Poor Monk! Tathagata Madman, Kill Karma and Behead Crime

　　There was a bit of emotion in the sweeping monk's tone.

　　If Maha Nie is in Shaolin, it is definitely a brand new picture now.

　　Gum!

　　Xu Zhu swallowed and swallowed his saliva, and reached the sixth rank before it was completed. If it was completely perfected, it would be either the eighth rank or the ninth rank.

　　"The disciple is ashamed of himself."

　　"You don't have to belittle yourself, Yi Jin Jing will improve your root bone, and washing marrow Jing will open up your supernatural powers.

　　Sweeping monks do not ask Xuzhu to reach the height of Mahanai.

　　"If there is nothing else, after completing today's schoolwork, heal the wounds of the returning monks... I persuaded Fangzheng not to join in, alas~~"

　　"Yes."

　　Xu Zhu bowed and bowed again, and withdrew.

　　After two hours,

　　Xu Zhu returned to his room exhausted, and after becoming a disciple of the Sweeping Monk, his status rose, and he also had a courtyard of his own.

　　Just lit the candle.

　　A strong, cold wind blew past, blowing the candles out.

　　Xu Zhu's eyes flashed with sternness, and his skill suddenly increased, and he was suddenly a long prajna palm with an open mind and slapped the uninvited guest.

　　"who?"

　　boom!

　　boom!

　　The comers responded with finger force, and when they made moves, it seemed that they had analyzed Xuzhu's moves, and easily defused Xuzhu's offensive.

　　"Vajra Fingers!"

　　"Little monk, if you don't want to know your own background, just continue to take action." The visitor made a surprising speech and stepped back.

　　Xu Zhu was shocked when he heard the words, and did not continue to shoot.

　　"you know?"

　　"No! Who are you? You keep saying that you know my background, and you come here with a shaggy head. You definitely have ulterior motives!"

　　If it was in the past, Xu Zhu would definitely have been fooled, but after learning the Sutra for Washing the Marrow, his wisdom gradually became clear.

　　"Hehe... The little monk is a lot smarter."

　　The visitor pulled down the mask, revealing the old face below, which was an unfamiliar face to Xu Zhu.

　　Anyone who knows him knows that he is Murong Bo.

　　"Your parents are under Jiuquan, and they should be happy to see your current achievements."

　　boom!

　　Xu Zhu's body trembled.

　　"Who are my parents?"

　　"You are not familiar with their names. Your father is Xuanci, and your mother is Erniang Ye. The two of them had a fight twenty years ago, and they had you." Murong Bo said gloomily.

　　His eyes contained strong resentment and murderous intent.

　　Gusu Murong was completely finished, and Murong Fu was escorted to Xianyang. Murong Fu was charged with the crime of embroidery thief and his party, and Murong Fu would surely die.

　　Murong Bo tried to rob prisoners.

　　The prison car has Lu Xiaofeng guarding it in the bright place, and there are nets and secret guards in the dark place. Whoever comes to rob someone is a word—death!

　　Watching the parent and child come to an end, Murong Bo's heart was twisted like a knife, and the hatred and resentment in his heart were growing every moment.

　　He wants revenge!

　　To take revenge on the Mahabharata who caused Gusu Murong's demise, for this he can do whatever it takes, regardless of the cost.

　　Xuzhu is one of the moves. .

Chapter 165

　　After a short period of shock, Xu Zhu came back to his senses.

　　"Only based on your one-sided words, without conclusive evidence, I will not believe you, and believe that Mahanai is my nemesis."

　　"Siren has passed away, this old man really can't show any evidence." Murong Bo said sternly.

　　He paused.

　　"The old man once heard that there is a method of recognizing relatives. The blood of the relatives is dripped on their bones, and the blood is melted into them, which proves that the two are related by blood."

　　Murong Bo looked at Xuzhu.

　　He came prepared, and naturally made a sound plan.

　　Xuzhu was silent.

　　half an hour,

　　Xu Zhu said in a stern voice: "You came to tell me about my life experience, you have a revenge with Mahavira, and you want to use my power to take revenge."

　　"Not bad!"

　　Murong Bo admitted frankly.

　　"My son Murong Fu died because of him, and the Murong family will never end. If this revenge is not avenged, even if I die, I will not be reconciled!-"

　　It turned out that he was Murong Bo.

　　Xu Zhu guessed his identity.

　　"The magician Pang Ban died in his hands, what can I do as a little grandmaster?"

　　"Hehe~~ Mahanai defeated Pang Ban, but he was also injured, the injury caused by Pang Ban." Murong Bo grinned.

　　Live like a ghost, and like a lunatic.

　　"As for your realm..."

　　"Have you heard of the Yasha Pond in the North? If you put the undead in the Yaksha Pond, your martial arts will improve dramatically."

　　"It really is ulterior motives!"

　　Xu Bamboo raised his luck, and he was about to make a move.

　　Investing in the Yasha Pond can certainly improve the realm extremely quickly, but those who come out of the Yasha Pond will slowly become obsessed.

　　"slow!"

　　Murong Bo's eyelids twitched and he hurriedly stopped it.

　　"I'm absolutely sincere! I'll jump into the Yaksha Pond one step ahead of you, and pass on the improved skills to you..."

　　clap la la...

　　Xuzhu's palm stopped abruptly, and stopped in front of Murong Bode's door. The palm wind swept through the house, and the doors, windows, and ornaments shook unceasingly.

　　Murong Bo's face was pale.

　　Also a master, Xu Zhu, who holds the Sutra of Washing the Marrow and the Sutra of Yi Jin, is much stronger than him, and he will definitely die in a head-to-head fight.

　　"There is also a strange thing in the north called Dragon Ball. It is said that it has an incredible effect. Those who got the Dragon Ball at the beginning have become the overlords of one party."

　　"You mean, use Dragon Balls to offset the influence of Yasha Pond?" Xu Zhu pondered.

　　To be honest, he was moved.

　　Murong Bo licked his lips and said, "Buddhist martial arts restrain your inner demons, and with the help of Dragon Balls, you can be the first person to perfectly gain strength from Yasha Pond."

　　"Parent's enmity, as a parent and child, if you turn a blind eye, how is it different from beasts and beasts?"

　　"Besides..."

　　Murong Bo sneered at the corner of his mouth.

　　"Is the sweeper really satisfied with you? No, the successor he most agrees with in his heart is Mahanai, you are just a substitute."

　　Pong!

　　The last sentence pierced into Xu Zhu's heart like a sharp sword.

　　He couldn't help but reminisce about the conversation he had with the Sweeping Monk today, and he had never felt the admiration for Mahanha in his words.

　　Am I really a substitute?

　　Once this thought surfaced, it never went away.

　　"You can think clearly, even if you don't want to avenge your parents, you don't want to live in the shadow of Mahavira all your life... I will wait for you at the wine shop at the foot of the mountain."

　　Murong Bo didn't dare to stay for a long time. If the floor sweeper discovered that he had bewitched Xu Zhu, he would not have to kill him.

　　The words fall.

　　Murong Bo jumped out of the room, blended into the night, and quickly left Shaolin.

　　He didn't know.

　　From the moment he stepped into Shaolin, the Sweeper already knew that he was here, and the Sweeper knew exactly the content of his conversation with Xuzhu.

　　Why didn't show up.

　　It is to bewitched by external demons as a test to Xuzhu. If you can stick to your heart, then the future can be expected and the great road can be achieved.

　　If no...

　　But a stupid thing.

　　The sweeping monk closed his eyes and fell asleep in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

　　……

　　After many plans, one person was defeated, and finally the main behind the "Plan to Create Heaven" were alerted to the evil of Maha.