Take the system to break into the dragon

Zhang Xiaofan brought trouble to Jiumozhi because, firstly, he couldn't stand the idea of ​​Jiumozhi, a monk who came to our country to run wild and stir up troubles everywhere; secondly, as the head of Xiaoyao Sect, he secretly imitated Xiao Wuxiang.

He needs to teach him some lessons; thirdly, as Duan Yu’s sworn brother, he can also give him some vent.

The two of them fought for more than sixty moves, and Jiumozhi was once again shown to be defeated, which shocked him greatly. He had been practicing for more than fifty years, and he thought that there were not many people in the world who could resist him, but he didn't expect that this weakling boy could actually...

It is really strange to force oneself to such a point. As everyone knows, Zhang Xiaofan and Li Qiu Shui, one of the three elders of Xiaoyao, are also people who can fight a hundred moves without showing defeat. Compared with Li Qiu Shui, Jiumo's intelligence is inferior.

There are many, so naturally they are no match for Zhang Xiaofan.

Seeing that he was outmatched, Jiumozhi felt anxious. He was on the spot when Zhang Xiaofan shot Ding Chunqiu to death. However, he could not hide his possession of the Xiaowu Xiang Gong from the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect. If

He was accidentally captured by Zhang Xiaofan and used himself to save others, but this time it turned out to be very bad.

So Jiumozhi didn't care about anything else, and tried his best to slash out several flame knives, forcing Zhang Xiaofan to retreat, and said urgently: "Brother Murong, if you don't help me, I'm afraid this poor monk won't be able to hold on, and I'm afraid he will talk nonsense in a hurry.

Say it." It turns out that Jiumozhi knew that Murong Bo was nearby, and that he and Murong Bo made some shady deals back then. Although he didn't know what Murong Bo's purpose was here, he had no choice but to kill Murong Bo because he was a Taoist friend and not a poor Taoist.

It's been dragged down.

Xuanci proclaimed the name of Buddha and said: "It turns out that the old benefactor Murong Bo is still alive, which is really gratifying. But back then you falsely conveyed the news and said that the Khitan warriors were coming to Shaolin Temple in large numbers to seize martial arts classics, which led to all kinds of big mistakes.

Can you give an explanation to the heroes of the world?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a joyful voice came from outside the temple: "Daddy, daddy... you are not dead?" A figure flashed and it turned out to be Gusu Murongfu. The death of Quan Guanqing, among the Beggar Clan

People suspected that Feng Bo was behind Feng Bo and had been investigating Feng Bo. Murong Fu asked Feng Bo and wanted to go to Luoyang Beggar Clan chief to explain the matter to avoid making things worse. But on the way, he heard about Abbot Xuanci and guessed that Qiao

Feng might go to Shaolin, so he came to Shaolin Temple. From a distance, he heard someone saying that his father was still alive, so he rushed over.

"Oh! Idiot!" With a soft sigh, a monk in gray clothes walked out. The man took off his green scarf and stretched out his hand to pull off the veil, revealing a face with clear eyes and long white eyebrows. The monk in gray clothes looked at

Murong Fu had a kind face. Zhang Xiaofan silently used the system to check this person's level.

Name: Murong Bo

Level:34

Zhang Xiaofan saw Murong Bo coming out, and Xiao Yuanshan should be nearby. Although Zhang Xiaofan could eliminate many other hidden dangers for Qiao Feng, he could not prevent the father and son from recognizing each other, so he took the opportunity to stop.

Murong Bo saluted Xuanci and said, "It was my fault for what happened back then. Please let me settle my personal matters first and then apologize to the abbot." After that, he pointed at Zhang Xiaofan and said to Murong Fu, "I heard that this is the person who asked you to do so.

Stay away?"

Murong Fu said: "My skills are not as good as others, so I won't lose unjustly. But before, I was sitting in a well watching the sky. From now on, I will just continue to practice kung fu hard."

"Confused! Have you forgotten your mission? If this kid specifically blocks your great cause from now on, how will you treat him? You have to stay away? People who achieve great things don't stick to trivial matters. How can you judge success or failure based only on martial arts? If you keep doing this, how can you talk about recovery?

Dayan?" Murong Bo scolded sharply.

Murong Fu lowered his head and said, "This is what father taught you."

Zhang Xiaofan originally wanted to eat quietly for a while, but Murong Bo made a surprising turn and put a flying pot on his head. A few days ago, he thought that Murong Fu was actually a malleable person, but his stance was different, and Murong Bo

He was actually given a meal of poisonous chicken soup to turn his own son into a black man and push him into a pit.

Abbot Xuanci was focused on what happened back then, but he could not let Murong Bo blur it out with other things, and said: "Old donor Murong, I have been friends with you for many years, and I have always respected your character. That day you told me about this,

I believed it deeply. Later, I killed a good man by mistake, but I never saw you again. Later, I heard that you passed away due to illness, and I mourned deeply. I always only said that you were just like me at that time, and you also misbelieved people's words, which made me sad.

He made an unintentional mistake, felt guilty in his heart, and died young. Who would have thought... Alas!" His long sigh actually contained endless regret and blame.

"Okay, the big enemies who have been hiding for thirty years are finally together today." A cold snort came, and a black-clothed monk wearing a turban walked out of the crowd. The monk took off the veil covering his face.

When everyone took a look at the face scarf, they found that his appearance was exactly the same as Qiao Feng's, except that he was older.

Qiao Feng looked surprised, stepped forward, knelt on the ground, and shouted in a trembling voice: "You... you are my father..."

The man laughed loudly and said: "Good boy, good boy, I am your father. We have the same body shape and appearance as father and son. No need to remember, everyone knows that I am your father." He stretched out his hand and pulled.

He opened his chest, revealing a tattooed wolf head, and lifted Qiao Feng up with his left hand.

Qiao Feng pulled open his clothes, revealing the toothy, green wolf head on his chest. Then he turned around

He turned to Zhang Xiaofan and said: "So, I am indeed a Khitan. Second brother, you have known it for a long time, right?" It turns out that Qiao Feng had felt something fishy since the incident in Xingzi Lin, and secretly explored his martial arts skills.

Gao Qiang, if he eavesdropped intentionally, no one would find out. When Shan Zheng, the stern judge, was talking to Elder Xu, he heard that he was a Khitan. He thought about how his second sworn brother killed the leader of the Khitan Kingdom and did such a big thing.

, it should be for himself. But if he is really a Khitan, then he will be very jealous of the Khitan.

Zhang Xiaofan nodded and said nothing.

Xiao Yuanshan said: "Yes, my father and son are Khitan people, and you should be called Xiao Feng. That day, your mother and I held you in our arms and went to your grandmother's house. Unexpectedly, passing by Yanmen Pass, dozens of Chinese warriors leaped forward.

Come out and kill your mother and my entourage. The Song Dynasty and the Khitan had enmity and killed each other. It was not a strange thing, but these Chinese warriors ambush behind the mountain, which is obviously premeditated. Now it seems that the old thief Murong lied

The news led Xuanci and his men to come and harm my family. Xuanci was beaten to death by me, which is considered to be a lucky death for him." He paused and looked at Murong Bo: "I just didn't expect that it was you.

"Everyone knew that Abbot Xuanci's palm was caused by Xiao Yuanshan.

Murong Bo nodded: "I didn't expect it to be you. Over the past decades, we have had three contests, and there was no difference between us. We used to have a feeling of sympathy for each other, but now it seems that we are enemies rather than friends."

Xiao Feng (Qiao Feng should be Xiao Feng at this time) took two steps, pointed at Murong Bo and shouted: "Old thief Murong, you, the chief culprit, come up and die!"

Murong Bo let out a long laugh, jumped up, and rushed towards the mountain. Jiumozhi saw that the helper he had called out had no time to worry about, so he also chased after him. Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng both shouted: "Chase!" They chased up the mountain from left and right. Go, Zhang Xiaofan and Murong Fu followed closely behind.

In this way, we can see the level of kung fu. Murong Bo and Jiumozhi walked first, at the front. Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Feng, and Zhang Xiaofan followed closely behind, while Murong Fu was left behind by a few people. Murong Bo was beaten by Jiumozhi. Zhi screamed, and Xuanci revealed that he was the one who had falsely sent messages that day and caused the disaster at Yanmen Pass. Knowing that everyone present could not tolerate him, he immediately flew towards the Shaolin Temple. There were many buildings in the Shaolin Temple, and he Being familiar with the terrain, no matter where they hide, it is not easy for Xiao and his son to find them.

Several people were running at full speed, and in a moment, they had entered the Sutra Collection Pavilion. Murong Bo, Jiumozhi, and later Murong Fu stood on one side, Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Feng, and Zhang Xiaofan stood on the other side.

Murong Bo had just seen the battle between Zhang Xiaofan and Jiumozhi, and was quite wary of him. He irritated each other and said, "Xiao Yuanshan, are you and your son going to fight together, or are we two old men fighting alone to the death?" He knew Jiumozhi. He couldn't outsmart Zhang Xiaofan, so he only excluded the two of them in his words.

Xiao Feng said: "Father, take a rest for a moment. I will take the life of the old thief." As he said that he used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, everyone felt the roar of the dragon. These Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms seemed to be tailor-made for Xiao Feng. When the envoy came out, Zhang Xiaofan at level 36 was not in a good mood. He only said that Murong Bo was shocked when he saw the wind coming from Xiao Feng's palm, "This Khitan puppy is so powerful." Using his special skills, he moved Xiao Feng's palm power to the bookshelf next to him. , and immediately beat the bookshelf to pieces. Xiao Feng was so angry that he had no time to pay attention to him, and used all his firepower. Murong Bo saw his moves, and in a moment he had already fought seven or eight moves.

Seeing that a good Buddhist scripture pavilion was about to be demolished into ruins, I suddenly heard an old voice outside the long window reciting the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

Except for Zhang Xiaofan, who had known that the sweeping monk was here, the other five people were all surprised. How come they didn't realize there was someone under the window? Murong Fu shouted: "Who is it?" Without waiting for the other party to answer, he slapped his palm. Two long windows flew out and landed on your Excellency.

On the corridor outside the window, I saw a skinny monk in green robes holding a broom and sweeping the floor. The monk was quite old, and his sparse long beards were all white. He was slow and energetic. He was powerless and did not look like he had any martial arts skills. Murong Fu asked again: "How long have you been hiding here?"

The old monk slowly raised his head and said: "The donor asked me how long I have been hiding here...?" The five people stared at him together, and saw that his eyes were blank and he was completely spiritless, but his voice was just right. The accent of Shi Cai's pronunciation of the Buddha's name.

Murong Fu said: "Yes, I ask you how long you have been hiding here?"

The old monk counted with his fingers. After a while, he shook his head, with an apologetic look on his face, and said: "I...I can't remember clearly. I don't know whether it was forty-two or forty-three years. This person When the old layman Xiao first came to read the scriptures at night, I...I had been here for more than ten years. Later...then the old layman Murong came. A few years ago, the monk Boluo Xing of Zhu came out to steal the scriptures. Alas, you come I went and turned over the scriptures in the pavilion in a mess, and I don’t know why.”

Zhang Xiaofan silently checked the level of the sweeping monk.

Name: Sweeping Monk

Level: 41(fine)

He is actually taller than the three elders of Xiaoyao. Sure enough, the sweeping monk is the number one expert in the Tianlong world.

Next, the sweeping monk walked into the pavilion and read the martial arts classics that Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo had been reading in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for decades.

The names were listed one by one, and both of them were shocked. They couldn't help but feel awe towards the sweeping monk. The sweeping monk glanced at Zhang Xiaofan, saw the leader's ring on Zhang Xiaofan's hand, and said: "It turns out it's the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect in person.

The old monk is rude."

Zhang Xiaofan said hurriedly: "Don't dare, don't dare, master invites you."

The sweeping monk nodded, looked at Xiao Yuanshan and said: "How has the numbness on your 'Guanyuan Point' been lately?" Xiao Yuanshan was even more surprised and said with a trembling voice: "Ten years ago, this numbness was only as big as a little finger.

Now...now it's almost as big as the mouth of a teacup."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng took two steps forward, knelt on his knees, bowed to the old monk, and said, "Since the holy monk knows the root cause of my father's illness, he also prays for mercy and salvation."

The monk sweeping the floor returned the courtesy and said: "Please get up, please don't be too polite. The old donor's injury was caused by practicing Shaolin martial arts. If you want to find a way to resolve it, you must find it in Buddhism."

When he said this, he turned to Murong Bo and said: "Murong, the old benefactor, suffers from the pain of thousands of needles pricking three acupuncture points in Yangbai, Lianquan and Fengfu three times a day."

Murong Bo's face changed drastically, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly all over. The sweeping monk's plain words made him jump with fear. He trembled twice, and suddenly felt that the acupuncture in the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu

The severe pain broke out again, causing his teeth to chatter.

Murong Fu knew that his father had a strong and competitive temper, so he would rather kill him than make a fool of himself in front of others. He did not want to be like Xiao Feng, who knelt down and begged the old monk for his father. He immediately wanted to take Murong Bo back to Gusu.

The sweeping monk's original intention was to treat Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, so he would not let Murong Bo leave just like that, so he stopped Murong Fu, and after a few words, he slapped Murong Bo to death with one palm. When Murong Fu saw his father being killed

The sweeping monk was slapped to death, and he pushed the sweeping monk with both palms, but was bounced away by an invisible wall of energy. Zhang Xiaofan was very surprised when he saw this. Logically speaking, the sweeping monk is only two levels higher than the Tianshan Tong Lao, no?

He should have much more strength, but in the current situation, Zhang Xiaofan thought to himself that even if the sweeping monk was standing there, he might not be able to hurt him.

Not to mention what Zhang Xiaofan was thinking, the sweeping monk said a few words to Xiao Yuanshan. Xiao Yuanshan was at a loss when he saw that his long-standing vengeance had been repaid. The sweeping monk said: "All the sins in the world should be attributed to me."

Xiao Feng also beat Xiao Yuanshan to death with one palm, and Xiao Feng was unable to stop him. Then the sweeping monk picked up Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo and ran away.

Xiao Feng, Zhang Xiaofan and others hurriedly chased after them. The sweeping monk turned east and west in the barren mountain, and arrived at a flat place in the forest. He placed the two corpses under a tree and sat cross-legged.

He sat behind the two corpses, covering their vests with his palms. As soon as he finished posing, Xiao Feng and Zhang Xiaofan arrived.

The sweeping monk turned the two corpses to face each other, then held the two corpses with their four hands, walked slowly around the two corpses, and kept tapping with his palms.

Take a shot, sometimes hit Murong Bo's "Jade Pillow Point", and you can see that the white air on the top of the two corpses is getting thicker and thicker.

After another cup of tea, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's bodies trembled slightly at the same time. They slowly opened their eyes, glanced at each other, and then closed them. However, they saw Xiao Yuanshan's face was red, and Mu Wobo's face was faint.

Now green.

Gradually, I heard Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo breathing louder and louder, and became heavier and heavier. As Xiao Yuanshan's face became redder, and then it looked like he was bleeding, Murong Bo's face became greener and greener.

Very afraid of people.

Suddenly, the sweeping monk could be heard shouting: "Hey! The four hands are holding each other, and the inner breath is corresponding, using yin to support yang, and using yang to transform yin. The king's domineering ambition, the sea of ​​blood and deep hatred, will all return to the dust and disappear invisible!"

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's hands were originally holding each other's hands, but when the sweeping monk shouted, they couldn't help but tighten their palms. The inner energy in each person's body rushed to the other, and they integrated each other to make up for the deficiency. Their faces gradually faded away from red and blue, respectively.

They became pale; after a while, they both opened their eyes at the same time and smiled at each other.

Xiao Feng and Murong Fu each saw their father open his eyes and smile, and they were indescribably happy. Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo stood up hand in hand and knelt down in front of the old monk. The old monk said: "You two are from birth to death.

, I have walked from death to life, but there is nothing in my heart that I can’t let go of? If I had died just now, would there be any thoughts of reviving Dayan and avenging my wife?”

Xiao Yuanshan said: "Disciple Kong has been a monk in Shaolin Temple for thirty years. It is all fake and does not have any compassion for Buddhist disciples. I beg Master to include it." The sweeping monk said: "I don't want to avenge you for killing your wife.

?" Xiao Yuanshan said: "My disciple has killed hundreds of people in his life without any worries. If the family members of the people I killed all come to seek revenge from me, even if my disciple dies a hundred times, it will not be enough for him."

The sweeping monk turned to Murong Bo and said, "What about you?" Murong Bo smiled slightly and said, "Common people are like dust, and emperors are also like dust. The country of Yan is empty if it does not return, and it will be empty if it recovers." The old monk laughed and said:

"Great enlightenment, great, great!" Murong Bo said: "Please accept Master as his disciple and enlighten me more." The old monk said: "If you want to become a monk, you must seek ordination from the masters in Shaolin Temple. I have a few words.

Let me tell you." He immediately sat down and said the sermon.