After hearing the old monk sweeping the floor, Xiao Yuanshan was surprised and thought to go to Shaolin Temple to secretly study martial arts. None of the monks in the temple knew about it, so how could this old monk know? Most of the time he had just talked nonsense here, pretending to be a ghost, and then said with a humming voice: "Why have I never seen you?"

The old monk sweeping the floor shook his head and said, "The layman is fully energetic in martial arts books, and he is completely unlucky, so he naturally cannot see the old monk. I remember that the layman came to the pavilion to borrow the first night. It was a "No Form-Fake Tribulation Guide" and he was a pity! 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 Pavilion for the first night and found a "Wuxiangjieqianqi" and knew that this 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? For a moment, he said: "You...you...you..."

The old monk sweeping the floor said again: "The second time the layman came to borrow the pavilion was a 'Prajna Palm Palm. At that time, the old monk secretly rested, and knew that the layman had become demons from this, and the deeper he was hidden. He couldn't bear it. He put a 'Lotus Sutra' and a 'Miscellaneous Agama Sutra' where the layman used to pick up books, and only hoped that the layman could borrow it and study and comprehend it. Unexpectedly, the layman was addicted to martial arts, but ignored the authentic Buddhist teachings, and left these two sutras aside, found a 'Demon-Subduing Wand', but was happy and encouraged. Alas, I was addicted to the sea of ​​suffering, and I wonder when I could turn back?"

Xiao Yuanshan heard him say casually, saying that he was good at what he did in the Sutra Pavilion thirty years ago. He gradually became afraid and fearful. Cold sweat came out on his back, and his heart almost stopped beating. Moreover, the words of the old monk sweeping the floor were exactly what Han Dynasty said before, Shaolin's 72 unique skills needed to be practiced by Buddhism! His secret wounds

The sweeping monk slowly turned his head and looked at Murong Bo. Seeing that his eyes were dull, he was as straight as he could not see the object. However, it was like the secret hidden in his heart. Every thing was clearly seen through by him, and he couldn't help but feel scared and his whole body was very uncomfortable.

The monk sighed and said, "Mr. Murong is actually a member of the Xianbei tribe, but he has lived in Jiangnan 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 words and words of my ancestors and the quotations and experiences of the monks of all generations. He picked up a book of "Chicking Flowers and Fingering Methods" but it was like a treasure. The former bought a box and returned a pearl, which made him laugh at for thousands of years. The two laymans were masters of the times, but they also made such foolish deeds. Alas. It is harmful to oneself and others."

Murong Bo was shocked. When he first entered the Sutra Pavilion, the first martial arts secret book he saw was indeed the "Fingering 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?

The monk sweeping the floor said again: "The heart of a layman is more greedy than that of Mr. Xiao. What Mr. Xiao practiced was just how to build the existing martial arts of the Shaolin School. Mr. Murong included the seventy-two unique skills of the temple one by one, and recorded a copy of it. Then he re-opened the Sutra Pavilion and returned it to the original book. I think over the years, the layman tried his best to integrate these seventy-two unique skills, and also used the seventy-two unique skills to trade with the Tubo national master. It was like a trader's act. It was a tragedy! It was a pity!"

"Please save my father!" Xiao Feng hurried over and fell to the ground when he heard the conversation here. He said, "Earlier, I was advised by Mr. Han below, claiming that his father was practicing Shaolin skills, and it was already in danger. He also said that there were experts in Shaolin Temple who could help him! It turned out that it was the master who was in front of him! He also asked the master for compassion!"

"Don't have to do this! Your Mr. Han does not let down the name of Tianjizi. Haha!" The monk sweeping the floor smiled and said, "This sect's martial arts was passed down from the ancestor of Bodhidharma. Buddhists learn teeth to strengthen their bodies, protect the Dharma and subdue demons. When practicing any martial arts, they always have the thought of compassion and kindness. If they do not use Buddhism as the basis, they will definitely hurt themselves when practicing martial arts.

The deeper you practice, the more severe your injury you are. If you practice only external skills such as punching, kicking, weapons, hidden weapons, then that's fine, it's very harmful to yourself. You just need to be strong and resist it yourself;

But if you practice the best martial arts of this school, such as the flower finger, the Dora Leaf finger, the Prajna palm, etc., if you do not use compassionate Buddhism to harmonize and resolve it every day, the more you become, the more you hide, the deeper you will be, and it will be a hundred times more powerful than any external poison.

Even this lost Tubo national master, although he studied Buddhism carefully and recited and distinguished, he was unparalleled in the world, but if he did not have the idea of ​​giving compassion and giving, he would save all sentient beings, and although the scriptures were well-versed and the argument was unobstructed, he would never be able to eliminate the anger he had when practicing these excellent martial arts. He could not, but what about the others? Mr. Xiao, do you feel a faint pain in your lower abdomen recently? "

Xiao Yuanshan's whole body shook and said, "The monk clearly sees that it is exactly like this."

The sweeping monk said again: "You are insensitive to your 'Guanyuan acupoint', but what about you recently?"

Xiao Yuanshan was even more surprised and said tremblingly: "This numbing place was only a piece of small finger ten years ago, but now... it is almost as big as the teacup mouth."

When Xiao Feng heard this, he immediately stepped forward two steps, knelt down on both knees, bowed to the sweeping monk, and said, "The monk knows the root of his father's illness, and prays for mercy to save him."

The old monk Heshi returned the courtesy and said, "The donor is kind and kind. He is kind in his home. He is unwilling to harm the soldiers and civilians of the Song and Liao dynasties with personal grudges. He is so kind and righteous. No matter what orders he has, I will follow it. There is no need to be too polite."

Xiao Feng was overjoyed, kowtowed twice, then stood up. The sweeping monk sighed and said, "Old donor Xiao killed many people in the past, which hurt innocent people. Like Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, Master Xuanku, they should not have killed them."

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 was injured, but I am over 60 years old. I have a son who has grown up. Even if I die in an instant, what's the regret? The monk asked me to admit my mistake and regret it, but I must not."

The sweeping monk shook his head and said, "I dare not ask the old donor to repent. 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, "Murong's old donor is ready to die, so I don't need to talk too much. But if I make a way, I will save the old donor from the pain of pricking three times a day in Yangbai, Lianquan and Fengfu, what if I do?"

Murong Bo's face also changed drastically, and his whole body trembled slightly. His Yangbai, Lianquan and Fengfu acupoints were all trembling. Every morning, noon, and three o'clock in the evening, it was like ten thousand needles pricking, and the pain was unsatisfactory. No matter what kind of magic medicine you took, it was not effective at all. As long as you exercise your internal strength, the pain of the needle pricking penetrated into the bone marrow. If you die three times in a day, where can you have any fun in life?

This pain has become even more severe in recent years, so he was willing to die when he was in Juxianzhuang, in exchange for Xiao Feng's request to raise troops to attack Song. Although it was for the great cause of restoring the Yan Kingdom, a small part of it was also for the sake of suffering from this unknown disease, which was really unbearable.

At this time, I suddenly heard the monk telling the root of his illness, and I was really shocked. With a man of martial arts as good as him, he would not be surprised at all if a thunderbolt sounded in his ears. Even ten thunderbolts sounded just because God was farting and ignored it.

But the old monk's simple words made him frightened and panic. His body shook twice, and he suddenly felt the needle-like pain in the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan and Fengfu. The sharp pain started to occur again. It was not the moment of pain at first, but the heart was shaken, and the pain suddenly arose. At that moment, he could only grit his teeth and endure it. But the teeth were not tight, and the upper and lower teeth collided, making them feel embarrassed.

Seeing the changes in this battle, everyone forgot the war and stared at the movements here. Even Han Wen was also interested in watching it. Similarly, he also had some doubts in his heart, thinking about the identity of this sweeping monk;

In terms of age, this person is not young, and he is more conservative than he is 70 or 80 years old. From the perspective of martial arts, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were already the first-class masters at that time when they entered Shaolin. The Sweeping Monk could already peek at their every move, but Xiao Yuanshan had no sense of it. It can be seen that the Sweeping Monk's martial arts decades ago were far above the two of them.

Besides, experience is called the Korean identity and the inheritance of the Xiaoyao School. The Xiaoyao School is not even known by its name, which shows that it has a very high experience. It is proficient in medicine, profound in medical principles, and the essence is seen from phenomena. It is extremely clever. It is well-versed in Buddhist scriptures, carefully studied Buddhist principles, and has great wisdom. It is graceful, unstoppable and unpredictable, and it is difficult for people to act. It is absolutely extraordinary, showing the style of a master.

All these things, together, Han Wen calculated them all, and suddenly thought of someone, so he shook the Tianshan Tonglao beside him in surprise and doubt, and said, "Senior Sister, do you look like this old monk?"

Before Han Wen could continue to say that Tianshan Tong Lao's little face was involuntary. He woke up from the dullness and ran over from afar, with a little aggrieved crying, shouting: "Master is here! Please bow to my disciple."

Xiaoyaozi! He actually ran to Shaolin Temple to be a monk!

The sweeping monk looked over with a slow expression. After a long time, he suddenly realized and nodded, saying, "I just said that you are too arrogant. You want you not to practice the eight desolate six-heaven, but you don't listen. But it's okay, youth will last forever. You are still like this for decades, um! It reminds me of a lot of things in the past!"

"Disciple Li Qiushui! Pay homage to Master!" Li Qiushui also ran over with excitement and knelt on the ground: "Disciple is guilty! I hope Master will forgive me!"

"Okay, Disciple Han Wen! I am the senior brother Wuyazi who took the disciple on his behalf!" Han Wen spread his hands helplessly, reached out to take down the Qibao ring, and said, "Since the master is still there, it just makes sense. I am afraid that I can't continue to take on the responsibility of this leader. It was a matter of no choice to join the Xiaoyao Sect, and it happened to be done together!"

In addition to Korean, Tianshan Tonglao, Li Qiushui, even A Zi, Duan Yu also came to visit, but became the Xiaoyao Sect's kinship recognition conference. After everything was calmed down, he looked at the seven-treasure ring in his hand, Xiaoshou Monk, or Xiaoyaozi shook his head and said, "I have decided on the matters of Xiaoyao Sect. I have no connection with Xiaoyao Sect now, I am just a monk who devotes himself to practicing Buddhism! I don't care about the world anymore!"

"Master!" Tianshan Tong Lao was a little surprised and said for a while: "Why do you want to come to Shaolin Temple and be a serious monk? Leave us alone? Do you know how we have lived over the years and why?"

The sweeping monk shook his head and sighed: "No, I'm just tired of life in the world! I just want to live a simple life! Okay! How old are you, and you still cry, what kind of style? You will make others laugh at me! I'm very good at Shaolin Temple! Very good! The ancient Buddha of Qinglantern always accompanys the Buddha!

Many years ago, I adhered to the Taoist Zhuangzi's philosophy and founded the Xiaoyao School. I originally had the intention of competing with Shaolin Temple. The battle between Taoism and Buddha has been like this since ancient times. I did not have good intentions when I came to Shaolin Temple, but I stayed;

Because, I have comprehended another truth - Buddha is the Tao! It turns out that it is just a symbol of beauty in people's hearts! It turns out that people just say too much about their thoughts, and they are a little tired! Mr. Xiao! Mr. Murong! I offended!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile phone users please read it.)

ps:ps: The third update, there is another chapter in this volume, and the next volume tomorrow begins, "The No. 1 in the World";
Chapter completed!