Murong Fu was noncommittal and said lightly, "The master misunderstood, my father did copy some of the scriptures in the Scripture Pavilion, but he did not teach them to others, including the younger generations. ”

Such a lie is just to deceive himself, I thought that the sweeping monk would not believe it, but he didn't expect that after he took a deep look at Murong Fu, he actually nodded, "It's true, Murong Gongzi is a person with great luck, and there are countless magic skills, how can he be able to see the superficial kung fu of seventy-two stunts." ”

"You're talking nonsense!" Xuan Cheng glared suddenly, but immediately realized his gaffe and bowed apologetically to the old monk, "Master, he is lying, the people of the Murong family, in addition to Murong Bo, there are also several female donors, who have performed Shaolin stunts several times, and even the Yijin Sutra has been refined. ”

"Oh, someone has refined the Yijin Sutra?" The old monk also seemed to be taken aback, and his complexion, which had been ancient without waves, finally changed, "Is this true?"

"Really," Xuan Cheng nodded, "Lao Ke once fought with that female benefactor, and I saw her perform the 'Buddha's Light Emerge' with my own eyes, and even Lao Qu was slightly inferior to her skills. ”

The old monk quickly calmed his face, was silent for a moment, and finally sighed, "Those who can refine the Yijin Sutra must have a fate with my Buddha." ”

Murong Fu's heart jumped, what does this mean, do you still want to arrest Yu Yan to be a nun?

Xuan Cheng also thought so, and immediately said, "The old man knows how to do it." ”

The old monk shook his head, "I can carry forward my Buddhism Dafa, whether it is a Buddhist disciple or a non-Buddhist disciple, it doesn't matter, all living beings are suffering, and the Buddha is destined to be a person." ”

Xuan Cheng was stunned, a little confused.

"The master really understands the righteousness. Murong Fu smiled, "That's it, since your temple insists that my father has copied the scriptures of your temple, my Murong family's collection of books is quite rich, and there are many lost martial arts classics, if your temple doesn't dislike it, you can send someone to Murong's house to copy seventy-two volumes of books, which can barely be repaid." ”

Hearing this, Xuan Cheng and several elders were all moved in their hearts, the main reason why the Murong family suddenly became famous was because a year ago, the Murong family suddenly spread the word that any sect on the rivers and lakes could go to the Murong family to return to the Water Pavilion in exchange for martial arts classics.

Although the Shaolin Temple has a profound heritage, if it can be like the Murong family, it can include the world's martial arts classics, and the throne of the leader of the righteous path, it can sit firmly for at least another five hundred years.

The old monk was stunned for a moment, and then bowed to Murong Fu, "Murong Xiao Benefactor is broad-minded and tolerant of all rivers, and the old man admires him." ”

He didn't mean half a compliment when he said this, perhaps in the eyes of others, the Murong family's move was only to collect martial arts from all sects and factions in the world, but in fact, it was a great thing that was disadvantageous in the present era and beneficial in the future, and people with great wisdom and big minds could not do it, and only when they reached his level could they understand the gains and losses.

Then the old monk changed his words, "But the kindness of the son, the temple has a heart, some skills, nothing, if it weren't for these scriptures are the disgusting works of the ancestors of the monks, the temple will not be stored in this scripture pavilion." ”

Xuan Cheng's brows furrowed slightly, a little puzzled.

The old monk turned his head to look at Xiao Yuanshan, "Just like this old benefactor Xiao, he is obsessed with stunts, but he is deeply trapped in the magic barrier and does not know it. ”

"Old monk, what nonsense are you talking about, when did the old man get poisoned?" Xiao Yuanshan frowned and shot back unceremoniously.

The old monk smiled slightly, "Lord Xiao Shi is on the fifteenth day of the month, and the severe pain in the Sanjiao entrance is unbearable, and the acupoints in the middle of the body are like needles piercing meat, so it shouldn't be comfortable." ”

Xiao Yuanshan's face suddenly turned a little pale, "You...... How do you know?"

Xiao Feng couldn't help but be taken aback when he heard this.

The old monk smiled and said nothing, and turned his head to look at Murong Bo, "The old benefactor of Murong Bo was also poisoned by this poison, but later changed to the Taoist canon, and he has recuperated over the years, but he has dissolved this poison by seven or eight percent, but there are still remnants, and it is usually just that, once the luck is excessive, there will be a worry about his life." ”

Murong Bo's eyes flashed slightly, and he was silent, but Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, this kind of poison is ethereal, and he can't see any fame, could it be that the old monk is lying?

The old monk suddenly looked at Xuan Cheng, "Disciple of Buddhism, pay attention to all sentient beings, each of the seventy-two stunts contains great anger, contrary to Buddhism, every time you practice a stunt, you need a Dharma to resolve it, Xuan Cheng, your Dharma practice is not enough, but you forcibly practice more than a dozen stunts, and then go on like this, I am afraid that the meridians will be broken and ruined." ”

Xuan Cheng smiled bitterly, but didn't say anything.

Xiao Feng hurriedly saluted the old monk and said, "Master has a good prescription, please save my father." ”

The old monk hurriedly helped Xiao Feng up, "Lord Xiao has the world in mind, but the word 'ask' can't be taken seriously." ”

Xiao Feng was about to say more, but the old monk waved his hand to stop it, and turned to look at Xiao Yuanshan, "If only your enemy in the world can save your life, how will you stay?"

Xiao Yuanshan was stunned for a moment, and then became furious, "Even if the old man dies, he will never beg the enemy for help." ”

"Amitabha," the old monk smiled and looked at Murong Bo again, "If only your enemies in the world can save you, how will you be treated?"

Before Murong Bo could speak, Murong Fu smiled slightly, and said first, "The master's kindness, my father and son understand it, but my father's illness can also be cured by the younger generation, so I don't bother the master." ”

The old monk was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help sighing, "It is better to settle the grievances than to settle them, why should Murong Gongzi refuse to be thousands of miles away." ”

"The master is wrong again, the junior is not trying to reject people thousands of miles away, but to kill him. Murong Fu said in a very flat tone, his body shook, and he grabbed Xiao Yuanshan with lightning speed.

"The old man is here, how can you be presumptuous. The old monk's emotions were finally provoked by Murong Fu, and he didn't see how he moved, his figure moved several feet out of thin air, blocking in front of Xiao Yuanshan, and a wall of true qi more than three feet thick instantly condensed in front of him.

Murong Fu's palm power came in an instant, and with a "bang", the true qi wall was shattered, and the entire attic seemed to shake.

Although it was only a superficial taste, everyone was taken aback, the old monk's internal strength was really deep and abnormal, and Murong Fu's age was not much worse than that of the old monk, but he could play a comparable game, for a while, I don't know whether to sigh at the old monk's participation in the creation, or to marvel at Murong Fu's outstanding talent.

"Does the master really want to take care of this matter?" Murong Fu's face condensed slightly, and he asked.

"Amitabha, even if the old monk doesn't measure his strength, he doesn't want to see his son wantonly killing. ”

"Hahaha," Murong Fu suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and only said inexplicably after a while, "The rumors about the master can be described as a miraculous skill, a mythical existence in martial arts, and the younger generation is not talented, and he has long wanted to understand a thing or two." ”

The old monk was stunned, he never had a reputation in the martial arts, even in the Shaolin Temple, he didn't know that he existed much, where did Murong Fu hear about it.

"Master," Murong Fu saluted to the old monk, "Ten years ago, you instructed the juniors, and you were kind to the juniors, and the juniors dared to let the master make three moves. ”

The old monk closed his eyes and sighed, and only after a while did he speak, "Donor, please make a move." ”

"Well, I'd like to see who you really are. Murong Fu smiled faintly, his left hand was rounded, and his right hand was slowly pushed out with a palm, it was Kang Long's regrets, but the power was sparse and ordinary, of course, this was only compared to usual, compared to Xiao Feng, I was afraid that it was not comparable.

Since Murong Fu said that he made three moves, this first move only used three successes.

The old monk's face was flat, and with a wave of his robe, the golden palm power disappeared into invisibility.

"Good kung fu. Murong Fu praised in his mouth, but he scolded secretly in his heart, "What a cunning old monk, he doesn't show the mountain or the water, and he can't see the heel at all." ”

"The second move, the master is careful. Murong Fu smiled slightly, pulled his hands, and slashed a piece of milky white sword qi from afar, and a giant sword phantom slashed down in the air, and where he passed, a white line was drawn in the void.

"Good swordsmanship. The old monk couldn't help but praise, his hands were folded, the light around his body was bright, two invisible big hands condensed above his head, the giant sword phantom was clamped, and then the light flashed, and the giant sword disappeared.

Murong Fu's pupils shrank slightly, and he had already used the five success powers with a sword, but he didn't expect to be dissolved by the other party's understatement, this old monk's skill, I was afraid that it was not under him, but he immediately had some doubts, if the other party was also in the realm of heaven and man, his face should not be so old.

"Maybe there's something wrong with this face?" Murong Fu's mind turned, the sword technique in his hand changed, and after a while, he suddenly shouted, "Swing the sword technique!"

Immediately the right hand and the sword finger were raised, and the volley finger was pointed forward, this finger was unremarkable, but it seemed to contain infinite sword intent, and thousands of sword moves were all integrated into it, unstoppable, unavoidable.

The old monk raised his eyebrows slightly, showing surprise for the first time, his right hand was drawn from left to right, there seemed to be something more in front of him, and there seemed to be nothing, everyone only heard a slight explosion of "poof, poof", and then all the sword intent dissipated.

Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth hooked a small arc, "The master really deserves his reputation, the three moves have passed, and the juniors are going to move seriously." ”

"Murong donor," the old monk waved his hand, "The poor monk is not the opponent of the donor, and please don't force the donor." ”

As soon as these words came out, Xuan Cheng and Fang Zhengwei were shocked, even this is not Murong Fu's opponent, who else in the world can beat him?

"Do you really want to invite that person?" Xuan Cheng and Fang Zheng glanced at each other, seeing the thoughts in each other's eyes.

"The master is too modest. Murong Fu said with a smile, "Although your skills are slightly inferior to mine, but your martial arts attainments are better than mine, the so-called chess opponent, looking at the world, there are not many people like you." ”

The old monk smiled bitterly, he understood that Murong Fu had only one purpose from beginning to end, that is, to fight with himself, hone his martial arts, and maybe have other purposes, but it was definitely not to kill Xiao Yuanshan.

After pondering for a long time, the old monk sighed, "Okay, the poor monk will reluctantly try, but there is a word first, if the poor monk is lucky enough to win a trick and a half, you can't find trouble with the old benefactor Xiao." ”

"What if the junior wins by luck?" Murong Fu asked.

The old monk was stunned, do you still need to ask?

The next moment, I heard Murong Fu say, "If the junior wins, the master will promise the junior a condition." ”