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    In fact, the backlash of martial arts is not absolute. If you are not practicing advanced martial arts, or your martial arts skills are not high enough and cannot touch the profound level of artistic conception, the impact will be minimal.

    Or perhaps the martial arts cultivation level of the practitioner is extremely advanced, and even if the martial arts is forcibly practiced against the artistic conception of the martial arts, it can suppress its backlash. However, such people are all extraordinary and peerless masters, and their own realm is not weaker than or even exceeds that of the martial arts creator.  At this level of cultivation, it is no longer necessary to practice such martial arts.

    Speaking of this, Ling Muyun couldn't help but feel sorry for Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo.  In fact, the two of them were already top martial arts masters before. Xiao Yuanshan alone killed and injured most of the Central Plains martial arts heroes who went to ambush them, and they lost their armor.  Murong Bo is also famous in the world. The reason why Murong Fu is known as Nan Murong and Xiao Feng is mostly due to his legacy.

    Before the two of them sneaked into the Shaolin Temple, except for the old monk who had hidden his power and fame, there was probably no one in the entire Shaolin sect who could beat the two of them.  Sneaking into the temple and working hard to learn secretly for more than thirty years, although the two people's martial arts have improved quite a lot, they have not improved by leaps and bounds. They may not be much better than those who specialize in their own martial arts. Instead, they have developed a whole body of hidden injuries. It can be said that  The gain outweighs the loss.

    At this time, the old monk sweeping the floor 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 was shaken and he said: "The divine monk clearly saw that this is exactly what happened."

    The old monk said again: "Then you are so insensitive on your 'Guanyuan Point'. How about you recently?"

    Xiao Yuanshan was even more surprised and said in a trembling voice: "This numb spot was only the size of a little finger ten years ago, but nowit is almost the size of a teacup mouth now."

    After hearing this, Xiao Feng contacted what the old monk said before. How could he not know that his father had developed hidden injuries due to his strong Shaolin skills?  And from what he said, it sounded like this was no longer something that happened overnight, but had been a worry that had been plaguing it for many years. If it continued to develop, the consequences would be unpredictable.  Take two steps forward immediately.  He knelt down on his knees, bowed to the old monk, and said, "Master knows the root cause of my father's illness, and I also ask him to be merciful and save him."

    The old monk returned the favor.  Said: "Almsgiver Xiao is a kindhearted and righteous person. He is well-known in the world. He is also so filial, but if you are asked, how can I not refuse to do so? There is really no need to be polite. Please get up quickly."

    Xiao Feng was overjoyed and kowtowed twice more before standing up.

    The old monk sighed and said: "Old benefactor Xiao killed a lot of people in the past and hurt innocent people. Even if old benefactor Xiao could not express his grievances, he could bring disaster to dozens of members of the iron-faced judge Shan Zheng's family and seriously injure Master Xiao's mentor, Master Xuanku.  But it¡¯s a bit much.¡±

    Xiao Yuanshan is a Khitan hero. Although he is old, he has not lost his fierceness. Hearing the old monk scolding himself, he said loudly: "I know that my injuries are difficult to heal, but now I am over sixty years old and have a son who has become a talented person. Even if  If you die in an instant, what's the point of regretting it? The holy monk wants me to admit my mistake and repent, but I can't."

    The old monk shook his head and said: "I don't dare to ask the old benefactor to repent. It's just that the old benefactor's injury was 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: "Old donor Murong, you are suffering from thousands of needles pricking your three acupuncture points three times a day at Yangbai, Lianquan and Fengfu. Isn't it hard to endure?"

    Murong Bo¡¯s expression changed drastically, and his whole body could not help but tremble slightly.  Just as the old sweeping monk said, the three acupoints on his body, Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu, feel like being pricked by thousands of needles at three o'clock every morning, noon, and midnight, and the pain is unbearable. No matter what kind of miraculous medicine he takes,  All of them have no effect at all.

    If you use internal strength to resist, the pain of the acupuncture will be more severe, and the pain will penetrate deep into the bone marrow.  In one day, it's like dying three times in a row. Where is the joy of life?  When he suddenly heard the old monk tell him the root cause of his illness, he was really shocked.

    For a person with advanced martial arts skills like Murong Bo, even if there is a thunder in his ears, he will not be surprised at all. Even if there are ten thunders, he will just regard it as God's fart and ignore it.  But the old monk's plain words made him feel frightened and panicked. His body suddenly shook twice and he suddenly felt the needle-like acupuncture points in the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan and Fengfu.  The severe pain started again.

    Originally, this was not the time for pain, but under the shock of Murong Bo's mind, the pain that should have occurred at three o'clock in the afternoon suddenly occurred. At the moment, he could only grit his teeth and endure it.  But under the severe pain, he could not bite his teeth tightly, and his upper and lower teeth kept colliding with each other. Big drops of cold sweat fell from his forehead, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

    Murong Fu knew that his father had a strong and competitive temper, so he would rather kill him than make a fool of himself in front of others, and heNot wanting to be like Xiao Feng, who knelt down and begged the old monk for his father's sake, he immediately bowed his hands to Xiao Feng and his son, and said: "The green mountains will not change, and the green water will flow forever. I will say goodbye today. You two want to avenge me and my son.  We are waiting for you at Shenhe Village in Yanziwu, Suzhou."

    Having said this, he reached out and took Murong Bo's right hand, saying: "Dad, let's go!"

    The old monk said: "How can you bear to do this and let me suffer such bone-breaking pain?"

    Murong Fu¡¯s face turned pale, he took Murong Bo¡¯s hand and walked away.

    Xiao Feng shouted: "You want to leave now? Is there such a thing as cheap in the world? Murong Fu, your father is sick. A man doesn't take advantage of others' danger. I'll let him go for once today, but 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 didn't even say a word, and directly hit Murong Fu with the "Seeing the Dragon in the Field" move from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

    He saw that the terrain in the Sutra Pavilion was small and there were many experts, so it was not convenient for him to fight for a long time, so he used 100% of his strength as soon as he started to take the enemy's life 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 unknown old monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha. In a good place of Buddhism, the two donors must not touch the fire of ignorance."

    With just one click of his palms, a force seemed to turn into an invisible wall of energy, 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 rarely encountered an opponent in his life, but the old monk in front of him was obviously much stronger than him. Since he stopped him, he would never avenge today.  He thought of his father's internal injuries.  Then he bowed and said: "I am a barbaric man. I know no etiquette, and I have offended the holy monk. Please forgive me."

    The old monk smiled and said: "It's easy to talk. It's easy to talk. The old monk has great respect for Donor Xiao. Only great heroes can show their true colors, and Donor Xiao deserves it."

    Xiao Feng said: "The murders committed by my father were all caused by me. 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. The Buddha is born from the heart, and the Buddha is enlightenment. Others can only give guidance, but cannot do it for you. I asked Xiao  Old benefactor, if you have the ability to heal injuries, would you be willing to heal old benefactor Murong's internal injuries?"

    Xiao Yuanshan couldn't help but be startled, and said as if he didn't believe it: "You want me to treat the injury of old man Xiao Rong?"

    Murong Fu shouted: "Keep your mouth clean."

    Xiao Yuanshan gritted his teeth and said: "Old man Murong caused my wife and family to be separated and my family to be destroyed. He has ruined my life. I want to cut him into pieces and chop him into pieces. How can I save him?"

    The old monk sweeping the floor said: "Old benefactor Xiao, so if you didn't see old benefactor Murong die an unexpected death, it would be difficult for you to let go of the great hatred in your heart?"

    Xiao Yuanshan said: "Exactly, for the past thirty years, I have been thinking about this blood feud day and night. If I can't see the culprit beheaded with my own eyes, I won't be able to rest in peace even if I die."

    "Actually, this is not difficult."

    The old monk nodded, and as he spoke, he slowly stepped forward, stretched out a skinny palm, and patted Murong Bo's head directly.

    When Murong Bo first saw the old monk approaching, he didn't care, because judging from the old monk's leisurely behavior, he really didn't look like he was going to attack anyone.  When he saw the old monk stretching out his palm to pat his Tianling Cap, he realized that the other party was actually attacking him. He raised his left hand hurriedly, fearing that the other party's martial arts was too powerful. After raising his hand, his body floated backwards.

    Murong Bo's family martial arts in Gusu were already very good at practicing martial arts. After studying the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple, Murong Bo's martial arts improved even more, and he gradually reached the peak. He raised his hand and floated.  His body looks ordinary, but he can block all attacks in the world with one palm, and dodge any pursuit in the world with one step.  The tightness and elegance of the defense can be said to be the most wonderful martial arts in the world. Everyone in the pavilion is a master of martial arts. When they saw him using these two moves, they couldn't help but secretly cheer.

    Who would have thought that Murong Bo's extremely wonderful move of retreating from one square to the next had no effect at all.  The old monk gently slapped his palm down, and with a "wave" sound, it hit the "Baihui point" in the middle of Murong Bo's forehead. The "Baihui point" is the most important point in the human body.  A man skilled in martial arts encountered him and was in danger of being injured. The old monk hit him with one blow, and Murong Bo's whole body was shaken. He suddenly lost his breath and fell backwards.

    "Dad!" Murong Fu was shocked and rushed forward to help him. He saw that his father Murong Bo's eyes were closed tightly and there was no air coming out of his nostrils.He quickly reached out and touched his heart, and his heartbeat had stopped.

    Murong Fu couldn't help but feel mixed with sadness and anger. He never expected that this old monk who was full of compassion and Dharma would suddenly take such a vicious step and shouted: "You old thief, bald man, give back my father's life!"

    As he spoke, he leaned Murong Bo's body against the pillar, flew up, thrust out both palms, and struck hard at the old monk.

    However, when faced with Murong Fu's palm strike, the old monk turned a blind eye and ignored it.  Murong Fu pushed his palms two feet in front of the old monk. 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 only entered less than a foot before it was bounced out by the air wall and hit a bookshelf.

    Originally, Murong Fu came back with great force, and the corresponding force of the rebound must also be very fierce, but his palm force seemed to be completely eliminated by the invisible wall of energy, and then he was gently pushed away, so his back hit the bookshelf.  At that time, all the strength had been exhausted, but the bookshelf did not collapse, and not even a single volume of the scriptures piled on the shelf fell down.

    Murong Fu was a very alert person.  Although I was heartbroken over the death of my father, I knew that the martial arts skills of this old sweeping monk were more than ten times better than his. Even if he fought wildly, there was nothing he could do. So I leaned on the bookshelf, pretending to be panting, but in my 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 the tragic death of old donor Murong, so that he could calm down the hatred accumulated over the years. Now that old donor Murong is dead, old donor Xiao can calm down, right?"

    " Xiao Yuanshan was extremely surprised when he saw the old monk hit Murong Bo to death with one palm, but when he heard him asking him this question, he couldn't help but feel confused.  Gaping.  Speechless.

    Xiao Yuanshan was also a heroic and heroic figure when he was young.  He also had to meet a famous teacher, learn superb martial arts, and serve the country wholeheartedly.  Establish a reputation and become a figure whose name will go down in history.

    He and his wife had been childhood sweethearts since they were young, and they were in love with each other. Not long after they got married, they gave birth to a son, Lin, who was even more cheerful and high-spirited. 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.  After becoming immortal, his whole person also changed. All fame, career, fame and wealth were like dust in his eyes. 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.

    In the past thirty years, he has been deliberately planning to avenge the murder of his wife and the death of his son. Anyone who was slightly involved in this matter was on his killing list. He took action to kill Elder Xu of the Beggar Gang and Iron Mask.  Judge Shan Zheng, Tan Gong Tan Po, Zhao Qiansun and others were all affected by this. Even Master Xuan Ku, who taught his son martial arts, was angered by him and was seriously injured by him and lost all his martial arts.

    This time he learned that the traitor who caused a tragedy for his family was the traitor who was lurking in the temple and fought against him three times. Xiao Yuanshan was filled with anger and poured all his energy into this man.  On the body, 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 palm as if nothing had happened. In an instant, he felt as if he were in the clouds, feeling as if he was floating in this place.  There is no place in the world.

    Suddenly, the enemies he had hated for decades died one by one in front of him. Logically speaking, he should be very happy, but in fact, he felt indescribably lonely and desolate in his heart. He just felt that this world  There is nothing to do anymore, and life is in vain.

    The nameless old monk said: "Old benefactor Xiao, your great revenge has been avenged and your resentment has been relieved. But this young hero Murong is deeply saddened by his father's death. He will inevitably seek revenge against me and you. What should we do?"

    Xiao Yuanshan was disheartened and said: "The great monk took action on my behalf. Young Master Murong wants to avenge his father. Just come and kill me. My great revenge will be avenged. There is nothing left to miss in this world. Even if I die immediately, there will be no regrets."  it's not a big deal."

    The nameless old monk said: "If Young Hero Murong kills you, Hero Xiao will definitely kill Young Hero Murong to avenge you. When will such grudges be repaid? Why don't all the sins in the world belong to me!"

    As he spoke, he suddenly took a step forward, raised his palm, and slapped it down directly on Xiao Yuanshan's head.

    "Stop!"

    Xiao Feng was shocked. Since this old monk could kill Murong Bo with one palm, he could also kill his father. He immediately shouted loudly, took out both palms, and punched the unknown old monk in the chest, trying to force him to withdraw his attack.  .  He originally admired this unknown old monk very much, but now in order to save his father, he didn't care about so much.

      However, just when Xiao Feng's palm power was released, he felt a figure flash in front of him. Someone was one step faster than him and stood in front of his father Xiao Yuanshan and the unknown old monk. With a wave of his palm, he directed his powerful palm power towards  He took it off next to him and slapped the old monk with his palm.

    With a loud bang, Xiao Feng's palm force was pulled to the side and hit a bookshelf, causing the entire bookshelf to shatter and fly. Books on the shelf were flying everywhere, and the bookshelf behind him also followed within the reach of the palm.  It broke and collapsed, and several bookshelves fell down one after another.

    However, at this time, no one had time to marvel at the power of Xiao Feng's palm. Instead, they all looked at the unknown old monk in the field and the figure who suddenly intervened.  The two palms touched each other, and their bodies swayed almost simultaneously. The unknown old monk did not move, but the person who intervened took a step back.

    For the first time, a hint of emotion appeared on the face of the unknown old monk. He looked at the person who blocked his palm: "Amitabha, Donor Ling, why are you doing this?"

    It turned out that the person who blocked the unknown old monk's attack was none other than Ling Muyun, who had been watching with cold eyes.

    Ling Muyun did not answer the unknown old monk's question. Instead, he suddenly retreated and immediately retreated to Murong Bo's fallen body. He reached out and slapped Murong Bo on the top of his head.

    "Ling Muyun, what are you doing?"

    When Murong Fu saw Ling Muyun actually trying to damage his father's "body", he immediately shouted angrily and struck Ling Muyun with both palms.

    Xiao Feng and others were also shocked. Didn't they hear that Ling Muyun and Murong Bo had any deep hatred?  Murong Bo is already dead, why doesn't Ling Muyun let go of his "body"?

    Just when everyone's thoughts were starting to turn around, they heard an exclamation of "Ah". Murong Fu spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell backwards, but was repulsed by Ling Muyun's body-protecting aura. At the same time, Ling Muyun's men  Without stopping at all, a palm struck Murong Bo right on the head.

    Murong Bo, who was hit by Ling Muyun, did not have his brain exploded as everyone expected. Instead, his whole body was shaken, he groaned, and he actually came back to life.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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