The four generals of the Murong family can't even catch up to half of Xuanci. It's okay not to watch this fight.
Huang Shang turned to look at Jiumozhi, who was a little eager to try.
As soon as Huang Shang's gaze came over, Jiumozhi felt it immediately. He was startled and met Huang Shang's half-smiling expression. He clasped his palms together in embarrassment and bowed slightly to Huang Shang.
Huang Shang asked: "The Imperial Master and Mr. Murong are old friends. Do you want to help your old friend?"
Jiumozhi became even more embarrassed and said, "Master Huang, you are worrying too much. This is their personal grudge. If you have the master here, who else will have to intervene."
He also glanced at Ding Chunqiu and Wu Xingyun beside him. Neither of them was worse than him. It seemed that Huang Shang was the only one who followed his orders.
Xiao Feng was not only the king of the South Court of Liao Kingdom, but also a disciple of Huang Shang. Huang Shang was also accompanied by the Song court's internal servants.
My own Tubo is far away from the Liao Dynasty. Although I am not afraid of the king of the South Campus, it is better not to take a trip into this muddy water.
Jiumozhi's eyes drifted straight to Shaolin. The only thing he couldn't predict was what Shaolin's reaction would be next.
In the time it took for them to say a few words, Xiao Feng started fighting with his left and right sides, dealing with Murong Fu with his left hand and four generals with his right hand. Within three to five moves, all four of them were seriously injured and lost their strength.
When fighting Murong Fu again, Murong Fu had no power to fight back. Under Xiao Feng, he seemed to be no different from his four generals.
Dazzled, Xiao Feng once again grabbed Murong Fu's big hole on his vest and lifted him in his hand. Murong Fu was so ashamed and angry that he died.
Xiao Feng shouted "Old Thief" at Murong Bo, then he held Murong Fu with his left hand and attacked Murong Bo with his right hand.
It wasn't that Xiao Feng meant to humiliate Murong Fu. In fact, the enemy in his heart was not Murong Fu, so he couldn't kill Murong Fu. If you let him go, he will inevitably struggle with himself again. In a moment of anxiety, he just carried Murong Fu and continued fighting. Anyway, he didn't feel inconvenienced by holding a person in his hand.
Not to mention Murong Fu's shame and anger, Murong Bo was horrified. Didn't Xiao Feng dou Xuanci and Murong Fu try their best just now when they joined forces?
In fact, enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.
Although the fierce fight between Xuan Ci and Murong Fu just now was lively on the lips, it did not stir up much excitement in Xiao Feng's heart. He didn't just know that Xuan Ci was the leader.
Just like during the battle at Juxian Village, Xiao Feng was extremely restrained at the beginning. He was not a murderer. He would kill people with his strikes and kill them with a glare. If he hadn't been shirked by the Shaolin monk after accidentally killing someone, he wouldn't have gone on a killing spree.
Now he really wanted to kill Murong Bo, so his fighting power was off the charts. Murong Fu was no different from a chicken.
Although Xiao Feng was holding Murong Fu in his hands, he would not deliberately send Murong Fu into the hands of Murong Bo, put Murong Fu in danger, and let Murong Bo throw himself into danger.
Murong Bo was just dealing with the Xiao father and son teaming up. But even with just one extra hand from Xiao Feng, Murong Bo's pressure doubled, causing him to be in chaos.
He wanted to run away, but his son fell into Xiao Feng's hands again. He didn't understand Xiao Feng, and he didn't know that Xiao Feng only carried Murong Fu because he didn't want his life.
With Xiao Feng, Murong Bo could barely resist less than fifty moves before being hit on the shoulder by Xiao Yuanshan's palm.
Although the hit was on the shoulder, Xiao Yuanshan shot with hatred, causing Murong Bo to suffer a fracture and vomit blood.
Xiao Yuanshan didn't give him any space and hit Ling Gai directly with his palm, which would kill him. Murong Bo was unable to escape and could only close his eyes and wait for death.
At this time, the Buddha's name "Amitabha" was heard, and an invisible palm force hit Xiao Yuanshan from the direction of Shaolin Temple.
This palm force was so overwhelming that Xiao Yuanshan was so shocked that he could only close his palm and move away to avoid the blow.
Then another wave of palm power surged toward Xiao Feng. Xiao Feng had never seen such a powerful palm power before, so he had to put down Murong Fu.
But Xiao Feng did not hide, but rushed forward with both palms. Roots grew under his feet, and he just caught the wind of the palm.
But Xiao Feng already felt tightness in his chest, his face turned pale, and his heart was horrified.
This was just a palm received in the air. If palms met each other, I would never be lucky enough. He couldn't help but turn his head to Huang Shang. Does the master have such power?
There was nothing else in Huang Shang's eyes. He squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of Shaolin Temple with a smile.
In the direction of Shaolin Temple, a skinny old monk wearing a green robe, with a few sparse long beards already completely white, walked out slowly and weakly, and did not look like he had martial arts.
But at this time, he was the only one who dared to move, and he became the center of the stage when he appeared.
The old monk sighed: "When will retribution happen? Shaolin is a pure place for Buddhism. The Sutra Pavilion has been turned into a mess by two old monks, and they want to kill people again? Please show mercy, Mr. Xiao."
The old monk pointed out that the Sutra Pavilion had been stolen. Shaolin, who had lost his vigor because of the humiliation of Xuanci, immediately regained his energy.
If the abbot dies violently, even if Shaolin's reputation is ruined, as long as the dog does not participate in Jianghu affairs for a few years, at most the mountain will be closed. With Shaolin's heritage, it will not be difficult to get ahead again.
However, the martial arts from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was stolen, which is another matter. No one can bring Shaolin martial arts down the mountain safely.
The old monk used two moves to frighten Xiao and his son, but Murong and his son were already bereft dogs, and they both looked at the old monk in surprise.
Xiao Yuanshan said: "Who are you?"
The old monk said: "The donor doesn't recognize the old monk? That's right. The donor's eyes are all on the martial arts of the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion. How could he recognize me, the sweeping monk who cleans the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion? Alas, the old monk has been cleaning the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion for four times. I can’t remember whether it was twelve years or forty-three years. I just remember that I was disturbed a lot by several donors in these years. There was old donor Xiao, later there was old donor Murong, and a few years ago there was Zhu Lai. Hesen..."
Then the old monk uttered lotus flowers and tied Shaolin martial arts to Buddhism. It was so mysterious that people unconsciously equated Shaolin with Buddhism. The contempt that had just arisen from Xuanci's crime disappeared without a trace. Everyone feels that Shaolin is worthy of being the leader of martial arts and the largest sect. The martial arts are all tailor-made for the Buddha. They are far superior to the bravery and ruthlessness of other sects, which fully demonstrates the power of religion, especially the Shaolin monks. Intoxicated.
After hearing this, Huang Shang couldn't help but sigh: "The prosperity of Shaolin will never be permanently destroyed because of one person. It is not without reason that it has been famous for thousands of years."
The purpose of the old monk's training is to tell the world that practicing Shaolin martial arts is dangerous, and Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo are already in disaster.
Huang Shang rushed to Jiumozhi next to him and said: "This is Shaolin's method to prevent the leakage of martial arts. The national master also practices Shaolin martial arts. Are there any physical discomforts?"
Jiumozhi's expression changed. Of course, he had some symptoms in his body, but they were only mild, so he didn't care. But when the old monk understood it so clearly, he knew that he had followed the path of Shaolin.
