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Text Chapter 624: Mr. Qi, the Sweeping Monk

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    "Brother Xiao, just rest assured and take revenge, they won't be able to escape."

    At this moment, a clear and clear voice suddenly came down from the top of the pavilion, and then the windows were opened without any wind. A figure flashed, and there was an extra person in the Sutra Pavilion. He had a jade face and a green shirt, a graceful demeanor, and he was clearly upright.  It's Ling Muyun.

    Although Ling Muyun started the latest, his Qinggong was unparalleled in the world and was still superior to Xiao Feng and others, so he easily caught up with him. He fell into the Scripture Collection Pavilion almost at the same time as Xiao Feng and others entered the Scripture Collection Pavilion.  On top of the pavilion, Murong Fu arrived earlier than Murong Fu, but because everyone's attention was on each other, and Ling Muyun's Qinggong was too high, he flew like the wind and landed silently, so Xiao Feng and others didn't even notice.

    Seeing the arrival of Ling Muyun, Xiao Feng couldn't help but be overjoyed, but the expressions of Murong Bo and Murong Fu, father and son, suddenly darkened.

    Xiao Feng said to Xiao Yuanshan: "Dad, this is my child's best friend Ling Muyun."

    Xiao Yuanshan laughed and said: "You know, you know, the famous Mr. Qi? Although I have been living in the temple and ignorant, I have heard of your name. The previous time my son was in danger in Juxian Manor, thanks to Mr. Ling's help, I have no idea about this  Grateful."

    Ling Muyun waved his hand and said, "Uncle, you are too polite. Brother Xiao and I have the same mind. What does a few things mean?"

    Having said this, Ling Muyun said to Xiao Feng: "Brother Xiao, do you need my help?"

    Xiao Feng said: "Thank you dear brother for coming to help me. However, this is the hatred of my Xiao Feng family and has nothing to do with my dear brother. As long as my dear brother can help plunder the formation, it is enough not to let this old thief escape. This old thief I  I have to kill him with my own hands!"

    Hearing what Xiao Feng said, Murong Bo and Murong Fu, father and son, felt slightly relieved at the same time.  Ever since the battle at Piaomiao Peak, the father and son had long been extremely afraid of Ling Muyun. Facing Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng, the father and son were at a disadvantage.  However, they are not without the strength to fight, but if they face Ling Muyun, they will not even be able to raise their spirits to fight.

    "Old thief Murong, today's matter will not be judged by life or death, and we will never give up. Just accept the move!" Xiao Feng shouted.  He raised his hand and struck out with a "huh" palm, and struck towards Murong Bo fiercely.

    Feeling the overwhelming force coming from his palm, Murong Bo's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly raised a finger of his left hand, concentrating his power to dispel the power of his palm.  There was a "click" sound.  The two bookshelves on the left had pieces of wood flying and broken into several pieces, and the scriptures on the shelves immediately collapsed.

    However, the force of Xiao Feng's palm was too powerful. Although Murong Bo brushed it away, it was not relieved. He just shifted the direction of his palm and hit the bookshelf.

    at this time.  Suddenly, an old voice was heard outside the long window saying: "Amitabha, layman Xiao, old layman Murong, this is a pure place for Buddhism. Fighting here would be against the Buddha. It is better to resolve the grudges than to end them. It is better for the two families to let go."  How about turning conflicts into friendship?¡±

    Except for Ling Muyun, everyone present was shocked. Why were they so unaware that there was someone under the window?  And from the way this person spoke, it seemed like he had been outside the window for a long time, and he didn't seem to have just arrived.

    "Who are you, get out of here!" Murong Fu shouted, without waiting for a reply.  With a sudden slap of the palm, the two long windows flew out of their buttons with a "bang" sound and landed on you.

    Everyone looked around and saw the corridor outside the window.  A skinny old monk wearing gray cloth monk's robes was sweeping the floor with a broom.

    This old monk looks really old, and his sparse long beards are completely white, but it is hard to tell how old he is. He looks like he is only seventy or eighty years old, but he has such a twilight look.  He is old, but makes people feel as if he is over a hundred years old. His movements are slow, his energy is weak, and he does not look like he has martial arts.

    Everyone was surprised. How could such an old monk, who didn't look like he had any special skills, eluded the awareness of so many great masters?

    However, Ling Muyun felt a shiver in his heart. If he guessed correctly, this old monk should be his main target here. He is the real master sweeper monk in the Tianlong world. No one can feel the slightest mastery in him.  The aura just shows that this old monk has reached the state of a master who has returned to his original nature.

    At this time, I heard Murong Fu ask: "Old monk, how long have you been hiding here?"

    The old monk slowly raised his head and said: "Donor, are you asking mehow long have I been hiding here?"

    Everyone stared at him and saw that his eyes were blank and he had no energy at all. He looked like an ordinary old man who had become a little confused as he got older. However, I heard that the voice he spoke had the same accent as he had just persuaded Xiao Feng and Murong Bo.  .

    Murong Fu said: "NoWrong, let me ask you how long you have been hiding here?  "

    The old monk counted with his fingers. After a while, he shook his head, with a trace of apology on his face, and said: "II can't remember clearly. I don't know whether it was forty-two or forty-three years."  . When this old layman Xiao first came to read the scriptures at night, II had been here for more than ten years. Laterthen the old layman Murong also came. Alas, you came and I went to read the scriptures in the pavilion.  It¡¯s a mess and I don¡¯t know why.¡±

    " Xiao Yuanshan couldn't help being surprised, thinking that he came to Shaolin Temple to secretly study martial arts. No monk in the temple knew about it. How could this old monk know?  Most likely, the old monk just heard his words outside the temple and came here to talk nonsense and bluff him. He immediately said: "You are talking nonsense. Since you have been here all the time, then why have I never seen you?"  ?¡±

    The old monk said: "The layman was all focused on the martial arts classics, with nothing else in his mind, so naturally he couldn't see the old monk. I remember that the first night the layman came to the Sutra Pavilion, he borrowed a book called 'Nothing.  "Xiang Jie Zhi Pu', alas, from that night on, the layman has entered the devil's path, what a pity, what a pity!"

    As he spoke, the old monk shook his head and sighed, as if an elder was talking about a young junior who had gone astray.

    Xiao Yuanshan's surprise was really no small matter. He hid in the Shaolin Temple and came to the Sutra Pavilion on the first night to secretly read the scriptures. The first martial arts secret book he found was indeed the 'Wuxianjie Fingerprint'. He knew that this was the Seven Shaolin Sect's  One of the twelve unique skills, he was overjoyed at the time. Apart from himself, no one else knew about it. Could it be that the old monk was witnessing it with his own eyes?

    For a moment, Xiao Yuanshan felt confused and he just pointed at the old monk and said: "Youyouyou"

    The old monk added: "The second time the layman came to borrow a book, 'Prajna Palm Technique'." At that time, the old monk sighed secretly, knowing that the layman was getting deeper and deeper into the devil.  , put out a "Lotus Sutra" and a "Za Agama Sutra", hoping that the lay people could borrow them, study and understand them, and resolve the demonic obstacles. Unexpectedly, the lay people were obsessed with martial arts and ignored the authentic Buddhism.  I left the scriptures aside and found a copy of "The Magic Wand Technique", but I left with joy and encouragement. Alas, I am addicted to the sea of ??suffering, and I don't know when I can turn back."

    Xiao Yuanshan listened to the old monk's words casually and described very well what he did when he entered the Sutra Pavilion at night thirty years ago. He gradually turned from fright to fear, from fear to terror, and cold sweat broke out on his back.  , a heart almost stopped beating.

    At this moment, the old monk slowly turned his head and looked towards Murong Bo.  When Murong Bo saw that the old monk's eyes were dull, as if he could not see anything, yet he seemed to be able to 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 lived in the south of the Yangtze River for several generations. The old monk thought that the layman must have been exposed to the literary talent of the Southern Dynasties. Little did he know that the layman came to the Sutra Collection Pavilion.  , I discarded all my ancestor's subtle French words and the sayings and sayings of eminent monks of all ages, but I picked up a copy of "The Fingering Method of Nianhua" and found it as if I had found a treasure. In the past, people bought coffins and returned pearls, which made them laugh for thousands of years.  It¡¯s such a pity that a great man in this world can do this foolish thing. It¡¯s harmful to both himself and others.¡±

    Murong Bo was shocked. When he first entered the Sutra Pavilion, the first martial arts secret book he saw was indeed the 'Nian Hua Finger Technique'. However, at that time, he carefully checked around and found out that there was no one inside or outside the Sutra Pavilion.  Why does this old monk seem to have seen it personally?

    The old monk said again: "The layman's heart is even more greedy than that of Master Xiao. What Master Xiao only practices is to study the martial arts and restraint methods of the existing masters of the Shaolin School, but Master Murong will  The seventy-two special skills of this temple were collected one by one, and they were all copied, and then they returned to the Sutra Pavilion and returned to the original book. I think that over the past few years, the layman has tried his best to master these seventy-two special skills, but  What a pity, what a pity.¡±

    Murong Bo was frightened by what he said and couldn't help asking: "What's the pity?"

    The old monk said: "The martial arts of this sect were passed down from Patriarch Bodhidharma, and are intended for Buddhist disciples to practice to strengthen their bodies, protect the Dharma and subjugate demons. Therefore, when practicing any martial arts, you must always have compassion and benevolence in your heart.  They can complement each other and get twice the result with half the effort. If you don't practice martial arts as a foundation, you will definitely hurt yourself. The deeper you practice, the more serious your injuries will be.  If you don¡¯t have a good martial arts, that¡¯s fine, it will do little harm to you, as long as your body is strong and you can resist it"

    Just as the old monk was talking, he suddenly heard voices downstairs. Following a few soft "chacha" sounds on the stairs, several monks jumped up to the pavilion. It was Xuan Sheng and Xuan Mie of the Xuan generation of the Shaolin School.  Four eminent monks including Xuan Gu and Xuan Jing.

    It turns out that after seeing Xiao Feng, Ling Muyun and others entering the temple one after another, ShaolinThe monks were worried, so except for a few eminent monks of the Xuan generation left to deal with the situation in front of the mountain gate, most of the other masters of the Xuan generation of the Shaolin sect followed them into the temple and spread out to look for traces of Xiao Feng and others.  In order to prevent everyone from causing any uncontrollable situation in the temple.
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