Qiao Feng was knocked back by the unknown old monk's palm. His backward body in mid-air was caught by a palm. Qiao Feng looked back and saw that it was Xiao Yuanshan.
Xiao Yuanshan exported a stream of true energy into Qiao Feng's body to help him dredge the dispersed true energy. At the same time, he looked warily at the old monk blocking Xuanci.
Xuanci, who had closed his eyes and waited for death, was suddenly pulled back from the edge of death. He was also a little confused. He opened his eyes and looked at the person who rescued him in front of him.
The person who rescued him was a skinny monk wearing a green robe. His long and sparse beards were completely white. He moved slowly and lacked energy. He did not look like he had any martial arts skills.
Xuanci was surprised. Looking at the old monk's clothes, he should be a serving monk from Shaolin. He was usually responsible for burning fires, cutting wood, and sweeping. Shaolin neither taught martial arts to these serving monks nor required them to practice meditation.
But looking at the movements of this old monk, he had just defeated Qiao Feng, but he showed an extremely high level of cultivation.
Xuanci asked: "Master is also practicing in Shaolin?"
The one who rescued Xuanci was the sweeping monk Song Xing had been waiting for. Seeing Xuanci's death, Shaolin would be filled with blood today. After living in seclusion in Shaolin for decades, he finally couldn't bear it and chose to take action.
The sweeping monk turned to Xuanci and saluted: "See the abbot!"
Xuanci quickly returned the greeting. He had been in Shaolin for decades, but he didn't 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 didn't expect that Shaolin Temple still hides such a master, but even if the King of Heaven comes today, Xuanci, you will have no way to survive!"
Qiao Feng quickly calmed his breathing, and he and Xiao Yuanshan approached the sweeping monk at the same time, forming a horn that vaguely blocked Xuan Ci's retreat.
The sweeping monk said to Xiao Yuanshan: "Master Xiao, you have been hiding in the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion for thirty years, and you still haven't understood the principles in the Buddhist scriptures? You need to know when retribution will be repaid. Today you kill him, and tomorrow he will kill you. , when will all kinds of sinful karma be eliminated?"
Xiao Yuanshan sneered and said: "Great monk, don't give me any pretense. How do you know that I have been hiding in the Sutra Pavilion for thirty years? Why haven't I seen you?"
Although he had previously stolen Shaolin martial arts, no one knew the details. Why did the old monk know that he had been hiding in the Sutra Pavilion.
The monk sweeping the floor said: "The layman was totally focused on the martial arts classics, with nothing else in his mind. Naturally, he couldn't see the old monk. I remember that the first night the layman came to the pavilion to borrow was a copy of the Wuxiang Jie notation. Alas, from then on From that night onwards, the layman entered the devil's path, 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 book of Wuxiangjie finger manuals. He knew that this was one of the seventy-two unique skills of the Shaolin School. He was overjoyed at that time. No one except himself could do this. , and no one else knew, could it be that the old monk was actually witnessing it with his own eyes?
The sweeping monk said again: "The second time the layman came to borrow a book of Prajna Palm Technique. At that time, the old monk sighed secretly, knowing that the layman became possessed by the devil, and became more and more hidden. He couldn't bear it, so he went to the place where the layman usually took the book. I have placed a Lotus Sutra and a Miscellaneous Agama Sutra, hoping that lay people can borrow them to study and understand."
"Unexpectedly, the layman was addicted to martial arts but ignored the authentic Buddhist teachings. He put these two scriptures aside, found a book of magic wand techniques, and left with joy and encouragement. He was addicted to the sea of suffering, and he didn't know when he would be able to turn back."
Xiao Yuanshan listened to what he said casually, describing his deeds in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion thirty years ago as something very good. He gradually turned from fright to fear, and from fear to terror. Cold sweat broke out on his back, and his heart It almost stopped beating.
The sweeping monk said: "The world only knows the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, but they don't know that when practicing these martial arts, if you don't recite Buddhist scriptures to resolve the hostility, you will hurt yourself before hurting others."
Seeing Xiao Yuanshan's expression of disbelief, the sweeping monk asked again: "Master Xiao, do you feel a dull pain in the Liangmen Taiyi points on your lower abdomen recently?"
Xiao Yuanshan's whole body shivered and he said: "Yes, it is exactly like this. How did you know?"
The sweeping monk asked again: "How about your insensitivity at Guanyuan point recently?"
Xiao Yuanshan was even more surprised and said in a trembling voice: "This numb spot was only as big as a little finger ten years ago, but now...now it is almost as big as the mouth of a tea cup."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng knew that the signs in his father's three vital points were caused by practicing Shaolin's special skills. From his words, he heard that this sign had been bothering him for many years and could not be eliminated, becoming a major worry. .
He immediately took two steps forward, knelt down on his knees, bowed to the sweeping monk, and said, "Master knows the root cause of my father's illness, so he prays for mercy and salvation."
When the sweeping monk saw Qiao Feng about to kneel down, he reached forward and lifted him up in the air. A force of energy appeared under Qiao Feng's knees out of thin air. No matter how hard Qiao Feng tried, he couldn't kneel down. He couldn't help but be secretly shocked.
Xiao Yuanshan was arrogant by nature. When he saw his son kneeling for him, he went straight forward and pulled Qiao Feng up and said, "My child, don't need anyone. He is a father in his sixties and has a son. Even if he dies in an instant, what's the regret?" "
The sweeping monk didn't take it seriously, looked at Qiao Feng and said, "Xiao Jushi's internal injuries were caused by strong Shaolin Kung Fu training. To resolve the injury, the only way to resolve the injury is to resolve it from the source. If this Kung Fu can be eliminated, it will naturally heal without medicine."
Xiao Yuanshan sneered and said: "The old monk made a good calculation and turned away all my kung fu. When the time comes, life or death will be left to your discretion, Shaolin."
Xiao Yuanshan was heroic in his youth, learned superb martial arts, served the country wholeheartedly, established a reputation, and became a famous figure in history.
After the tragedy outside Yanmen Pass, in his eyes, fame, career, reputation and wealth were all like dust. He thought about it day and night, just how to kill his enemy to vent his great hatred. His heart was filled with hatred, so much so that his temper became increasingly surly.
The sweeping monk was not angry when Xiao Yuanshan contradicted him. He turned to look at Song Xing, who had been staring at him, and said: "This lay monk, this poor monk knows that there are imperial troops surrounding 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 people."
When Song Xing came to Shaolin this time, in addition to the people from the six sects, Zhezong also mobilized 4,000 forbidden troops to accompany him. If it is found that Shaolin is really colluding with the Xiaoyao sect, Song Xing can make the decision and directly destroy these thousand years. If the ancient temple is destroyed, if anyone is involved, shoot without mercy!
Everyone present was surprised when they heard that there was a large army surrounding them at the foot of the mountain.
The sweeping monk continued: "The poor monk has lived in Shaolin for fifty years. He really can't bear the destruction of this once pure land of Buddhism. I wonder 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 skills at all. An alarm of extreme danger came from his body, but his face showed no emotion. He asked with a half-smile: "Master, are you going to stop me?"
The sweeping monk stared at Song Xing carefully for a few times, and then said with a smile: "The poor monk dare not fight against the court. This little layman, at a young age, is already the best in the world in terms of his Qi cultivation."
"What's even more rare is that you used Beiming Shen Kung as your roots, the Pure Yang Supreme Kung Fu as your bones, and the Yin Kung Fu as your flesh and blood to condense into the prototype of your current martial arts."
The sweeping monk could not hide his amazement in his tone: "The two practices of Yang and Yin, the two incompatible practices of water and fire, can actually achieve a perfect balance in your body. I have to say that for this reason, little layman, you That’s enough to establish a sect.”
A trace of surprise flashed in Song Xing's eyes. He didn't expect the sweeping monk to see through his true identity at a glance.
After obtaining the Pure Yang Supreme Kung Fu from Wu Yazi in Leigu Mountain, he used the Pure Yang Supreme Kung Fu of Zhi Yang and the Ming Yu Kung of Zhi Yin as the foundation. Using the principles of Tai Chi, he used the Beiming Divine Kung Fu to coordinate in the middle, and the yin and yang complemented each other. The hundreds of years of true energy in the body formed a wonderful balance, and its power was greatly increased.
The sweeping monk continued: "It took the poor monk decades, and when he was nearly a hundred years old, he barely found the way to combine yin and yang. If the young layman can let Shaolin go, the poor monk is willing to use the practice he has found out. The road is dedicated to lay people.”
Others were indifferent to the words of the sweeping monk, but Song Xing's expression changed. Among everyone 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 world of Tianlong. His martial arts experience is absolutely precious to Song Xing.
But Song Xing did not agree immediately. Instead, he frowned at the sweeping monk and said, "Since I can understand the harmony of yin and yang now, I can go further than you in the future. Do you think I need to trade my future in Shaolin?" Your spiritual practice experience?”
The sweeping monk sighed and said again: "Of course I believe that with the wisdom of the young layman, I can go further, but what I want to say is that yin and yang complement each other. This path is wrong! The path we are practicing, It was wrong from the start!”
Song Xing's expression changed!
