Feng Yi's words made Murong and his son feel a chill in their hearts. With Jiumozhi, they would have a chance of winning against Xiao's father and his son.

Although he was certain that Feng Yi would not intervene, the old monk said that he admired Xiao Feng as a person. If he intervened on some excuse, together with Xiao Feng and his son, not to mention whether he could defeat them, he would probably have no hope of escaping!

Jiumozhi's mind raced, his hands loosened, he smiled slightly, put his palms together and said: "Master, your magical power is something I have never seen before. If you can teach me, it will be my lifelong fortune!"

Everyone saw that he was smiling, but they knew that he was worried.

But then I thought, things have come to this point and there is no other way.

All the people present were famous people. If they were scared away by a few words, they would be as good as dead even if they were still alive.

The only thing he could do now was to try his best, and he couldn't help but admire his calmness at this moment.

The old monk sighed and said, "Alas! The Great Wheel King is in danger, why should I intervene?"

When Jiumozhi heard this, his blood rushed to his head. He thought that everyone originally wanted to divide up the Song Dynasty, but when Feng Yi came, they targeted me. That's fine!

Who made me want to steal his ice silkworm the first time I saw him?

But as soon as this old monk opened his mouth, it was clear that disaster was imminent. Could it be that he thought I was brought up by fear and that he wanted to divide up my little Tubo?

Jiumozhi started to speak, but when the words came to his lips, Feng Yi smiled and said, "Master, you have compassion for the world, do you also want to enlighten the Great Wheel King?"

The old monk shook his head and said, "Tibetan State Master, how could Mahavairocana be enlightened by a few words from an old monk?"

"Hehe." A young girl's laughter came from outside the door. "If words can't persuade you, then use force to subdue you. Anyway, my eldest brother said that if the Shaolin monks meet someone they can't beat, they will say that we Shaolin monks practice martial arts only to strengthen our bodies. If we meet someone we can beat and can afford to provoke, then the Buddha will also have a fierce look in his eyes and subdue the devil with thunderbolts!"

As they were talking, they heard the wind blowing clothes, and two women appeared at the door. They were none other than a pair of red and purple beauties.

When Xiao Feng saw Ah Zhu, he asked in a lost voice: "Why are you here?"

Ah Zhu looked at the broken table and some books that fell on the ground in the Sutra Library. How could she not know that a great battle had broken out here? When she saw Jiumozhi again, she thought of his friendship with the master and his own martial arts. Unconsciously, a mist appeared in her eyes. It was so heartbreaking.

Seeing her eyes moist, Xiao Feng felt a little overwhelmed and didn't know what to say.

Feng Yi shook his head and said, "Azi, why don't you listen to me?"

"Why didn't I listen to you?" Ah Zi pouted and said, "It's because you said Shaolin Temple is the best at pretending.

As expected, old Xuanci admitted that he was Ye Erniang's lover and was sentenced to 200 strokes of the cane. He was executed in public, and he didn't use his internal energy to protect himself. He was beaten to pieces and blood was flowing. I don't think he will survive. I saw that Shaolin Temple was not a good place, and I was afraid that you would suffer, so I had to bring my sister to help you!"

She actually just liked the fun. While Feng Yi was traveling with her, they naturally talked about a lot of things, including the purpose of his coming to Shaolin Temple. Ah Zi naturally didn't want to miss it, so when Feng Yi asked her to stay with Ah Zhu's parents, she didn't listen.

But when they heard this, they were all shocked.

They also knew that the one who made Ye Erniang lose her virginity must be Xuan Ci, otherwise why would Xiao Yuanshan say that it was a good deal for you before he left. But they didn't expect Xuan Ci to admit it.

Feng Yi was the same, he nodded and said: "No one is perfect. When faced with beauty, Abbot Xuanci is not an innocent god or Buddha after all, this is not surprising. Although it is a little late for him to stand up now, he has some responsibility!"

He knew that Xiao Yuanshan was just short of saying directly that the person who seduced Ye Erniang was Abbot Xuanci, and at least half of the thousands of heroes in Shaoshi Mountain could guess the truth.

It takes courage just to speak up.

After all, not everyone is Xiao Yuanshan.

But once someone breaks this window paper, Xuanci will have no choice but to die! If Xuanci thinks that there is no Ye Erniang, then the person Murong Bo falsely accuses is only Xuanci. Murong Bo can also deny it and say that Xuanci framed him.

It's a pity that people in the martial arts world believe in keeping their word, especially Xuan Ci and Murong Bo. These famous people will not lie, so how could Xuan Ci be deceived?

Therefore, once the lid is lifted, if one still denies it and refuses to admit his guilt, then that is the behavior of a street scoundrel and a hooligan, and definitely not the bearing of a martial arts hero.

Dare to do something but not dare to take responsibility for it, which is much more shameful than doing something wrong.

As for Xuanci's death, leaving aside the need to maintain Shaolin's reputation, since he killed Ye Erniang himself and the matter had not been made public, Xuanci could still pretend to be ignorant.

Once it became known, he would be unable to avenge the woman; if he did not, he would be truly heartless and ruthless, and death would be the best destination for him.

Xiao Yuanshan waved his hand and said loudly: "Old Xuanci is dead now, well, since he raised Feng'er and taught him to be a talent, I will return his precious son to him. That kid is from the Xu generation of Shaolin Temple..."

"Buddha has mercy on us!" The old monk put his hands together and said, "As the saying goes, 'the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn back and you will find the shore', and as the saying goes, 'put down the butcher knife and you will become a Buddha right away', it is a happy thing that Abbot Xuanci has attained the great way today, Amitabha!"

Everyone looked at each other, knowing that the old monk didn't want Xiao Yuanshan to reveal who Xuanci's son was, so he interrupted him. This was understandable.

Now that his parents are dead, knowing this adds to his pain, but the content is confusing. Can this be considered as enlightenment? Little do people know that Shaolin Temple belongs to the Zen sect, which has always emphasized "sudden enlightenment" and is not afraid to scold Buddha and ancestors. It is not as strict as the Vinaya sect and other sects in observing the precepts. When the old monk heard what Abbot Xuanci did, he knew that he was sincere in his repentance.

Buddhism is a vast sect that can save all living beings. Even the most vicious and stubborn people must be enlightened by all means, let alone the abbot of this temple. He was punished in public in front of outsiders because he was afraid that the people would say that Shaolin Sect was protecting its shortcomings. However, he valued his sect and did not care about right or wrong. He only cared about martial arts and did not care about discipline. He ruined the reputation of Shaolin Temple. However, it was also a manifestation of sincere repentance. This was the proof of Zen.

Because in the eyes of Buddha, people are born with sins, and practicing is to repent of sins, Wukong! The old monk glanced at Xiao Yuanshan with a dull look, shook his head and said: "I still remember that the first night the layman came to the pavilion to borrow a book, it was the "Nu Xiang Jie Zhi Pu". Alas! From that night on, the layman fell into the devil's way, what a pity, what a pity!"

Xiao Yuanshan's heart was pounding, he knew that on the first night he sneaked into the Sutra Repository, he had indeed seen a copy of "The Manual of the Formless Tribulation Finger", which was one of the 72 unique Shaolin School skills. He was overjoyed at the time, and no one else knew about this except himself.

But thinking about the power of the gust of wind that the Sweeping Monk had just brought, this kind of magical power is simply not something that human beings can possess. It is not difficult to imagine that it is a lurking ghost.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Master, you want the old hero Xiao to turn back, put down his butcher knife, and become a Buddha right away."

Xiao Feng was even more certain. Feng Yi had said that his father had done everything under the watchful eyes of others, and that he was ill, so he called him old, weak, and disabled. He immediately clasped his fists and said, "Divine Monk, my father did not want to offend Shaolin. Is my father ill?"

Xiao Yuanshan was dazed, as if he had become a wooden man.

The old monk sighed and said to Xiao Yuanshan, "Mr. Xiao, you have killed many people, many of whom were innocent. People like Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, and Master Xuanku should not have been killed."

Although Xiao Yuanshan was old, he was still as fierce as ever. When he heard the old monk's rebuke, he came to his senses and said loudly, "The divine monk has great powers. I know I am inferior to him. But it is easy for you to kill me, but it is impossible for me to admit my mistakes and repent."

The old monk shook his head and said, "I dare not. Admitting mistakes and repenting are meaningful only when they come from one's heart. It is useless to force others to do so. Do you feel severe pain in the Liangmen and Taiyi points on your lower abdomen?"

Xiao Yuanshan was shocked when the old monk revealed his illness, but he shouldn't have killed Xuan Ku and the others, so he just snorted without saying whether he was right or wrong.

But everyone saw that he had a dazed look in his eyes, and was obviously deeply moved. For a moment, everyone was surprised: "Could it be that what the old monk said was true?"

Xiao Feng immediately took two steps forward, knelt on both knees, bowed to the old monk, and said: "My father's illness is very serious, I pray that the monk will have mercy on him."

The old monk clasped his hands together in greeting and said, "Please stand up, benefactor. You are kind-hearted and considerate of the people of the world. You are unwilling to harm the soldiers and civilians of Song and Liao for personal grudges. You are so kind and righteous. No matter what you ask, I will obey you. No need to be polite."

Xiao Feng was overjoyed and kowtowed twice before standing up.

Feng Yi sneered: "What is great benevolence? What is great righteousness?

I also believe that a real man should put the rise and fall of the country first, and not personal grudges. As the King of the Southern Court of Liao, Xiao Feng has the responsibility to protect the country and its people, and it is also his duty to conquer cities and territories for his country and do his best! "

The more they listened, the more confused they became. They couldn't understand why Feng Yi said that. Did Xiao Feng offend him by not letting him interfere in his family's grievances? This man was really evil! Xiao Feng laughed: "Brother Feng, Xiao Feng is just an ordinary man, he can't think too much!

All I can do is to stop Liao from attacking Song, and I will also resist Song from attacking Liao!"

Feng Yi said: "Of course I know what you are thinking, but I am afraid you are powerless. Yelu Hongji is ambitious and has his eyes on the Song Dynasty. You will end up in jail if you make a strong appeal.

Although you are a skilled martial artist, don't you think others will poison you?"

Xiao Feng was stunned. He had saved Yelu Hongji's life and they were sworn brothers. How could he poison him? Feng Yi said this in order to contradict the Sweeping Monk, because they had been fighting since they met.

The real competition is to discuss the doctrine with words and compete with hands, and the one with full energy and momentum will win.

If the Sweeping Monk still has to perform a one-man show and scare everyone when I am here, then I will be defeated, and my chances of winning the next fight will be greatly reduced.

The second one is to remind Xiao Feng not to get into trouble for no reason. He saved his lover for him, but he ended up killing himself.

The sweeping monk looked at Murong Bo and sighed, "Although Mr. Murong is a Xianbei, he has lived in Jiangnan for several generations. I thought he must have been influenced by the literary talent of the Southern Dynasties. But when he came to the Sutra Library, he threw away the words of my ancestors and the sayings of the great monks of all generations. He picked up a book called "The Flower Picking Finger Method" and felt like he had found a treasure. The old man bought the casket and returned the pearl, which will be laughed at for thousands of years.

The two laymen are great men of the time, yet they also did such a foolish thing. "

Murong Bo saw that the old man knew about Xiao Yuanshan's actions, so naturally he could not hide what happened in the Sutra Library from him, so he said nothing.

The old monk then said, "Mr. Murong is even more greedy than Mr. Xiao. Mr. Xiao only studied how to control the existing martial arts of Shaolin School, but Mr. Murong gradually incorporated the 72 unique skills of our temple and recorded all of them.

I think that over the years, you have tried your best to master the 72 unique skills and wanted to teach your son, but he is still young and lacks the skills to learn the 72 unique skills of Shaolin, so you taught it to this Tibetan national master."

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Murong Fu stared at the old monk, his face flushed. He felt offended. What was the lack of power? The old monk glanced at Jiumozhi and said slowly: "Great Wheel King, you are wrong, completely wrong. You want to master the 72 Shaolin skills, but you have the wrong order. You are in great trouble at any moment."

Jiumozhi was already indignant when he heard him say that he was in imminent danger. At this moment, he raised his voice with anger in his tone: "What kind of disaster is imminent? The order is reversed. Master, are you just exaggerating?" As the national teacher who was revered as a god by the Tibetan people, he undoubtedly had a strong self-confidence.

The old monk said, "I'm not exaggerating. You have practiced the Xiaowuxianggong of the Xiaoyao Sect, right?"

Jiumozhi was shocked again. He had secretly learned Xiaoyao Sect's "Small Formless Skill", and no one knew about it. How could this old monk see it? But he was relieved immediately: "Just now Feng Yi said that I learned the Small Formless Skill. Most likely he overheard it. It's not surprising." He said: "Master, what's wrong with the Small Formless Skill? Can't one person have the strengths of both Buddhism and Taoism?"

Seeing his stubborn look, the Sweeping Monk shook his head and said, "The Little Wuxiang Kungfu is profound and can be used to mobilize martial arts from all schools and sects. With this as a foundation, all of our temple's 72 unique skills can be used, but the subtle twists and turns are a bit specious."

Ah Zi said: "Master, my elder brother has already said this, can you come up with something new?"

The old monk smiled and said, “If the Ming Wang only practices the methods of using the 72 unique skills of our temple, his injuries will be hidden, and even if he has a disease, it will not endanger his essence for a while.

But at this moment, Ming Wang's 'Chengqi Point' is vermilion, his 'Wenxiang Point' is faintly purple, and his 'Jiache Point' is vibrating. All these signs show that after practicing the 72 Shaolin unique skills, Ming Wang wants to integrate them into one..." When he said this, he shook his head slightly, his eyes showing compassion and regret.

After Jiumozhi learned the 72 unique skills of Shaolin School, he felt that there were too many types of skills and it would be better to combine some similar skills. However, he felt very upset and confused after combining them. Could it be that what the old monk said was true, and that "the order is reversed and disaster is imminent"?

Then he thought again, "It is common for people to become possessed by demons after failing to practice martial arts, but I am proficient in the secrets of internal and external martial arts, how can I compare with ordinary people? This old monk is talking big, if I fall for his trick, Jiumozhi's lifelong reputation will be ruined."

The old monk saw worry on his face at first, but then his eyebrows raised and he looked stubborn and conceited again. It was obvious that he took his words as nothing.

Feng Yi laughed and said, "Master, you are meddling in too many things. Whether it's the Tibetan national master practicing Shaolin's unique skills and going astray, or going to Tianlong Temple to seize the Six Meridians Divine Sword, oh my, the Nyingma Sect, Shaolin Temple, and Tianlong Temple are all important sects in the country. If there is a rift between the two sides, then it will be much more interesting."

When these words came out, Jiumozhi was greatly shocked, and his face turned red and veins bulged, and sweat broke out like a pulp.

Murong Bo twirled his feet and laughed, "Master Feng, what you said is absurd. When I fought with Brother Xiao, King Ming was watching. I talked with King Ming in detail afterwards and learned a lot from him. That's why I gave him the Shaolin secret weapon. I only mentioned that the Six Meridians Divine Sword is the best sword in the world. What's the purpose of that?"

Feng Yi said calmly: "It depends on what King Ming thinks."

Jiumozhi was a smart man who could understand the elegant meaning of music by listening to it. When Murong Bo gave him the secret, Jiumozhi suspected that he had bad intentions. But after reading the secret, he found that every skill was exquisite and indescribable. After careful examination, he could tell the true from the false. All his doubts were gone immediately. From then on, he practiced hard, and every time he mastered a skill, he felt more grateful to Murong Bo.

But today I know that he is a descendant of the State of Yan. When I think of his elegant and graceful face and humble and polite demeanor, how could he have any malicious intentions? But when I think of him asking me to exchange the Six Meridians Divine Sword for the Shaolin unique skills, isn't this to make Tubo and Dali hate each other? The Duan family of Dali is also on good terms with the Shaolin Temple. If it is true as the old monk said, if I go astray while practicing the Shaolin unique skills, or if I succeed in taking the Six Meridians Divine Sword from Dali, Tubo, Dali, and the Song Dynasty will all have hatred. Maybe the Murong family can take advantage of the situation and restore the State of Yan. The depth of his scheming is chilling!

"Amitabha!" The old monk saw that Feng Yi's words had caused Jiumozhi's mind to be in a state of confusion, so he chanted the Buddha's name and said with a sigh: "The martial arts of our sect were passed down from the ancestor Bodhidharma. Buddhist disciples learn martial arts to strengthen their bodies, protect the law and subdue demons. When practicing any martial arts, one must be compassionate and kind. If one does not base it on Buddhism, one will definitely hurt oneself when practicing martial arts. The deeper one's martial arts are, the more serious the injuries will be. If what one practices are only external martial arts such as punching, kicking, weapons and hidden weapons, then it's fine, and the harm to oneself is minimal. One only needs to be strong to resist it..."

Suddenly, voices were heard downstairs, followed by a few light footsteps on the stairs, and seven or eight monks jumped up to the pavilion.

First came the two Shaolin monks of the Xuan generation, Xuan Yin and Xuan Sheng, followed by several foreign monks such as Shen Shan, Shen Yin, Dao Qing and Guan Xin, and later came the two monks Xuan Gou and Xuan Jing.

These monks were all highly cultured and wise men. Seeing that everyone was listening to a strange old monk speaking, they did not step forward to disturb him, but stood aside and listened to what he said.

The old monk seemed unaware and continued, “But if you practice our sect’s superior martial arts, such as the Flower Picking Finger, the Tara Leaf Finger, the Prajna Palm, etc., and do not use compassionate Buddhist teachings to mediate and resolve them every day, then the evil spirit will penetrate deep into your internal organs, getting deeper and deeper, and it will be a hundred times more powerful than any external poison.

"The Great Wheel King was originally a disciple of mine. He studied the Dharma, memorized and analyzed the principles, and was unparalleled in the world. However, if one does not have the thought of compassion, charity, and salvation of all living beings, even though he is well-versed in the classics and has wonderful eloquence, he will never be able to eliminate the evil spirit that comes with practicing these superior martial arts."

After hearing only a few words, the monks felt that what the old monk said was profound and profound, and that he had said things that no one had said before. They were all filled with awe. Some of them put their palms together and exclaimed, "Buddha is merciful. Good, good!"

"The old monk is really good at being mysterious!" Ah Zi disagreed and said, "My elder brother said that Shaolin Temple is famous all over the world because of its martial arts, not because of chivalry and compassion!"

After hearing this, several old monks blew their beards and glared, only Jiumozhi smiled slightly and thought: "Yeah, that's right, maybe this old monk is afraid that Shaolin's unique skills will be spread to outsiders, so he pretends to be a ghost and makes people feel scared.

After all, Murong Bo himself has practiced Shaolin martial arts, and his ulterior motives towards me were to instigate me to go to Dali to steal the scriptures."

The sweeping monk glanced at Ah Zi calmly and said calmly: "Young lady is a master of the Xiaoyao Sect. If this old monk can listen to your opinions, I would also like to hear the details!"

Ah Zi glanced at Feng Yi and saw that he did not stop her. She put her hands behind her back and said as she walked, "My elder brother said that martial arts are from the outside to the inside. The strength of martial arts lies in the internal strength and moves. As long as the internal strength is cultivated to the highest level, the moves are shallow and boring, which can be seen at a glance.

However, whether it is internal strength or martial arts, it is all controlled by the human mind. In particular, internal strength is profound and unfathomable, so it requires the harmony of mind and spirit, and the unity of mind and qi, in order to achieve success.

The so-called compassion you mentioned is actually because Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo, and Jiumozhi were corrupted in mind and character, and their internal strength was not cultivated. When they practiced Shaolin martial arts, they did not conform to the principles of martial arts, which led to their own heart and soul being shaken and unable to find the right method. Over time, it became difficult to reverse the situation, which led to today's disaster! As the saying goes, if you don't have infinite tolerance, but want to practice infinite martial arts, you will only bring disaster upon yourself.

For example, the Beggar Gang's unique skill, the Dragon Subduing Palm, requires internal and external support to form a whole. If one does not have a broad mind, the realm will inevitably be lacking and it will not be worthy of being accepted by the upper class.

For example, the former leader of the Beggars' Sect, Wang Jiantong, was beaten to a pulp by the old hero Xiao, but when my brother-in-law used it, he was indestructible. I couldn't beat my son, simply because my brother-in-law's character was more compatible with the Dragon Subduing Palm."

Feng Yi has been traveling around with A Zi for the past three months, and naturally he has been imparting the essence of martial arts to her.

If Ah Zi and the Sweeping Monk were to fight each other, individually speaking, neither would be a match.

But she only talked about it verbally. She was smart and just repeated Feng Yi's words, which was equivalent to a duel between Feng Yi and the Sweeping Monk.

At first, everyone thought that A Zi, a little girl, was not qualified to discuss Taoism with the sweeping monk, but as she spoke in a serious manner, everyone was shocked. But then they thought that this was what Feng Yi said to A Zi, so it made sense.

"Amitabha!" The old monk smiled and said, "Master Feng is very insightful. As the saying goes, the great way is simple. When all things reach the top, the principles behind them are the same and there is not much difference."

Ah Zi smiled and said, "My elder brother also said that the art of war says: Attacking the heart is the best, attacking the city is the worst. This Buddhist Dharma is to save people by attacking the heart, but some people are too obsessed, and no matter how great your truth is, not everyone is willing to listen.

If you want him to listen to your teachings, you have to rely on your own skills in the end. Make him obedient and go east. He dares not go west. Only then can you convert him.

Master, am I right?"

Everyone was stunned after hearing this.

The Sweeping Monk's calm face twitched slightly.

(End of this chapter)