Martial arts of the heavens, I am unstoppable since I was born

Chapter 175: Resurrection from the dead, Xu Zhu (asking for monthly ticket, )
hatred!
I am so hateful!
Not only Xiao Yuanshan and Xuan Ci hated Murong Bo, but Murong Bo also hated them both at this moment.

Originally, he could still deal with Xiao Yuanshan alone. Even if the other party knew the truth and was willing to fight for his life, Murong Bo was confident that he could get rid of Xiao Yuanshan.

If only Xuan Ci and the Shaolin masters were besieging him, Murong Bo would have the confidence to kill most of them and get away with it.

But now that the two sides have joined forces, Murong Bo feels that there is no way to go up to heaven and no door to go down to the earth, with only a single-plank bridge leading to the underworld.

How could Murong Bo not feel hatred when he died before fulfilling his ambition?
Murong Bo let out a long roar and simply gave up the idea of ​​escaping. He went crazy, with his hair disheveled, and used the Shaolin skills he had learned at will. In a moment, his momentum increased greatly, and the power of his moves increased greatly, forcing back everyone except Xiao Yuanshan.

boom! boom! boom!
After three consecutive palm strikes, both sides retreated eleven steps, swayed their bodies and vomited blood.

But before the two men and the monks could charge forward again, a skinny figure in a green robe appeared in the middle. The old monk was not young, and his sparse beard was completely white. He looked weak and did not look like a man with martial arts skills. But such an old monk who looked like he was about to die suddenly appeared among the crowd. Even Xiao Yuanshan, who had a blood feud, was shocked and stopped.

"Amitabha, this is a pure land of Buddhism, but the hearts of these two donors are filled with violence. Even if Buddha can tolerate this, this old monk cannot."

The sweeping monk sighed, "Even if there was a deep hatred, it's been over thirty years. You two have been seeing each other every day in this Sutra Library, secretly learning the unique skills of this temple together. You should have some friendship."

"It's a pity that despite being proficient in martial arts, he scoffed at the scriptures I placed aside. No wonder he has so many inner demons and is calling for war and killing."

"Master, that's right!" Seeing the Sweeping Monk's superb martial arts skills and his words suggesting he might let him go, Murong Bo immediately gave up his mortal coil and said with joy, "Buddha, have mercy on me. Murong Bo sincerely repents and wishes to leave. He will never again commit atrocities in Shaolin Temple."

"Wishful thinking!" Xiao Yuanshan was furious. He took a step forward in anger and was about to start another battle. His aura was condensed, and an angry image of Vajra was faintly visible behind him.

"What a wrathful Vajra! With your talent, why do you cling to the sufferings of the past? You must know that all the past events were like dreams and bubbles, like dew and lightning, and were all experiences. If you cling to anger and hurt others, won't you only increase your sins?" The Sweeping Monk looked at Xiao Yuanshan's Prajna Vajra Palm with admiration, and did not stop him. He just floated like a fallen leaf and came to the path that Xiao Yuanshan had to pass.

"Get away!!!"

Xiao Yuanshan was furious, the corners of his eyes cracked, and blood oozed from his red eyes. He had already put all his strength into the Prajna Vajra Palm, and the momentum increased by two points, and hit the Sweeping Monk fiercely.

The monks were shocked and angry.

However, the next moment, he saw the air outside the Sweeping Monk distorted, as if a wall of air rose from the ground. It was clearly a soft airflow like the wind, but at this moment it was harder than gold and iron, and it blocked Xiao Yuanshan's angry attack.

The figure of the angry Vajra, standing eight feet tall, is majestic, with a ferocious face and a raging rage that seems to burn all enemies in the world. Just the wind from this punch alone is enough to destroy the chest and abdomen of even a first-class master like Xuan Ci, and cause him to bleed on the spot.

However, this terrifying move was easily blocked by Sao Di, three feet away from the body!

A mere three feet of space seemed like an insurmountable chasm. Veins on Xiao Yuanshan's face were throbbing and blood was oozing from his skin. It was obvious that his skills had been pushed to the limit, but he still could not break through to the Sweeping Monk.

Moreover, he was in a difficult situation at this time. All his skills were pouring out like water. He could attack but he could not withdraw.

good chance!
Murong Bo's eyes lit up, and his figure swirled like a leaf in the wind, his trajectory unpredictable. In the blink of an eye, he arrived beside Xiao Yuanshan and slapped him down with a Great Wei Tuo Palm.

My life is over!

Xiao Yuanshan's eyes were about to burst out with anger but he had no idea what to do. At the critical moment of life and death, he was filled with anger and hatred, and had no intention of being "relieved" at all.

Succeeded?
wrong!

Murong Bo struck out with his palm, but his expression changed drastically, because a wall of air blocked him. It turned out that the Sweeping Monk had moved sideways in front of Xiao Yuanshan at the last moment, blocking the attack for him with a three-foot wall of air.

The Sweeping Monk took two fatal blows from two masters in a row, and a blush appeared on his skinny face, but he suppressed it the next moment, and his face returned to a solemn and calm expression. He said in a solemn tone:
"Amitabha, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless. Turning back is the shore. Why do you two donors persist in your mistakes?"

Murong Bo didn't hesitate at all and immediately gave in, "Turn back! Murong Bo's heart is filled with regret, and I'm turning back right now!"

"Alas!" the sweeping monk sighed, "The donor is not repentant, he is just afraid of death."

He rolled up his sleeves, and two streams of energy turned from virtual to real and hit Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan's chest, knocking them to the ground. At the same time, they closed their eyes and fainted.

The Sweeping Monk then let out a long breath, which was as long as a dragon, with several streaks of blood in it, and his skinny cheeks also had a bit more blood color. Obviously, after using two killing moves in a row, he was not as calm and composed as Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan had looked before.

Seeing the two men fall to the ground, Xuan Ci immediately stepped forward and said, "Thank you, Master, for subduing the demon. You are so powerful. I wonder which generation of eminent monks in my Shaolin Temple you are from?"

The sweeping monk shook his head and said, "I am old and have long forgotten my secular name and Buddhist name. They are just passing clouds. Abbot, there is no need to be so polite."

"Master, please wait a moment. I will take the two of them out of the temple and put an end to them!" Xuan Ci was really not polite to him. Murong Bo's threat was too great. At the same time, he also wanted to force Xiao Yuanshan to tell him where his son was.
But just as Xuan Ci was about to step forward, he was thrown out by an invisible force of energy, fell to the side, and retreated, falling into Xuan Nan's arms.

The sweeping monk seemed to have endless sighs. He sighed again and said helplessly, "The abbot is anxious, but what can we do..."

However, he lacks the strength to protect Shaolin.

Xuan Ci felt that the Sweeping Monk's gaze was full of offense, but out of respect for his strength, he chose to ignore it and simply asked respectfully, "Master, what do you mean?"

"These two have suffered from the eight sufferings in their hearts, but their natural talents are quite impressive. They have diligently practiced the seventy-two unique skills for so many years, and they are destined to be with us Buddha. They should resolve their evil spirits, return to the right path, and become our Buddha's disciples, remaining in Shaolin Temple to cultivate in peace."

The Sweeping Monk stretched out his hand and flicked it, and two streams of energy hit Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan's chest at the same time.

"Ho-"

The two men suddenly sat up. They had stopped breathing and opened their mouths like fish flapping on the shore, breathing in the fresh air frantically, with fear in their eyes.

"Amitabha, the two donors have returned from the dead, but are you still obsessed with the deep hatred and blood feud of the past, trying to end the hatred by killing?"

The Sweeping Monk asked in a gentle voice, with a kind look on his face, just like a kind elder asking his grandson if he wanted any more candy.

But his gentle tone automatically turned into something else when heard by Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo:

"Do you still hate it? If you do, then die again."

They both shuddered.

Even a ruthless man like Xiao Yuanshan couldn't withstand the thought of death. He immediately experienced enlightenment and said, "I am willing to let go of my hatred, leave Shaolin Temple, reunite with my son, return to the Liao Dynasty, and live a peaceful life as a herdsman." Murong Bo nodded enthusiastically and said, "I am the same. From now on, I will work honestly and be a decent person. I will never again aspire to become an emperor."

The Sweeping Monk's long eyebrows covered his eyes, his gaze dimming beneath his lashes. He spoke helplessly, "It seems you two still haven't fully grasped enlightenment. I'm afraid you're just trying to be polite. Why don't you leave Shaolin Temple first?"

"However, although you two have diligently practiced the 72 unique skills for many years, you don't know that most of these 72 skills were acquired by the Shaolin Temple through subduing demons. Only by incorporating Buddhist teachings can the demonic nature be subdued. You only practice martial arts without cultivating Buddhist teachings and understanding the Buddhist scriptures. You have already developed numerous hidden dangers."

As he spoke, he gave each of them some instructions and asked them to press the acupoints on their bodies. Sure enough, there was a sharp pain, which made Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan change their expressions at the same time.

Murong Bo was very perceptive and quickly understood what the Sweeping Monk meant. Although he felt bitter in his heart, he remained respectful and said, "My disciple has been fighting bravely and ruthlessly, and has been stubborn and unrepentant, which has led to many hidden dangers. I wish to become your disciple and cultivate in seclusion in Shaolin Temple from now on."

Seeing his example, Xiao Yuanshan had no choice but to follow suit and chose to stay in Shaolin Temple for the time being, preparing to wait out the Sweeping Monk before taking revenge.

He is now in good health, with profound internal skills. He can live for at least another 30 years. This old monk looks like a dry bamboo and rotten wood. There is no way he can live longer than him!
So the Sweeping Monk went in front, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo followed behind, and the three of them went to the Sutra Library together.

Things pause...

Shit!

Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan were fine for the time being, but Xuan Ci was anxious.

Xuan Ci knew that he would not be able to get away with it today, and since he had let Ye Erniang down for many years, he was unwilling to argue. He stepped forward, grabbed Xiao Yuanshan's sleeve, and asked:
"Where is my son?"

The monks were shocked when they heard this. They didn't expect that the abbot actually had a son. Doesn't that mean that Ye Erniang's story is also true?

The highly respected Shaolin abbot and the evil female devil...

Can they even get together?
Er Niang was a gentle and considerate woman back then. If she hadn't lost her child and her personality hadn't changed drastically, how could she have been known for doing so many evil things?
Xuan Ci knew what these monks were thinking even without looking, but he was too lazy to care about it at the moment. He just wanted to know where his son was so that he could find him to comfort Ye Erniang and give her someone to rely on in the future.

——As the abbot of Shaolin, he committed such a big mistake, and his death is not enough to appease the monks’ resentment!
Xiao Yuanshan was furious, but when he noticed the sweeping monk's glance, he suppressed his anger and acted like someone who had come to his senses. He pointed at an ugly monk in the crowd and said, "I was separated from my wife and children back then. When I saw you and Ye Erniang living happily together, I felt resentment in my heart, so I beat her up and stole your child and left him in the temple's vegetable garden.

At that time, I thought that if he died, you and your son would be separated by the Yin and Yang, just like me and my wife. If he was lucky enough to survive, you and your son would not recognize each other when they met, just like me and my son, and it would be considered revenge.

"Amitabha, when will the cycle of revenge end? Now that everything has been explained clearly, please follow me to resolve the evil in your heart. Abbot, I will take my leave."

The Sweeping Monk sighed again and left with Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan.

The dull and ugly monk in the crowd was suddenly stunned as if struck by lightning. He looked left and right, and finally pointed at his nose and said in confusion:

"I?"

The monks around him retreated in a large circle like the receding tide, looking at him with curiosity.

No matter who you are or where you are, it is human nature to eat melons.

This is the monk...

"So ugly!"

Someone in the crowd said this, and the monks nodded in agreement. Even Xuanci felt a little skeptical.

Since he could become the abbot of Shaolin Temple, he must be good-looking - even though Buddha said that appearance and skin are external things, there are few true Buddhas in this world, and most of them are vulgar people who judge people by their appearance. Therefore, his appearance is outstanding among his peers.

As for Ye Erniang, you can say she is bad, or you can say she is vicious, but you definitely cannot say she is ugly.

So looking at the ugly monk in front of him, Xuan Ci was speechless.

The monk was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a big flat nose, protruding ears, very thick lips, and an ugly face. His monk robe had many patches on it. Although it was very clean, it was obvious that he was not of high status and was obviously not very proficient in martial arts.

Xuanci became more and more unconvinced.

Whether it is him or Ye Erniang, their martial arts aptitude cannot be said to be one in a million, but they are definitely talented. In the end, this is what their son is like?

Not only Xuanci didn't believe it, even the other monks had doubts and many of their words were offensive.

Xu Zhu was not angry, but just lowered his head in shame and wanted to hide from the crowd, but was stopped by Xuan Ci.

"Since Xiao Yuanshan said you are my son, then come with me to meet your mother."

Although he didn't believe it, Xuan Ci was quite satisfied with Xu Zhu when he saw his honest and kind appearance, not showing any anger despite the harsh words around him. He felt relieved that even if a man of this character would be bullied after his death, he could still take good care of Ye Erniang.

Xuanci took Xuzhu into the Zen room.

The monks wanted to follow, but were scolded by the senior monks of the Xuan generation and dispersed. Then the senior monks of the Xuan generation filed in.

Xu Zhu was seen in disheveled clothes, his monk's robe was ripped open, revealing the nine scars on his back. He and Ye Erniang were hugging each other and crying bitterly.

Ye Erniang had been acting crazy all the way, so it was naturally impossible for her to take a shower. Even the high monks of the Xuan generation standing at the door felt a little disgusted by the smell on her body.

However, Xuanci and Xuzhu did not show any disgust. Seeing this, the monks also felt that although Xuzhu was ugly, his character was truly rare.

When Xuanci saw the monks coming in, he tied up his own cassock and handed it to Xu Zhu, asking him to take Ye Erniang to wait aside, while he calmly decided the punishment with his fellow disciples.

He was beaten with eighty sticks and died in front of the monks.

At the same time, Xu Zhu was also expelled from Shaolin.

He pressed the cassock into Xu Zhu's arms and said, "Take my cassock as a token of trust and go to Minzhong Temple to find Hui Jing. He and I are very close friends, and he will definitely take good care of you."

(End of this chapter)