Shaolin ancient temple, in the Sutra Pavilion.
Dozens of eminent monks of the Xuan generation looked at the young monks carrying Buddhist scriptures, with painful expressions on their faces.
Qiao Feng followed with infinite melancholy in his eyes.
It can be expected that as time goes by, Murong Fu's degree of becoming a demon will deepen and his skill will skyrocket.
He had never beaten Murong Fu before, and now his chances were even slimmer.
It's a pity that this ancient temple on the towering Songshan Mountain will probably be burned down.
Abbot Xuanci couldn't help but turn around and asked Qiao Feng, "Gang Leader Qiao, haven't you found the whereabouts of Demon God Li Zhige yet?"
Qiao Feng was not in a high mood and shook his head.
Brother, brother, where have you been?
Haven't you heard about the recent series of things that have happened in the world?
"Amitabha! I, Shaolin, should have this calamity, and everyone in the world should have this calamity!"
Xuanci's face was sad and his tone was solemn.
Beside him, Xuan Ku said in a deep voice, "Our Shaolin temple was built during the Northern Wei Dynasty. It has been through ups and downs for more than five hundred years. What kind of disaster has it not encountered? Brother Abbot, and fellow brothers and sisters, you don't have to be so pessimistic. As long as we work together, we can get through this disaster.”
However, the monks could not lift their emotions at all.
A monk of the Xuan generation shook his head sadly and said to Xuanku, "Senior brother Xuanku, this time is different. Even Gang Leader Qiao was defeated by Murong Fu, and besides, the demon Murong Fu and the demon Li Zhige are still practicing the same thing. In martial arts, his skills are increasing all the time. Even if we tie Shaolin together, it will only increase his skills. "
Xuan Ku's expression was stiff, his tone was choked, and he said in a cold voice, "Is it true that the Beiming Divine Art is so evil, without any weaknesses or flaws?"
Qiao Feng pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice, "There is no martial arts in the world without limitations. The same goes for Beiming Divine Art, there will definitely be limitations or flaws. But my brother is not here, so it is useless for us to make random guesses."
In the Sutra Pavilion, there is a stooped old monk wearing gray monk robes holding a broom.
The old monk was sweeping the floor, but strangely, he seemed not to exist, and no one noticed his presence.
Suddenly, the old monk stopped sweeping the floor, raised his turbid eyes to look at the crowd, and said calmly, "Beiming Sheng Gong is the secret skill of the Xiaoyao sect. It was passed down from Xiaoyaozi, the founder of the sect. It focuses on accumulating true energy. The first principle is that the Beiming Divine Skill treats the Dantian Qi sea as Beiming, and can continuously absorb other people's Qi sea to fill one's own Dantian Qi sea. The more the Qi stored in the Dantian is absorbed, the deeper the skill will be. "
Qiao Feng frowned and asked subconsciously, "Senior, could it be that the Beiming Divine Skill can really absorb the true energy of others without limit? In this way, the more true energy Murong Fu absorbs, the deeper his skills will be. When the time comes, Is it true that no one can stop him?"
The other monks also looked nervously at the old monk sweeping the floor.
The old monk's eyes were cloudy, a smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and he replied calmly, "The world is made up of rules. As long as it exists between heaven and earth, it will be restricted and bound by the rules. Beiming Shen Gong Although powerful, the human body has limitations, unless the Murong Fu you call can break the limitations of the human body. "
Qiao Feng was puzzled and continued to ask, "Senior, how do you understand this statement?"
Under the expectant eyes of everyone, the old monk replied, "Everyone's body and spirit have shackles and limits, but everyone's limits are different. Comparing the human body to a barrel, it is used as a barrel to contain After a certain amount of water has been absorbed, it will no longer be able to contain it.”
"unless..."
Speaking of this place, the old monk's cloudy eyes became brighter.
Qiao Feng was a little anxious and asked, "Unless what?"
The old monk's calm tone wavered, and he replied, "Unless you break the shackles and break the limit. But there are very few people who can break the physical and mental shackles. Even if you break one layer of shackles and break the limit once, There is another layer of shackles, another layer of limits waiting for you.”
Qiao Feng was not a dull person. He understood the old monk's meaning and subconsciously asked, "What would happen if we could constantly break the shackles of body and spirit and become free from the rules of heaven and earth?"
The old monk smiled and replied to Qiao Feng, "At that time, people were no longer human beings, but gods, Buddhas, immortals, demons, and existences transcending heaven and earth."
In the Sutra Pavilion, everyone opened their mouths, and they heard knowledge they had never understood before.
Qiao Feng fell into deep thought. After a moment, he raised his head and said to the old monk, "Senior, what you are saying is that Murong Fu is not invincible. Although the Beiming Divine Skill can plunder other people's Qi skills without limit, Murong Fu's There is a limit to how much Qi can be stored in Dantian. When the amount of Qi he stores reaches the limit, he will no longer be able to plunder other people's Qi."
The old monk nodded, showed a teachable expression, and continued, "Under normal circumstances, the amount of energy that a normal person can store ranges from three hundred to five hundred years. Even though Murong Fu has a special physique, the amount of energy he can store is It will not exceed nine hundred and ninety-nine years. Nine hundred and ninety-nine years is the limit that the human body's Dantian Qihai can bear."
"Besides, there are no two identical leaves in the world, and the existence of each life is unique. Therefore, the true energy cultivated by each person carries his own unique life mark. Under normal circumstances, a person's true energy contains The life mark of the person is not obvious, but once the skill of robbing others increases, countless life marks gather together..."
Having said this, the old monk showed a look of regret on his face and sighed, "Even the talented Xiaoyaozi will inevitably fall into the devil's path and die."
Qiao Feng nodded, "So, Murong Fu is not his real self now, he has become another person."
The old monk shook his head, "He did not become another person, but became a combination of countless people's desires. Greed, arrogance, arrogance, and murder were all combined together, and he became an out-and-out demon."
Qiao Feng's eyes were worried and he spoke in a melancholy tone, "Senior, even if Murong Fu can only plunder nine hundred and ninety-nine years of skill, that's not something we can deal with."
The old monk said without hesitation, "If you want to make people perish, you must first make them crazy. The crazier Murong Fu becomes, the closer he will be to death."
However, the old monk's words could not reassure Qiao Feng and the other monks.
Xuanci locked his eyes on the old monk and asked doubtfully, "Who are you? I have been the abbot for decades, but I have never heard of the existence of a monk like you in the temple."
The other eminent monks of the Xuan generation also looked at the old monk.
In their Shaolin Temple, generation Xuan is already the highest generation, and they have never heard of the existence of the old monk.
The old monk picked up the broom and continued to sweep the floor. He said calmly, "Does it matter who I am? The six senses are completely clear, all appearances are gone, and there is no Amitabha!"
