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Chapter 129 The Sweeping Monk Appears, Alarmist?

Qiao Feng, who was repulsed by the palm of the unknown old monk, caught his receding body in mid-air with a palm, Qiao Feng looked back, it was Xiao Yuanshan.

Xiao Yuanshan sent a stream of zhenqi into Qiao Feng's body to help him clear the scattered zhenqi, while looking warily at the old monk standing in front of Xuanci.

Xuanci, who had closed his eyes and waited to die, was suddenly pulled back from the brink of death, and he was a little confused. He opened his eyes and looked at the person who rescued him in front of him.

The one who rescued him was a skinny monk wearing a green robe, his sparse long beards were all white, his movements were slow and weak, he didn't seem to have martial arts.

Xuanci was surprised, looking at the old monk's attire, he should be a serving monk of Shaolin, who is usually in charge of burning fire, chopping firewood and sweeping. Shaolin neither teaches martial arts to these serving monks nor requires them to practice meditation.

But looking at the old monk's movements, he showed an extremely superb cultivation level when he repelled Qiao Feng just now.

Xuanci asked: "Is Master also practicing in Shaolin?"

The one who rescued Xuanci was precisely the sweeping monk Song Xing had been waiting for. Seeing Xuanci's death, today's Shaolin would surely bleed into rivers. After decades of seclusion in Shaolin, he finally couldn't bear it and chose to take action.

The sweeping monk turned his head and bowed to Xuanci: "See the abbot!"

Xuan Ci hurriedly returned a salute, he who had been in Shaolin for the same decades, did not know that there was such a master hidden in the temple.

Xiao Yuanshan let go of Qiao Feng's hand, strode forward and said: "I never thought Shaolin Temple would hide such a master, but even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu comes today, Xuanci, you have no way out!"

Qiao Feng quickly adjusted his breathing, and approached the sweeping monk with Xiao Yuanshan at the same time, forming horns to faintly seal Xuanci's escape route.

The sweeping monk turned to Xiao Yuanshan and said: "Lady Xiao, you have been hiding in the Shaolin Buddhist scriptures pavilion for 30 years, and you still haven't understood the truths in all kinds of Buddhist scriptures? You need to know when the wrong will be repaid. If you kill him today, he will kill you tomorrow. When will all the sins disappear?"

Xiao Yuanshan sneered and said, "Great Monk, don't play tricks on me. How do you know that I have been hiding in the Buddhist scriptures pavilion for 30 years? How come I haven't seen you?"

Although he said before that he stole Shaolin martial arts, but no one knew the details, why did this old monk know that he had been hiding in the Buddhist scripture pavilion.

The sweeping monk said: "The layman is fully focused on the martial arts classics, and he has no distractions, so naturally he can't see the old monk. I remember that the layman came to the pavilion to borrow a book on the first night. Since that night, the layman has entered the way of magic, what a pity, what a pity!"

Xiao Yuanshan's surprise was really no small matter. He sneaked into the Sutra Pavilion on the first night and found a finger book of Wuxiang Jie. Knowing that it was one of the 72 unique skills of the Shaolin School, he was overjoyed at the time. Apart from himself, there was more No one else knows, did the old monk really witness it with his own eyes?

The sweeping monk said again: "The layman came to borrow the pavilion for the second time, and it was a book of Prajna palms. At that time, the old monk secretly sighed, knowing that the layman became a demon from this, and he became more and more hidden. He couldn't bear it. One of the Lotus Sutras and one of the Miscellaneous Agama Sutras have been released, and I only hope that laymen can borrow them and study them.”

"Unexpectedly, the layman was obsessed with martial arts, but he ignored the authentic Buddhism. He left these two scriptures aside, found a volume of magic wand method, and left happily encouraged. Indulging in the sea of ​​suffering, I don't know when I can turn back?"

Listening to him casually, Xiao Yuanshan described what he did in Kui Ye 30 years ago in the Sutra Pavilion very well. Gradually, he became frightened from fright, and from fear to fright, cold sweat broke out on his back. Also stopped beating.

The sweeping monk said: "People in the world only know Shaolin 72 unique skills, but they don't know. When practicing these martial arts, if you don't read Buddhist scriptures at the same time to dissolve the hostility, you will hurt yourself before you hurt others."

Seeing Xiao Yuanshan's expression of disbelief, the sweeping monk said again: "Lady Xiao, have you felt a dull pain in the two acupoints of Liangmen Taiyi on your lower abdomen recently?"

Xiao Yuanshan shuddered, and said: "That's right, that's exactly what happened, how did you know?"

The sweeping monk said again: "Your Guanyuan acupoint is numb and insensitive, how about it recently?"

Xiao Yuanshan was even more surprised, and said in a trembling voice: "Ten years ago, this numbness was only the size of a little finger, but now... now it is almost as big as the mouth of a teacup."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng knew that his father's three key acupoints showed such signs, which were caused by practicing Shaolin's unique skills. From what he said, this sign had troubled him for many years, and it could not be dispelled. It became a big hidden worry .

Immediately, he took two steps forward, knelt down on both knees, bowed down to the sweeping monk, and said: "Master knows the root cause of my father's illness, and prays for mercy."

Seeing that Qiao Feng was about to kneel, the floor sweeping monk stretched out his hand to volley in the air, a burst of energy appeared under Qiao Feng's knee out of nowhere, no matter how hard Qiao Feng exerted himself, he couldn't kneel down, he couldn't help being secretly startled.

Xiao Yuanshan was arrogant by nature, seeing his son kneeling before others for him, he went straight forward and pulled Qiao Feng up and said: "Children don't need others, you are a father in your sixties, if you have a son who is an adult, even if he dies in an instant, what is the regret? "

The sweeping monk didn't take it seriously, looked at Qiao Feng and said, "Lady Xiao's internal injury was caused by practicing Shaolin Kungfu forcefully. To heal the injury, the only way to heal it is from the source. If this kung fu can be eliminated, it will naturally heal without medicine."

Xiao Yuanshan sneered and said: "The old monk has made good calculations, and if the old man's kung fu is taken away, it will be up to you Shaolin to decide whether to live or die."

In his youth, Xiao Yuanshan was full of pride, learned martial arts superbly, served the country wholeheartedly, established fame, and became a famous figure in history.

After the tragedy outside Yanmen Pass, in his eyes, fame, career, reputation and wealth are all like dust, and he thinks about it day and night, but how to kill the enemy with his hands to vent his great hatred.His heart was filled with hatred, so that his temper became more and more surly.

The floor-sweeping monk was contradicted by Xiao Yuanshan's words, but he didn't get angry, he turned his head to look at Song Xing who had been staring at him, and said: "This layman, this poor monk knows that there is an imperial army encircling Shaolin at the foot of the mountain, although Abbot Xuanci made a wrong step, But most of the hundreds of monks in Shaolin are innocent."

When Song Xing came to Shaolin this time, in addition to the people from the six sects, Zhezong also mobilized [-] forbidden troops to accompany him. If it was found out that Shaolin Zhen and the Xiaoyao faction had colluded, Song Xing could call the shots and directly kill the thousand-year-old soldiers. The ancient temple is destroyed, and people are involved, so shoot and kill!

Hearing that there was an army surrounding the mountain, everyone present was surprised.

The sweeping monk said again: "The poor monk has lived in Shaolin for 50 years. I really can't bear to destroy this former Buddhist pure land. I don't know how this layman can let Shaolin go."

Song Xing looked at the old monk in front of him who seemed to have no martial arts at all, and there was an extremely dangerous alarm coming from his body, but his face remained calm, and he asked with a half-smile, "Master, is he going to stop me?"

The floor-sweeping monk stared at Song Xing carefully, and then said with a smile: "The poor monk dare not fight against the imperial court. This little layman is already the best in the world with his true energy at a young age."

"What's even more rare is that you take Beiming Shengong as your root, your pure Yang Supreme Kungfu as your bone, and your yin Kungfu as your flesh and blood, and condense into your current martial arts embryonic form."

The tone of the sweeping monk couldn't hide his exclamation: "The two exercises of Zhiyang and Yin, two exercises that are incompatible with water and fire, can achieve a perfect balance in your body. It’s enough to establish a sect.”

There was also a hint of surprise in Song Xing's eyes. He didn't expect the sweeping monk to see through his details at a glance.

After obtaining the Supreme Pure Yang Gong from Wu Yazi in Leigu Mountain, based on the Supreme Pure Yang Gong of Zhiyang and the Ming Yu Gong of Zhiyin, he used the principle of Taiji to harmonize the Divine Gong of Beiming, and the Yin and Yang complement each other, bringing Hundreds of years of zhenqi in the body formed a wonderful balance, and its power increased greatly.

The sweeping monk said again: "The poor monk spent decades in the past, and when he was nearly a hundred years old, he barely found the way to help the yin and yang. If the little layman can let Shaolin go, the poor monk is willing to use the practice he has found out. The road is dedicated to laymen."

Others were indifferent to the words of the sweeping monk, but Song Xing's face changed. Among the people present, he was the only one who knew the weight of the sweeping monk's words.

This is the sweeping monk, the ceiling of combat power in the Tianlong world, his martial arts experience is absolutely extremely precious to Song Xing.

But Song Xing didn't agree immediately, instead he frowned and looked at the sweeping monk and said, "Since I can comprehend the harmony of yin and yang now, I can go farther than you in the future, do you think I need to trade Shaolin's future What is your practice experience?"

The sweeping monk sighed, and said again: "I naturally believe that with the wisdom root of a young layman, I can go further, but what I want to say is that the way of Yin and Yang is the wrong way! The way we both practice, It was wrong from the start!"

Song Xing's face changed!
(End of this chapter)