Chapter 53 The tyranny of the tyrants will return to the dust
Murong Fu watched quietly and did not stop him. With his spiritual sense, he could clearly sense that Murong Bo seemed to be in a state of neither life nor death. His heartbeat had stopped, but he had not really died, but had entered a similar state.
In the state of suspended animation, he also understood a lot about the nameless old monk's plan. This is an extremely clever way to treat internal injuries, which can completely silence the life activities of the injured person, and carry out the activities in the empty, clear and vague atmosphere.
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Xiao Feng and his son were stunned. They really couldn't understand the current situation. Their great enemy Murong Bo died so easily, and Murong Fu, the son, didn't react at all. He was like an outsider, which was puzzling.
"Old layman Xiao, now that your great revenge has been avenged, how do you feel in your heart?" The unknown old monk asked slowly. Xiao Yuanshan's expression kept changing, and his heart was extremely complicated. He felt a little confused for a while, and murmured: "Yes, three
For ten years, I have been thinking about revenge all the time, but now that my enemy is dead, I am not happy at all, but feel more and more empty." The biggest obsession in Xiao Yuanshan's heart is revenge, but at this time, he watched Murong Bo die in front of him.
The great revenge was instantly avenged, but I felt a little uncomfortable, as if the pillar in my heart had collapsed.
"Old benefactor Xiao, retribution is endless. Old layman Murong died because of you. Young layman Murong will definitely seek revenge from you. After your death, your son will seek revenge from him. If you continue to kill like this, I'm afraid there will never be anyone.
It's over. If that's the case, then all these grievances will go away with me." Hearing Xiao Yuanshan talking to himself, the unknown old monk smiled slightly, with a face full of compassion, but suddenly appeared in front of Xiao Yuanshan and slapped him with the same palm.
, and came towards his Baihui point. This move was the same as when he killed Murong Bo just now, with almost no change. Although Xiao Yuanshan was confused, his instinct as a top warrior was still there. At the critical moment,
His arms changed, and he used the cassock demon subduing technique, Prajna Palm Technique, Maha Finger Technique and other exquisite skills in succession to try to block this heaven-shattering palm, but the result was still in vain. All his methods seemed to have been inflicted.
In the void, the nameless old monk's movements were not hindered at all, and he still patted his Baihui point slowly and quickly.
When Xiao Feng saw this scene, his eyes were about to burst, and he shouted loudly, "No way, holy monk, show mercy!" As he said this, he struck out a palm at the same time, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, which are the most powerful and powerful palms in the world.
The magic was used to the extreme, and a powerful and domineering palm force was spit out instantly, heading towards the nameless old monk's back. This move was a strategy to encircle Wei and save Zhao. Xiao Feng got stronger when he encountered a strong one, and he knew that
The nameless old monk's skill was far superior to his, but he had not lost the courage to take action. He was extremely brave. This palm was already the pinnacle of his martial arts in his life. It was so powerful that it was shocking. The entire world seemed to be destroyed.
It tore apart, making a violent whistling sound.
But the old monk turned a blind eye to Xiao Feng's palm that dominated the world. A skinny palm seemed to have crossed the void and landed gently on Xiao Yuanshan's head. A soft pop sound was no different to Xiao Feng.
Suddenly, his father was killed in front of him. This result was too cruel.
At that moment, wherever Xiao Feng's palm passed, an increasingly fierce dragon roar came out. Suddenly, Murong Fu suddenly appeared, waving his hand slightly, a soft and dense force slightly pulled on his tragic palm, booming.
With a loud bang, there was a violent explosion on the bluestone ground next to it. Dust flew up and gravel flew everywhere, showing how terrifying the power of Xiao Feng's palm was.
"Murong Fu, what do you mean?" Xiao Feng's eyes faintly glowed with a terrifying red light, and the anger in his heart had burned to the extreme and would burst out at any time.
"Brother Xiao, it's better to calm down and continue reading." Murong Fu's voice was clear and calm, like a piece of ice water, falling into Xiao Feng's heart, making his boiling blood calm down a little. After thinking about it carefully, it seems that what he just said
The changes are a bit strange, the old monk's movements are also a bit unusual, and Murong Fu's performance is enough to show that there is something wrong with all of this. Xiao Feng knows that Murong Fu is a son of a man and cannot just watch his own death.
His father died like this, which was the same as his own. Since Murong Fu didn't react, it meant that things were different from what he saw. Thinking of this, he gradually calmed down and carefully watched the actions of the unknown old monk.
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Under a palm, Xiao Yuanshan's ending was exactly the same as that of Murong Bo. There was no difference. He also stopped breathing and lost all vitality, just like a dead person. At this time, the unknown old monk suddenly lifted Murong Bo and the two of them away with one hand, and the wind blew under their feet, like a fleeting light.
Like this, the speed was exaggerated. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared in front of the Sutra Pavilion and headed towards the secluded place in the wilderness of the back mountain of Shaolin.
Chase! Xiao Feng was confused and didn't care much. He also started to run wildly. Every step he took made the ground thump, kicked up countless dust, and went far away in the blink of an eye. At this time, Murong Fu followed
As he climbed up, his feet fluttered, as if riding the wind, calm and elegant, showing off his unrivaled lightness skills.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Xiao Feng and Murong Fu, one after the other, had arrived deep in the back mountain of Shaolin, on a wilderness, surrounded by gentle breeze and thick vegetation. The unknown old monk had already stopped with Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan. Only
Seeing a green shadow spinning around Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan, the nameless old monk kept stretching out his palms to slap on the many large acupoints on Murong Bo's body. The technique was unpredictable, the strength was different, and it was full of endless mysteries.
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"Excuse me, holy monk, why is this?" No matter how confused Xiao Feng was, he knew at this time that his father was probably not dead, otherwise the old monk would not have taken the two bodies and ran wildly in the wilderness.
, and now he slapped them continuously.
"I'll take them and run for a while to clear up some of the energy and blood." The nameless old monk said slowly while performing the exercises. His voice was as close to his ears as there was no force. You can imagine how superb this man's skills and martial arts were.
For mysterious treatment methods, one must concentrate on them wholeheartedly, but this old monk can still find the energy to answer his doubts. This is enough to show that he is more than capable of using such mysterious methods without any reluctance.
"Brother Xiao, your father and your father were just blocked by the divine monk's palm power and entered a state of suspended animation. It was not a real death. The two of them practiced Shaolin martial arts and became possessed.
The situation is extremely serious. The hidden wounds have penetrated deep into the bone marrow and internal organs. Unusual methods can be used to treat them. Now the divine monk is using his own skills to guide the two of them back to life, from life to death, and from death to life. In this way, they can
Cure their stubborn illnesses." Murong Fu looked at the nameless old monk with burning eyes. While explaining to Xiao Feng, he watched carefully. This divine monk's martial arts was extremely good. Even Murong Fu himself was not necessarily better than him.
Gao Ming, for example, he cannot use the current treatment method. This not only requires a deep understanding of Shaolin martial arts, but also requires a thorough knowledge of the injuries on Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, so that he can be confident enough to treat them.
Let him do it by himself, it may not be easier than this old monk, let alone treat Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo at once.
But at this moment, the old monk was running faster and faster, and his palms almost turned into a shadow, making it difficult to distinguish. He also saw that above the heads of Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, a mist of white air began to appear. It was very strange.
After another tea session, the old monk walked up to the two of them, raised their palms, and asked them to hold each other's hands. At this time, the two of them were trembling slightly, and they were gradually breathing, but Xiao Yuanshan's face was full of red light, as bright as fire.
Fire, while Murong Bo's face was filled with green air and extremely cold, a completely opposite look. Xiao Feng was naturally happy but also had many doubts, while Murong Fu also nodded slightly, knowing that the old monk's treatment had already been completed.
As things got better, soon, Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan's breathing became heavier and faster, like wind and thunder, whirring like wind and thunder, which could be heard clearly from a distance.
Suddenly, the old monk was heard shouting: "Hey! The four hands are holding each other, and the inner breath is corresponding. The yin is used to supplement the yang, and the yang is used to transform the yin. The king's majestic ambitions, the blood feud, all return to the dust and disappear invisible!" Xiao Yuanshan and Murong
Bo's four hands were originally holding each other, but when the old monk shouted, he couldn't help but tighten his palms. The inner energy in his body rushed towards the other person, and they understood each other and made up for the deficiencies. Their faces gradually faded from red to blue, and turned into red.
After a while, they both opened their eyes at the same time and smiled at each other.
After the two men woke up, they knelt hand in hand in front of the old monk. They only heard the old monk say: "You two have walked from birth to death and from death to life. Is there anything in your heart that you can't let go of? What if just now?
If you are dead like this, what thoughts do you have about reviving Dayan and avenging your wife?" Xiao Yuanshan said: "Disciple Kong has been a monk in Shaolin Temple for thirty years. That is all fake and does not have the slightest compassion of a Buddhist disciple.
I beg the master to include it." The old monk said: "Don't you want to avenge your wife's murder?" Xiao Yuanshan replied: "My disciple has killed countless people in his life. If the family members of the people I killed all came to seek revenge from me,
Even if a disciple dies a hundred times, he is still not enough." The old 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 will be empty if it is not restored.
It's all empty." Then the old monk laughed loudly and said: "It's so good to have great enlightenment." Murong Bo said: "Master, please accept me as a disciple and enlighten me more."
This turn of events not only left Xiao Feng confused and confused, but also some of the Shaolin monks who arrived here later found it difficult to understand. However, they still proclaimed the name of the Buddha one by one and kept chanting.
Only Murong Fu vaguely understood a lot, and sighed in his heart that the spiritual practice of Buddhism was unique and much more sophisticated than what he had learned. However, it was the old monk who treated the two of them just now, and finally
That drink can be said to be a mysterious magical power in Buddhism. It was a wake-up call. Not only was the sound vibrating, but the old monk's own mental power was also added to it, which directly affected the minds of Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan.
He had some insights into life and death, and since the old monk had such a magical power, he naturally converted immediately.
Murong Fu had nothing against the joints involved. This was actually the best ending. In addition, unless Murong Fu directly killed Xiao Feng and his son, he really didn't know how to resolve the hatred between the two parties.