Feng Yi's heart trembled, and then he fell to the ground silently like a ghost.

With his martial arts skills, it was impossible for someone to speak into his ear without him noticing. This meant that someone was using internal skills such as "transmitting sound into secret".

But Feng Yi knew exactly who was inside the Shaolin Temple's Scripture Library, so he wouldn't be shocked by the other party's ability to perform such a high-level internal skill as "transmitting sound into secret".

What surprised him was the content of the words: "You're here!"

What do you mean you are here? It's as if he is very familiar with me, or he knows I am coming, but how does he know I am coming?

Could it be that everything about him was under his nose and he was unaware of it? This was what shocked Feng Yi.

Just as he changed his mind, Feng Yi turned his gaze and saw a bald monk in a green robe holding a broom, sweeping the courtyard in front of the Sutra Library, very seriously.

It was as if he didn't know Feng Yi came in, and he didn't speak to Feng Yi just now.

To different people, this party may be mysterious or even mysterious.

Feng Yi's eyes were like cold stars, flickering faintly. He found that this sweeping monk was indeed extraordinary. Because he was not young, his sparse long beard was already completely white, his movements were slow and he had no strength. However, when he swept the floor with the broom, there was no swish sound, it was almost silent.

You know, there are five great masters in the attic. Murong Bo suddenly stopped laughing and said, "I have always heard that the great hero Xiao Feng is a man of unparalleled talent and wisdom, but I didn't expect that today I saw that he is a brave man who doesn't understand justice and is only interested in his own will. Hehe, how ridiculous!"

Feng Yi knew that the other party could not come to a conclusion, so what he had to do was to prevent the Sweeping Monk from interfering, so as to witness the topic that had been debated in the previous life.

He took a step forward and walked slowly towards the Sweeping Monk. His steps were calm, but his whole body was full of energy. When they were still more than ten feet away from each other, the old monk finally raised his head and looked at Feng Yi.

Feng Yi felt a gust of fresh breeze coming, his sword-like eyebrows raised, he paused, and the energy flowed through his body. His body seemed to expand, and a whirlwind also arose under the sweeping monk's broom, but as a gust of mountain wind passed, everything disappeared as if nothing had happened.

Even though Feng Yi knew how powerful the Shaolin Sweeping Monk was, he had never seen it with his own eyes, so he was deeply shocked.

The old monk had a dazed look and looked listless, yet his whole body exuded an indescribable feeling, as if unpredictable and boundless. To describe it in one word, it was "empty" and in one word, it was "empty nothingness". Feng Yi didn't know that Buddhist martial arts take "emptiness" as the ultimate purpose, while Taoist internal strength goes from "no stagnation, no hindrance" to "the state of no distinction", the two paths lead to the same destination.

However, the old monk's thin and slow body was not just empty. It was like a lake filled with water. Once the dam was opened, Feng Yi felt it was natural for a human-shaped monster to jump out, let alone an overwhelming force.

Although his eyes were dull, in fact his brilliance was not apparent. He had already reached the state of returning to nature and embracing simplicity and plainness.

If one's martial arts skills are not good enough, he will just be considered a frail old man.

Feng Yi was both surprised and happy. He was surprised because he was afraid that he would not win the battle, but he was happy that the trip was worthwhile. However, there was a smile on his face.

The old monk's eyes were constantly looking at Feng Yi, and he saw that he seemed to be smiling, with an unusual look in his eyes, and a faint light. He also looked neither worried nor happy. After careful observation, he could see a bit of evil in him. He knew that he had found a new way and reached the state of unity of good and evil, mutual assistance of yin and yang, and the perfect integration of the six harmonies.

The two people outside the Sutra Repository concentrated their minds and looked at each other, their eyes intertwined and intertwined. Feng Yi's eyes became brighter and brighter, as bright as the sun.

The old monk's face, which was originally haggard, became clear and bright, like two deep pools, and his whole face became lively.

The five top masters in the Sutra Repository knew nothing about the confrontation between these two masters.

Murong Bo's true identity was revealed, and he knew that not only did the Xiao family father and son want him, but he was also not tolerated by the heroes of the Central Plains. Moreover, he was ill and tortured, and he had no intention of living. So he rushed to the Shaolin Temple Sutra Library and pressed the sleeping points of the four monks guarding the library. Then the Xiao family father and son and Jiumozhi arrived one after another.

Xiao Feng knew very well that Jiumozhi was an amazing person, and Murong Bo solemnly introduced Jiumozhi to the Xiao father and son, praising him highly and saying that the other party's martial arts skills were far superior to his own.

Jiumozhi was even more grateful to Murong Bo for giving him the Shaolin unique skills in the past, and wanted to help Murong Bo.

Xiao and his son both knew that Jiumozhi might not be stronger than Murong Bo, but his martial arts were indeed amazing and he could be a formidable opponent. If they fought, it would be hard to say who would win. Then Murong Fu also rushed over, and it became a three-on-two situation.

Murong Bo immediately proposed that the Murong family had the upper hand, but as long as Xiao Feng agreed to return to Liao, he would march south to occupy all the land north of the Yellow River in Song Dynasty. At that time, the Murong family established a righteous banner and sent troops to Shandong to respond to the Liao Dynasty. At the same time, Tubo, Xixia and Dali rose up and five countries divided the Song Dynasty.

By then, Xiao Feng will not only be able to marry Azhu, but with his talent and military strategy, he will also be able to become a great figure who will be recorded in history and will be immortal. He can also annihilate the Central Plains martial arts world in one fell swoop, so as to vent his anger for being wronged and expelled by them!

Both Xiao and his son knew that although Murong Fu was slightly weaker, he should not be underestimated. They were afraid that not only would they fail to kill Murong Bo, but they themselves would die in the Sutra Repository. Such an action was beyond the expectations of Xiao and his son, and they did not know how to respond for a moment.

Jiumozhi was even more afraid that the Xiao family father and son would agree and then change their minds, wouldn't that mean he died in vain? But Murong Bo said, "I have been running around in the martial arts world for decades in my old age, but I have achieved nothing. I have only collected a few small sects that have not made a difference. In the past, Xiao Feng was willing to take risks and go to Juxian Manor alone to seek medical treatment for a girl who had no relatives or friends. Now he and Ah Zhu have decided to spend their lives together, and everyone in the world knows that they are heroes. How can he break his promise after his death!"

Xiao Yuanshan said, "My son, this man's intention seems to be true. What do you think?"

Xiao Feng refused outright and slammed the table. Hearing Murong Bo's provocative words, he said coldly: "Xiao Feng is indeed a brave man, but I know that I want to marry Ah Zhu because we love each other, not to use her as a bargaining chip.

I also know that if your Murong family had not been so determined to restore the country and wanted to instigate war, my mother would not have left me, and my father would not have been so trapped in hatred and killed so many innocent people.

If my father had not taken Ye Erniang's child away, many children in this world would not have been separated from their parents!

If I, Xiao Feng, were to be used by a treacherous villain like you, and the Liao and Song dynasties were to start a war again, with blood flowing like a river, and let your Murong clan take advantage of the chaos to raise an army and revive the Yan Kingdom that had been destroyed for more than 600 years, wouldn't that be just wishful thinking? "

Murong Bo's lifelong ambition was to restore the Great Yan. Xiao Feng's words made him furious, and he shouted sternly: "If that's the case, don't blame us for bullying the minority with our numbers!!"

Jiumozhi clasped his hands together and smiled: "If we can capture and kill Xiao Feng, the King of the Southern Court, it would be profitable!"

Xiao Feng sneered and said, "Just now, the master and I were evenly matched. In front of the temple gate, Master Murong also wanted to teach me. Now is the perfect time. You two can come together. I, Xiao Feng, have nothing to fear!"

After saying that, he took a step forward, struck out with one palm, and used the move "Dragon Fighting in the Wild" to attack Murong Bo.

Murong Bo and Xiao Feng faced each other with palms, but this time he did not take Xiao Feng's palm force head-on. Instead, he concentrated his strength and swung it. With a loud clattering sound, pieces of wood from a bookshelf on the left flew everywhere and broke into several pieces, and the scriptures on the shelf fell down.

Murong Bo failed to dissolve Xiao Feng's palm power, but he redirected it and hit the bookshelf.

At the same time, Xiao Yuanshan also threw a punch, but was blocked by Jiumozhi's palm. The fist and palm forces collided with each other and rushed up, causing dust to fall from the roof.

This time, when their palms and fists collided, there was no one to tell who was better, and both of them secretly admired each other.

At this time, there was a "clang" sound, and Murong Fu's long sword was unsheathed, with a cold light flickering. With a hissing sound, he pushed on his toes and flew diagonally, with the sword light covering Xiao Feng.

Murong Fu was originally a proud person and didn't want to use weapons, but Feng Yi had already beaten down his arrogance. Knowing that Xiao Feng was powerful, he did not try to show off his strength at the moment.

Seeing Murong Fu's exquisite swordsmanship, Xiao Feng was shocked. He knew that Murong Fu was indeed extraordinary and should not be underestimated.

At this time, Jiumozhi's men exerted their strength, and the flaming sword skill came out. Xiao Feng turned around and slapped Murong Fu with both palms.

Xiao Feng was extremely experienced in combat, and after taking a look at the situation in the pavilion, he knew that his side was at a disadvantage, and the only way to regain the balance was to quickly kill Murong Fu, so he put all his efforts into it.

Xiao Yuanshan took a glance and immediately understood what he meant. He immediately gathered his energy and raised his palm to attack Murong Bo directly. He had already used 100% of his strength, leaving Murong Bo with no room for movement.

Murong Bo saw it clearly and shouted, "The Imperial Master and Fu'er will deal with Xiao Feng, I will tie up Xiao Yuanshan!"

He and Xiao Yuanshan were familiar with each other after three battles, and he knew that as long as he could tie him up and let Jiumozhi and Murong Fu defeat Xiao Feng, he would win.

Both sides are experienced fighters, and both know where the chances of victory lie.

Before the five men could start their attacks, they heard a loud shout from outside the building. The sound was so powerful that not only did their ears buzz, but the entire Sutra Library seemed to shake.

These five masters are all first-rate figures in the martial arts world. When the five of them started fighting, it was a shocking move. Unexpectedly, a green shadow flashed in, and the speed was so fast that it could not be described in words. Moreover, it seemed as if an invisible stone wall had appeared on the field. The sounds of their attacks made explosive noises, and Murong Fu's long sword hummed. All he could hear was "Amitabha!"

A strong wind suddenly blew up, making the books in the Sutra Library rustle. Several people felt a huge force coming towards them. They couldn't help but feel their chests stagnate. They couldn't help but step back one after another, showing expressions of fear.

Looking closely, I saw an old monk in green clothes with a thin figure, bright eyes and a broom in his hand.

He looked old and weak, but he was able to surge in all directions with such tremendous force and interrupt all their attacks. This kind of supernatural power was simply not something that could be found in this world.

The old monk was like the embers of a charcoal fire. His eyes became dim and lifeless, his back hunched over, and he slowly turned his head and glanced at the few people.

Several people saw his eyes become dull, as if he saw nothing, but there seemed to be something hidden in the depths of his eyes. He saw through them clearly inside and out. Several people stood there in silence, but their chests seemed to be hit by a huge hammer and they were filled with fear.

They had never seen anyone with such high martial arts skills, and it seemed that Feng Yi was not as good as him. Xiao Feng and Jiumozhi couldn't help but think that when Feng Yi said that the winner was decided between the two, it didn't represent the superiority of Shaolin martial arts, so this was what he meant.

Xiao Feng even thought of what Feng Yi had said in the past, that everything his father did in Shaolin Temple was under the watchful eyes of others, could it be this person? Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were even more shocked, the Shaolin Temple Sutra Library was almost like their home, when did such an old monk appear?

And judging from his attire, he was just a menial monk in the Shaolin Temple, yet he possessed such miraculous powers. If they had not seen it with their own eyes, they would never believe it even if they were beaten to death.

Murong Fu's sword almost dropped from his hand just now, and now his arm was hot. He couldn't help but mutter, "Today I know that the way of martial arts is really endless."

He used to think that his martial arts were the best in the world. Then when he met his father, he thought that his martial arts were the best in the world. Later, when he fought against Feng Yifang, he thought he was even more powerful.

Now another sweeping monk appears.

There is always a mountain higher than the other.

His mumblings also reflected the thoughts of Xiao Feng and his son, Jiumozhi and others.

The atmosphere on the field changed from dynamic to quiet. Several people held their breath, not daring to breathe. It was as if a naughty child was making trouble in someone's house and was caught by the owner. He was so powerful that it was unimaginable. Who wouldn't be afraid? Suddenly, a chuckle was heard: "Master's magical power is really eye-opening!"

Several people looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure in front of the door. Feng Yi walked in with a smile.

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Murong and his son and Jiumozhi's hearts skipped a beat, but then they thought, "Xiao Feng said not to let him interfere, and Feng Yi, with his status, will definitely come to help. Xiao's father and son are heroes, and there is no reason for them to need help. Now we should worry about this old monk with great magical powers."

The old monk shook his head and said with a wry smile: "How can it be called a magical power? Master Feng's achievements are truly astonishing and lamentable!"

Feng Yi said happily: "You are too polite, my dear monk. I was almost beaten to blood by your broom just now."

The old monk said: "I am not being polite at all, your martial arts skills are truly astounding!"

Feng Yi laughed and said, "I heard that Shaolin Temple has an indestructible body-protecting skill. When one has mastered it to the highest level, a layer of invisible energy surrounds the body, and the enemy's fists, kicks, weapons, and hidden weapons are already repelled before they even reach the body. Is this the skill that the divine monk just displayed?"

Several people were shocked. They had heard of the Vajra Indestructible Art before, but Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan had not seen this secret book for so many years.

The old monk glanced at Feng Yi and said, "At such a young age, you are not only extremely skilled in martial arts, but also very knowledgeable!"

Then he shook his head and said, "How can there be an indestructible person in the world? No matter how powerful the gods are, or how deep the blood feuds are, emperors and generals will eventually return to dust!"

Feng Yi raised his eyebrows and said, "Master, your magical power is amazing, there is nothing in it, why bother with the mundane affairs of this world!"

When Feng Yi arrived in the Tianlong world, there was no favor to repay and no national affairs to worry about. He just had a playful attitude.

He thought about how many people in his previous life said that if the Sweeping Monk had not come out, the Xiao father and son would still be able to kill the Murong father and son and Jiumozhi, so Feng Yi wanted to see for himself.

So outside the Shaolin Temple, Xiao Feng was recovering his inner strength to prepare for the battle, and this was the moment.

At this time, outside the Sutra Library, he confronted the Sweeping Monk. He just wanted to hold him back and make him unable to intervene, so that the five of them could fight to decide his life or death.

He had not dealt with Murong father and son Jiumozhi long ago, which had a lot to do with this idea in his mind.

Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, the old monk suddenly took a deep breath and shouted, waving his broom, and a powerful force rushed towards his face. Feng Yi stepped back and blocked it with his palm.

The old monk immediately broke free and entered the pavilion to stop the fight between the two people, which really disappointed Feng Yi.

This scene also made him understand that the old monk in the original plot did not try his best at all.

He was in a hurry just now and wanted to separate several people. He did not try to do it with ease or not knock over a book on the bookshelf. The strength he unleashed was simply terrifying.

This skill has really reached the high level of "become stronger when the enemy is strong, be weak when the enemy is weak, and counterattack according to the situation."

The old monk said calmly, "There is no such thing as nothing. The words and teachings of my ancestors and the sayings and insights of the great monks of all generations are all here. How can it become a place for a few people to act recklessly and fight with each other? If anything is destroyed, how can this old monk bear the responsibility?"

"I understand!" Feng Yi nodded: "As the saying goes, there is no Bodhi tree, and the bright mirror is not a stand. There is nothing originally, so where can dust gather? This is the ultimate of the Buddhist way of emptiness.

Unfortunately, the realm of the Sixth Patriarch Huineng is beyond the reach of others. The divine monk seems to be sweeping the floor, but in fact he is sweeping his heart. This is the realm of Master Shenxiu. "

In his previous life, Feng Yi heard people say that the Sweeping Monk was from the Xiaoyao Sect or the Murong family. Now he can be sure that it is pure nonsense. The Sweeping Monk said that he was my ancestor, so how could he be a person from a side sect?

If you believe in the Xiaoyao Sect and the Murong family and call the Shaolin monks my ancestors, that is another matter.

The old monk was slightly moved after hearing what Feng Yi said: "Master Feng has a very high Buddha nature!" He nodded and said: "Although Master Shenxiu was defeated by the Sixth Patriarch, for us, our bodies are like bodhi trees and our hearts are like bright mirrors. We should wipe them diligently from time to time to avoid any dust. This is the way to attain enlightenment!"

Feng Yi nodded and said, "Master, your words are profound! Master, you should know why I came here today?"

The old monk said: "You are well versed in Buddhism and Taoism, and you are invincible in the world. You came to Shaolin for me."

Feng Yi smiled and said, "It's just that I don't know, how can the master know, I will come to find you."

The old monk said, "I have seen everything that happened at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain just now. Whether it is the right and wrong between the Xiao family father and son and the Murong family father and son, or the purpose of the layman's visit, I already know it."

Feng Yi was filled with anxiety and thought, "This old fellow is really good at playing tricks!" But he smiled and said, "I see, you scared me to death. I thought a master like you would do some sneaky things!"

It turned out that Feng Yi stopped Murong Fu at the foot of the mountain and said that he came to Shaolin Temple to see someone's martial arts level. The old monk had a keen eye. Once he saw Feng Yi's skills, he knew that no one in Shaolin Temple could be his opponent. So it was obvious who he was referring to. He looked directly at Feng Yi and asked the question in his heart: "How did you know about me, sir?"

Feng Yi smiled slightly and said, "Want to know?" He raised his hands and said, "Tell me after you win!"

The palm force surged out like a mountain. The old monk blocked it with his palm and said, "No hurry!" Unexpectedly, Feng Yi's palm force suddenly turned a corner halfway, bypassed his palm force, and went straight to his vest.

"White Rainbow Palm Power!" the old monk said in surprise, and turned his body slightly: "Are you from the Xiaoyao Sect?" As he spoke, he heard a hissing sound.

Feng Yi felt that a soft wall seemed to have formed a foot in front of the old monk's body, protecting him inside, and his palm power passed by him.

At this moment, a strong wind blew violently, and the books in the hall rustled. The Xiao father and son, the Murong father and son, and Jiumozhi were close to the wall and felt that the wall was shaking.

Just as Feng Yi was about to urge himself on, he heard the old monk sigh and say, "Master Feng, I am grateful for your favor. I will not let you down. Please stop for now!"

Feng Yi glanced at Xiao Feng and the others, retracted his palm power, shook his head and sighed: “Master is a great monk of the time, and his Buddhist teachings are profound, but even if their grievances can be resolved temporarily, their obsession may not be.

In my opinion, we should drive them to the back hill and let these old, weak, sick and disabled lunatics fight each other to the death.

You and I are here to discuss martial arts and Taoism. When they are finished, we will collect their bodies and pray for their souls. That's it. Why should we delay our cultivation?"

After these words were spoken, Xiao Feng and the others were all moved, some were terrified in their hearts, while others looked heavy-hearted.

The old monk sighed and said, "Since you can see that I am always clearing my mind, you must know that there is still dust in my heart. Donor Xiao Feng deserves respect. He is a great hero and deserves the title. I must do something for him!"

Xiao Feng was startled when he heard this.

But Feng Yi said: "Master is right, it is not a pity if the other four die except Brother Xiao.

How about this? You send Jiumozhi away. They will fight two against two, father and son. It is fair and just, and no one is cheated!"

Jiumozhi: “…”

He got hard first.

His fists hardened, and the veins on his face and hands became visible. (End of this chapter)