddhist scriptures.
However, Dali Buddhism came from the south and is close to Theravada.
It is not the Zen sect of Shaolin Temple.
What he learned is quite different.
Listen to that The verses spoken by the old monk, Although it seems superficial, it contains the truth.
He thought: "Look at the color of this eminent monk's clothes.
He is a monk in the Shaolin Temple, and his job is very low.
He is just a handyman making tea and sweeping the floor.
How can the eminent monks of the Shaolin Temple and Brother Xiao be like this?"
They all listened to his sermons."
He slowly walked around to see what the eminent monk looked like and who he was.
But in order to see the monk's front, he had to walk behind Xiao Feng and others.
He did not dare to disturb the others, so he walked lightly, walked in a circle from a distance, leaned forward and retracted his feet, and was about to approach Jiumozhi. , suddenly Jiumozhi turned his head and smiled at him.
Duan Yu returned the favor with a smile.
Suddenly, an extremely strong wind hit him in the chest.
Duan Yu shouted: "Ah yo" I tried to use the Six Meridians Divine Sword to resist, but it was no longer enough.
I only felt a pain in my chest.
I vaguely heard someone chanting: "Amitabha" and I lost track of who was there.
Murong Bo's true identity was exposed by Xuan Ci, and he was also revealed to be the one who falsely conveyed the news that day and caused the disaster at Yanmen Pass.
Knowing that not only the Xiao family and his son were willing to get their own way, but also that they were not tolerated by the heroes of the Central Plains, they immediately flew to the Rushing to the Shaolin Temple.
There are many buildings in Shaolin Temple, and he is familiar with the terrain.
No matter where he hides, it is not easy for Xiao and his son to find them.
But Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan were so filled with hatred that they followed him like shadows.
Xiao Yuanshan was about the same age as him and had similar skills.
Murong Bo ran ahead for a moment, and it was difficult for Xiao Yuanshan to catch up.
Xiao Feng was still in his prime, and his martial arts energy was at its peak.
He used all his strength to catch up, and when Murong Bo rushed to him When he was at the gate of Shaolin Temple, Xiao Feng smacked his palm from a few feet away, and the force of his palm had already reached his back.
Murong Bo blocked the attack with his palm, his whole body was shaken, and his arms were numb.
He couldn't help but be shocked: "This Khitan puppy is so powerful."
He turned to one side and ducked into the mountain gate.
Xiao Feng couldn't let him get away, so he rushed forward quickly.
However, after Murong Bo entered the temple, he was everywhere in the corridors and halls.
Although Xiao Feng's palm power was strong, he could no longer capture him.
The three of them rushed to the Sutra Pavilion in a matter of seconds.
Murong Bo broke in through the window and hit the sleeping points of the four monks guarding the pavilion.
He turned around and sneered: "Xiao Yuanshan, should you and your son come together, or should we two elders fight alone to the death?"
" Xiao Yuanshan blocked the door of the pavilion and said: "My child, you block the window and don't let him go."
Xiao Feng said: "Yes" and ducked to the window, holding his hands across his chest.
The father and son surrounded him, and it was difficult for Murong Bo to escape.
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Xiao Yuanshan said: "The deep hatred between you and me will never be resolved.
This is not a competition of martial arts.
Naturally, my father and son will join forces to take your life."
Murong Bo laughed and was about to answer when he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs and a person walked up, it was Jiumozhi.
He bowed to Murong Bo and said: "Mr.
Murong, after we said goodbye last year, I heard that your husband had gone to the west.
The young monk was so sad that he was in mourning.
It turns out that your husband lived in seclusion and had a deeper meaning.
We are reunited today, which really makes the young monk happy. " Murong Bo clasped his fists and returned the salute, and said with a smile: "For the sake of my family and country, I pretended to die and made Master miss me.
I am really ashamed."
Jiumozhi said: "How dare you, how dare you.
That day, the young monk and the master met by chance, and they were giving a lecture on martial arts and swordsmanship.
After a few days of Mr.
Meng's guidance, all the doubts in my life were solved, and I received from Mr.
Meng the Seventy-Two Special Skills of Shaolin Temple as a gift, which was deeply impressed upon my heart."
Murong Bo smiled and said: "It's such a small thing, it's nothing to worry about."
He said to Xiao and his son: "Old Xia Xiao, Young Xia Xiao, this holy monk Jiumozhi is the King of Maharaja of the Tubo Kingdom.
The Buddha's Dharma is profound, and his martial arts are even better than those below.
It can be said that there is nothing like it in the world. ” Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng looked at each other and both thought: "Although this Tibetan monk may not be stronger than Murong Bo, he must still be eager to win.
He has such a deep relationship with Murong Bo, so naturally he wants to help him.
In this battle, it is important to lose or lose."
It’s hard to say.”
Jiumozhi said: "Mr.
Murong made false praises.
Back then, when the young monk heard Mr. talk about swordsmanship, he thought that the Six Meridians Divine Sword of Tianlong Temple in Dali was the best sword in the world.
He regretted not seeing it and it was a life-long regret.
The young monk learned the sad news about Mr. , then went to Dali Tianlong Temple.
I wanted to burn the sword manual of the Six Meridians Divine Sword in front of my husband's tomb to repay my confidant.
Unexpectedly, the old monk Ku Rong of Tianlong Temple was so cunning that he burned the sword manual with his own power at the critical moment.
Fulfill your wish, and have deep regrets."
Murong Bo said: "Master only has this thought, and I am extremely grateful.
What's more, Duan's Six Meridians Divine Sword still exists in the world.
Just now, Master Duan of Dali fought with Quan Zi.
His sword energy was full and horizontal.
He is said to be the best sword in the world.
He is well-deserved."
At this moment, a figure flashed, and there was another person in the Sutra Pavilion, it was Murong Fu.
He was a few steps behind.
As soon as he arrived at the temple, he lost track of his father and Xiao Feng and his son.
When he found the Sutra Pavilion, Jiumozhi chased him away.
He happened to hear his father talking about Duan Yu defeating him with the Six Meridians Divine Sword, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed.
Murong Bo said again: "Here, the Xiao family and his son are willing to kill me.
What does Master think?"
Jiumozhi said: "How can I stand still when I know myself?"
When Xiao Feng saw Murong Fu arriving, there were three people on his side and only two on his side.
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Although Murong Fu was slightly weaker, he could not be underestimated.
He was afraid that not only would he not be able to kill Murong Fu, but his father and son would be killed in the Sutra Pavilion.
But he was brave and courageous, and he didn't care about the adversity he was in.
He shouted loudly: "Today's matter will not be judged by life or death, and we will never give up.
Take the move."
He slapped Murong Bo with a slap.
Murong Bo flicked his left hand, condensing his energy to remove his palm power.
There was a clicking sound, and wood chips flew from a bookshelf on the left, breaking into several pieces.
The scriptures on the shelf collapsed.
Xiao Feng's palm was so powerful that even though Murong Bo brushed it away, he could not dispel it.
He just shifted his palm force and hit the bookshelf.
Murong Bo smiled slightly and said: "Nan Murong, Beiqiao Peak is indeed worthy of its name.
Brother Xiao, I have something to say, do you want to listen or not?"
Xiao Yuanshan said: "No matter how you talk, you can never ask me not to avenge the death of my wife."
Murong Bo said: "If you want to kill me for revenge, I'm afraid you may not be able to do so with today's situation.
There are three of us against you and your son.
Who has the upper hand?"
Xiao Yuanshan said: "Of course it's you.
Take advantage of more.
How can a man be afraid when he is outnumbered?"
Murong Bo said: "The Xiao family and his son are famous all over the world.
They have never been afraid of anyone in their lives.
But even though they are not afraid, it is very difficult to kill me today.
I make a deal with you, and I let you fulfill your wish for revenge, but you and your son have to promise me one thing. " Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng were both surprised: "I don't know what trick this old thief has up to."
Murong Bo said again: "As long as you and your son agree to this matter, you can come forward and kill me for revenge.
I will wait for death and will not resist.
Senior brother Jiumo and Fu'er will not rescue me."
As soon as he said this, Although Xiao Feng and his son were greatly surprised, Jiumozhi and Murong Fu were also inexplicably horrified.
Murong Fu shouted: "Father, we are the only ones among us."
Jiumozhi also said: "Why did Mr.
Murong say this?
As long as the young monk has a breath, he will never allow anyone to raise a finger to hurt him."
Murong Bo said: "Master is very righteous.
I have made such a friend, so why should I die?
Brother Xiao, I have something to ask you.
Back then, I falsely sent a message and caused a huge disaster.
Brother Xiao, do you know what I meant by doing this unethical and immoral thing?"
Xiao Yuanshan was filled with anger and cursed with his halberd finger: "You are a despicable person who does evil things and takes pleasure in others' misfortunes.
Why do you have any intention?"
He took a step forward and punched him with a loud punch.
Jiumozhi dodged with a diagonal thrust, sealed his palms, and made a sound of waves.
The fist, wind and palm power stirred up each other, and he rushed up, and the dust on the roof fell.
The intersection of palms and fists was so indistinguishable that both of them secretly admired it.
Murong Bo said: "Brother Xiao, suppress your anger for the moment and listen to what I have to say.
Although Murong Bo is unworthy, he still has a small reputation in the world.
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He and Brother Xiao are strangers, so he has no grudges.
As for Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin Temple , I have been friends with him for many years.
Since I have tried my best to stir up trouble and want both sides to lose, I must have a serious reason to deal with it based on common sense. " Xiao Yuanshan's eyes were about to burst out with fire, and he shouted: "You tell me what the important reason is, tell me" Murong Bo said: "Brother Xiao, you are a Khitan.
King Jiumo Zhiming is a Tubo native.
The Chinese and local warriors all say that you are barbarians from a foreign country and are not wearing the clothes of a superior country.
The young master is obviously the leader of the Beggar Clan, and he is talented in martial arts.
He is very impressive in this world.
He is truly a rare hero among the Beggar Clan in ancient and modern times.
But as soon as the beggars found out that he was a Khitan alien, they immediately turned against him and showed no mercy.
Not only did they not recognize him as their gang leader, but everyone wanted to kill him but they were willing to do so.
Brother Xiao, do you think this matter is fair?"
Xiao Yuanshan said: "The feud between Song and Liao has been going on for more than a hundred years.
The two countries have been fighting each other for more than a hundred years.
On the border, people from Song and Liao will kill each other when they see each other.
It has always been like this.
People in the Beggar Clan know that my son is a Khitan. , how can you serve your enemies as your master?
This is normal, and it’s not Is there any injustice?"
He paused and then said: "Abbot Xuanci, Wang Jiantong and others did not intend to kill my wife, family, and subordinates.
But even if they did so intentionally, it was a dispute between Song and Liao.
It is not surprising.
It was just your plan.
Framed, but I can’t let you go.”
Murong Bo said: "In Brother Xiao's opinion, the two countries are fighting each other, attacking and killing each other.
They just want to defeat the enemy and achieve great success.
Do we still need to pay attention to benevolence, justice and morality?"
Xiao Yuanshan said: "Soldiers are not tired of deceit.
This has been the case since ancient times.
Why are you saying these irrelevant words?"
Murong Bo smiled slightly and said: "Brother Xiao, what country do you think I, Murong Bo, am from?"
Xiao Yuanshan shuddered slightly and said: "Of course you, the Murong family of Gusu, are Han people from the Southern Dynasties, are you still a foreigner?"
Abbot Xuanci was very knowledgeable.
He had previously heard Murong Bo dissuade Murong Fu from committing suicide.
From his few words, he I guessed his origin.
Xiao Yuanshan was a Khitan warrior who didn't know the past history, so he didn't know the reason.
Murong Bo shook his head and said, "Brother Xiao must have guessed wrong this time."
He turned to Murong Fu and said, "My child, which country are we from?"
Murong Fu said, "We, the Murong clan, are from the Xianbei tribe.
In the past, the Yan Kingdom was very powerful.
Zhenhe Shuo, conquered the beautiful country, but unfortunately the enemy is dangerous and vicious, subverting our country.
"Murong Bo.
Murong Fu said: "Dad named you with the word "plural".
What does that mean?"
Murong Fu replied: "Dad ordered the child to never forget the teachings of his ancestors and to revive the Yan Dynasty." , take back the country."
Murong Bo said: "Take out the imperial seal of Dayan and show it to Mr.
Xiao."
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Murong Fu said, "Yes."
He reached into his arms and took out a square seal carved from black jade.
The top of the jade seal was carved with a vivid leopard.
Murong Fu turned the seal over to reveal the seal.
Jiumozhi saw that the seal was engraved with the six characters "Treasure of the Emperor of Dayan".
Xiao and his son did not know seal script, but they saw that the jade seal was exquisitely carved but quite damaged at the corners.
It was obvious that it had been made over the years and had experienced many disasters.
Although they did not know whether it was authentic or not, they knew that it was very unusual and not a new one.
Murong Bo said again: "Take out the genealogy table of Emperor Yan and ask Mr.
Xiao to have a look at it."
Murong Fu said: "Yes."
He put the jade seal into his arms, took out an oilcloth bag, opened the oilcloth, and shook it out.
A piece of yellow silk, held up with both hands.
Xiao Yuanshan and others saw two kinds of characters written with a red pen on the yellow silk.
The one on the right was crooked and unknown to everyone, thinking it was Xianbei characters.
The first one on the left is Chinese characters, and the top one reads: "Emperor Taizu Wenming taboos Jun", below it is written: "Emperor Liezu Jingzhao taboos Jun", below it is written: "Emperor You You taboos".
Another line reads: "Emperor Wucheng, the ancestor of the emperor, kept taboo", above which he wrote: "Emperor Liezong Huimin tabooed the treasure", and below it he wrote: "Kaifeng Gong tabooed the details" and "King Zhao tabooed Lin".
Later on the silk it was written "Emperor Zhongzong Zhaowu tabooed Sheng" and "Emperor Zhaowen tabooed Xi" The words "Etc.", the emperor's name, and taboos all have their own missing pens.
In the sixth year of Emperor Taishang's reign, after Murong Chao of Nan Yan was overthrown, his descendants became common people, no longer emperors or princes.
As the years passed and the descendants multiplied, Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Feng, Jiumozhi and the others had no intention of taking a detailed look at it.
But I saw that the last person in the genealogy table was written "Murong Fu", and the one above it was "Murong Bo".
Jiumozhi said: "It turns out that Mr.
Murong is the grandson of King Yan.
It's disrespectful.
It's disrespectful."
Murong Bo sighed: "It is a great blessing among the misfortunes for the survivors of the fallen country to save their leader.
However, the instructions of the ancestors of all generations have always been for revival.
Murong Bo is incompetent and has been running around in the rivers and lakes for half a life, but has never achieved anything.
Brother Xiao , I, the Murong clan of Xianbei, intend to regain our homeland, you think we should do it or not?"
Xiao Yuanshan said: "If you succeed, you will be a king, if you fail, you will be a bandit.
With all the heroes competing in the Central Plains, what should and should not be said?"
Murong Bo said: "Brother Xiao's words are very popular with me.
If the Murong clan wants to revive the Yan Dynasty, they must have an opportunity.
I think the Murong clan has only a few people and weak power.
It is really not easy to rebuild the country."
The opportunity is that the world is in chaos and there are endless battles.”
Xiao Yuanshan said solemnly: "You fabricated news and stirred up trouble, just to make Song and Liao quarrel and fight."
Murong Bo said: "Exactly, if the war between Song and Liao resumes, Dayan will be able to take advantage of the opportunity.
In the Eastern Jin Dynasty, there was a rebellion of eight kings, and the Sima family killed each other, so we, the Five Hus, could separatize the Central Plains.
What happened today is also the case.
That's the case again."
Jiumozhi nodded and said, "Yes, if the Song Dynasty suffered from both foreign aggression and internal strife, not only would Mr.
Murong be able to recover, but we, the Tubo Kingdom, would also be able to get a share of the pie."
Xiao Yuanshan snorted coldly and glanced sideways at the two of them.
Murong Bo said: "My son is the king of the southern court of the Liao Kingdom.
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He holds the military talisman in his hand and is stationed in Nanjing.
If he sends his army south to occupy all the land north of the Yellow River in the Southern Dynasties and establishes great achievements, he will then become the master of his own.
If he retreats, he will always maintain wealth.
Then At that time, he gathered together the heroes of the Central Plains and annihilated them, just like stepping on ants.
The bad breath of being repelled by the Beggar Clan in the past was suddenly expelled."
Xiao Yuanshan said: "You want my son to do my best for you so that you can fish in troubled waters and realize your ambition to revive the Yan Kingdom."
Murong Bo said: "Yes, at that time I, the Murong clan, built a righteous banner and sent troops to Shandong to echo the Liao Dynasty.
At the same time, the three kingdoms of Tubo, Xixia and Dali rose up at the same time.
It was not difficult for the five kingdoms to carve up the Song Dynasty.
Our Yan Kingdom We dare not take even an inch of land from Daliao.
If we can establish the country, we should take it from the Southern Dynasty.
This will be of great benefit to Daliao.
What's wrong with Brother Xiao?
It's more fun than anything."
When he said this, he suddenly turned his right hand, and there was a shining dagger in his palm.
With a wave of his hand, he inserted the dagger beside him a few times and said, "Brother Xiao, you just have to rely on me.
I suggest you take my life immediately and avenge my wife.
I will never resist."
With a sneer, he opened his clothes and exposed his chest skin.
These words were beyond the expectations of Xiao and his son.
In a situation where he had a huge advantage, this person was willing to sit back and wait for death.
He didn't know how to answer for a while.
Jiumozhi said: "Mr.
Murong, as the saying goes: people who are not of my race will have different minds.
What's more, military and national affairs are not tiring of tricks.
If Mr.
Murong was willing to die, the Xiao family and his son did not act according to his words afterwards. , Sir, isn’t this a death that is lighter than a feather?”
Murong Bo said: "Lao Xia Xiao has been living in seclusion for decades and rarely appears in the world.
Da Xia Xiao is famous all over the world and he keeps his word.
How can he regret that Da Xia Xiao dared to risk everything and die alone for the sake of a girl with no relatives or friends?
He went to Juxian Village to seek medical treatment.
How can I kill an old man and break my promise that I have been planning for a long time?
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
The old man is in his dying years and exchanges his life for the foundation of eternity.
Why not do this deal?"
He smiled and stared at Xiao Feng, hoping for him.
Start quickly.
Xiao Yuanshan said: "My son, what this person means seems to be true.
What do you think?"
Xiao Feng said: "No."
He suddenly clapped his palm and hit the wooden table.
There was only a cracking sound, the wooden table broke into several pieces, and the dagger fell to the ground.
He said solemnly: "How can you treat the murder of your mother as a trade?
I can avenge this transaction if I can, but if I can't avenge it, my father and my son will die because of it.
Isn't it something that I, the Xiao family, would despise?"
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Murong Bo looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, and said loudly: "I have always heard that Xiao Feng, Xiao Daxia, has unparalleled talents and extraordinary knowledge, but I didn't know that when I saw him today, he turned out to be a brave man who didn't know the righteousness and was just trying to show off his ambition.
Hehe, it's ridiculous.
It's ridiculous."
Xiao Feng knew that he was irritating with words and said coldly: "Xiao Feng is a hero or an ordinary person.
I can't fall into your trap and become a murderous knife in your hands."
Murong Bo said: "Eating the emperor's salary is a matter of loyalty to the emperor.
You are a minister of the Liao Kingdom, but you only remember the personal hatred of your parents and don't think about serving the country with all your loyalty.
How can you be worthy of the Liao Kingdom?"
Xiao Feng took a step forward and said proudly: "Have you ever seen the tragic scene of the Song and Liao vendettas against each other at the border?
Have you ever seen the Song and Liao people's wives torn apart and their families destroyed?
It was easy for the Song and Liao to stop fighting for decades.
If the swords rise again and the Khitan cavalry invades the Southern Dynasty, do you know how many Song people will be brutally killed and how many Liao people will die miserably?"
When he said this, he remembered the cruelty of Song soldiers and Liao soldiers clearing each other's grass and valleys outside Yanmen Pass that day.
The situation became louder and louder as he talked about it, and he added: "The soldiers are fierce and the war is dangerous.
There is no guarantee of victory in the world.
The Song Dynasty has many soldiers and riches.
It only needs one or two famous generals to lead the troops to fight.
If the Liao and Tubo join forces, they may not be able to win."
Win.
Let’s fight one.
There are rivers of blood and mountains of bones, but you, Murong, are here to take advantage of the opportunity to revive the Yan Kingdom.
I am loyal to the Liao Dynasty to protect the land and the people, and not to kill people to seize land and build achievements for my own glory."
Suddenly I heard an old voice outside the window saying: "It's so good, it's so good.
Master Xiao has a kind heart.
He has the heart of a Bodhisattva to think of all the people in the world."
When the five people heard this, they were all surprised.
How could they not realize that there was someone outside the window?
And from the way this person spoke, it seemed like he had been outside the window for a long time.
Murong Fu shouted: "Who is it?"
Without waiting for the other party to answer, he slapped his palm with a bang, and the two long windows flew out from the buttons and landed on Your Excellency.
I saw a skinny monk in a green robe holding a broom in the corridor outside the window, sweeping the floor.
This monk is quite young, and his long and sparse beards are all white.
He moves slowly and has no strength, and he does not appear to have any martial arts skills.
Murong Fu asked again: "How long have you been hiding here?"
The old monk slowly raised his head and said, "The donor asked me how long I have been hiding here."
The five of them stared at him, and saw that his eyes were blank and he had no energy at all, but his voice was exactly the one that praised Xiao Feng just now. accent.
Murong Fu said: "Yes, I ask you how long you have been hiding here."
The old monk counted with his fingers.
After a while, he shook his head, with an apologetic look on his face, and said, "I can't remember clearly.
I don't know whether it was forty-two or forty-three years.
This old man Xiao When the layman first came to read the scriptures at night, I had been here for more than ten years.
Later, the old layman Murong came.
A few years ago, the monk Boluo Xing of that day also came to steal the scriptures.
The scriptures in it were turned over in a mess, and I don’t know why.”
Xiao Yuanshan was greatly surprised, thinking that he had come to Shaolin Temple to secretly study martial arts, and no monk in the temple knew about it.
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How could this old monk know that he had probably just heard his words outside the temple, so he talked nonsense here and said: "Why have I never seen you?"
The old monk said: "The layman was fully focused on the martial arts classics, with no distractions.
Naturally, he couldn't see the old monk.
I remember that the first night the layman came to the pavilion to borrow was a book of finger marks for the Wuxiang Jie.
Alas, from that night on , the layman has entered the devil's way, it's a pity, it's a pity."
Xiao Yuanshan's surprise was really no small matter.
He sneaked into the Sutra Pavilion on the first night and found a book of Wuxiangjie finger manuals.
He knew that this was one of the seventy-two unique skills of the Shaolin School.
He was overjoyed at that time.
No one except himself could do this. , and no one else knows, could it be that this old monk was actually witnessing it and all he said for a moment was: "You, you, you" The old monk added: "What the layman came to borrow for the second time was a book of Prajna Palm Technique.
At that time, the old monk sighed secretly, knowing that the layman had fallen into the devil, and was getting deeper and deeper.
He couldn't bear it, so he placed a Lotus Sutra and a Miscellaneous Agama Sutra in the place where the layman usually took books, hoping that the layman could borrow them. , study and understand.
Unexpectedly, the layman was obsessed with martial arts and ignored the authentic Buddhist teachings.
He put these two scriptures aside, found a book on the magic wand method, and left happily and encouraged.
Alas, I am drowning in a sea of misery, and I don’t know when I will have to turn back.”
Xiao Yuanshan listened to what he said casually, and what he said about his deeds in the Sutra Pavilion thirty years ago was absolutely correct.
He gradually turned from fright to fear, and from fear to terror.
Cold sweat broke out on his back, and his heart almost It also stopped beating.
The old monk slowly turned his head and looked at Murong Bo.
Murong Bo saw that his eyes were dull, as if he could not see anything, but it was as if he could clearly see through every secret hidden in his heart.
He couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in his heart.
The old monk sighed and said: "Although layman Murong is from the Xianbei tribe, he has been living in the south of the Yangtze River for several generations.
The old monk initially expected that the layman must have been involved in the literary talent of the Southern Dynasties.
Who knew that the layman came to the Sutra Collection Pavilion?
, translating my ancestor’s subtle words into French, All the sayings and experiences of eminent monks of all ages were discarded, but picking up a copy of the Flower Fingering Method was like finding a treasure.
In the past, people bought coffins and returned pearls, which made people laugh for thousands of years, but they also did this.
Stupid behavior.
Alas, it is harmful to both yourself and others."
Murong Bo was shocked.
When he first entered the Sutra Pavilion, the first martial arts manual he saw was indeed the Nian Hua Fingering Technique.
However, he carefully checked around and found that there was no one inside or outside the Sutra Pavilion.
How could this happen?
The old monk is as straightforward as seeing him personally The old monk then said: "The layman's heart is more greedy and multitasking than that of layman Xiao.
What Practitioner Xiao only practiced was how to restrain the existing martial arts of the Shaolin School.
However, Practitioner Murong included all the seventy-two unique skills of the temple and recorded copies of them all.
Then he returned to the Sutra Collection Pavilion and returned to the original books.
I think over the past few years, the layman has tried his best to master these seventy-two skills, and maybe he has passed them on to your master. " When he said this, he turned his eyes to Murong Fu.
After just one glance, he shook his head.
Then he saw Jiumozhi, then nodded and said: "Yes, your son is still young and has insufficient skills to study Shaolin."
The seventy-two unique skills were originally passed down to an eminent monk from India.
Maharaja Maharaja, you are wrong, completely wrong, the order is reversed, and disaster is imminent."
Jiumozhi had never been to the Sutra Pavilion and had no respect for the old monk.
He said coldly: "Why is the order reversed?
A catastrophe is imminent.
The words of the master are not alarmist."
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The old monk The monk said: "I'm not being alarmist.
King Ming, please transfer that Book of Changes to Just return the Sutra of Tendons to me."
Jiumozhi couldn't help but be shocked at this time, thinking: "How did you know that I snatched the Sutra of Tendons from that iron-headed man and asked me to return it to you?
How could it be so easy?"
He said with a strong voice. : "What Master Yi Jin Jing said is so difficult for people to understand."
The old monk said: "The martial arts of this sect were passed down from Patriarch Bodhidharma.
Buddhist disciples learn martial arts to strengthen their bodies, protect the Dharma and subdue demons.
When practicing any martial arts, they always have the thoughts of compassion and kindness in mind.
If you don't learn Buddhism, If it is the basis, then you will definitely hurt yourself when practicing martial arts.
The deeper you practice kung fu, the more serious your injuries will be.
If what you practice is just the outer martial arts of punching, kicking, and concealing weapons, then that’s it, it will do little harm to you, as long as you are strong, you can resist it.”
Suddenly I heard voices downstairs, and with a few gentle clicks of support, support, support on the stairs, eight or nine monks jumped up to the pavilion.
First came the Shaolin sect's two eminent monks of the Xuan generation, Xuan Sheng and Xuan Mie, followed by several foreign eminent monks such as Shenshanren, Master Daoqing, and Master Guanxin, followed by brothers Tianzhu Zheluoxing and Boluoxing.
After that came the two monks Xuan Gu and Xuan Jing of the Xuan generation.
The monks were surprised to see Xiao Yuanshan and his son, Murong Bo and his son, and Jiumozhi all in the pavilion, listening to an old monk with a strange face.
These monks are all well-educated and wise men.
They did not come forward to disturb him at the moment.
They stood aside and listened to what he said.
When the old monk saw the monks coming up, he ignored them and continued: "But if you are practicing the superior martial arts of our sect, such as Nianhua Finger, Duoluo Ye Finger, Prajna Palm, etc., and you do not use the compassionate Dharma to reconcile and resolve it every day, Then the hostility goes deep into the internal organs, getting deeper and deeper, which is worse than any external poison.
A hundred times more powerful.
Maharaja Mingwang was originally my disciple of Buddhism.
He studied the Buddha's teachings diligently and memorized and discerned.
He was unparalleled in the world.
However, if he did not have the thought of charity and salvation for all sentient beings, he would not be able to understand the classics and speak brilliantly.
Eliminate the hostility that comes from practicing these superior martial arts."
The group of monks only listened to a few words, and they felt that what the old monk said contained profound meanings, which no one before him had understood, and they all had awe-inspiring meanings in their hearts.
Several people clasped their hands together and praised: "Amitabha, so good, so good."
But listen to him continue: "Our Shaolin Temple has been established for thousands of years.
Throughout the ages, only Patriarch Bodhidharma has mastered all kinds of martial arts.
Since then, there has been no eminent monk who can master all kinds of martial arts.
Why is it that the books on the seventy-two unique skills have always been In this pavilion, my disciples have never been allowed to read it, so the king of Ming Dynasty knows that it is in good order."
Jiumozhi said: "That is Baosha's own business, how can outsiders know about it?"
Xuansheng, Xuanmie, Xuangu and Xuanjing all thought: "This old monk is dressed in the same color as a serving monk in this temple.
How can he have such knowledge and cultivation?"
Although the serving monk is a monk from Shaolin Temple, , but only ordained but did not become a disciple, did not teach martial arts, did not practice meditation, and did not rank among the generations of "Xuan, Hui, Xu, and Kong".
In addition to chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha, he only did some rough work such as burning fires, farming, sweeping, and civil engineering. .
Xuan Sheng and others were all the first-class eminent monks in the temple, so it was not surprising that they did not recognize this monk.
However, they could not help but be secretly surprised when they heard him talk about his elegance and his extraordinary knowledge.
The old monk continued: "There are seventy-two stunts in this temple.
Each of them can injure people's vital parts and take their lives.
They are fierce and ruthless, and can bring peace to the world.
Therefore, every stunt must be accompanied by corresponding compassion."
Buddhism solves this problem.
Not everyone in this temple knows this, but after one person has practiced four or five unique skills, his understanding of Zen will naturally be hindered. .
In our Shaolin sect, that is called martial arts barrier, which is the same as the knowledge and vision barrier in other sects.
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It should be noted that Buddhism seeks to save the world, and martial arts seeks to kill lives.
The stronger the desire, the more martial arts skills can be practiced, but a monk who has reached such a level does not bother to learn more powerful killing techniques. " Master Daoqing nodded and said, "The young monk suddenly became enlightened after hearing what Master Master said."
The old monk clasped his hands together and said, "I don't dare.
I hope you can tell me what I said wrong."
The monks clapped their hands together and said: "Master, please teach me more about Buddhism."
Jiumozhi thought: "The seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin Temple were stolen by Mr.
Murong and leaked to the outside world.
The monks in the Shaolin Temple were unwilling to accept it, but they had no choice but to send an old monk to pretend to be a ghost in order to deceive outsiders.
Dare to practice his martial arts?
Hehe, how can I, Jiumozhi, be so easily fooled?"
The old monk said again: "There are naturally some people in this temple who are not good enough in Buddhism but want to learn more superior martial arts.
However, if they continue to practice, they will either become possessed by demons or suffer from internal injuries that are difficult to heal.
Master Xuan Cheng of our temple has extraordinary abilities.
With extraordinary martial arts skills, all the senior monks were the best in martial arts in the temple for two hundred years.
But overnight, his muscles and veins suddenly broke and he became a cripple. " Xuansheng and Xuanmie suddenly knelt down and said, "Master, is there a way to save Brother Xuancheng?"
The old monk shook his head and said, "It's too late, we can't save him.
When Master Xuancheng came to the Sutra-Tiding Pavilion, When choosing martial arts classics, Lao Na reminded him three times that he would He persisted in his obsession and refused to realize it.
Now that his muscles and veins were severed, how could he resume them?
In fact, the five aggregates were empty, his body was injured, and he could no longer practice martial arts.
He diligently practiced Buddhism and became enlightened.
This was a blessing in disguise, as the two masters saw. , but not as good as Master Xuan Cheng.”
Xuan Sheng and Xuan Mie both said, "Yes.
Thank you for the enlightenment."
Suddenly, three soft sounds of chi, chi, and chi were heard.
The sound passed without any abnormality.
Xuansheng and others all knew that this was the skill of their "Shadowless Tribulation Finger".
They all looked at Jiumozhi and saw that the color on his face had changed, but he forced himself to smile.
It turned out that the more Jiumozhi listened, the more dissatisfied he became.
He thought to himself: "You said that the seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin School cannot be learned together.
Haven't I already learned them all?
How can I not have all my muscles and veins cut off and become a cripple?"
He folded his hands in his sleeves. , secretly used the "Phaseless Tribulation Finger", and flicked towards the old monk without knowing it.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the finger force reached three feet in front of the old monk, it seemed to encounter an extremely soft but extremely hard barrier.
With a few chissing sounds, the finger force dissipated without a trace, but there was no trace of it.
It doesn't bounce back.
Jiumozhi was shocked and thought to himself: "This old monk really has some ghost skills, he is not bluffing."
The old monk didn't seem to know and just said: "Both of you, please get up.
I am serving the masters in Shaolin Temple.
How can you handle this great ceremony?"
Xuan Sheng and Xuan Mie each felt a gentle force on their left arms.
With a gentle push, I couldn't help but feel Then he stood up, but didn't see the old monk stretching out his hands and brushing his sleeves.
They were all surprised and thought, with such latent skills and heart, could it be that this old monk is actually the incarnation of a Bodhisattva?
Otherwise, how could he be like this?
Vast supernatural powers and boundless Dharma The old monk said again: "The seventy-two unique skills of this temple are equally divided into two parts: body and function.
The body is the body of internal force, and the function is the method of application.
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Jushi Xiao, Jushi Murong, King Dalun Ming, and Senior Brother Tianzhu Polo Star have already possessed it.
What you learn in this temple are the superior internal skills.
Although there are some damages, they are not obvious for a while.
What you practice is Xiaoyao Sect's small phaseless skills."
Jiumozhi was shocked again.
He secretly learned Xiaoyao Sect's "Xiao Wuxiang Kung Fu".
No one knew how this old monk saw it.
But after thinking about it, he was relieved: "Xuzhu just fought with me and used Most of them are small phaseless skills.
"What Xu Zhu told him is not surprising," he said, "Although Xiaowu Xiangzhi originated from Taoism, it has been practiced by many Buddhist disciples recently.
After evolution, it has combined the strengths of both Buddhism and Taoism.
There are also many experts in this way in the temple.”
The old monk looked slightly surprised and said: "There are also people in Shaolin Temple who know Xiao Wu Xiang Gong.
This is the first time I heard about it today."
Jiumozhi thought to himself: "You pretend to be gods and ghosts, but it seems to be the same."
He smiled slightly, and Don't break it.
The old monk continued: "Xiao Xiang Gong is subtle and profound.
Based on this, the seventy-two unique skills of this temple can be used.
It's just that the subtle twists and turns are a bit specious."
Xuan Sheng turned to Jiumozhi and said, "Prince Ming claims to be a master of the seventy-two stunts of our sect, but it turns out he is a master of all methods."
The words were thorny and sharp.
Jiumozhi pretended not to hear and didn't reply.
The old monk said again: "If King Ming only practices the use of the seventy-two unique skills of the Shaolin School, his injuries will be hidden.
Although there are diseases, the original essence will not be endangered for a while.
But at this moment, King Ming's Chengqi point is stained Appears vermilion, smells the fragrance faintly on the acupuncture point Purple air came out, and the muscles and veins of the Jiache point vibrated.
Various signs showed that after Ming Wang had practiced the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, he went to practice the secret book of the temple's inner strength, the Yi Jin Jing."
When he said this, he shook his head slightly, his eyes Showing great compassion and regret.
Jiumozhi obtained the Yi Jin Sutra from Tietou Man a few months ago.
He knew it was a treasure of martial arts, so he immediately practiced hard in a quiet place.
He knew the Sanskrit characters in the sutra and understood its meaning.
However, after practicing over and over again, he never got the slightest bit Entering the country, it is expected that superior internal strength cannot be achieved overnight.
The Yi Jin Jing of the Shaolin School is as famous as the "Six Meridians Divine Sword" of the Tianlong Temple.
Murong Bo once called it the two supreme treasures in martial arts.
It might take ten or eight years of practice to suddenly master it.
It’s just that when I was practicing recently, I felt quite upset and confused, and it was difficult to grasp.
Could it be that what the old monk said was indeed true, and that it was really "the order was reversed, and a disaster was already imminent"?
Then I thought again: "Practice" practice It is common for people to fall into evil spirits due to failure of internal skills.
However, I am proficient in the secrets of internal and external martial arts.
How can I be as eloquent as this old monk?
If I fall into his trap, Jiumozhi's lifelong reputation will be in vain. " The old monk saw a look of worry on his face for the first time, but then he straightened his eyebrows and looked arrogant again.
He obviously regarded his words as the east wind in his ears, sighed softly, and said to Xiao Yuanshan "Xiao Jushi, do you feel a dull pain in the Liangmen and Taiyi points on your lower abdomen recently?"
Xiao Yuanshan's whole body shivered and he said: "The holy monk clearly saw that it is like this."
The old monk said again: "You are so insensitive on Guanyuan point, so what happened recently?"
Xiao Yuanshan was even more surprised and said with a trembling voice: "This The numbness was as big as a little finger ten years ago, but now it is almost as big as the mouth of a tea cup.”
Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng knew that the signs in his father's three vital points were caused by practicing Shaolin's special skills.
From what he said, he heard that this sign had been bothering him for many years and could not be eliminated, becoming a major worry.
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He immediately took two steps forward, knelt down on his knees, bowed to the old monk, and said, "Since the holy monk knows the root cause of my father's illness, he also prays for mercy and rescue."
The old monk put his hands together and returned the gift and said, "Please get up, benefactor.
The benefactor is kind-hearted and has the common people in the world in mind.
He is unwilling to harm the soldiers and civilians of Song and Liao Dynasties out of personal vendetta.
He is so benevolent and righteous, no matter what his instructions are, he will obey them."
No need to be polite."
Xiao Feng was overjoyed and kowtowed twice before standing up.
The old monk sighed and said: "Old donor Xiao killed many people in the past and hurt innocent people.
People like Mr. and Mrs.
Qiao Sanhuai and Master Xuanku should not be killed."
Xiao Yuanshan is a Khitan hero.
Although he is old, he still retains his fierce and fierce spirit.
Hearing the old monk scolding him, he said loudly: "I have been deeply injured, but I am over sixty years old and have a son.
Even if he dies in an instant, It's a pity that the holy monk wants me to admit my mistakes and repent, but he absolutely cannot."
The old monk shook his head and said: "I dare not ask the old benefactor to admit his mistakes and repent.
It's just that the old benefactor's injuries were caused by practicing Shaolin martial arts.
If you want to find a way to resolve it, you must find it in Buddhism."
When he said this, he turned to Murong Bo and said: "Murong, the old benefactor, regards death as a homecoming, so there is no need for me to talk too much.
But if the old man can point out the way, the old benefactor will be exempted from having to go to the three acupuncture points of Yangbai, Lianquan and Fengfu every day.
The pain of being pricked by thousands of needles three times, but nothing.”
Murong Bo's expression changed drastically, and his whole body could not help but tremble slightly.
His three acupuncture points, Yangbai, Lianquan and Fengfu, feel like thousands of needles pricking him at three o'clock every morning, noon and midnight every day.
The pain is unbearable.
No matter what kind of miraculous medicine he takes, it has no effect at all.
As long as he uses his internal strength, the pain of acupuncture will penetrate deep into the bone marrow.
He died three times in one day, how could he have any joy in life?
The pain had become more severe in recent years, so he was willing to die in exchange for Xiao Feng's promise to raise troops to attack the Song Dynasty.
Although it was for the great cause of reviving the Yan Kingdom, a small part of it was for Suffering from this nameless disease is really unbearable.
At this time, I suddenly heard the old monk tell me the root cause of his illness, which really shocked me.
A person with such advanced martial arts skills as him would not be surprised at all if a thunderbolt sounded in his ear.
Even if ten thunderbolts sounded in his ears, he would just think it was God's fart and ignore it.
But the old monk's plain words made him feel frightened and terrified.
His body trembled twice, and he suddenly felt that the sharp pain like acupuncture broke out again in the three acupuncture points of Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu.
Originally, this was not the time for the attack, but under the shock of his mind, the pain suddenly arose, and he could only grit his teeth and endure it.
But the teeth could not bite it tightly, and the upper and lower teeth collided, making it miserable.
Murong Fu knew that his father wanted to overcome his strong temper, so he would rather kill him than make a fool of himself and be humiliated in front of others.
He did not want to be like Xiao Feng, who knelt down and begged the old monk for his father.
He immediately offered his hands to Xiao Feng and his son and said He said: "The green hills remain unchanged and the green waters flow forever.
Let's say goodbye today.
You two want to avenge me and my son.
We are waiting for you at Shenhe Village in Yanziwu, Gusu."
He stretched out his hand to hold Murong Bo's right hand and said, "Dad, let's Let's go" The old monk said: "How could you bear to do this and let your father suffer this bone-breaking pain?"
Murong Fu's face turned pale, he took Murong Bo's hand and walked away.
Xiao Feng shouted: "You just want to get away from the world and have such a cheap thing.
Your father is sick.
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A man doesn't want to take advantage of others' danger, so he let him go.
You are not sick or in pain."
Murong Fu rushed up with anger and shouted: "Then I will follow Brother Xiao's clever move."
Xiao Feng did not even say anything, he shouted and used the "Seeing the Dragon in the Field" move from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and struck Murong Fu fiercely. past.
He saw that the terrain in the Sutra Pavilion was narrow and there were many experts, making it difficult to fight for a long time, so he used ten percent of his strength to kill the enemy in a few palms.
When Murong Fu saw the viciousness of his palm, he immediately used all his strength to resolve it with the technique of "fighting, turning, and star shifting".
The old monk clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, the good land of Buddhism, the two donors must not act recklessly and ignorantly."
With just one click of his palms, a force seemed to turn into an invisible high wall, blocking the gap between Xiao Feng and Murong Fu.
Xiao Feng's overwhelming palm force hit the wall and disappeared without a trace.
Xiao Feng was shocked.
He had never met an opponent in his life, but the old monk in front of him was far more powerful than himself.
Since he stopped him, he would never avenge today's revenge.
Thinking of his father's internal injuries, he bowed again and said: "I am a barbaric man, a man from the grassland, ignorant of etiquette, and offended the holy monk.
Please forgive me."
The old monk smiled and said: "Easy to say, easy to say.
The old monk has great respect for Almsgiver Xiao.
Only a great hero can show his true character, and Almsgiver Xiao deserves it."
Xiao Feng said: "The murders committed by my father were all caused by my lower body.
I begged the holy monk to heal my father's injuries.
I will bear all the responsibility for the crime and I will not give up even if I die."
The old monk smiled slightly and said: "I have already said that to resolve the internal injury of old donor Xiao, we must seek it from Buddhism.
Buddha is born from the heart, and Buddha is enlightenment.
Others can only give advice, but cannot do it for you.
I asked Xiao The old benefactor said something: If you have the ability to heal injuries, would you be willing to heal old benefactor Murong’s internal injuries?
Xiao Yuanshan was startled and said: "I will treat the injury of old man Murong."
Murong Fu shouted: "Keep your mouth clean."
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 pieces with a thousand knives."
The old monk "If you hadn't seen old benefactor Murong die an unexpected death, it would be hard to let go of the hatred in your heart."
Xiao Yuanshan said, "Exactly.
For the past thirty years, I have been thinking about this blood feud day and night."
The old monk nodded and said: "That's easy too."
He walked forward slowly, stretched out a palm and slapped Murong Bo on the top of his head.
When Murong Bo first saw the old monk approaching, he didn't care.
When he saw him extending his palm to pat his Tianling Cap, he hurriedly raised his left hand to make a gesture.
He was afraid that the other man's martial arts was too powerful.
After raising his hand, his body followed him and floated out. .
The martial arts passed down to him by the Murong family in Gusu is already very important.
After studying the seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin Temple, he has become even more powerful.
He raises his hand and floats around.
It seems ordinary, but with one palm he can block all kinds of things in the world.
The attacking moves can dodge any pursuing attack in the world, and the defensive posture is so tight and elegant that it can be said that it has been exhausted, and it is even more contemptuous.
Everyone in the pavilion was a master of martial arts.
When they saw him using these two moves, they all secretly applauded.
Even Xiao Yuanshan and his son couldn't help but admire him.
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Unexpectedly, the old monk gently slapped his palm down, and with a sound of waves, it hit the "Baihui point" in the middle of Murong Bo's forehead.
Murong Bo's moves were ineffective at all.
"Baihui point" is the most important point in the human body.
Even if it is touched by a person who knows no martial arts, there is still a risk of injury.
The old monk hit it with one blow.
Murong Bo's whole body was shaken, and he immediately lost his breath and fell backwards.
Then fall.
Murong Fu was shocked, rushed to support him, and shouted: "Daddy, Daddy."
But seeing that his father's mouth and eyes were closed and there was no breath coming out of his nostrils, he hurriedly reached out to touch his heart, and his heartbeat had stopped.
Murong Fu was filled with grief and anger.
He never expected that this old monk, who was full of compassion and Dharma, would actually do such a cruel thing.
He shouted: "You, you, you old thief," he leaned his father's body against the pillar, flew up, and raised his palms together.
He came out and struck hard at the old monk.
The old monk didn't hear or see, and ignored him at all.
Murong Fu pushed his palms two feet in front of the old monk, and suddenly he seemed to have hit an invisible wall of air, or even into a fishing net.
Although the palm force was strong, there was nothing he could do.
The force was bounced off by the air wall and hit a bookshelf.
Originally, since his castration was so violent, the force of the rebound must have been very fierce, but the strength of his palm seemed to be completely absorbed by the invisible wall of air, and then he was gently pushed away, causing his back to hit the bookshelf, but the bookshelf did not collapse.
Not a single volume of the scriptures piled on the shelves was left behind.
Murong Fu was very alert.
Although he was saddened by his father's death, he knew that the old monk's martial arts was ten times better than his own.
Even though he fought wildly and fiercely, there was nothing he could do.
He leaned on the bookshelf, pretending to be panting, and felt deeply in his heart.
Secretly thinking about how to surprise him with another sneak attack.
The old monk turned to Xiao Yuanshan and said calmly: "Old donor Xiao wanted to see with his own eyes that old donor Murong died an unexpected death, so as to calm down the hatred accumulated over the years.
Now that old donor Murong is dead, old donor Xiao can calm down with this tone."
Xiao Yuanshan was extremely surprised when he saw the old monk hit Murong Bo to death with one palm.
When he heard him asking this question, he couldn't help but feel at a loss, speechless and speechless.
In the past thirty years, he has been deliberately planning to avenge the death of his wife and the death of his son.
The truth emerged during this year.
He killed the Central Plains heroes who participated in the Battle of Yanmen Pass one by one.
Even Master Xuanku and Qiao Sanhuai died in his hands.
Later, he learned that the "leading brother" was the Shaolin abbot Xuanci, and exposed his adultery with Ye Erniang in front of the world's heroes, ruining his reputation and forcing him to commit suicide.
This revenge can be regarded as the best revenge.
Seeing that Xuan Ci died openly and without losing his heroic spirit, Xiao Yuanshan felt that it was too much, and the death of Ye Erniang made his conscience gradually uneasy.
But at that time, he learned that the traitor who had falsely spread the news and caused the tragedy was Murong Bo, the gray-clothed monk who was also hiding in the temple and fought against him three times.
Xiao Yuanshan was filled with anger and poured out all his anger on this man.
I wish I could eat its flesh and sleep on its skin, cramp its tendons and cook its bones.
Unexpectedly, an unknown old monk appeared out of nowhere and killed his biggest enemy with a slap of his hand as if nothing had happened.
In an instant, he felt as if he was floating in the clouds, with no place to stand in this world.
Xiao Yuanshan was very heroic when he was young.
He learned superb martial arts and served the country wholeheartedly.
He established a reputation and became a famous figure in history.
He and his wife had been childhood sweethearts since they were young, and they loved each other.
Not long after they got married, they gave birth to a son, Lin, who was even more cheerful and high-spirited.
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However, he felt that there was nothing he couldn't do in the world.
Unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred outside Yanmen Pass, and he fell into the valley and died.
After that, his whole person changed.
All fame, career, fame and wealth were like dust in his heart.
He thought about it day and night, just how to kill his enemy with his own hands to vent his great hatred.
He was originally a bold, honest and carefree man outside the Great Wall, but when his heart was filled with hatred, his temper became more and more surly.
He then lived in hiding in the Shaolin Temple for decades, sleeping day and night, practicing martial arts diligently.
He rarely spoke a word or two to others in a year, and his temperament changed drastically.
Suddenly, the enemies he had hated for decades died one by one in front of him.
Logically speaking, he should be very happy, but he felt indescribably lonely and desolate in his heart.
He felt that there was nothing else in this world.
However, living is a waste of time.
He squinted at Murong Bo who was leaning on the pillar, and saw that his face was peaceful and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was happier after death than alive.
In his heart, Xiao Yuanshan was slightly envious of his blessing, but he felt that once everything was over, everything would be wiped out after death.
In an instant, I felt desolate in my heart: "All my enemies are dead, and all my revenge has been avenged.
Where am I going back to Daliao?
Why am I going to live in seclusion outside Yanmen Pass?
Why are I taking Feng'er around the world?
, Wandering around for what?”
The old monk said: "Old Donor Xiao, wherever you want to go, please do it."
Xiao Yuanshan shook his head and said: "I, I, am going wherever I want, I have nowhere to go."
The old monk said: "Old Donor Murong, is I beat him to death, but you failed to take revenge with your own hands, so "I feel regretful, don't you?"
Xiao Yuanshan said, "No, even if you didn't kill him, I wouldn't want to kill him."
The old monk nodded and said, "That's right, but this young hero Murong was hurt by his father's death.
I want to seek revenge against you and me, but what should I do?"
Xiao Yuanshan was disheartened and said: "The great monk took action on my behalf.
Young Master Murong wants to avenge his father, so just come and kill me."
He sighed and said: "It would be better if he came to take my life.
Feng'er, you Let's go back to Daliao.
Our things are done and the road has come to an end."
Xiao Feng shouted: "Dad, you" The old monk said: "If Mr.
Murong kills you, your son will definitely kill Mr.
Murong to avenge you.
Such resentment will be repaid.
When will it be over?
Why don't all the sins in the world belong to me."
He took a step forward, raised his hand and slapped Xiao Yuanshan's head down.
Xiao Feng was shocked.
This old monk could kill both Murong Bo and his father with one palm.
He shouted loudly: "Stop".
He used both palms to strike the old monk hard in the chest.
He had great respect for the old monk, but now in order to save his father, he had no choice but to fight with all his strength.
The old monk stretched out his left palm to block Xiao Feng's push, but his right palm still hit the top of Xiao Yuanshan's head.
Xiao Yuanshan didn't expect to resist.
When he saw the old monk's right palm was about to touch his forehead, the old monk suddenly shouted loudly and struck Xiao Feng with his right palm instead.
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The power of Xiao Feng's palms was locked with his left palm.
Suddenly he saw his right palm turning to attack him.
He immediately pulled out his left palm to block it and shouted at the same time: "Dad, go quickly, go quickly."
Unexpectedly, the old monk's right palm changed midway.
Xiang, it was a purely feint move, just to divert the power of one of Xiao Feng's palms to reduce the force pushing towards him.
Xiao Feng moved his left palm, and the old monk's right palm immediately circled, and with a soft sound, it hit Xiao Yuanshan's top door.
At this moment, Xiao Feng's right palm struck, with a loud bang, it hit the old monk's chest hard, followed by several clicks, and several ribs were broken.
The old monk smiled slightly and said: "What a handsome man, his Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are indeed the best in the world."
As soon as the word "一" was spoken, a stream of blood spurted out from his mouth.
Xiao Feng was stunned for a moment, and went to help his father, but saw that his breathing had stopped, his heart stopped beating, and he had died.
He was filled with grief and lost his mind.
The old monk said: "It's time to go."
He grabbed the collar of Xiao Yuanshan's corpse with his right hand, and grabbed the collar of Murong Bo's corpse with his left hand.
He took a long step forward, and walked a few steps as if he was walking on a levitation.
Then he stepped out of the window.
Xiao Feng and Murong Fu shouted in unison: "What are you doing?"
They struck the old monk's vest with their palms.
Just a moment ago, the two of them were at odds with each other and wanted to fight to the death.
At this time, their fathers were both killed.
They actually shared the same hatred and joined forces to pursue their enemies.
The two palms combined, and the strength was even greater.
Pushed by the wind of the two palms, the old monk floated forward several feet like a kite.
His hands were still holding the two corpses, and the three bodies were floating lightly and unconsciously.
Like flesh and blood.
Xiao Feng jumped up and chased out of the window, only to see the old monk carrying two corpses and walking straight towards the mountain.
Xiao Feng quickened his pace and could catch up with him in just three steps and two steps.
Unexpectedly, the old monk's Qinggong was so miraculous that he had never seen it in his life before, as if he possessed some evil magic.
Xiao Feng ran with all his strength, feeling the mountain wind blowing against his face like a knife.
He knew that he was running at an extraordinary speed, but he was always two or three feet away from the old monk's back.
His continuous palm strikes always came to nothing.
The old monk turned east and west in the barren mountain and arrived at a flat place in the forest.
He placed the two corpses under a tree and sat cross-legged.
He sat behind the two corpses. , with both palms pressed against the vests of the two corpses.
As soon as he sat down, Xiao Feng had already arrived.
Xiao Feng saw that the old monk behaved strangely, so he did not step forward to take action.
I just heard the old monk say: "I'll carry them and run around for a while to revitalize the blood."
Xiao Feng almost didn't believe his ears.
What does it mean to revitalize the blood of a dead person?
He said smoothly: "Revitalize the blood."
The old monk said: "Their internal injuries are too serious.
We must first put them to a restful sleep before trying to save them."
Xiao Feng's heart trembled: "Could it be that my father is not dead?
He is treating his father's injuries.
How can there be any in the world?"
Beat the person to death first and then treat his injuries."
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Not long after, Murong Fu, Jiumozhi, Xuan Sheng, Xuan Mie and people from the sacred mountain arrived one after another, and saw wisps of white gas suddenly coming out of the tops of the two corpses.
The old monk turned the two corpses to face each other, and then held the two corpses' four hands together.
Murong Fu shouted: "What are you doing?"
The old monk didn't answer, but walked slowly around the two corpses, constantly reaching out and tapping, sometimes on Xiao Yuanshan's "Dazhui Point", sometimes on Murong Bo's "Jade Point".
After hitting the "pillow point", I saw that the white air on the top of the two corpses was getting thicker and thicker.
After another cup of tea, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's bodies trembled slightly at the same time.
Xiao Feng and Murong Fu were surprised and shouted together: "Daddy" Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo slowly opened their eyes, glanced at each other, and then closed them.
But seeing Xiao Yuanshan's face glowing red, Murong Bo's face had a faint green air.
Only then did everyone understand that the old monk had just hit the two people in the Sutra Pavilion, which only caused them to temporarily stop breathing and stop their hearts from beating.
It was considered a method to treat serious internal injuries.
Many people with advanced internal skills have practiced the "Turtle Breath" method.
However, it automatically stops breathing.
It is unbelievable that someone can stop breathing with a slap and not die.
Since this old monk had good intentions, he could have made it clear in advance why he would make such a big joke, which made Xiao Feng and Murong Fu so frightened and furious, and even more so that he himself was hit by Xiao Feng's palm, spitting blood, and everyone's hearts were filled with blood.
There was a mystery, but seeing the old monk turning his palms with full concentration, no one dared to ask.
Gradually, I heard Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo breathing louder and louder, and became heavier and heavier.
As Xiao Yuanshan's face gradually turned red, and then it looked like bleeding, Murong Bo's face became greener and greener.
Very afraid of people.
Everyone onlookers know that one is caused by excessive yang energy and a weak fire, while the other is caused by excessive yin energy and internal congestion caused by wind and cold.
Xuan Sheng, Xuan Mie, Dao Qing, etc. all carry magic medicine for their injuries, but they don't know which one is right for their symptoms.
Suddenly, the old monk was heard shouting: "Hey, the four hands are holding each other, and the inner breath is corresponding, using the yin to help the yang, and using the yang to transform the yin.
The king's domineering ambitions, the sea of blood and deep hatred, all return to the dust, disappearing invisible."
Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's hands were originally holding each other's, but when the old monk shouted, they couldn't help but tighten their palms.
The inner energy in each person's body rushed towards the other, and they understood each other and made up for the deficiency.
Their faces gradually faded away.
Qing became pale; after a while, the two of them opened their eyes at the same time and smiled at each other.
Xiao Feng and Murong Fu each felt indescribably happy to see their father open his eyes and smile.
Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo stood up hand in hand and knelt down in front of the old monk.
The old monk said: "You two have walked from birth to death, and from death to life, but there is still something in your heart that you can't let go of.
If you had died just now, what thoughts would you have about reviving Dayan and avenging your wife?"
Xiao Yuanshan said: "Disciple Kong has been a monk in Shaolin Temple for thirty years.
It is all fake and does not have any compassion for Buddhist disciples.
I beg Master to include it."
The old monk said: "I don't want to avenge you for killing your wife."
"Xiao Yuanshan said: "My disciple has killed hundreds of people in his life.
If the family members of the people I killed came to seek revenge from me, even if my disciple died a hundred times, it would not be enough."
The old monk turned to Murong Bo and said, "What about you?"
Murong Bo smiled slightly and said, "Common people are like dust, and emperors are also like dust.
If Yan does not regain his country, it will be empty, and if it recovers, it will be empty."
The old monk laughed and said: "It's great to have great enlightenment, it's good, it's good."
Murong Bo said: "Please master, please accept me as a disciple and enlighten me more."
The old monk said: "If you want to become a monk, you must seek ordination from the masters in Shaolin Temple.
I have a few words that I might as well tell you."
He immediately sat down and said the sermon.
When Xiao Feng and Murong Fu saw their father kneeling down, they also knelt down.
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When Xuan Sheng, Xuan Mie, Shen Shan, Dao Qing, Bo Luo Xing, etc. heard what the old monk said about the subtle points, they couldn't help but feel very happy.
Their hearts of admiration arose spontaneously, and they all knelt down.
When Duan Yu arrived, he heard that the old monk was explaining the Buddhist meaning to everyone.
He just wanted to go around to the other side of the old monk and take a look at his appearance.
Who knew that Jiumozhi would suddenly attack and was hit in the chest?
One of his swords is the "Flaming Knife"
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