Martial arts crossing rivers and lakes

Chapter 133

Jiang Hushi started his light body kung fu, with a few ups and downs, he has left the heroes far away, his back is far away, like an exiled immortal.

He chased Murong Bo, Murong Fu, Xiao Yuanshan, and Qiao Feng, and they walked more and more remote. He came to a forest next to the temple. A bluestone path passed through the forest. He walked northwest along the path and turned a few times. Bend, suddenly see the light.

Only the murmur of water can be heard, and there is a pavilion standing beside the mountain stream, with a plaque on the top of the pavilion, which reads the three characters "Pavilion of Buddhist scriptures".

Jiang Hu chased into the Sutra Pavilion, and saw that Murong Bo had fought with Xiao Yuanshan and Qiao Feng.

Murong Bo's martial arts is at most as close as Xiao Yuanshan and Qiao Feng's. Now that Xiao Yuanshan and Qiao Feng are teaming up with their son, he needs to be distracted to protect his son who has lost his martial arts.

Suddenly I heard an old voice outside the long window saying: "Hey, when is the time to repay the injustice, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and the shore is the same!"

Xiao Yuanshan yelled: "Who is it?" With a slam of his palm, the long window burst open immediately, revealing the image of the speaker.

On the corridor outside the window, a skinny monk in a green robe was holding a broom and sweeping the floor.

This monk is not young anymore, his sparse long beards are all white, his movements are slow and weak, he doesn't look like he possesses martial arts.

【Sweeping Monk】

[Boundary: Qi Refining Level [-]]

"Old monk, the matter here has nothing to do with you, you should leave quickly!" Xiao Yuanshan said.

The floor-sweeping monk suddenly raised his foot, and the next moment, he was already in front of Xiao Yuanshan, he pointed out a point, and stopped him, Xiao Yuanshan was immediately unable to move.

Xiao Yuanshan was terrified, he thought to himself that there are few opponents in the world with martial arts, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even respond to the sweeping monk's pointing from a distance.

"Father!" Qiao Feng was concerned about his father's safety, so he hurriedly slapped the floor sweeping monk with all his strength, the surging palm force immediately hit the floor sweeping monk like a mountain, and the sound of dragon chant erupted, which was deafening.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the palm force touched the three feet in front of the sweeping monk, it seemed to encounter a layer of extremely soft but extremely hard barrier.

It turned out that three feet in front of the floor-sweeping monk, a "Qi Wall" formed by condensed true Qi erected impressively!
"True energy into a wall!" Murong Bo's heart was shocked, this is almost equivalent to the highest state of his family's special skill "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi", only his ancestor Murong Longcheng barely reached this state of transformation.

Qiao Feng's heart trembled, since he became an artist, he has never lost anyone in martial arts, but the floor-sweeping monk in front of him is obviously much better than himself, he thought: "The old thief Murong suddenly has such a strong supporter , it seems that today's revenge is hard to avenge."

The floor-sweeping monk clasped his hands together and continued to persuade: "Benefactor Xiao, grievances and hatreds are all past events, and the sea of ​​suffering is boundless. Turning back is the shore."

Murong Bo also didn't know why an eminent monk came out suddenly to help him persuade Xiao Yuanshan to stop, seeing that he was in an advantage, he said: "Xiao Yuanshan, if you promise me one condition, I, Murong Bo, will determine my own meridians today to eliminate your hatred. "

Xiao Yuanshan knew that there was this floor-sweeping monk with superb martial arts here, and he would never be able to avenge his wife, so he asked: "What conditions?"

Murong Bo said: "My son will return to the Liao Kingdom in the future. With martial arts and resourcefulness, he will definitely be able to take on great responsibilities. In the future, he will send his troops south, how can the weak troops of the Song Dynasty be able to stop him? By then, the rivers and lakes of the Central Plains will be leveled, and it will happen that the masters of the Yanmen Pass in the Central Plains will be eliminated. Isn't killing your wife the best of both worlds?

I have no extravagant wishes, I just hope that in the future, your son will lead the southward attack on the Song Dynasty, and help my Murong family to build a power. When the Song Dynasty is divided up in the future, Dayan can get a piece of the pie. If you are lucky enough to be able to establish a country, you will be attached to Daliao! "

Without the slightest hesitation, Qiao Feng said: "You are delusional, it is absolutely impossible! How can killing one's mother or wife be a business transaction? Besides, Daliao gave birth to me, and Daliao raised me. Qiao will never betray Song and Liao in this life. towards!"

Infected by Qiao Feng, Xiao Yuanshan couldn't help but recalled his Han teacher in the past, and said: "Well, speaking of it, I inherited my martial arts from my Han teacher, and the Song Dynasty also raised half of me. Kill my wife, but I was always bewitched by Murong Bo, so the grievances between me and Da Song are evened out, and it will be cancelled, my son, as a father, I will listen to you!"

Qiao Feng nodded towards his father, his tiger eyes turned to look at Murong Bo and the sweeping monk, and said loudly: "If you can avenge your mother, you can avenge it, if you can't, I will fight and die here for her today!
You two, let's go together, why is Qiao afraid? "

Murong Bo looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, and said: "I have heard that Qiao Daxia and Qiao Gangzhu are both extraordinary in martial arts and resourcefulness, but when I meet him today, he is actually a reckless man who only shows off his ambition, ridiculous, ridiculous!"

Knowing that he was provoking each other with words, Qiao Feng took a step forward and said coldly: "Whether Qiao is a hero or an ordinary person, there are descendants who have commented that Qiao will never fail the Song and Liao dynasties in this life, and would rather die." Don't be the knife in other people's hands to kill people, and cause military disaster!" After saying that, he stretched out his palm and slashed at Murong Bo.

The floor-sweeping monk said: "Jiao Layman cares about the common people in the world, and this level is much higher, good, good!" Saying this, he stretched out his palm to dissolve the force of Qiao Feng's palm.

Hearing what he said, Xiao Yuanshan couldn't tell whether he was an enemy or a friend for a moment, he said: "Who is Master, why do you want to protect old thief Murong?"

The sweeping monk said: "I'm not protecting him, I just hope that Benefactor Xiao can let go of his hatred and don't be persistent." After finishing speaking, he clasped his hands together and kept chanting "Amitabha" and "My Buddha is merciful".

"You have never experienced the pain of others, so what qualifications do you have to stand on the moral high ground and persuade others to let go?"

Jiang Gourd floated out, after a few ups and downs, he was already between Qiao Feng and the sweeping monk.

"It wasn't you who killed his wife."

"It's not you who was ruined by others."

"So, why do you replace the victim and forgive the perpetrator?"

Jiang Gourd asked the sweeping monk.

"Brother Jiang Xian?" Qiao Feng was slightly startled, he didn't expect Jiang Hu to come at this time.

The sweeping monk put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, the hatred is planted in my heart, and the only one who suffers is myself. This old monk is giving hints to the benefactor Xiao, and is redeeming him."

Jiang Hu said: "Then I have no choice but to prevent you from redeeming him."

The sweeping monk was puzzled and said, "You...why are you doing this?"

Jiang Hu said: "It's only right and proper to kill people to pay for their lives. The matter of 'salvation', hehe, leave it to the dead below, to Lord Hades."

The floor-sweeping monk separated his clasped hands, clenched his fists tightly, and his whole body was full of qi, as if a great Buddha came to the world.

"Since the benefactor is obsessed with obsession, the old monk has no choice but to act."

Ginger Gourd's big sleeves are fluttering, and the true energy surrounds his body, like a peaceful and inactive immortal.

"When reasoning fails, do you have to do it?"

"Okay, I'll subdue you first."

(End of this chapter)