These eminent monks and martial arts heroes just watched the nameless old monk change from a person who preached Buddhism to an obedient person. Moreover, what Ah Zi said was actually singing a different tune from the old monk. Fortunately, she was in high spirits and her voice was crisp, so she didn't feel annoyed.

And I gradually felt that what Ah Zi said made a lot of sense.

Aren’t this old monk and Feng Yi trying to attack their hearts?

Everyone saw that Xiao Yuanshan, Jiumozhi and Murong Bo were all frightened by what they said. Xiao Feng was no exception and bowed down to the Sweeping Monk.

The old monk who was sweeping the floor had a sharp look in his eyes, staring at Feng Yi's face, as if he was seeing this handsome young man for the first time. He had a faint, meaningful smile on his lips, and said slowly, "Everyone says that Mr. Feng is a rare talent, with martial arts that are unprecedented and invincible. Seeing him today, I can see that his reputation is not false at all. I am impressed and terrified."

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Divine monk, you don't need to praise me. When it comes to talking skills, you and I are not much different. But the battle just now is still vivid in my mind. I am thinking about how to deal with you in order to have a chance of winning."

The old monk's eyes lit up, he looked straight at Feng Yi, nodded slightly, and closed his eyes: "So, in order to help me to use my internal strength and skills, you used this female donor's mouth to attack my defenses."

Feng Yi sighed: "Yes, in terms of martial arts, let alone you and me, even the Xiao father and son, the old donor Murong, and the Great Wheel King have all reached the pinnacle. The only difference is the skill.

When storms are about to come, heaven and earth will know by being quiet.

The master pointed out the weaknesses of the others, but he was actually ready to strike. Once he strikes, no one can stop them. I am not sure either. In order to have a chance of winning, I have no choice but to let the master laugh at me!"

Others were confused as they listened. Only Feng Yi and Sweeping Monk, who were among the top masters in the world, could understand this language that contained the secrets of martial arts.

This is because in a martial arts duel, the one who strikes first will destroy his opponent with the force of thunder; while the one who strikes later will wait for an opportunity to counterattack when his opponent attacks and defeat the enemy.

However, when two masters of the same level meet, it is impossible to overwhelm the other party with thunder. The way to win is to find the opponent's flaws, which is the first problem.

But before taking action, one needs to think carefully. One must be a master who has reached the pinnacle of martial arts and has mastered the skills to perfection, so there will be no loopholes for the opponent.

This flaw must be created by oneself, and it is extremely difficult, so Feng Yi and the Sweeping Monk started the fight with the help of Xiao Yuanshan, Jiumozhi and Murong Bo.

The Sweeping Monk wanted Feng Yi to agree with what he said and talked about the way of compassion, but Feng Yi disagreed. He believed that everyone should do what they are supposed to do, let nature take its course and follow their heart.

This is because when they have practiced martial arts to this level, they all have their own beliefs. If someone is overwhelmed and begins to doubt himself, he will have already lost psychologically.

For example, whether it was Feng Yi or the Sweeping Monk, if they had attacked Xiao Yuanshan, Jiumozhi, and Murong Bo just now, they would have been sent to hell with just one move, because their minds had already been disturbed.

Similarly, Feng Yi also wanted to disturb the Sweeping Monk's mind.

Feng Yi's irrelevant words shocked everyone, but made the old monk's eyes light up. After pondering for a long time, he said, "It seems that the layman already knows what I am thinking!"

Feng Yi took a deep breath and said slowly: "Xiao Yuanshan is ill, so is Murong Bo!"

Then he looked at Murong Bo and said, "You said that as long as Xiao Feng agreed to lead the army to invade the south, you would marry Ah Zhu to him and be willing to die. But if you didn't have the pain that made you restless and unable to sleep at night, would you still do this? Murong Bo was startled and said reluctantly, "What are you talking about? I don't understand!"

But just listening to his tone was enough to prove that what Feng Yi said was true.

The old monk turned his dull eyes to Murong Bo and said, "Yes, Mr. Murong, you are suffering from the pain of being pierced with thousands of needles three times a day in the morning, noon and midnight on the three acupuncture points of Yangbai, Lianquan and Fengfu. If I can save you, what will happen?"

Murong Bo's body shook violently when he made eye contact with him. With his high martial arts skills, he would not be surprised at all even if a thunderbolt sounded in his ears. But the words of Feng Yi and the old monk made him tremble with fear.

Because what Feng Yi said was true, the Sweeping Monk pointed out his pain.

Once the attack occurs, no matter what kind of panacea he takes, it will be useless. Once he uses his internal energy, the pain of the needles penetrates deep into his bones. If it happens three times a day, how can he enjoy life? The pain has become more severe in recent years. The reason why he is willing to die in exchange for Xiao Feng's agreement to raise troops to attack Song is that although it is for the great cause of restoring the State of Yan, it is also because he is suffering from this nameless disease, which is really unbearable and he wants to die.

The Xiao family father and son and a group of eminent monks were shocked. Could it be that this martial arts master with such brilliance and connotation really suffered such pain?

What’s more, the old monk even predicted the acupuncture points and time exactly?

Could it be that the Buddha really came to the world to preach?

Ah Zhu was particularly concerned and couldn't help shouting, "Master, is this true?"

Ah Zi said: "How could it be false? This old monk is deliberately making things mysterious, but my elder brother is not like that!"

Murong Bo trembled twice, his face turned pale, and his eyes immediately showed pain. Everyone was surprised: "Could it be that the old monk was wrong? It is not morning, noon, or midnight now."

It turned out that Murong Bo's Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu acupuncture points were suddenly aching with sharp pains. Originally, this was not the time for pain, but his mind was shaken and the pain came suddenly.

Feng Yi knew that this was the reason why the Sweeping Monk was attacking your heart. Whether to beat you or not is another matter, but he would scare you half to death first.

It was just like when I first entered the Sutra Repository and he said, "You're here." This made me start to have wild thoughts. If he wanted to kill me and took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, that would be very bad.

Murong Fu knew his father's 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 like Xiao Feng did. He bowed to Xiao Feng and his son and said, "The mountains remain unchanged, the water flows forever, and we will say goodbye for now. If you two want to seek revenge on my father and me, we are waiting for you at the Canhe Manor in Yanziwu, Gusu."

He reached out and held Murong Bo's right hand, saying, "Dad, let's go!"

The old monk asked, "How could you have the heart to do this and let your father suffer such excruciating pain?"

Xiao Feng shouted, "You just want to leave? Your father is ill, and a real man would not take advantage of someone in distress. You are not ill or in pain, so let's end this first!"

Ah Zhu suddenly realized something and cried out, "Brother, just let the young master go!"

Xiao Feng responded with a deflated look, and lowered his hands, saying, "He was the one who just said that he wanted to do his part for the heroes of the Central Plains, and that it would be an honor to die."

"Puchi——" Ah Zi laughed and said, "Brother-in-law, are you kidding me? He can't even beat me!"

After hearing this, Murong Fu felt ashamed, yet also showed his stubbornness and pride, and shouted, "Well, Xiao Feng, you and I have been equally famous for a long time, let's see who is better today!"

After hearing the words of his equal, Xiao Feng's face was filled with anger, and suddenly his energy flowed into his palms.

"Amitabha!" The sweeping monk clasped his hands together and said, "Two donors, please do not move Wuming rashly!"

Xiao Feng's heart trembled. He knew that the old monk in front of him was much more powerful than himself. Since he had tried to stop him, he would never be able to avenge today's revenge. Thinking of his father's internal injuries, he bowed and said, "I am a commoner who does not know etiquette. I offended the holy monk. Please forgive me."

The old monk smiled and said, "Okay, okay..."

Feng Yi smiled and said, "I don't think it's a good idea. You see, these people are either stubborn or arrogant. They all want to eat each other. Master, if you forcefully intervene, it will be a thankless task!"

The sweeping monk smiled and said, "I have devoted myself to studying Buddhism in this Sutra Library for decades, and finally realized that everything in the world has its own reason and opportunity for existence. What the founder of this temple and the eminent monks of all generations have been seeking is to save the world from disasters and misfortunes. If I can resolve the obsession of these two people, it will be a merit for the people of the world, so why should I please them?"

Feng Yi said calmly: "You are not a fish, how can you know the joy of fish?"

This is a famous quote from Zhuangzi. Although all the people present are Buddhists, most of them are well-educated. They know the meaning of this sentence, but they feel that it is inappropriate to use it here.

The old monk said: "You are a wise man in this world, so you know everything will go as you wish."

Feng Yi smiled slightly and said: "Yes, Master is a contemporary monk and has his own intentions.

Xiao Yuanshan's Yang Qi is too strong, and his internal fire is rushing up, while Murong Bo's Yin Qi is too strong, and his internal wind and cold are blocked. To solve their physical problems, they need to transform Yin with Yang and supplement Yang with Yin, so as to resolve the root of the disease.

The holy monk wanted to first point out the root cause of their illness to shock their hearts, and then use his great magical powers to make them go from life to death, and from death to rebirth, and take a journey. At that time, the blood feud and ambitions of the two of them would be reduced to dust, and they would convert wholeheartedly.

It is easy to heal their wounds, and even easier to subdue them with force, but the obsession in their hearts may not be the same."

Everyone was half-believing and half-doubting what this meant. How could one go from life to death, from death to rebirth, and wholeheartedly convert to Buddhism?

Could it be that this old monk is really a god or Buddha descended from heaven?

The old monk's face was blurred and hard to distinguish, as if covered by a shadow. He said in a deep voice: "Laymen should know what can only be understood but not expressed in words."

At this time, Murong and his son were not in a hurry to leave.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "To be honest, Master, I once met two people. One of them killed the other's family. They were so angry that I killed the murderer and let him vent his hatred. Then I brought him back to life. They never mentioned the hatred again. But do you know what the final result was?"

"What?" A Zi asked.

Feng Yi said: "They said that I relied on my martial arts prowess to play tricks and manipulate their lives at will. I am just a charlatan and I don't treat them as human beings at all!"

"Puchi——" Ah Zi laughed and said, "Could they be girls?"

Feng Yi said, "This matter has nothing to do with men and women." His eyes turned and he said, "Old hero Xiao, if Murong Bo died at this moment, and he came back to life, and you could heal his injuries, could you and him be good friends?"

Xiao Yuanshan thought of his wife's tragic death, and blood rushed to his forehead. He clenched his fists, and his knuckles made a "crackling" sound. His eyes burned as he glared at Murong Bo and gritted his teeth, "This old man killed my beloved wife and ruined my life. I wish I could chop him into pieces and make him into a paste. How can I heal his wounds and be friends with him?"

Xiao Yuanshan was originally a heroic and honest hero from the frontier. He and his wife had been childhood sweethearts and loved each other. However, due to the sudden changes in Yanmen Pass, he was filled with hatred and became more and more perverse. He lived in seclusion near Shaolin Temple for decades, hiding during the day and going out at night, practicing martial arts diligently. He rarely spoke a word to others in a year, and his temperament changed drastically. For this reason, he deliberately killed people like Master Xuanku and Qiao Sanhuai and his wife.

He first snatched Xuanci and Ye Erniang's son away from Ye Erniang, causing the two of them to suffer the pain of losing a child, just like himself, just so that one day he could openly avenge this blood feud with brutal means.

The Murong Bo who spread the false information and caused the tragedy turned out to be Yan Longyuan, who was hiding beside the temple with him and had fought with him three times.

This kind of anger and deception made him want to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin, pull out his tendons and cook his bones. What he also said about resolving hatred and being good friends, just hearing these words made Xiao Yuanshan's face twisted.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Divine monk, you have seen it all. Your ideas may not be what others want. Besides, you are very powerful. You can make these two old men put aside their blood feud and achieve their goal. But what about this little one?

If Mr. Murong really wakes up and doesn't want to restore the country, what will Mr. Murong do? He was taught to restore the country since he was a child, but he suddenly gave up. He is young and has little skills, so his mentality will inevitably collapse. What if the arrogant Nan Murong becomes a martial arts scum who will do anything to restore the country? And those innocent people who died because of these two cheating fathers, are they just passing clouds in the eyes of the master? "

Feng Yi's words made Murong and his son deeply confused. Where did this come from?

However, the turbid eyes of the sweeping old monk became as bright as sparks, and the light was so terrifying that people dared not look directly at it. Feng Yi's eyes also became brighter and brighter, like cold stars.

Most of the people on the field were masters. After a brief glance, they suddenly felt like a thorn in their backs. Moreover, a strong wind rose from the ground, blowing everyone's clothes and hair. In an instant, the air flow was condensed as if it had substance, and others could not see the two people clearly. This strange feeling was as if an invisible thick wall was erected around them, blocking everyone's sight. Such a magical thing made everyone terrified and uneasy.

Both Feng Yi and the Sweeping Monk knew that the other was powerful, one because of his youth and strength, the other because of his profound skills and stability. Feng Yi was proficient in the Soul Transferring Technique, which could confuse people's minds. From the very beginning, he had been trying to obstruct all the actions of the Sweeping Monk in order to release his power, examine his true strength, attack his weak points, and then guide him along the way. He had thought very carefully and attacked the Sweeping Monk in every possible way.

However, the Sweeping Monk had profound cultivation and was truly as one with the others, like a rock in the middle of the river. Although there were bumps, he was unshakable.

But he could not withstand Feng Yi's various ways of disrupting things, which made him furious.

After all, he had already made arrangements for the fate of Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo long ago, but Feng Yi insisted on muddying the waters. Even a clay man can get angry.

Although the battle between these two top masters did not have the fierce momentum of shattering the table frame like that of Xiao Feng and others just now, everyone knew that they were secretly using their magical skills and fighting with internal strength and mental power. If there was even the slightest mistake, they would be doomed. It was far more dangerous than physical combat.

Gradually, everyone felt that the entire Sutra Repository began to heave and shake. Even the pillars and beams in the pavilion groaned and creaked. Dust fell down, but it did not fall on Feng Yi and the sweeping monk.

Suddenly, the sweeping monk laughed at himself and said to himself, "The will of heaven is unpredictable. I am just an ordinary man. Some things may be impossible to change, but I still want to try my best. This is the meaning of cultivation, isn't it?"

Feng Yi laughed happily: "Master, what you said is right.

However, I have a very bad feeling..." He paused for a moment and said slowly, "But my likes and dislikes for people and things are also determined by my heart. If I follow your thoughts and ideas, I am afraid that I will really fail!"

The old monk said calmly: "Isn't this the reason why you came to see me?"

"Oh?" Feng Yi frowned and said, "Please give me some advice, Holy Monk!"

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The old monk said, "You are invincible in the world. Don't you hope to feel threatened by me so as to stimulate your desire to win and make further progress on the thorny road of martial arts?"

Feng Yi hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "Anyway, the divine monk is indeed better than me! I appreciate your advice!"

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves and the air wall between the two of them turned into a gust of wind, sweeping around and causing several people to hold their breath.

The old monk's eyes dimmed, and he returned to his dying look. He closed his eyes slightly, clasped his hands on his chest, and said, "It would be great if you could understand. I am guilty, guilty!"

Suddenly, he took a big step, crossed several feet, raised his hand and slapped Murong Bo on the head. Murong Bo was trying his best to resist the severe pain in his body, but the old monk moved like a ghost and hit him. Knowing that something was wrong, he quickly raised his hand to block. His mind was distracted, but he did not hesitate to attack. After raising his hand, his body floated backwards.

This raising of the hand and the movement of the body may seem ordinary, but in fact, the defensive posture is so tight and elegant that it can be said to be the ultimate and nothing can be added to it.

Everyone in the pavilion was an expert in martial arts, and when they saw him use those two moves, they all cheered inwardly. Even Xiao Yuanshan and his son could not help but admire him.

Unexpectedly, with a "pop" sound, the Sweeping Monk slapped Murong Bo on the forehead. Murong Bo was shocked and fell backwards.

Everyone in the pavilion was startled, and then their faces turned pale.

Murong Bo's family martial arts were already famous in the martial arts world, and he had also studied Shaolin's unique skills in the past thirty years. However, he was completely powerless against this old monk. This was a shock to them like a bolt from the blue.

Especially since Jiumozhi knew that he had been to the gates of hell, he just wanted to learn from the other party's skills. If the old monk had not intended to fight with him, he would have really died and his reputation would have been ruined. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sweat profusely and was terrified.

Murong Fu was shaking all over, grief-stricken, and he fell to the ground, lying on top of his father, shouting, "Daddy, Daddy!"

Ah Zhu stared at Murong Bo's corpse, standing there in a daze, tears streaming down her face.

Xiao Feng and the others were puzzled. They were puzzled as to why this Shaolin monk with great magical powers and profound Buddhist knowledge could do such a vicious thing? And how did he do it? As for what Feng Yi said about rebirth from death, they didn't understand. After all, there is no reason in the world to kill someone first and then treat the injury. They thought the two were pretending to be profound and no one believed them.

Feng Yi had just competed with the old monk in internal strength and mental power, but not only did he fail to inspire the opponent's mind, he felt as if he was in the vast and boundless wilderness, which was simply unfathomable. Naturally, he knew that he could not beat the opponent. As he said, he could only see whether he could win by his moves. Perhaps under such pressure, he could really make some progress, so he withdrew his strength and let him do whatever he wanted.

Knowing that Murong Bo was going to attack Murong Bo, he did not blink, trying to see the old monk's intentions.

In his eyes, although Murong Bo's attack and retreat were exquisite, there was always a gap in the connection. For ordinary people, this gap would not give the opponent any chance.

But the Sweeping Monk seized the opportunity, shook his arm, and his palm seemed to have grown two feet longer, forcing Murong Bo to retreat and his attack was completely in vain.

Feng Yi also understood that the Sweeping Monk's cultivation had reached the point where he could adjust himself according to the opponent's speed. It seemed that his attack was not very fast, but in fact it was like someone suddenly attacking an ordinary person. Even if he did not know martial arts, he would not help but make a natural conditioned reaction.

This method is the real magic in the ordinary.

This made Feng Yi feel that he might really be no match for the Sweeping Monk. If he wanted to win, his only advantage would be his physical fitness.

The Sweeping Monk knocked down Murong Bo, shocking everyone, but he acted as if nothing had happened and slowly walked towards Xiao Yuanshan.

Xiao Feng suddenly thought: "Feng Yi said that the two people were born and died. If he beat Murong Bo, does he still have a father?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be alert and gathered his internal strength throughout his body to prevent any sudden changes.

Feng Yi also used his power to see how the Sweeping Monk could succeed under the full defense of Xiao family father and son. In the original plot, he was injured because he was respectful to Xiao Feng, willing to give in, or because he was unable to do so.

Every step the old monk took towards Xiao Yuanshan seemed to touch people's heart. Xiao Yuanshan was stunned and didn't know whether it was because the enemy he had been thinking about day and night was beaten to death by someone else and he fell into confusion, or what?

"You old bald thief!"

Murong Fu checked and found that there was no breath coming out of his father's nostrils and his heart had stopped beating. His cries of grief suddenly stopped. He leaned his father's body against a pillar, shouted loudly, and jumped out, pouncing on the old monk like a mad tiger.

Murong Fu thought his father had died long ago, but he was still alive. In the blink of an eye, he was killed by the old monk who always talked about compassion. It was really a heart-wrenching pain. So even though he knew he was no match for the old monk, he still wanted to fight to the death, and his momentum was extremely fierce.

However, the old monk turned a deaf ear and paid no attention. Murong Fu pushed his palms two feet in front of the old monk, and suddenly it seemed as if he hit an invisible wall of air, or even more like he hit a fishing net. Although his palm power was strong, he had no power and was bounced back by the wall of air and hit a bookshelf behind him.

Everyone saw that Murong Fu was moving so fast that the rebound force would be very strong as well. However, when Murong Fu's back hit the bookshelf, the bookshelf did not collapse, and not even a single volume of the scriptures piled on the shelf fell off.

Murong Fu was just breathing heavily.

Such a method is simply shocking and frightening. This move is much more difficult than killing Murong Bo just now.

Little did he know that Murong Fu's breathing was all fake. He was very alert. Although he was saddened by his father's death, he knew that the old monk's martial arts was more than ten times better than his own. Even if he tried his best, he could not do anything to him. So he leaned on the bookshelf, pretending to breathe heavily, but in fact he was thinking about how to launch another unexpected attack. After all, as a son, he had to avenge his father!

Ah Zhu hurried over and asked, "Sir, how are you?"

Murong Fu did not answer, but deliberately wheezed and gasped.

"Extreme hardness can turn into softness!" Feng Yi said softly, "Since I came out of the mountain, this is the first time I have seen someone use such a method on a first-class master! He is truly unique in the world!"

"There is only one person in the world!" The value of these words spoken from his mouth is beyond words.

The man on the mountain couldn't help but ask, "May I ask, Master Feng, what does it mean that extreme hardness can turn into softness?"

Feng Yi smiled and said: "Although Master Murong's palm power is not as strong as yours, it is still not small. If you want to dissolve his palm power and bounce it back, you must have a strong and powerful force.

But if you only use brute force, when you eject him, you will definitely injure him and even break the bookshelf.

But Master Murong was sent flying, very smoothly and roundly, as if someone had held him up and placed him next to the bookshelf. He himself had no injuries, and there was not a single crack on the bookshelf. This was ten times more difficult than crushing the bookshelf with the shock. This skill was the result of hardness turning into softness!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Ah Zi said, "Brother, can you do it?"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "No!"

Feng Yi had the ability to knock Murong Fu out from a distance of one or two feet, but to do it so precisely was beyond his ability.

Because this method requires precise control, which means that the internal force must be extremely pure. His internal force is strong but not pure enough.

This is because the purity of internal strength depends entirely on time and needs to be refined day by day. He has only practiced martial arts for a few years. Let alone the Sweeping Monk, he cannot compare with anyone present.

The old monk said calmly: "Old Donor Xiao, Old Donor Murong killed your wife, but you killed our temple's Master Xuanku. Let me take back this blood debt!"

As he spoke, a palm came down like the top of a mountain.

Xiao Feng shouted, "Stop!"

He had been gathering his strength, and he knew that if the old monk could kill Murong Bo, he could kill his father as well, so he struck the old monk in the chest with both palms, not holding back in this Dragon Subduing Palm, and struck with all his might, hoping that the old monk would be able to return his palm and save himself.

The old monk stretched out his left palm to block the force of Xiao Feng's palms, but his right palm still hit Xiao Yuanshan's head.

Xiao Yuanshan didn't think of resisting at all, but just as the old monk's right palm touched Xiao Yuanshan's forehead, the old monk suddenly shouted and changed his right palm to hit Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng's palms were fighting against his left palm, when he suddenly saw his right palm attacking him. He immediately pulled out his left palm to block it, and shouted, "Daddy, go, go!"

Unexpectedly, the old monk's right palm changed direction midway through the move. It was purely a feint, just to divert the power of one of Xiao Feng's palms in order to reduce the force pushing towards himself.

Xiao Feng's left palm returned, and the old monk's right palm circled, and with a "pop" sound, it slapped Xiao Yuanshan on the forehead.

At this moment, Xiao Feng was about to strike the old monk in the chest with his palm.

Feng Yi shouted: "Stop!"

Xiao Feng was shocked, a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, Feng Yi's palm flashed like lightning and met Xiao Feng's palm that was hitting the Sweeping Monk's chest.

With a "boom", Feng Yi and Xiao Feng were both knocked back.

Feng Yi shook his hands and said, "Brother Xiao's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is really strong!"

The sweeping monk smiled slightly: "You two are really good at palm power!"

Xiao Feng was stunned when he heard this and hurried to see his father.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Master is really very kind to Brother Xiao. He would rather get hurt than let him suffer any loss. He is really compassionate!" (End of this chapter)