Qiao Feng still doesn't know what's going on with him.

Three days ago, he was also the best hero and hero in the world. He was the leader of the world's largest gang that everyone would give him a thumbs up. But in a blink of an eye, he became a Khitan who was inferior to pigs and dogs, a scum of martial arts that everyone could kill, and a bad guy who endangers the country and the people.

Brothers who used to drink and eat large pieces of meat together drew their swords to face each other, wishing they could kill them immediately; their partners who had once died and became enemies with them instantly turned against them, and their gratitude was broken.

Since taking over the Beggars' Sect, he has never done anything that is ashamed of the Beggars' Sect or the martial arts world. He is loyal to the gang members and is sincere and loyal to the country.

He led the Beggars' Sect to quell the rebellion internally, defended against powerful enemies externally, made great contributions, and also made the Beggars' Sect's power.

Now, because of the oral statements of several people and a piece of statutes, his reputation was immediately turned upside down. Half of the gangs stood up to rebel against him. What made him most heartbreaking was that even his mentor left a secret order to kill him...

With his wisdom and martial arts, it is difficult to quell this rebellion and eliminate the traitors. However, on the one hand, he did not like his fellow disciples to kill each other and did not want the Beggars' Sect to be divided; on the other hand, he faced these sudden changes, faced with the mystery of his own life experience, and faced with the indifferent and changeable human hearts, and was somewhat discouraged.

Moreover, he is now eager to find out his life experience and has no intention of continuing to be the leader of the Beggars' Sect.

Therefore, even though he quickly quelled the rebellion, he was not happy with victory at all. He voluntarily resigned from the position of gang leader and handed over the dog-beating stick.

However, when he returned home and was about to ask his adoptive father and mother carefully about his life experience, he found that the two elders had been killed.

It seemed that someone had already predicted his whereabouts and took the lead.

Only then did he realize that the Beggars' Gang's rebellion, the mystery of his life experience, and the murder of his adoptive father and mother... this series of changes is a conspiracy against him.

The goal of seizing the position of the leader of the Beggars' Sect is small, turning him into a heinous devil, forcing him to leave the Central Plains may be the real purpose of the mastermind behind it.

What made him feel chilled was that he still knew nothing about the mastermind behind the scenes, and the other party was in secret and he was in a clear light.

He has been in the world for more than ten years, and has experienced many storms, many difficulties and dangerous places, and has encountered many cruel and evil enemies. However, he has never had a mastermind behind the avatar. His conspiracy is profound and treacherous, and he has taken the lead everywhere and killed people.

After Qiao Feng buried his adoptive father and mother, he thought of his mentor Master Xuanku, and he was inevitably worried about his safety.

Master Xuanku has the kindness of passing on merits and education for him. He was able to achieve these achievements today, and to strive for the title of "Bei Qiao Feng". He was known as the hero Qiao. It all started with Master Xuanku's careful cultivation. This kind of kindness is even higher than that of Songshan.

Therefore, even though he knew that Shaolin Temple was a place where the dragon and tiger den was, he decided to go ahead and report to his mentor in advance.

He has a very talented martial arts talent. He can learn everything he learns and become more skillful in a while. He can use it freely in actual combat and exert extraordinary power. Therefore, although he is tall, he still practices his light skills to the highest level in the world. Even in Shaolin Temple, where there are many masters, he can come and go freely and will not alarm anyone.

He searched for his mentor's place all the way, followed him and finally found that his mentor was in the Taoist temple. He avoided the eyes and ears of the monks in the temple, quietly walked around behind the house, and decided to check on his master's recent situation first.

He acted cautiously and held his breath. He thought that this action was unaware of it, but suddenly his heart moved. After a glance, he glansed at a vague figure. He turned his head and saw a monk in green standing quietly on the roof, staring at him silently.

It seems that he had discovered his whereabouts long ago, but he has not been called out.

Who else in Shaolin Temple has such supernatural powers?

Or, who else knows so much about yourself?

He soon thought of someone.

Only that person will judge at the first time that he will come to find a mentor, and only that person has such ability to discover himself so quickly.

The righteous brother Xu Zhu.

I remember many years ago, he was only five years old and could find the unknown mountain. He successfully attracted Master Xuanku's idea and was able to learn skills with him.

Later, at the ceremony where he took over as the leader of the Beggars' Sect, he helped him drive away the old beggar who was disrupting the situation...

Now another five years have passed, and I don’t know how good his skills have reached.

Thinking of this, he suddenly found that the figure shot towards him like an arrow from a string. The speed was only seen in his life.

He actually attacked himself directly!

Qiao Feng felt sad, knowing that this second brother who had been rebellious also regarded him as a Khitan, mistakenly thought that he killed his father and mother, so he was so unfamiliar with his old feelings and took action directly.

Qiao Feng knew that he had good intentions and did not want to fight him. He avoided his palms and said, "Second brother, I came to Shaolin this time just to send my mentor to me, and I have no other intention."

Wang Dong didn't answer even more, and the Prajna palm had already taken a photo of it "covering the sky and blocking the sun".

After five years of refinement and improvement, Wang Dong's Prajna palm has reached the point where the inside and outside are consistent, and the hardness and softness are combined. When he slapped his palm, his momentum was like a mountain falling, shocking the world, and the fierceness was endless, but his palm power was like a big river, extending endlessly.

Qiao Feng was shrouded in his palm and could not avoid it. Seeing that his palm power was so amazing, he did not dare to neglect it, so he had to use his seven success power to return a move "Kanglong has regrets".

The palms intersected, and a horrifying vibration erupted. I don’t know how many tiles on the roof were shattered by the aftermath of the two palms.

Wang Dong floated back several feet before he fixed his body, and Qiao Feng also swelled in the air and fell on the eaves.

"The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is worthy of being the best palm technique in the world." Wang Dong praised.

"My second brother's Vajra Prajna Palm has also been so perfect that he has a style that is better than the past."

Qiao Feng has high martial arts skills and accurate vision. He has experienced the power of the Vajra Prajna Palm during the competition and has a clear idea of ​​the upper limit of that set of palm techniques. Now when Wang Dong uses that set of palm techniques again, he feels that the power is even greater and can't help but praise him.

"Brother is a joke. I want to see the entire leopard of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms. I wonder if my brother can fulfill it?"

Qiao Feng said: "Second brother, I am here in Shaolin this time. I really have important things to do. How about you and I'll discuss it again next day?"

Wang Dong nodded, looked at Qiao Feng, sighed softly, and said, "Brother is probably one step late."

"What?" Qiao Feng was shocked.

"Master Xuanku sneaked into a sneak attack for the evil man. He got a palm in his abdomen, his ribs were broken, and his five internal organs were all broken, all depended on..."

Before Wang Dong finished speaking, Qiao Feng said "ah", "Are you saying that the mentor was attacked by someone?"

Wang Dong nodded and said, "And I have fought with that evil man, and his martial arts are very powerful. Strangely, that person's appearance is 70 to 80% similar to your elder brother, but it seems that someone is pretending to be you and committing evil."

Qiao Feng was shocked again and was about to ask something, but he heard someone coming out of the Zhengdao Temple, which was Abbot Xuanci and others.

Qiao Feng looked at Wang Dong, and the latter nodded.

The two jumped down from the roof and were about to flash into the Zhengdao Temple when Wang Dong suddenly heard someone talking in his ear: "Let's come to the Sutra Pavilion to speak."

The voice was a tone of the sweeping monk.

He must have used some secret technique of transmitting voices for thousands of miles and invited himself to the Sutra Pavilion.

With the cultivation of the monk who swept the ground, he used the word "quick" to use the word "come quickly", which must be of great importance.

As for this, he had already paved the way for Master Xuanku and Qiao Feng, and believed that their communication would not cause any misunderstandings anymore, so he said to Qiao Feng: "Brother, I believe you have many questions in your heart to ask Master Xuanku for answers, so I won't go in."

This statement is exactly what Qiao Feng wants, thank you.

Wang Dong put his hands together and said goodbye, and rushed to the Sutra Pavilion.

The monk sweeping the floor was holding the "Ten Wheels of Ksitigarbha Sutra" in his hand, standing under a bookshelf, waiting for the arrival of Wang Dong.

"What's the matter with the master calling my disciples?" Wang Dong asked.

The monk sweeping the floor did not answer and said, "All kinds of bodies appear in the ten directions of the world, and speak all kinds of Dharmas to free all kinds of hardships and satisfy all the seeks..."

Wang Dong was shocked and said nothing.

"I have made a wish to save sentient beings in the filthy world for countless kalpas. Hell will not be empty, and I will not be able to become a Buddha. However, hell will never be empty. When will he become a Buddha?"

Wang Dong knew that what he was talking about was the great vow of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and continued: "I know that I will never do it, but I take this as my original vow. Only in this way can I show great compassion."

"We must transform into various bodies in the ten directions of the world. Where is this world and what is this body?"

Wang Dong didn't know what he saw or felt, and asked, "What does the master mean?"

The sweeping monk looked up at Wang Dong, and after a moment, he asked, "Where are you from? Who are you going to save here?"

Wang Dong was shocked and speechless.

It seems that in the past five years, not only have I been practicing and improving, but also have a new understanding of the cycle of cause and effect.

Because he triggered the appearance conditions of the Sweeping Monk in advance, his storyline will also change?

In other words, the sweeping monk has been comprehending the profound Buddhist teachings, and is only a ray of distance from exploring the great enlightenment. It is at the most critical moment that it is precisely because of his appearance that he gave him this opportunity?

"Can you go with the old monk?"

Before Wang Dong could answer the previous two questions, the sweeping monk asked himself.

Wang Dong nodded.

The sweeping monk took the scriptures and took the lead.

Wang Dong followed closely behind.

The two left the Sutra Pavilion one in front and one behind.

The sweeping monk seemed to be unhurried, but his feet were flying like a swaying in the air, and his body was walking like a wind, and he was not as eccentric as a commoner.

Wang Dong had to use his magical skills with all his strength to barely keep up with him.

The sweeping monk took Wang Dong into the deep mountains and soon arrived at the top of the hidden mountain where Wang Dong had been in seclusion.

"This place is a false place, this world is a false world, this body is a false body,"

The monk sweeping the floor smiled and shook his head, "I have been in the life of Buddha, but I am alone in a confused state. Amitabha, how good is it."

Wang Dong said in his heart: "I have been playing for many years, and it's the first time I have encountered an NPC to become a spirit? It seems that the monk sweeping the floor has really gotten inspiration from himself."

Wang Dong asked: "What did the master see?"

"You should not be attached to the fruit you have attained when you see it. You are me when you see it."

Wang Dong smiled helplessly.

"But after today, you are me."

After the sweeping monk said that, he smiled happily and walked towards the cliff.

Wang Dong's expression changed drastically, and he watched the sweeping monk step out of the air.

Wang Dong looked at this scene in shock, but an inexplicable question arose in his heart: As a monk who swept the floor, do you don’t have to ride a broom when doing such a difficult move as volley?

The sweeping monk held the Buddhist scriptures in his hand and broke the void and left.

Wang Dong looked at his back and slowly calmed down, and then he thought of another question:

What should Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo do?
Chapter completed!