In fact, the backlash of martial arts is not absolute. If you practice not some advanced martial arts, or if you are not at the level of martial arts practice, and you cannot reach the profound level of artistic conception, the impact will be minimal.

Or the martial arts cultivation of those who practice are extremely profound, and even if they violate the martial arts' own artistic conception, they can suppress their backlash. However, all such people are extraordinary masters, and their own realm is no weaker than or even more than the level of the martial arts creator. There is no need to practice such martial arts.

Speaking of this, Ling Muyun couldn't help but be worthy of Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo. In fact, they were already top experts in the martial arts world before. Xiao Yuanshan killed most of the heroes in the Central Plains who went to ambush and were killed and injured, and were thrown out of their armor. Murong Bo is also famous in the world. Most of the reason why Murong Fu was known as Nan Murong and Xiao Feng together was that he was inherited from his legacy.

Before the two sneaked into Shaolin Temple, no one in the entire Shaolin sect except for the old monk who swept the floor with deep knowledge and reputation, probably no one in the entire Shaolin sect could beat the two. After working hard to learn secretly for more than 30 years, although their martial arts were quite improved, they did not make a big progress, and they might not be much better than studying the martial arts of this sect. Instead, they practiced a lot of hidden injuries and hidden diseases, which can be said to be not worth the loss.

At this time, the old monk sweeping the floor sighed softly and said to Xiao Yuanshan: "Mr. Xiao, do you feel a faint pain in your lower abdomen recently? "

Xiao Yuanshan's whole body was shocked and he said, "The monk clearly sees that this is exactly what it is."

The old monk said again: "Then the numbness on your 'Guanyuan acupoint'. So what have you been recently?"

Xiao Yuanshan was even more surprised and said tremblingly: "This numb part was only the size of a little finger ten years ago. Now... it is almost the size of a teacup mouth."

When Xiao Feng heard this, he contacted the old monk's previous words. How could he not know that his father had already practiced secret injuries because of his strong Shaolin skills? And from his words, it was no longer a matter of time, but a hidden worry that had been troubled for many years. If it continues to develop, the consequences will be unpredictable. He immediately took two steps forward, knelt down on both knees, bowed to the old monk, and said, "The master knows the root of his father's illness, but also asks the master to be able to be merciful and relieved."

The old monk returned the courtesy and said, "Donor Xiao is very kind and righteous. He is famous in the world. He is so filial, but if you have something to ask, how can I not follow it? There is no need to be too polite. Please get up quickly."

Xiao Feng was overjoyed, kowtowed twice before he stood up.

The old monk sighed and said, "Old Donor Xiao killed many people in the past and hurt innocent people. Even if Old Donor Xiao was unable to extricate his resentment, it would have caused dozens of iron-faced judge Shan Zheng's family to seriously hurt Xiao's mentor Master Xuanku, but it was a bit too much."

Xiao Yuanshan is a Khitan hero. Although he is old, he has not diminished his toughness. He heard the old monk scold him and said loudly: "I know I am unable to heal my injuries, but now I am over 60 years old and have a son. Even if I die in an instant, what's the regret? The monk wants me to admit my mistake and regret it, but I must not."

The old monk shook his head and said, "I dare not ask the old donor to repent for his mistakes. It's just that the old donor's injury was caused by practicing the Shaolin School's martial arts. If you want to find a way to resolve it, you must search for it from Buddhism."

He said this and turned to Murong Bo and said, "Old Donor Murong, the pain of stinging three times a day on the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan and Fengfu is very difficult to endure, right?"

Murong Bo's face changed drastically, and his whole body trembled slightly. As the old monk said, the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan and Fengfu on his body were as if they were subjected to ten thousand needles to prick him. The pain was unstoppable. No matter what kind of magic medicine he took, it would have no effect.

If you use internal strength to resist it, the pain of the needle will be even more severe and will penetrate into the bone marrow. In a day, it seems like you have died three times in a row. How could there be any fun in life? At this time, I suddenly heard the old monk tell him the root of his illness, and his shock was really extraordinary.

For a man of martial arts with great martial arts, even if a thunder sounded out of thin air in his ear, he would not be surprised at all. Even ten thunder sounded, he just thought it was God's fart and ignored it. However, the old monk's simple words made him frightened and panic. His body suddenly shook twice and suddenly felt that the needle-like pain broke out in the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan and Fengfu.

It was not a time to cause pain at first, but Murong Bo was shocked, the pain that should have occurred at 3:00 Chen Ziwu suddenly occurred. He could only grit his teeth and endure it. But under the severe pain, the teeth could not be clenched tightly. The upper and lower teeth kept colliding, and big drops of cold sweat came down from his forehead, looking extremely embarrassed.

Murong Fusu knew that his father had a competitive temper and would rather kill him than be humiliated in front of others. He was even more unwilling to kneel down and beg the old monk for his father, and immediately bowed to Xiao Feng and his son, saying, "The green mountains will not change, the green water will flow forever. Let's leave for now. The two of you are looking for revenge for my father and son. We will wait for the big carriage in Shenhezhuang, Yanziwu, Gusu."

Speaking of this, he reached out to take Murong Bo's right hand and said, "Dad, let's go!"

The old monk said, "You have the heart to bear this kind of heart, so that Ling Zun can suffer from such a painful pain?"

Murong Fu's face was pale, he held Murong Bo's hand and walked away.

Xiao Feng shouted, "Is it like this? Is there such a cheap thing in the world? Murong Fu, your father is sick, and a real man is disdainful to take advantage of others' danger. Let him go once today, but you are not sick or painful!"

Murong Fu rushed upwards and shouted, "Then I will take Brother Xiao's trick."

Xiao Feng didn't even speak, and with a "huh" palm, he directly hit Murong Fu with one move, "Seeing the Dragon in the Field" among the eighteen palms of the dragon subduing.

He saw that the terrain in the Sutra Pavilion was small and the masters were gathered, so it was not convenient to fight for a long time, so he used 100% of his skills as soon as he started, and he had to take the enemy's life in a few palms. Seeing that his palm was fierce, Murong Fu immediately used his life force and used the technique of "fighting and moving stars" to resolve it.

The nameless old monk put his hands together and said, "Amitabha. The Buddha is a good place. The two donors should not act rashly on the fire of ignorance."

He only closed his palms like this, and it seemed like a force turned into an invisible wall of air, blocking between Xiao Feng and Murong Fu. Xiao Feng's overwhelming palm force hit the wall, and immediately disappeared without a trace and disappeared invisible.

Xiao Feng felt a stern. He rarely met an opponent in his life, but the old monk in front of him was obviously much better than him. Since he took action to stop him, he would never avenge his revenge today. He thought of his father's internal injuries and bowed and said, "I am a wild man. A wild man, who is not aware of etiquette, offended the monk. I also asked the monk to forgive me."

The old monk smiled and said, "It's easy to say. The old monk respects Donor Xiao very much. Only the great hero can be truly true. Donor Xiao deserves it."

Xiao Feng said: "The murder sins committed by my father are all caused by my subordinates. I begged the monk to cure my father's injuries. All the crimes and responsibilities will be received by my subordinates, and I will never refuse to die."

The old monk smiled slightly and said, "I have said that to resolve the internal injuries of Old Donor Xiao, you must seek from Buddhism. Buddha is born from the heart, and Buddha is awakening. Others can only give guidance, but they cannot do it for you. I asked Old Donor Xiao a word, if you have the ability to cure injuries, will you be willing to heal the internal injuries of Old Donor Murong? "

Xiao Yuanshan couldn't help but be stunned and said in disbelief: "Let me treat the old man Xiao Rong?"

Murong Fu shouted, "Put it clean in your mouth."

Xiao Yuanshan gritted his teeth and said, "Murong's old man caused my wife to be separated and his family to be destroyed, and my life was ruined. I wish I could cut him into pieces and chop him into meat sauce. How could I save him?"

The old monk sweeping the floor said: "Old Donor Xiao, if you don't see Old Donor Murong die in a bad life, you will be unable to relieve your hatred?"

Xiao Yuanshan said: "That is, for thirty years, I have been thinking about it day and night, and I have only this blood-sea hatred. If I cannot see the culprit with my own eyes, I will not be able to rest in peace even if I die."

"Actually, this is not difficult."

The old monk nodded, and as he spoke, he slowly stepped forward, stretched out a thin palm, and slapped straight towards Murong Bo's head.

Murong Bo didn't care when he saw the old monk approaching at first, because as far as the old monk's slow performance was concerned, he didn't seem to be attacking someone. When he saw the old monk stretching his palm to slap his sky spirit cover, he realized that the other party was actually attacking him. He hurriedly raised his left hand, and was afraid that the other party's martial arts were too powerful. After raising his hand, his body floated backwards.

The family martial arts of Murong's family had already been very good at practicing. After studying the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple, Murong Bo's martial arts have been further up to the next level and has gradually reached the peak of the ultimate realm. He raised his hand and floated his body. However, he blocked all kinds of attacks in the world with one palm, and retreated to any pursuit in the world. The rigorous and elegant defensive moment can be said to be the best of the world's martial arts. Everyone in the pavilion is a martial arts master. When he saw him using these two moves, he couldn't help but cheer himself secretly.

But I knew that Murong Bo's magical shape and retreat had no effect at all. The old monk gently patted the "Baihui point" in the middle of Murong Bo's forehead. The "Baihui point" was the most important part of the human body. Even if it was touched by someone who could not know martial arts at all, it would be in danger of being injured. The old monk hit the blow, Murong Bo's whole body was shocked, and he was immediately extinguished and fell backwards.

"Dad!" Murong Fu was shocked and hurriedly rushed forward to support him. He saw that his father Murong Bo's eyes were closed and there was no breath in his nostrils. He hurriedly reached out to his heart and touched it, and his heartbeat had stopped.

Murong Fu couldn't help but feel sad and angry. He never expected that this old monk who spoke compassionately of Buddhism would suddenly take this harsh action and shouted: "You old thief bald, I'll give my father my life!"

As he spoke, he leaned Murong Bo's body against the pillar, jumped up, and his palms came out, and then rushed towards the old monk.

However, facing Murong Fu's palm strike, the old monk ignored him and ignored him. Murong Fu pushed his palms two feet in front of the old monk. Suddenly, he felt like he bumped into an invisible air wall, and even more like he bumped into a fishing net. Although his palm power was strong, he could not exert force. He only entered less than one foot, and was bounced out by the air wall and hit a bookshelves.

Originally, Murong Fu was extremely powerful, and the corresponding rebound force must be very fierce, but his palm power seemed to be completely transformed by the invisible air wall, and then he was gently pushed away. Therefore, when his back hit the bookshelf, his strength was gone. Although the bookshelf did not collapse, there was not even a single volume of scriptures piled up on the shelf.

Murong Fu was very alert. Although he was sad about his father's death, he knew that the old monk sweeping the floor was more than ten times better than his martial arts. Even if he fought fiercely, he could not do anything. He leaned on the bookshelf and pretended to be breathing. However, he secretly thought about how to launch a sneak attack unexpectedly.

The old monk turned to Xiao Yuanshan and said lightly: "Old Shi, Xiao, saw with his own eyes that the old donor Murong died in an untimely manner to calm the hatred of years. Now the old donor Murong is dead. Is this tone of Old Donor Xiao calmed down?"

Xiao Yuanshan was extremely surprised when he saw the old monk hit Murong Bo with a palm to death. He couldn't help but feel confused when he heard him asking this question. He was speechless.

When Xiao Yuanshan was young, he was also a heroic figure. He also met a famous teacher, learned a master of superb martial arts, worked for the country wholeheartedly, established fame, and became a figure in history.

He and his wife were childhood sweethearts since childhood and fell in love with each other. Shortly after getting married, they gave birth to a son. They were even more cheerful and energetic, but they felt that nothing could be done in the world. Unexpectedly, outside Yanmen Pass suddenly became a sudden change. Even though they fell into the valley and died, they also changed their appearance. What kind of fame, career, fame, wealth, were like dust in his eyes. They thought about it day and night, just how to kill their enemies and vent their great hatred.

He was a heroic, honest and simple man from the frontier who was lingering in his heart. His heart was filled with hatred, and his temperament became more and more perverse. He lived in Shaolin Temple for decades, stayed in the day and went out at night, practiced martial arts diligently, and rarely said a word or two to others in a year, and his temperament changed drastically.

Over the past thirty years, he was determined to avenge his wife's hatred for killing his son and for taking his son. Anyone who was involved in this matter was on his list of killings. He took action to kill elder Xu of the Beggar Gang, the iron-faced judges Shan Zheng, Tan Gong Tan Po, Zhao Qiansun and others. Even Master Xuanku, who taught his son's martial arts, was angry with him and was seriously injured and lost all his martial arts.

This time, he learned that the traitor who had become a tragic change in his family was Murong Bo, the gray-clothed monk who was hiding in the temple and fighting with him three times. Xiao Yuanshan was full of anger and poured all into this person, wishing to eat his flesh and sleep with his skin, suck his tendons and cook his bones.

Unexpectedly, an unknown old monk appeared for no reason. He beat his great enemy to death with a palm. In an instant, he felt as if he was in the clouds, and he felt floating and had no place to stand in this world.

Suddenly, the great enemies who had hated him for decades died one by one in front of him. It should be said that they should be very happy, but in fact, they were indescribable loneliness and desolation in their hearts. They just felt that there was nothing to do in this world, and living was in vain.

The nameless old monk said: "Old donor Xiao, your great revenge is avenged, and your resentment is resolved, but this young man Murong hurts his father's death and will inevitably seek revenge on me. What should I do?"

Xiao Yuanshan was discouraged and said, "The great monk is on my behalf. Young Master Murong wants to avenge his father. Even if he comes to kill me, I will have to avenge my great revenge. There is nothing to be left to nostalgic in this world. Even if he dies immediately, it is no big deal."

The nameless old monk said: "If Young Master Murong kills you, Mr. Xiao will definitely kill Young Master Murong to avenge you again. When will he repay such grudges? It is better for me to have all the sins in the world!"

As he spoke, he suddenly took a step, raised his palm, and slapped it straight to the top of Xiao Yuanshan.

"stop!"

Xiao Feng was shocked. The old monk could kill Murong Bo with one palm, and naturally he could kill his father. He shouted loudly, his palms came out, and slammed at the old monk in his chest, trying to force him to stop. He originally admired the old monk very much, but at this time, in order to save his father, he didn't care about so much.

However, just as Xiao Feng's palm power came out, he felt a figure flashing in front of him. Someone was blocking his father Xiao Yuanshan and the unknown old monk one step faster than him. He waved his palm and removed his powerful palm power to the side, and waved his palm to face the old monk and slapped it out.

With a loud bang, Xiao Feng's palm power was pulled to the side and was venting it. It was hitting a bookshelves, smashing the entire bookshelves into pieces. The books on the shelf flew and drifted. With the palm power, the bookshelf behind it also collapsed and collapsed, and several bookshelves fell in a series.

However, at this moment, everyone had no time to amaze Xiao Feng's palm power, but looked at the nameless old monk in the field and the figure who suddenly inserted into it. They saw the two of them touching their palms, and their bodies shook almost at the same time. The nameless old monk did not move in place, but the person who intervened in the middle took a step back.

The old monk, who was originally calm and unpredictable, showed a touch of emotion for the first time. He looked at the person who blocked his palm: "Amitabha, donor Ling, why are you?"

It turned out that it was not someone else who stopped the nameless old monk's attack, but Ling Muyun, who had been watching the side with cold eyes.

Ling Muyun did not answer the question of the nameless old monk, but suddenly retreated and instantly retreated before Murong Bo fell to the ground, and reached out and slapped Murong Bo's head.

"Ling Muyun, what are you doing?"

Seeing that Ling Muyun was about to damage his father's "corpse", Murong Fu immediately shouted angrily, his palms came out, and rushed towards Ling Muyun's body.

Xiao Feng and others were also shocked. Didn’t you hear that Ling Muyun and Murong Bo have any deep hatred? Murong Bo is already dead, why didn’t Ling Muyun let his “corpse” go?

Just as everyone was shocked, they heard a "ah" scream. Murong Fu spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell backwards, but was shocked by Ling Muyun's protective energy. At the same time, Ling Muyun's subordinates kept slapped Murong Bo's head with a palm.
Chapter completed!