"The old thief brings his life."

Xiao Yuanshan shouted, his voice full of murderous aura and anger.

"If you want to take my life, come here."

After Murong Bo finished speaking, his body turned around and leaped away from the place.

Xiao Yuanshan immediately chased after him.

"Don't hurt my dad."

Murong Fu and Xiao Feng also followed the past.

Jiang Chen's body shook, the person disappeared and chased after him. Now it was time for the Sweeping Monk to take action, so you must watch this.

Jiumozhi also likes to follow him in a lively manner.

As expected, they fought in the [Sutra Pavilion].

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's martial arts were equally good. The two fought each other, which made the [Sutra Pavilion] very messed up.

Then Xiao Feng and Murong Fu started fighting.

Jiang Chen and Jiumozhi arrived and just stood aside to watch.

Suddenly Murong Bo shouted to stop.

He asked Murong Fu to take out the summons and the imperial seal. Now everyone knows that he is not only a descendant of Dayan, but also a prince of Dayan.

Originally, Jiumozhi would help Murong Bo deal with Xiao Feng and his son together, but now Jiang Chen is on the side. He is Xiao Feng's sworn brother, and his martial arts are unfathomable. A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, so he can only watch coldly.

"As long as you agree to my request, my life will be taken at any time."

“What request.”

"Your son Xiao Feng is the king of the Southern Court of Liao. He has half of the troops of Liao. As long as we unite and the army goes south, we will definitely sweep across the Central Plains, overthrow the court and complete the achievements of thousands of years."

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Xiao Yuanshan was a little hesitant, but Xiao Feng looked firm.

"Dad, how can my mother's revenge be used for transactions? If my mother's revenge can be avenged, I will not be able to die. How can I collude with you?"

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"That's right, Murong old man came to take his life."

Just as they were about to continue fighting, an old monk in green with a broom came in slowly while sweeping the floor. His beard was completely white and he was wearing a gray monk's hat.

Except for Jiang Chen, everyone was very surprised. When did he appear and why he didn't notice it.

I saw a few scriptures scattered on the ground. The sweeping monk waved the broom, and the scriptures flew towards the bookshelf, and then folded them neatly. Everyone was shocked. This action seemed simple, but it had high requirements for the control of true qi, which ordinary warriors could not do at all.

"Who are you and why are you eavesdropping on us."

Murong Bo asked loudly.

The voice of the sweeping monk sounded like the old man in the evening, but his eyes were very bright, and when he was taken a look, his heart was empty.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Murong Bo asked loudly with guilt.

"Donor Xiao is kind-hearted and puts the people of the world first. It is really a bodhisattva's heart. The old monk thanks Donor Xiao on behalf of the people of the world. Why do you make the scriptures so messy every time you come?"

"How long have you been hiding here?"

As soon as Murong Fu finished speaking, he saw that the monk sweeping the floor looked sharp like a sharp divine weapon. Then he exhaled all his strength and the person had teleported to the middle of everyone. At the speed of the rush, everyone was shocked.

The old monk's martial arts are hard to know.

Everyone looked at the sweeping monk and Jiang Chen, and they felt unconsciously comparing.

Both of these two people's martial arts are unfathomable. Who is more powerful?

"How long have you been hiding here?"

"How long has it been, the old monk doesn't remember it, it's probably seventy or eighty years."

The monk sweeping the floor is graceful and harmonious, and he is not surprised by favors and disgraces. He is difficult to predict and is extremely unparalleled, showing the style of a master.

"I remember when this layman Xiao first came to the Sutra Library to peek at the sutra library, the old monk swept the floor here for forty years. Later, Mr. Murong also came. Until ten years ago, the Great Lun Ming King also came. We went back and forth, which made our Sutra Library very messed up."

He said while sweeping the floor gently.

Everyone listened to his story with surprise.

Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo and Jiumozhi were shocked. They went back and forth between the Sutra Pavilion many times, but they did not find this old monk once.

He actually swept the land in the Sutra Pavilion for seventy years. Who is this person?

Jiang Chen's aura was converging, and he was no different from an ordinary person at this time. The Sweeping Monk did not care about him, but instead focused on them.

"How did you... know."

Murong Bo pointed at the old monk and asked in surprise.

"Although the old monk was dazzled, he knew it in his heart. Unfortunately, some people were not dazzled, but they were already confused."

"Teacher, don't talk nonsense. The little monk has never seen you, and he has never been to the Sutra Library in the Temple before."

Jiumozhi was anxious to refute and refused to admit it.

"Master, although the old monk has no memory, he still remembers that your junior brother Tianmoni came to the Sutra Gallery to peek at the scriptures for the first time. After he was captured, it was the master's turn to come."

"What evidence is there."

"I still remember that the scriptures you peeked at in the same day were the fingers of the Wuying Tribulation."

Jiumozhi wanted to argue but didn't know how to refute it, and only felt that his words were pale and powerless.

The sweeping monk suddenly turned his eyes to Xiao Yuanshan, and his eyes actually made Xiao Yuanshan unable to look directly.

"I still remember that the first time Mr. Xiao came to the Sutra Pavilion to secretly learn was the [Demon-Subduing Wand], and the layman Murong secretly learned was the [Prajna Vajra Palm]. In order to prevent you from getting deeper and deeper, the old monk deliberately put a [Lotus Sutra] next to the two books, hoping that both of them could comprehend the Dharma and resolve their anger. Unfortunately, both of them turned a blind eye."

The old monk sighed and looked angry.

Jiang Chen was also impressed when he looked at the sweeping monk. Although his martial arts level was not as good as his, his understanding of Buddhism was much better than that of himself.

Jiang Chen spent most of his time studying and understanding martial arts in both lives. As for the principles of Taoism and Buddhist principles, he just occasionally looked at them and felt them.

Although his level of Buddhism is more sophisticated than everyone else, he is much worse than that of the monk who swept the floor.

"Mr. Xiao, have you recently felt a little painful and increasingly paralyzed at the Taiyi acupoints on your lower abdomen?"

"The monk clearly observes, it is indeed the case."

"Since the monk knows the root of his father's pain, please be kind to treat him."

"Get up, donor Xiao, only Buddhism can resolve the wounds of the Lord."

"Stop talking nonsense, let's take Brother Xiao's tricks."

Murong Fu and Xiao Feng fought again, and the two fought outside.

When they arrived at the yard outside, the two used their unique skills [Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms] and [Fighting and Turning Stars]. Just when the two of their true qi was about to collide, the sweeping monk suddenly blocked the middle.

He closed his eyes, stretched out his hands, and took the true energy with his palms. Under such a powerful force, he actually looked very relaxed. His true energy was moved by his wonderful method. Finally, his body was shocked, and Xiao Feng and Murong Fu were shaken away, and he took several steps to stop.

Everyone looked surprised. He actually took the palm power of two peerless masters with bare hands. This was really terrifying.

Of course, Jiang Chen admired him too, but if he asked Jiang Chen to do it, he might take it easier.

"The Buddhist good place, don't act rashly."

The tone of the sweeping monk was a threat in Jiang Chen's eyes.

At this time, the sweeping monk also paid attention to Jiang Chen.

From just now to now, Jiang Chen had a plain expression, and seemed not very surprised by his appearance. Even though he had shown his power just now, he looked calm.

The sweeping monk had a sharp eye like a torch, and anyone could see the fire in front of him, but the person in front of him looked ordinary, but it was hard to understand.

He immediately thought of a possibility that the young man in front of him might have a higher level than his.

It is impossible. Even if a genius starts practicing as a baby, he will never be able to surpass his current realm at this age.

Is it just that he doesn't care?

He raised his head and floated his body, which seemed ordinary, but with one palm blocked all the attacks in the world, and retreated and went to any pursuit in the world. The strictness and elegance of the defensive momentum can be said to be over, and it is also a shame. Everyone in the pavilion is all martial arts masters. When he saw him using these two moves, he shouted secretly, which made Xiao Yuanshan and his son admire him.

The sweeping monk looked at Xiao Yuanshan and said, "Will you heal the wounds for Mr. Murong?"

"I wish I could tear him to pieces. For thirty years, I have thought about this bloody hatred."

“That would be too easy.”

Unexpectedly, the old monk gently patted the waves, and the sound of the waves hit the "Baihui point" in the middle of Murong Bo's forehead. Murong Bo's every pattern and retreated, but it had no effect at all. The "Baihui point" is the most important part of the human body. Even if it is touched by a person who knows no martial arts at all, it is also likely to be injured. The old monk hit the blow, and Murong Bo's whole body was shocked, and he suddenly became exhausted and fell backwards.

"father!"

Seeing Murong Bo fall down, Murong Fu rushed over to support Murong Bo with tears in his voice.

"Dad... You monster monk, I'll fight you."
To be continued...