Become a disciple of Huashan, but the Sword Sect

Chapter 224 The Sweeping Monk Appears

Murong Fu took Murong Bo through the temple. Following Murong Bo's guidance, he went deeper and deeper, and went further and further away.

Not long after, the father and son came to a woods next to the temple.

There was a gurgling sound in the forest, and a small stream flowed down from the mountain.

There is an attic standing in the open space next to the stream. The plaque at the door has the three characters "Sutra Collection Pavilion" written on it.

Murong Bo breathed a sigh of relief. When he arrived here, it was not far from the secret passage where he usually came in to peek at the scriptures.

As long as they can escape today, with their abilities, they will be able to make a comeback one day.

"Where to go!" shouted Xiao Feng as he jumped over the two of them, like a god descending from the sky, blocking their way.

Murong Bo's heart trembled: 'This Khitan puppy is so fast! '

"It's too much!" Murong Fu raised his eyebrows angrily, crossed his arms in front of him to draw a big circle, used the situation to gather strength, and attacked Xiao Feng with both palms.

Murong Bo said in a deep voice: "Brother Xiao, do you two heroes Xiao really want to kill everyone?"

Bang!
The moment the four palms were handed over, the real power recoiled, and the two of them slid out from the ground at the same time, each stopping half a foot away.

"Dad! The child doesn't agree." Murong Fu said anxiously: "The worst case scenario is that we will fight with them!"

Murong Bo cupped his fists and returned the salute, and said with a smile: "For the sake of my family and country, I faked my death and escaped from the world, causing Master to miss me. I'm really ashamed."

Xiao Feng said solemnly: "The hatred for killing my mother is irreconcilable. Today, either you die or I die, that's all."

Murong Bo was about to say more when a clear Buddha's call came from the woods.

"Two dragons get water!" Xiao Feng also raised his palms to face each other.

Xiao Yuanshan immediately flipped out and turned three somersaults in the air before he lost his strength and landed next to Xiao Feng.

"Old thief Murong, don't even think about running away. We will fight to the death today." Xiao Yuanshan swooped down from the top of the tree and struck down Murong Bo's head with a palm in the air.

Just outside the mountain gate, he had wanted to help, but Murong had become the target of public criticism. He was afraid that he would be affected, so he did not show up for a long time. At this moment, I finally dared to show up in this sparsely populated place.

Facing Xiao Yuanshan who acted condescendingly, he still suffered some hidden losses after all.

Murong Bo's whole body was shrouded in energy and he couldn't dodge. He snorted and looked up at the sky, and used his right hand to condensate his "joint fingers" and forcefully move forward.

The finger force shot out in succession from the air, using the point of breaking surface to dispel Xiao Yuanshan's palm force, and immediately pointed at his 'Laogong Point'.

Murong Bo groaned, his breath was stagnant in his chest, and he breathed in and out hurriedly several times before he felt relieved.

Call ~
Before the palm arrived, the fierce wind swept over me like the top of Mount Tai.

"Amitabha." Jiumozhi appeared and saluted Murong Bo with his hands folded: "Mr. Murong, we said goodbye to each other last year. Not long after we heard that Mr. Murong had gone to the west, I mourned him deeply. I didn't expect that Mr. Murong is still in the world and we will meet again today. It really makes me happy to displease the little monk."

"Good!" Jiumozhi nodded and looked at Xiao Feng: "I have always heard of the name of 'Southern Murong and Beiqiao Peak' in the Central Plains. I am finally lucky enough to meet you today. I am deeply honored."

"If you want to take revenge, that's fine." Murong Bo said, "As long as you promise to let my son go, I will immediately surrender and let Xian and his son handle it."

"That's right." Xiao Yuanshan shouted sharply: "You killed my beloved wife back then, you should have thought of what you would end up with today."

Xiao Feng had heard Duan Yu talk about Jiumozhi, and he knew that the opponent was extraordinary in strength, so he secretly raised his Qi to its peak: "Stop talking nonsense, if you have the ability, just come."

Seeing this situation, Murong Fu couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief: "Father, master, now is not the time to reminisce about the past. It is better to make a quick decision and escape as soon as possible."

"The young monk is just about to see how much your Excellency weighs." Jiumozhi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, rubbed his palms together, and readied his flaming knife.

"Jiumozhi, you secretly learned the Xiaowuxiang Kung Fu of my Xiaoyao sect, and you dare to show off your power here." As soon as the words were heard, the five people present saw their eyes blur, and Duan Yu stepped on the waves and walked lightly.

Jiumozhi's heart tightened again, his brows furrowed, and he thought to himself: 'How come Duan Yu also knows about this? Well, it must have been the one named Yan who told him. '

"Brother-in-law!" Xiao Feng was overjoyed, and then he remembered that Duan Yu's martial arts was sometimes ineffective, and his expression became condensed: "Good brother, it's dangerous here. I won't be able to take care of you when I start taking action later, so hurry up and leave."

Duan Yu smiled and said: "Brother, don't worry, my younger brother is no longer Wu Xia Amen, so don't worry."

"Then, the young monk, come down and learn Master Duan's clever moves." Jiumozhi waved his right hand, and the flaming knife suddenly struck Duan Yu's chest with scorching heat. "Brother, be careful." Xiao Feng was about to use his palm to save him, but saw Duan Yu's right middle finger swiping across the air. Invisibly, there was a bang, and the flame knife collapsed under the "Zhongchong Sword".

Seeing him blocking the 'Flame Knife' with just one move, the five people present were surprised.

Xiao Feng smiled and said: "Brother, your Six Meridians Divine Sword can finally be retracted and deployed freely!"

"Thanks to Brother Yan for your guidance." Duan Yu pointed at Jiumozhi and said, "Brother, as the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, I, as the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, cannot just sit idly by and ignore this monk."

He took a step diagonally with his right foot. No one could see what was going on, and he was already in front of Jiumozhi.

Jiumozhi's pupils shrank sharply, he was horrified, he stamped his right foot, his strength surged, and he jumped back violently.

Duan Yu swayed, stepped on Lingbo's steps, and chased after him like a shadow.

He possesses the Beiming Divine Art and has profound inner strength, which is as clear as the past and the present. After learning the One Yang Finger, the Six Meridians Divine Sword has been completely mastered.

With both hands poking at Jiumozhi, the six sword techniques came out alternately like a horse flying in the sky, like an antelope hanging its horns, and like flowing clouds and flowing water. In just over ten moves, the opponent was forced to retreat.

The small Wuxiang Kung Fu and various Shaolin stunts that Jiumozhi had painstakingly cultivated over the past year were completely useless in the face of Duan Yu's vast and unpredictable invisible sword energy.

at the same time.

Xiao's father and son and Murong's father and son also started fighting again. For a while, punches and kicks were exchanged, the wind was strong, and the shouts were like thunder.

"Alas~" The door of the Sutra Pavilion suddenly opened from the inside.

Accompanied by an old sigh, an old man wearing a green robe, with a thin body and sparse white beard under his chin walked out of it while sweeping the floor with a broom.

The six of them were immediately shocked. With their internal strength, they had been standing outside for so long, but they didn't find anyone in the pavilion.

The old monk was thinking about himself and murmured: "The blood feud and the king's hegemony are all obscured by the world of mortals. The sea of ​​suffering is boundless. We need to turn back as soon as possible."

"Master, what you said is wrong." Yan Bugui's voice sounded in the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw him and Lian Xing standing side by side on the branches and leaves at the top of the tree, swaying in the wind, demonstrating their extraordinary and exquisite light skills.

Yan Bugui said loudly: "With all the fame and fortune, Wang Tu's hegemony is indeed not worth mentioning. However, this bloody feud must be avenged."

The sweeping monk paused with his broom and sighed: "When will the injustice be repaid?"

Yan Bugui jumped down from the top of the tree. When he was one foot away from the ground, his fall suddenly slowed down, and then he floated to the ground.

"If evil people are not punished, more and more people will do bad things, and it will be the good people who will suffer in the end. What do you think, Master?"

The sweeping monk said: "What the donor said makes sense. But killing to stop killing is not the right way.

If evil people have the heart to repent and do good, Buddhism is vast and has its own place. It is to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. "

"Then good will be rewarded with good and evil will be punished with evil. Isn't it nonsense?" Yan Bugui said with a smile: "Master, let's not speculate, so don't waste your time.

It's rare to meet an expert today, so Yan will have to ask for advice. "

The sweeping monk shook his head and said: "Beating and killing only adds to the anger, which is really against the Buddhist law."

"That's not up to Master." Yan Bugui took out a yellow booklet from his arms, which seemed to be the secret book of "Yi Jin Jing".

Yan Bugui said with a smile: "Master, you don't want your sect's magic book to disappear, right?"

The sweeping monk was stunned, put down his broom helplessly, and clasped his hands together: "In this case, please ask the donor for advice."

"You continue." Yan Bugui waved his hand to Xiao Feng, then circled his arms to gain strength, and pushed the sweeping monk with a palm from the air. The surging palm force was like a raging wave crashing on the shore.

The sweeping monk did not dodge or avoid, did not move, just stood with his hands folded.

The palm power of 'Anglong Yougui' struck three feet in front of him, and disappeared without a trace.

Yan Bugui couldn't help but sigh to himself, the sweeping monk really lived up to his reputation!
If you want to fight him, you have to break his 'body-protecting energy wall' first, otherwise you will just be humiliating yourself.

You can't even break through other people's body-protecting Qi, so you still have the nerve to compete with them?
(End of this chapter)