The beginning of Tianlong is second to Murong Fu

Chapter 69
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"The second time Layman Xiao came to read it was a set of Prajna palms. At that time, the old monk knew that Layman Xiao had become more and more obsessed with demons. In addition to being a little regretful, he also felt unbearable, so he read it after Layman Xiao often read it. A Lotus Sutra and a Miscellaneous Agama Sutra were placed around, but Layman Xiao was obsessed with martial arts and could not extricate himself from it, but he ignored the authentic Buddhism at all."

Shaking his head innocently, he said with a sigh.

"The master means that those two scriptures can save me from the sea of ​​suffering?!"

Xiao Yuanshan hurriedly asked, with a hint of regret on his face.

"That's right, it's a pity that Jushi Xiao is only thinking about stealing the best martial arts, and he is addicted to the sea of ​​​​suffering without knowing it, let alone when he will be able to extricate himself."

Shaking his head innocently, he said regretfully.

After hearing the answer of innocence, Xiao Yuanshan's complexion was painful, he hesitated to speak, and thousands of thoughts came to his mind.

"Later, Layman Murong also came to the Sutra Pavilion. The old monk thought that Layman Murong still had some literary talents of the Southern Dynasty in his heart, but he didn't expect that Your Excellency also came for the classics of martial arts. Like Layman Xiao, he also has demons in his heart."

Innocence paused, then shook his head and continued.

"Since the master knew everything in the dark, why didn't he show up to stop it, but let us enter and leave the forbidden area of ​​Shaolin Temple at will?!"

Murong Bo frowned and asked puzzledly.

Xuanci, who was standing at the gate of the scripture-storage pavilion, became more serious as he listened to it. He didn't expect Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo to hide in the scripture-storage pavilion for decades, secretly practicing Shaolin and martial arts. He is an expert, and he can't help but feel ashamed to be the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

"In the past, people who bought straws to return pearls have been laughed at for thousands of years. The two laymen are high-ranking people in the world, but they also did this foolish act. It is harmful to others and not beneficial to themselves. Compared with Layman Xiao, layman Murong is even more greedy."

"Smelly monk! What are you talking about?! You are not allowed to humiliate my father!"

When Murong Fu heard this, he pointed at Wu Zui and shouted loudly, with an angry expression on his face.

"Shut up! Don't be rude to the master!"

Murong Bo stopped Murong Fu in time, and gave a dissatisfied stare.

"Layman Xiao only studied the existing martial arts of the Shaolin School, but Layman Murong stole all the 72 unique skills of the Shaolin School, and even copied a copy. If the old monk's guess is correct, Layman Murong should be I don’t know if the old monk’s words are right when he taught the 72 special skills to this Tubo monk.”

While talking innocently, he put down the broom and turned to look at Jiumozhi on the roof.I finally stopped scanning, probably because I was a little tired.

When Jiumozhi heard that Wugui had called his name, he glanced at the people around him and the crowd outside the courtyard gate, and squinted his eyes.

"Jumozhi, you are wrong, completely wrong, the order is reversed, and disaster is imminent."

Wuzui looked at Jiumozhi, shook his head and said, he couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

Hearing Wugui's words, Jiumozhi hesitated for a moment, jumped off the roof, landed in the courtyard, and stood in front of Wugui.

Seeing this, the other people on the roof also fled into the courtyard.

"Hmph, what order is reversed, disaster is imminent, are the old monk's words alarmist?"

Jiumozhi stared at Wu Zui gloomyly, and said with disdain.

"It's not alarmist talk, National Teacher, please return the Yi Jin Jing to me."

As Wuzui said, he stretched out his hand to Jiumozhi.

"Yi Jin Jing? What Yi Jin Jing? Your words are making people more and more confused."

Jiumozhi pouted and said.

Wuzui was stunned for a moment, then withdrew his hand helplessly, and began to pace back and forth in the courtyard.

"The Tubo national teacher is always my Buddhist disciple and studies Buddhism intensively, but if he does not take compassion into his heart, he will not be able to eliminate the hostility that was contaminated when practicing these superior martial arts, and it will be too late to regret it at that time, and it will be too late to recover."

While walking innocently, he said slowly.

Hearing Wuzui's words, Jiumozhi's eyes were stern, he spread out his right palm, secretly accumulating true energy, taking advantage of the moment when Wuzui turned his back to him, he suddenly slapped out, and the palm directly hit Wuzui's back!
But then everyone's eyes widened in surprise, because the innocence who was pacing slowly exuded vigorous qi suddenly, and even his clothes were stretched up, and then Jiumozhi's body was lifted. The palm strength became invisible, as if nothing happened.

All the people present saw this scene, they were amazed by the profound internal strength of Wu Zui, but they couldn't help but sneered at Jiumozhi's insidiousness.

"Master, no matter whether you are from Tubo or where, you are a Buddhist. How can you hurt someone secretly? Isn't it a bit unreasonable?"

Qiao Feng looked at Jiumozhi coldly, and said in a deep voice.

"What? Does Xiao Xia look like an enemy to everyone? It's not you who hurt the little monk. The old monk hasn't said anything yet. Why is Xiao Xia so anxious?"

Jiumozhi snorted coldly, and said disdainfully.

"mean!"

Qiao Feng roared angrily, and was about to make a move.

"Amitabha, Xiao Daxia has a kind heart, thank you for worrying about the old monk, but there is no need to get angry for a stranger like the old monk, not to mention that he didn't hurt me."

At this moment, Wuzui turned around safely, nodded slightly to Qiao Feng, and then looked at Jiumozhi.

Qiao Feng glared at Jiumozhi, but said nothing.

"Isn't the national teacher using the Xiao Wuxiang Kungfu of the Xiaoyao School? Based on this, all of Shaolin's 72 unique skills can be used, but they are somewhat nondescript and specious."

Wuzui looked at Jiumozhi, shook his head and said.

Jiumozhi didn't speak, but squinted his eyes, and a sternness flashed in his eyes again, he looked warily at the monks of Shaolin Temple surrounding him, and frowned involuntarily.

"All the signs in the national teacher's body indicate that after you have practiced the Xiao Wuxiang Kungfu of the Xiaoyao Sect, you have gone to practice the Yijinjing, the secret book of internal exercises in this temple. Therefore, I say that you are in great trouble."

Wu Zui looked at Jiumozhi and said slowly.

Jiumozhi frowned, originally wanted to ask what was going on, but because he had just sneaked up on the old monk, he didn't know how to speak, and the old monk had already ignored him and turned to look at others.

"Lady Xiao, have you recently felt a dull pain in the Liangmen and Taiyi acupoints on your lower abdomen?"

Wuzui looked at Xiao Yuanshan, and continued.

"God monk Mingjian, that's right, how did you know?"

Xiao Yuanshan was shocked, looked blankly at Wuzui and asked.

"The numbness on your Guanyuan point has become more serious recently, right?"

Wuzui looked at Xiao Yuanshan, and asked again.

"Ah? The sore spot was there ten years ago, how did the monk know?"

Xiao Yuanshan said with trembling lips, the surprise on his face was self-evident.

Qiao Feng, who was standing by the side, heard this, and hurriedly knelt down in front of the innocent.

"God monk, since you know the root cause of my father's illness, you still hope for mercy."

Qiao Feng clasped his hands together, and said respectfully to Wugui.

"There is no need to be too polite. The benefactor is kind-hearted. He cares about the common people in the world. He does not want to hurt the people of Song and Liao because of personal enmity. He is so benevolent and righteous. If there is any order, the old monk will obey it. Please ask the benefactor."

Wuzui looked at Qiao Feng, stretched out his right hand, and said slowly.

"Thank you, monk, thank you very much."

Qiao Feng smiled and buckled his head twice, then slowly got up.

When Murong Fu on the side saw this, he couldn't help but eager to try, but he was proud and arrogant since he was a child, but he couldn't let it go, and he didn't want to kneel down to others like Qiao Feng.

Sure enough, next, Wuzui turned around and looked at Murong Bo beside him.

(End of this chapter)