The old monk.

"The layman devoted himself to martial arts books and was focused on his mind, so he naturally couldn't see the old monk. I remember that the layman came to the pavilion to borrow the first night. It was a book called "The Finger of the Forefather Calamity". Alas! From that night, the layman entered the path of demons. What a pity!"

Xiao Yuanshan's surprise was really extraordinary. He stole into the Sutra Library for the first night and found a copy of "The Finger of the Wuxiangjie" and knew that it was one of the 72 unique skills of the Shaolin School. He was overjoyed at that time. No one knew about this except himself. Could it be that the old monk was witnessing it with his own eyes?

Just say for a moment.

"You...you...you..."

The old monk said again.

"The second time the layman came to borrow was a book called "Prajna Palm".

At that time, the old monk sighed secretly, knowing that the layman became deviled and became deeper and deeper. He couldn't bear it. He put a book called "Lotus Sutra" and a "Miscellaneous Agama Sutra" where the layman used to pick up books. He only hoped that the layman could borrow it and study and comprehend it."

"Unexpectedly, lay Buddhists were addicted to martial arts, but ignored the authentic Buddhist teachings, left these two sutras aside, found a book called "The Magic Wand", but were happy and inspired. Alas, I am addicted to the sea of ​​suffering, and I don't know when I will turn back?"

Xiao Yuanshan heard him say casually and said that he had done what he did in the Sutra Pavilion thirty years ago. He gradually became frightened from fear and fear, and cold sweat came up on his back, and his heart almost stopped beating.

The old monk slowly turned his head and looked at Murong Bo.

Seeing that his eyes were dull and straight as if he was blind, but also as if he was hidden in his heart. Every thing was clearly seen through by him, he couldn't help but feel scared and his whole body was very uncomfortable.

The old monk sighed and said.

"Although Mr. Murong is a member of the Xianbei tribe, he has lived in the south of the Yangtze River for several generations. The old monk first found that the layman must have learned the literary talent of the Southern Dynasties. But he knew that the layman came to the Sutra Pavilion and abandoned all the subtle words of my ancestors and the quotations and experiences of the monks of all generations. He picked up a book called "The Finger Method of Picking Flowers", but he felt like he had obtained a treasure."

"In the past, people bought a box and returned it to the pearl, which made me laugh at for thousands of years. Two lay Buddhists were masters of the times, but they also acted like this. Alas, it is harmful to oneself and others, and it is not beneficial."

Murong Bo was shocked. When he first entered the Sutra Pavilion, the first martial arts secret book he saw was indeed "The Finger Method of Picking Flowers". However, he had carefully investigated around and found that there was no one inside and outside the Sutra Pavilion. Why was this old monk who saw him personally?

I heard the old monk say again.

"The heart of a layman is particularly greedy and arduous than that of a layman Xiao."

"What Mr. Xiao practiced was just how to restrain the existing martial arts of Shaolin Sect. But Mr. Murong included all the 72 unique skills of this temple and recorded copies. Only then did he re-shuo Sutra Pavilion and return it to the original book."

"I think that over the years, the lay Buddhists have tried their best to integrate these seventy-two unique skills, and they may have been taught to the son."

When he said this, his eyes turned to Qiao Feng, and only glanced at him, then shook his head, thinking that Murong Fu and Qiao Feng were as old as they were. Although he had never seen him, he should not have surpassed Murong Bo.

Then he saw Jiumozhi, and then nodded and said.

"Yes, the man is still young and has insufficient skills, so he cannot learn the 72 unique skills of Shaolin. It turns out that he passed it on to a monk from India. The Great Wheel Mingwang, you are very good. He actually broke it and established it and recreated the universe. He is worthy of being the Great Wheel Mingwang."

Jiumozhi had never entered the Sutra Pavilion, but he was a little impressed by the old monk and said with a smile.
Chapter completed!