In the Sutra Pavilion, everyone looked at the old monk sweeping the floor with expressions of unknown severity.
Although I don’t know who this old monk is.
But inexplicably, everyone felt that this was an eminent monk, a truly virtuous eminent monk.
Xuanci looked at the old monk with burning eyes, clasped his hands, and said respectfully, "Senior, Murong Fu will go up the mountain soon. The young monk Xuanci begged senior to take action to save Shaolin from danger and help the world when the building is about to collapse."
The rest of the people then spoke one after another, "I beg senior to take action to save Shaolin from danger and help the world when the building is about to collapse."
In the expectant eyes of everyone, the old monk put down the broom in his hand and said with a sigh, "I have lived in Buddhism for fifty years. I have been sweeping the ground in this Sutra Pavilion for fifty years. I have also read Buddhist scriptures for fifty years. I haven’t touched anyone in fifty years, and I don’t know if my old bones can still move.”
Xuanci's eyes flickered, he knelt on the ground with his feet bent, and kowtowed three times to the old monk, "Senior, please have mercy on all the people in the world."
"Senior, please have mercy on all the people in the world!"
Looking at a group of kneeling eminent monks, Qiao Feng stood aside and frowned slightly. He always felt that something was wrong.
The old monk's eyes were cloudy and he let out a long sigh, "It's okay! All causes and effects will eventually be repaid. Anyway, my old bones are about to be buried in the ground. If I do something for the people of the world before I die, it can be considered as atonement for my early crimes. The next evil."
Hearing that the old monk agreed to take action, Xuanci and others showed joy on their faces.
Xuanci and others were not happy for long. A young monk hurriedly ran into the Sutra Pavilion. His face was red, he was panting violently, and he panicked and said, "Master Abbot, elders, Murong Fu is here. He has arrived at the foot of the mountain. Come up to the mountain!"
Xuanci and others suddenly turned their heads and looked at the old monk with an indifferent expression.
The old monk looked calm, put down the broom in his hand and stepped out of the Sutra Pavilion. He said calmly, "Let's go and see the benefactor Murong Fu. The old monk will try to see if he can persuade him to put down his butcher knife and help him become a Buddha." "
Seeing the old monk's calm face, Xuanci and others followed the old monk in high spirits and walked towards the gate of the ancient temple.
No matter how good Murong Fu Mo Kung is, how can he shake the ancient Shaolin Temple?
At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, in a gilt sedan.
Murong Fu, who was wearing a dragon robe and a crown on his head, opened the beaded curtain and looked at the ancient temple on the mountainside with green eyes. His eyes were crazy and he said to himself, "Destroy Shaolin. Who in the world of martial arts would dare not listen to me?" Order?"
In front of the mountain gate, the old monk with a stooped body and wrinkled face was the leader, followed by Xuanci and other dozens of Shaolin eminent monks of the Xuan generation.
Qiao Feng stood in the crowd and watched the sedan slowly walking towards the mountainside. He had a very bad feeling.
Looking at the indifferent old monk in front of him, Qiao Feng still felt uneasy.
Although I can't see through the depth of this senior, can this senior really suppress Murong Fu?
As the sedan chair got closer and closer, the old monk did not speak, and Xuanci and others did not dare to speak. Everyone held their breath, making the atmosphere depressing.
The sedan moved slowly and stopped in front of the mountain gate.
The leading man walked up to the sedan. He knelt on the ground and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, Shaolin has arrived."
One hand reached out and opened the bead curtain.
Murong Fu, who was wearing a dragon robe and a crown on his head, came out. He stepped on the big man's back and fell to the ground. He looked at the people in front of the mountain gate with crazy eyes, a ferocious smile on his face, and his voice was full of violence, "I knew I was coming. Songshan, so you met me outside the mountain gate in advance?”
"Welcoming you? Murong Fu, do you really think that you are the emperor after wearing a dragon robe and a crown? You are just wearing a crown to show off your monkeys! We made a special trip to wait outside the mountain gate, just because we are afraid that you, an evil heretic, will pollute the holy land of Buddhism. Has."
Xuan Ku had a bad temper, and when he saw Murong Fu wearing a dragon robe and a crown on his head, he couldn't help but get angry and scolded him one after another.
Murong Fu's eyes flashed with green light, he smiled ferociously, and then he reached out and grabbed the air.
The terrifying suction force came from Murong Fu's palm, causing Xuan Ku to lose his balance and throw himself towards Murong Fu.
"How brave!"
Seeing Murong Fu attack his mentor, Qiao Feng's hair was messy and he pushed out with both hands.
hold head high!
The roar of the dragon that shook the sky echoed in Shaoshi Mountain, and a divine dragon opened its teeth and claws to bite Murong Fu away.
However, Murong Fu's actions made Qiao Feng's heart freeze.
Murong Fu used one hand to deflect Qiao Feng's attack, causing Xuan Ci and others to take a few steps back in shock.
Qiao Feng's palm power is unparalleled in the martial arts world, and Xuanci and others know this. But Qiao Feng took action with anger, and Murong Fu was able to easily bounce back with the Star Shift. From this, we can get a glimpse of how terrifying Murong Fu's skills were.
"Amitabha!"
Seeing that Xuanku was about to fall into Murong Fu's hands, the old monk took a step forward and slashed his sword vertically with one hand, cutting off the terrifying suction force from Murong Fu and allowing Xuanku to stabilize his body.
Xuan Ku steadied his body and looked at Murong Fu with lingering fear. There were traces of sweat on his forehead. The monk's clothes were unknowingly soaked with cold sweat.
Xuanci and others cheered up.
Breaking sword!
It's the Breaking Knife!
Xuanci and others saw that the old monk was using a breaking sword. It's just that they never thought that the Ring-breaking Knife could also exert such great power.
Murong Fu's expression was a little surprised. He looked at the old monk with a hunched body and wrinkled face with a ferocious smile. His voice was hoarse and violent and he said, "Shaolin is indeed the holy land of martial arts. I didn't expect that there is a master like you hidden. But the more powerful you are, the more powerful you are." The deeper it is, the more beneficial it is to me!”
As he spoke, Murong Fu's eyes glowed with green and evil light, and he stretched out his scarlet tongue to lick his lips, his twisted face full of greed.
The old monk faced Murong Fu from a distance. He clasped his hands and said calmly, "Amitabha! The sea of suffering is boundless, and you can only find the shore when you turn back. Donor Murong, your obsession is too deep and you have fallen into the devil's way. While you are not deeply enchanted, turn back quickly, like this There is still a chance of survival. As the saying goes, if you can put down the butcher's knife, you will become a Buddha. Donor Murong, as long as you can put down the butcher's knife, you are not far away from becoming a Buddha."
"Hahahaha...joke! This is really the funniest joke I have ever heard. If you can become a Buddha by putting down the butcher knife, then you might as well go kill people! When you have killed enough people, come back and put down the butcher knife. Isn’t it good? Why practice Buddhism?”
"Besides, I never thought about becoming a Buddha!"
"Monks, I give you a choice. Either you surrender to me, or I kill you all, send you to the West to see the Buddha, and then burn Shaolin to the ground!"
Murong Fu's crazy laughter echoed on the mountainside, and his twisted face was full of ridicule.
"Arrogant!"
"Murong Fu, you don't know how high the sky is!"
"Senior please take action to succumb to the demon!"
Xuanci and others were all extremely angry. They loudly rebuked Murong Fu and turned to look at the old monk, who was stooped and wrinkled.
The old monk let out a deep breath, looked at Murong Fu solemnly, and said calmly, "Donor Murong, I was just like you in the past! Fortunately, I was able to put down the butcher knife and look back in time, so that I could avoid falling into the devil's path. , thus surviving for fifty years.”
Murong Fu smiled evilly, his tone full of ridicule, "So, old monk, have you become a Buddha?"
The old monk shook his head, "I didn't become a Buddha, but I saw the Buddha."
"Since you have seen the Buddha, I will send you to the West and let you always be by the Buddha's side!"
Murong Fu suddenly stepped on the ground, whipping up the strong wind, and shot out towards the old monk like a human-shaped cannonball.
