But no matter how worried everyone was, they all knew that if these two men were fighting, no one could separate them unless they stopped on their own initiative.

No one dared to utter even a word to stop them, for fear of distracting the other party and causing disaster.

The two of them jumped up at the same time, like cranes soaring into the sky. There were a series of thumping sounds, and they performed nine moves in the air in an instant.

The two men attacked quickly again. Xiao Feng and his son, Murong and his son and other masters saw the subtlety and tried their best to deduce the changes of both sides.

With a "bang", the two men clasped their palms in the air, each floated several feet away, and landed on a tree. They lightly flicked their toes on the branches, flew into the air again, and landed back to the original place. The surrounding dead branches and leaves had turned into powder.

Xiao Feng thought to himself, "These two have such superb martial arts skills, no matter who wins, it will probably be a tough one!"

Suddenly, the sweeping monk shouted and struck out with one palm. Halfway through, his left palm moved. Both palms were as soft as cotton and as light as cotton wool. The force suddenly changed, as if it was there and not there.

The Sweeping Monk was very knowledgeable and knew that Feng Yi had deep internal strength and was in his prime. He had endless tricks up his sleeve and was good at hard fighting and confronting the strong and ruthless. Therefore, he could only use the soft to resist the strong and the empty to resist the real. As soon as Feng Yi's energy weakened, he could take advantage of the opportunity and make an attack!

Feng Yi originally felt that the old monk's palm power was powerful and tangible, but now he suddenly felt that the opponent's palm power was erratic, elusive, and had nowhere to land. He hurriedly retracted his palm power to protect himself. Feng Yi had integrated all kinds of magical skills, and he felt that his internal strength was deep and unparalleled in the world. Using the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms was enough. He didn't expect that the old monk was as empty as a bamboo. It would be dangerous if he hit him hard, but there would be consequences if he hit him weakly.

If it weren't for the fact that his palm power was both hard and soft, with lasting force, and the Sweeping Monk's power conversion was so swift, it would have been easy for him to misplace his power and suffer a complete defeat.

As Feng Yi retracted his palm power, his momentum weakened. The old monk saw the opportunity quickly and a green shadow flashed above Feng Yi's head.

He sent out six palm strikes with both hands, each one more powerful than the last. The palm forces were repeated one after another, and became several times stronger. A huge wave was like a solid wall, pressing towards Feng Yi.

Feng Yi felt a great force pressing down on his head. He knew that the old monk had taken the upper hand. If he confronted him head-on, he would inevitably be passive until he was defeated. He immediately danced with his hands as if waving a five-stringed instrument. With a series of "chi" sounds, his true energy danced like a sword. The palm force was blown into pieces, and a stream of sword energy rushed towards the Sweeping Monk without any hindrance.

When everyone saw this miraculous skill, they cheered loudly, but they didn't understand what kind of kung fu it was. All the people in Shaolin Temple were shocked and speechless. They didn't expect that with the old monk's ability, Feng Yi could break through his palm power.

Murong Bo smiled and said, "Great! I've heard that the Six Meridians Divine Sword is the best sword in the world. After seeing it today, I find that it is indeed worthy of its reputation. What a pity! What a pity!"

"What a pity?" A Zi asked.

Murong Bo shook his head. He once regarded the Six Meridians Divine Sword as the best sword in the world and the Shaolin Yi Jin Jing as the supreme treasure of martial arts. The collision between the two really satisfied his long-cherished wish, but he regretted that he could not experience it in person.

With a sigh, the old monk's body suddenly became as light as a paper-made object, and floated back more than ten feet. He said casually, "It is a great honor that you have made the 'Six Meridians Divine Sword' reappear in the martial arts world. But in my opinion, your sword has not been refined enough."

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Master, you see clearly!"

After mastering the Six Meridians Divine Sword, one can transform true Qi into an invisible Qi sword with various strange and magical powers. The strength is concentrated at one point and is invincible. It has a unique power compared to the power of palm.

The only person who mastered the "Six Meridians Divine Sword" in the Dali Duan Clan, apart from the ancestor of the Duan Clan, Duan Siping, was Duan Yu. However, his skill was sometimes effective and sometimes not, which made some people who had seen it look down on this unique skill.

Although Feng Yi has mastered the art, he has only been practicing for a short time and his attainments have not yet reached the pinnacle. He rarely encounters masters like the Sweeping Monk and does not use it much.

However, just now, Feng Yi had no choice but to use this skill to cut through the opponent's palm power and regain the initiative.

As he spoke, Feng Yi turned quickly and circled around the Sweeping Monk. His figure was erratic, as if he was flying in the air. Everyone looked at each other in shock.

"What a great martial art." Xiao Feng couldn't help but be moved.

Feng Yi used the ancient tomb body skills, as graceful as a startled swan and as agile as a swimming dragon. The six sword techniques of Shao Shang, Shang Yang, Zhong Chong, Guan Chong, Shao Chong and Shao Ze in his hands were flying freely, and the force was like mercury pouring on the ground, penetrating every hole. The sound of his fingertips breaking the wind was endless.

The old monk also praised: "What a great body movement! This is a peerless skill. Could it be the martial arts of the Duan family of Dali?"

He was well-informed, but he didn't even know about this kind of lightness skill. Moreover, he had an extraordinary eyesight and knew at a glance that the lightness skill of Shaolin Temple was not as good as Feng Yi's.

While the old monk was speaking, his hands never stopped. He turned around and waved his sleeves, as if floating in the waves, like a leaf of duckweed in the huge waves, floating up and down, going with the flow, unable to control himself.

The crowd was stunned and stunned. It was fine that this old monk was so old and was from the Shaolin Temple, the authentic martial arts school in the world, but how could Feng Yi reach such a level at such a young age? It was unimaginable.

Ah Zi smiled and said, "Big brother is going to win!"

Xiao Feng shook his head and said, "Not necessarily!"

It turned out that he saw that Feng Yi was using the Six Meridians Divine Sword while his body shape was changing rapidly, but he was still unable to get one foot closer to the Sweeping Monk, as if there was an invisible barrier protecting him inside.

There were hissing sounds coming one after another, and a lot of Feng Yi's invisible sword energy was ejected, sand was flying, and soil was turning over, as if he was digging a hole for the sweeping monk.

Feng Yi felt as if the sword energy was piercing into cotton, with great difficulty, and blurted out: "Master, is this the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art?"

The old monk said in a loud voice: "Yes, but not entirely. It is inspired by Mount Sumeru and mustard seeds."

Feng Yi said: "So that's it!"

He understood that the Sumeru mustard seed was a description of the profoundness of Buddhism, which both encompasses everything and is extremely exquisite. If the "Six Meridians Divine Sword" was as powerful as countless wild horses galloping and rushing, if it could get within one foot of the old monk, it would be food in its mouth. No matter how strong or big it was, it would eventually become empty and he would be powerless.

Feng Yi thought to himself, "Looks like I have to resort to brute force." With his hair and clothes fluttering, he flew into the air like a giant bird, and with a whoosh of his palms, he pressed down like a mountain.

Everyone felt a chill creeping over them, and suddenly they all used their internal energy to resist it.

It turns out that Feng Yi's palms are extremely powerful, with a force exceeding a thousand pounds, and his true energy contains a cold and yin force. He wants to make a final gamble with the old monk.

The martial arts experts around couldn't help but scream "Ah!" when they saw Feng Yi's sudden attack.

Feng Yi's palm power was so strong that everyone hid on the periphery and used their internal energy to resist. This old monk was in the middle of the situation, and even if he had extraordinary cultivation, he could not rely on his muscles and bones.

The old monk saw a figure flash by and Feng Yiren was already in the air. He struck down from mid-air with a force like a wall, heavy as a mountain and dense as a silk net, blocking all directions.

No matter how strong his body protection skills were, he couldn't block Feng Yi's palm force more than a foot away. Apart from taking it head-on, he really had no other way out. He had no other choice but to strike out with both palms.

When the two men's palms touched, there was a loud "boom", like the ground splitting and the mountain collapsing. The sound was so loud that it made everyone's ears ring with thunder, their hearts pounding, and strong winds blew in all directions, swirling and violent, and dust flew up.

Everyone exclaimed in unison, and someone waved his sleeves to dispel the strong wind, only to see Feng Yi and the old monk's palms colliding.

Feng Yijun's face turned pale, the old monk's face flushed, his white beard fluttered, and the white mist above his head became thicker and thicker, but the two men did not move at all, like two stone statues.

Everyone knew that the two were competing in internal strength, and they couldn't help but feel worried.

You know, in a competition of other things, the loser might just get slightly injured, but in a competition of internal strength, it is impossible to get away with anything.

It determines victory or defeat, and also determines life or death!

Even if the two sides are evenly matched, it is possible that both sides will perish!

Therefore, martial arts masters will not compete with each other in internal strength unless it is absolutely necessary, so as to avoid seeking glory but getting humiliated and even ruining their lives!

But it was in vain to worry, as these two great masters each possessed extraordinary powers, and no one in the world could resolve the situation.

Feng Yi only felt the blood rushing up, but he also felt the opponent's internal force coming in continuously. Although it was extremely soft, it was very tough and endless.

The sweeping monk also felt a cold force rushing towards him from his wrist. He used his internal force to resist and expel the cold energy from his body. He said, "Master Feng, if you use your strength like this, even if you win, you will at least get seriously ill afterwards!"

Hearing that he could still speak at this time, Feng Yi knew that the depth of his internal strength was indeed unfathomable. He was instantly impressed, and the thought of competing with him disappeared. He said, "Master, you have supernatural powers. I admire you!" He slowly retracted his strength.

One must know that Feng Yi's internal strength is so strong that he combines good and evil, and practices Buddhism and Taoism. In terms of his domineering and powerfulness, he is unmatched by anyone in the world. However, after all, he has been practicing for too short a time.

This old monk has only stayed in the Shaolin Temple's Scripture Library for forty-three years. The purity of his internal skills is beyond Feng Yi's reach.

Feng Yi had no hatred towards him, and after fighting to this point, he really didn't want to fight anymore.

Xiao Feng said in a clear voice: "Master, Brother Feng, with your martial arts attainments, today's meeting is rare in a century, and it is enough to make martial arts shine. Why do we have to decide who wins and who loses, who survives and who dies?"

In fact, the old monk felt that Feng Yi was slowly recovering his strength, so he also began to recover his strength. It was just a competition of internal strength, just like a person drinking the water, only he knows whether it is hot or cold, and outsiders cannot tell.

The old monk smiled and said, "Donor Xiao is kind-hearted, and truly a hero."

Feng Yi also said: "Yes, if it were someone else, I'm afraid they would hope that the two of us would die together. Today, we are done here, there is no need to fight anymore!" With that, the two of them retreated quickly.

The sweeping monk laughed and said, "That's all, there's no need to fight anymore!" After saying that, he flicked his sleeves, looked up to the sky and laughed, "When fate strikes, things come to life; when fate ends, things die. This is the way things are. Don't try to change it!" His figure flashed a few times, and he had already walked out of the forest.

This fierce fight was so thrilling that everyone was terrified, but the old monk suddenly disappeared, which was really free and easy.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo put their palms together and said to Xuan Ji, Xuan Nan and the others, "Our bad reputation is known all over the world. I wonder if the masters of your temple can accept us as disciples."

An indescribable sadness surged up in Xiao Feng and Murong Fu again.

Xuan Ji said, "We have been practicing Zen for many years. Although we have not yet achieved the state of emptiness of the four elements and the non-reality of the five aggregates, we can still look lightly on the boundaries of right and wrong, grudges and disputes in the world. Since you two have given up your swords and are willing to devote yourself to worshipping Buddha, our temple cannot exclude you from the outside."

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo put their hands together and bowed, saying, "Good, good." They each reached out their hands to touch their heads, and all their hair fell off.

The two men laughed at each other, and with a flick of their sleeves, they were already several feet away. Xiao Feng and Murong Fu shouted, "Dad, where are you going?" Before they could finish their words, the two men had already walked out of the forest.

The heroes saw that Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo had been enlightened by the Buddhist teachings of the nameless old monk, converted to the Three Treasures, and became monks in the Shaolin Temple.

The heroes in the Central Plains were relieved that Shaolin martial arts would not be spread to outsiders, especially not to the Liao Kingdom.

Feng Yi had already fought with the Sweeping Monk, so he didn't care what happened to the two men, so he didn't stop them. He turned to Xuan Ji and said, "Master, where is Master Xu Zhu of your sect?"

Xuan Ji was stunned. There were more than a thousand monks in Shaolin Temple. In addition to the thirty or so monks with the character "Kong", there were also the monks with the character "Hui", and a few miscellaneous monks who were not included in the ranking. There were also hundreds of monks with the character "Xu" and "Kong". As the abbot, he indeed did not know this disciple.

Master Xuan Du asked, "Master Feng, why are you looking for my disciple?"

Master Xuandu was a kind person, and was very much loved by the younger monks in the temple. When Xuzhu was sixteen years old, he was assigned to sweep the floor and make tea for Xuandu, and served him for eight months. Xuandu treated him very kindly and also taught him some Luohan boxing techniques, so he knew Xuzhu.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "I was asked by someone to tell him something."

Xuan Du nodded: "Xu Zhu, come out."

"Yes! Grandmaster Uncle!"

As he finished speaking, a young monk in his twenties walked up from the crowd of Shaolin people.

Everyone wanted to see who the person was that Feng Yi could mention. They saw that he had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a big nose with nostrils pointing upwards, and a rather ugly appearance. His monk robe had many patches on it, but it was very clean. He looked a little confused and even a little excited, but he walked very tiptoe, as if he was afraid of accidentally stepping on an ant on the ground.

He walked in front of Feng Yi, bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows, clasped his hands together and said, "This humble monk Xu Zhu greets you."

Feng Yi said: "Masters, I have something to say to him alone."

"Please do as you wish, benefactor!" Xuan Ji said.

Feng Yi grabbed Xu Zhu and flew out.

Although everyone was curious, they also knew that Feng Yi had something to say to Xu Zhu that he didn't want others to know, so they had to respect his privacy.

Ah Zi said, "Wait for me!" Plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum also followed.

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Feng Yi brought Xu Zhu to a secluded place, where he saw Xu Zhu with his eyes closed, reciting Buddhist scriptures.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "You are not afraid of me and you are still chanting."

Xu Zhu opened his eyes and said, "The donor is a good person. Besides, my great-grandmaster asked me to come with you, so I am not afraid."

As he spoke, his face was full of admiration and respect. The sight of Feng Yi displaying his martial arts in the Great Hall of the Buddha had already made Xu Zhu's blood boil. And seeing that he was on par with a master of his own sect, fighting so hard that the earth shook the mountains, he regarded Feng Yi as a god even more.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "You are really a good talent. You will become a great martial artist in the future."

Xu Zhu said in fear: "I don't deserve your praise, my humble servant. I am very stupid and have a weak talent. I am not suitable for martial arts training."

Feng Yi laughed and said, "If you are stupid, how would you know that I am a donor?"

Xu Zhu's face immediately turned red.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Let's not talk about charity, but it's fate that we meet here. I have something to lend you and return it to its original owner."

Xu Zhu was at a loss and asked, "What?"

Feng Yi took out a secret book from his bosom and said, "This is your sect's Sanskrit Yijin Jing, which also contains the Shenzu Jing. You can go to the Sutra Library to find the old monk and ask him to teach you!"

After hearing this, Xu Zhu's face showed expressions of shock, suspicion, feeling cheated and humiliated. His forehead muscles were throbbing and his face was red as fire.

The three words "Yi Jin Jing" were naturally familiar to Xu Zhu.

But is this true?

How did he get it? And why was he asked to pass it on?

All these questions made big beads of sweat appear on his bald head.

Seeing him like this, Feng Yi patted him on the shoulder and said, "Xu Zhu, if you have a choice, would you rather be a monk, or marry a wife, drink wine and eat meat..."

Xu Zhu shook his hands repeatedly: "Donor, please don't talk nonsense, Amitabha, ..." His whole body was like a steamer and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Okay, I was just joking with you, don't mind it." He handed the secret book to him and turned away.

Xu Zhu then woke up, holding the secret book in his hand. He was suspicious and was about to ask, but Feng Yi was nowhere to be seen.

He doesn't understand.

I really don't understand.

He was in a daze, when suddenly a mountain breeze blew, and Xu Zhu felt cold and startled. He shouted urgently, "Master, Master..." His voice was full of panic, and he ran towards the Shaolin Temple.

Feng Yi, A Zi and the others were behind a tree. A Zi watched Xu Zhu's back disappear and asked in surprise, "Brother, why are you so nice to this monk? Isn't he going to walk around the Shaolin Temple like a tyrant?"

Feng Yi said: "This is not to be good to him, but when people do things in their lives, they should try not to owe others anything."

Ah Zi was puzzled and asked, "What do you owe him?"

How could Ah Zi know that if Feng Yi wasn't there, not only her skills, but also the skills of Tong Lao and Li Qiu Shui would have been lost to Xu Zhu.

Moreover, Feng Yi also killed Xu Zhu's mother, so he still doesn't know who his parents are.

Feng Yi snatched away Xu Zhu's original opportunity and used it on his own woman. He had no control over how others understood it.

But from his side, he should at least give Xu Zhu a share, so he can feel at ease.

Even if Xu Zhu became a monk in Shaolin Temple, it was what he had always dreamed of.

When doing things, just do it with a clear conscience! Mei Jian said, "My Lord, between you and this old monk, who will win?"

Feng Yi looked up at the sky and said quietly, "It may be the only one who knows until the end."

Lan Jian said: "My grandmother once said that the martial arts world has a rumor that the Shaolin School is the best martial arts in the world and the leader of the martial arts world. It is indeed amazing!"

Ju Jian said: "Then the Shaolin Temple will become even more powerful after obtaining this Yi Jin Jing."

Feng Yi smiled and said, "I also read the Sanskrit Yi Jin Jing, which is the true teaching of Bodhidharma. Shaolin Temple also has a Chinese translation of Yi Jin Jing, but this internal skill is not easy to comprehend, so over the past hundreds of years, there are only a handful of people who have been able to practice it successfully."

Zhu Jian laughed and said, "Why did your lord say that the little monk was a good talent? I think he is stupid."

Feng Yi chuckled and said, "You don't understand. This monk may seem pedantic, but he is actually honest and kind-hearted. He is a talent who can practice divine skills. There may not be one in a hundred thousand people. If he can get guidance from a master, he will surely shine for Shaolin Temple in the future. Let's go!"

Floating down the mountain, the women nodded silently and followed Feng Yi.

Ah Zi asked: "Brother, where are we going?"

Feng Yi said: "My wish has been fulfilled. The world is so big that there is no place I cannot go."

"My Lord, let's go back to Piaomiao Peak!"

"Yes, yes!"

Ah Zi snorted, "You guys are just thinking about going back to Piao Miao Peak, what do you want to do?"

The four girls laughed in unison and said, "We four sisters are all going to marry the Lord as concubines!"

Before Feng Yi could speak, Ah Zi said, "We have decided to give you to my brother. He will be the emperor of Dali in the future. He will make you his concubines. Isn't that wonderful?"

When the four girls heard this, they were all stunned.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Then I can't bear to part with it!"

The four girls said in unison: "A man's word is his bond!"

Feng Yi laughed.

Ah Zi rolled her eyes at him and said, "They are naughty and mischievous, just indulge them."

Feng Yi said, "I think they are as beautiful and lovely as you. I still have to spoil them."

After hearing this, Ah Zi tilted her head and smiled, feeling very sweet in her heart. She said, "Are we going down the mountain like this?"

Feng Yi asked: "What else?"

A helpless look flashed across Ah Zi's face, and she said, "Why don't we go and greet the heroes of Jianghu, show off our power, and enjoy their worship?"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "There is a line in Li Bai's "The Knight-errant" that goes, 'When the work is done, brush off the clothes and go, hiding your body and name. Although I am not a knight-errant, I also like this free and unrestrained style.

As the old monk said, maybe the heaven, earth, sun, moon, you and me are all fake. If you insist on showing off your power in the martial arts world, you will be obsessed with appearances. "

Ah Zi curled her lips and said, "You seem to be talking more and more like a monk. Do you want to become a monk?"

Lan Jian glanced at Ah Zi, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, grandma said that the two words "Lingjiu" in Lingjiu Palace are related to Buddhism. The Lord should just become a monk. We can accept that."

She teased Ah Zi deliberately, but Ah Zi didn't obey and went to beat Lan Jian. Mei Jian and others came forward to help, and the whole place became a mess.

Feng Yi looked at the girls playing and felt relieved. He laughed and said, "There's no rush to become a nun, but it's a bit anxious to go home and do business." The few of them chatted and laughed, and soon went down the Shaoshi Mountain.

Feng Yi suddenly said "Huh!" and several people looked in the direction he was looking. They saw a thatched cottage on the side of the road. Feng Yi shouted, "Who is peeking there?"

"It's me!" A clear voice cried out, "It's me, it's me!" A young man appeared in front of the wooden door. He looked ragged and had a dirty face.

Feng Yi was stunned immediately. (End of this chapter)