Thunderbolt of the End of the World

Nan Feng Bujing said loudly, "Your son has always been in the Shaolin Temple, and he has a false name."

As soon as the words fell, the crowd of Shaolin monks was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Xuzhu like a tide.

Abbot Xuanci said: "It's good, it's good! If you create karma, you will have karma. Xuzhu, come here!" Xuzhu walked to the abbot and knelt down.Xuanci looked at him for a long time, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the top of his head, his face full of tenderness and love, and said, "You have been in the temple for twenty-four years, but I never knew you were my son!"

"You...you..." Xu Zhu hesitated for a while, not knowing whether to call him "Daddy" or "Abbot".

Xuan Ci stretched out his hand to grab Xu Zhu, and said, "For the past twenty years, I have been remembering you, mother and son, day and night. Today, I can be freed in one fell swoop, and from then on I have no fear, and my heart is at ease." He said, "In this world, there are desires and loves, troubles and sufferings, and liberation is a joy!" After speaking, he slowly closed his eyes, his face Reveal and smile.

Xu Zhu didn't dare to move, he didn't know what else to say, but he felt that his palm was getting colder and colder.Xu Zhu was taken aback and reached out to probe his breath, but he had already died of suffocation.

To live forever is like a dream,

Now the dust is empty,

What is the joy of counting fleeting years?

Recalling the call of the pro-child.

After two hundred sticks, Xuanci had only half of his life left. After learning about the parent-child news, he no longer cared about it, and finally chose to die in the arms of Xuzhu and died from menopause.

All the heroes were shocked. When everyone first heard that Xuanci was the father of Xuzhu, most of them felt that he did not follow the rules and was full of contempt.

But thinking about it again at this moment, these are the words of Nanfeng Bujing alone. He could have come to die, but he came out.

After being punished with the rod, it was enough, but he died from menopause. This is obviously to maintain Shaolin's reputation and to atone for what happened in the past, which is sad and lamentable.

Outside the gate of Shaoshi Mountain, all the monks recited the scriptures to save Xuanci and many monks who were killed by Nanfeng Bujing.

The matter is over, the next thing to see is the duel between Xiao Feng and his son Murong Fu.

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Here, Xiao Feng and his son had already forced the injured Murong Bo to retreat again and again, unable to resist.Just when Xiao Feng was about to kill Murong Bo and Murong Fu and their son, he felt a flash before his eyes, and a thin old monk in a green robe appeared in front of him.

The old monk raised his hand and easily caught Xiao Feng's palm, and then slowly said, "When is the time for retribution, Master Xiao, stop."

I saw this old monk wearing a green robe and holding a broom, bowing and sweeping the floor.This monk is not young, his sparse long beards are all white, his movements are slow, his energy is weak, and he does not look like he has martial arts.Murong Fu said, "Thank you for your help, Senior, I don't know who Senior is?"

"Lao Na's name has long been forgotten, but he has been cleaning the Buddhist scriptures pavilion for so many years. The donor might as well call Lao Na a floor sweeper." The old monk said lightly.

"The Bookstore, it's impossible. I've been in the Bookstore for so many years, why haven't I seen you? How long have you been hiding here?" Xiao Yuanshan doubted when he heard the introduction of the floor sweeper.

The old monk bent his fingers to calculate, and after a while, he shook his head with an apologetic look on his face, and said, "I... I can't remember, I don't know if it was forty-two years or forty-three years. When the old layman Xiao first came to read the scriptures at night, I...I have been here for more than ten years. Later...the old layman Murong came. A few years ago, the monk Bo Luoxing also came to steal the scriptures. Alas, you Come and go, flip through the scriptures in the pavilion, and I don't know why."

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were greatly surprised, and they thought that they would go to Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts secretly, but none of the monks in the temple knew about it. How could this old monk know?

The old monk said to Xiao Yuanshan, "Layman Xiao, have you felt a little pain in your lower abdomen recently on the two acupoints 'Liangmen' and 'Taiyi'?"

Xiao Yuanshan froze all over and said: "The gods and monks see clearly, that's exactly how it is." The old monk said again: "You've been insensitive on the Guanyuan point, but how have you been recently?" Xiao Yuanshan was even more surprised and trembled. : "Ten years ago this numb place was only as big as a little finger, but now... it's almost as big as a teacup mouth."

When he said this, he turned his head and said to Murong Bo: "Old patron Murong sees death as his home, so he doesn't need to talk too much. But if Mr. Na pointed out the way, the old patron was exempted from the daily routine of Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu three acupoints. Three times the pain of ten thousand needles accumulating thorns, but so what?”

Murong Bo's face changed greatly, and his whole body trembled slightly.His body trembled twice, and he suddenly felt the sharp needle-like pain in the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu.Originally, this was not the moment of the attack, but under the shock of the mind, the pain suddenly occurred, and now he can only grit his teeth and endure it.But the jaw was not clenched tightly, and the upper and lower teeth collided, making it awkward.

Xiao Feng and Murong Fu both asked, "Dare to ask the gods and monks if there is a way to save them."

"The martial arts of this school were passed down from the ancestors of Bodhidharma. Buddhist children learn martial arts to strengthen their bodies, protect the Dharma and ward off demons. When practising any martial arts, they always have compassion and kindness in their hearts. If they are not based on Buddhism, they should practice martial arts. At this time, you will definitely hurt yourself. The deeper you practice the kung fu, the more serious the injury will be. If you only practice the outer kung fu of punching, kicking, and weapons with hidden weapons, then that's fine, it will do little harm to yourself, just need The body is strong and can withstand it!"

"However, if you are practicing high-quality martial arts of this school, such as Nianhua Finger, Dora Leaf Finger, Prajna Palm, etc., if you don't use the Buddhist Dharma of Compassion to harmonize and resolve it every day, the hostile energy will penetrate deep into the viscera, and the more hidden it is, the deeper it will be. Any external poison is a hundred times more powerful. All the benefactors are contemporary heroes, but if you don’t have the idea of ​​​​giving compassion and purifying all sentient beings, although the classics are flooded, and the wonderful debates are not hindered, they will not be able to dispel the bells and whistles of practicing these superior martial arts. of hostility."

"My Shaolin Temple has been built for thousands of years. From ancient times to the present, only Patriarch Bodhidharma has mastered all kinds of martial arts. Since then, there is no other monk who can master all kinds of martial arts. Why? I have always been able to stop my disciples from reading, but no one can learn all kinds of unique skills!"

"There are seventy-two stunts in this temple, each of which can hurt people and kill people. It is fierce and ruthless. Every stunt must be resolved by corresponding compassionate Buddhism. Not everyone knows the monks in this temple, but after one person has practiced four or five stunts, his understanding of Zen will naturally be hindered. In my Shaolin school, it is called 'martial arts obstacle', which is different from other sects. The principle of "Knowing and Seeing Obstacles" is the same. It should be noted that Buddhism is seeking to save the world, and martial arts is about killing. An eminent monk who has reached such a realm does not bother to learn all kinds of powerful killing methods."

Everyone just listened in awe, and for a while, they didn't know whether this statement was true or not.

At this moment, Nanfeng Bujing came quietly, and said disdainfully, "Will the old bald donkey not pretend to force you to die? Why do you need martial arts if you can compete in literature? You don't need to practice martial arts for a lifetime! What kind of martial arts? The higher the level of Buddhism, the more extensive it is, and it can only fool these people who have not entered the innate realm! I have never practiced Buddhism, and the [-] Shaolin stunts are still easy to come by!"

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"Humph! What does martial arts need to be accompanied by Buddhist scriptures, but it's just selling dog meat! If I'm not mistaken, Shaolin is because the name of the seventy-two unique skills is too loud, and it is afraid that the tree will attract the wind. In order to prevent the unique skills from being exposed, Shaolin will Some of the most critical formulas in the Seventy-two Secrets are incorporated into many Buddhist classics! Shaolin is hidden, and outsiders do not know why, so that even if the foreign experts have obtained the Seventy-two Secrets, they are still unclear. Among them, the secret is that the strength will be greatly reduced, and the martial arts will be completely useless and become a waste!"

Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan were already dripping with cold sweat and their faces were ugly. They were both men with a clear mind. After Nanfeng Bujing said it, they immediately understood Shaolin's sinister viciousness (Actually, Shaolin can't be blamed. Learning, naturally there is no reason to take advantage of others. Those who come here to steal scriptures can be said to have their own faults. But understanding is one thing, and acceptance is another. Both Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan who jumped into the pit are arrogant and arrogant. The person who was unwittingly caught the trick, how could he just let it go), and his gaze towards the sweeping monk also changed from the previous awe to sharp and cold.

The sweeping monk was silent, his face was extremely calm, neither counterclaimed nor argued.

"Shaolin's calculations are actually shrewd, and the masters in the arena who came to steal the lessons will either disappear from the crowd because of their mistakes in cultivation, and virtually reduce Shaolin's potential opponents. Or they can't get away for the rescue method and become Shaolin's thugs! Bald donkey! I don't know if what I said is wrong?"

"Amitabha!"

The Sweeping Monk just lowered his head and proclaimed the Buddha's name without defending it. It was a tacit consent.

Murongbo's father and son, Xiao Yuanshan's father and son were shocked by this shocking news, and they all sighed inwardly. It was not a fluke that Shaolin could become the Taishan Beidou of martial arts. In addition to the background of martial arts, the deep mind is also outrageous.

Before they could wake up from the shock, Nan Feng said again, "Bald donkey, you already knew that the two of them were stealing Shaolin's unique skills, but they didn't stop them. I'm just afraid that Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan will have a lot of trouble now! If they still want to keep their martial arts, and even go further in the future, they have to stay in Shaolin to learn Buddhism and Zen, even if they don’t go to Buddhism, they won’t be able to do it, right?”

"asshole!"

"Damn!"

Before Nan Feng's words of non-competition were finished, Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan were so shocked that their eyes widened with anger, their eyes instantly turned red and bloody, and they burst out of their bodies with murderous aura.

"If they insist on refusing to convert to Buddhism, it won't take long. Even if they are not disabled, they will lose their skills. Based on their age, it is no different from waiting for death. The bald donkey has a good plan!"

"Old Za Mao, I'll fight with you!" Murong Bo was so angry that he trembled, he couldn't stand the humiliation in his heart any longer and waved his palms out.

"Bald donkey, die for Lao Tzu!" Xiao Yuanshan is a Khitan hero. Although he is old, he does not lose his arrogance. He knows that he has been calculated like an idiot for decades, and he is like a tiger behind Murong Bo. Jumping down like a mountain, he shot with all his strength without leaving his hands.