I saw the old monk carrying two corpses and walking straight to the back of the mountain. I didn't see him running. He was just like an ordinary person when walking. But in the blink of an eye, he was already a few feet away. In the blink of an eye, he ran out again.
From far away, the wonders of Qinggong were simply unheard of and unseen, and everyone in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was greatly surprised.
Master Xuanji, an eminent monk of the Xuan generation in Shaolin Temple, said: "Amitabha, there are such senior eminent monks in the Sutra Pavilion, but we know nothing about it, and we are guilty of all our sins."
Xiao Feng and Murong Fu's father's body was carried by the old monk. They both chased the old monk at the same time. Su Yang said to Li Qiushui, Tianshan Child Elder: "Hurry up!" Li Qiushui and Tianshan Child Elder held Su Yang back.
One hand followed, and the monks in Shaolin Temple were not far behind.
While running, Su Yang only felt that the mountain peaks were shaving like a knife, and everyone's martial arts skills were clearly superior. Xiao Feng was the first to make a move and ran first. While running, he could also hit the old monk in front with his flying palms continuously.
, but the old monk seemed to have planned it in advance, and Xiao Feng's air-splitting palm always missed.
Li Qiu Shui and the Tianshan Child Elder were carrying Su Yang, and it was hard to see how hard they were exerting themselves. Their movements were most graceful and elegant, floating ahead in the air like fairies in the sky, falling only half a foot behind Xiao Feng, but looking at the two of them,
His facial expressions and movements have not yet fully exerted his strength, otherwise it is impossible to catch up with the old monk.
Murong Fu and Xiao Feng started at the same time. At this time, they were already more than ten feet behind the four of them. He ran with all his strength, but he was always so far behind. Even so, compared to the Shaolin Temple monks behind him, the two masters of the Xuan generation were still faster.
A lot of people came and followed closely with the first wave of pursuers.
In fact, there was another person among the first wave of people, Jiumozhi. After this person was possessed by the life and death talisman, he knew that he had no luck, so he could only follow Tianshan Child Elder. He thought that there would be a big battle later. If this woman
Even if I die, I will be finished. I have to follow her closely. Maybe I can get some advantages from it. There is no way of knowing if there are other opportunities to unlock the control of the life and death talisman. Although he has been hit by the life and death talisman, his martial arts skills have not been lost and he is stable.
Zhui stayed behind Murong Fu, neither exerting his full strength nor being left behind by the crowd.
The old monk in front of him 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 on the two corpses.
After that, both palms were pressed against the vests of the two corpses.
As soon as he sat down, Xiao Feng and others had arrived. Seeing that the old monk was behaving strangely, they stopped moving forward to take action.
The old monk said, "I'll carry them around for a while to rejuvenate their blood."
"Reviving the bloodline?" Everyone was in disbelief. These two people had obviously been beaten to death. How could the bloodline be revived? What kind of bloodline could the dead people be alive with? Jiumozhi even thought that the old monk had become a lunatic through practicing martial arts, and he had a strange and yin-yang hey.
Voice.
The old monk thought to himself and said: "Their internal injuries are too serious. We must first put them to sleep and then try to rescue them."
Xiao Feng's heart trembled. He murmured: "Is my father not dead? He... is he treating his injuries? Is there any way in the world to beat someone to death first and then treat his injuries?"
"Does the Xiaoyao sect have this skill?" Su Yang asked Tianshan's child elder.
The Tianshan child's elder smiled sinisterly and said: "The Xiaoyao sect is very good at beating the living to death, but I have never heard of the skill of making the dead alive. Junior sister, what do you think?"
Li Qiushui said with a smile: "Senior sister, what are you talking about? My martial arts skills are not as good as yours. How can I ask my question when it comes to killing people?"
The Tianshan child's grandmother smiled and said: "That's right, your charming skills may be able to seduce the dead back to life."
Li Qiushui sighed quietly: "There is nothing we can do about it. Who allowed me to be born with this appearance? It is better than some people being dwarfs all their lives!"
"You disfigured bitch, who are you scolding!" Tianshan Child Elder was furious.
"Shut up!" Su Yang's head almost exploded and he said angrily: "You're both done! Together, we're almost 200 years old. What's the point of arguing every day!"
Before they finished speaking, a chill suddenly climbed up their spines. The two women turned to look at Su Yang sinisterly, and sneered: "What did you say? Say it again."
While talking, the Shaolin monks and others arrived one after another, and suddenly saw two corpses on the ground in front of them, and wisps of white gas suddenly appeared above their heads.
The old monk turned the two corpses around, facing each other, and then held the two corpses' four hands together.
Murong Fu shouted: "You...you...what are you doing?"
The old monk did not answer, but walked slowly around the two corpses. He kept reaching out and tapping, sometimes on Xiao Yuanshan's "Dazhui point", sometimes on Murong Bo's "Yuzhen point". Only the tops of the two corpses were visible. The white air is getting thicker and thicker.
"White Qi?" Su Yang looked at Tianshan Child Elder and said, "You can also spray White Qi, right?"
Tianshan Child Elder glared at him: "I'm not a dead person!"
Li Qiushui wanted to speak again, but Su Yang quickly interrupted her, pointed forward, and said, "Look!"
Looking in the direction of his finger, I saw that the bodies of Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were trembling slightly at the same time, coming to life.
Xiao Feng and Murong Fu met in surprise, and both shouted: "Daddy!"
Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo slowly opened their eyes, glanced at each other, and then closed their eyes. However, Xiao Yuanshan's face was red, and Murong Bo's face was faintly green.
Only then did everyone understand that the old monk had just hit the two people in the Sutra Pavilion, which only caused them to temporarily stop breathing and stop their hearts from beating. This was a method of treating serious internal injuries. Many people with advanced internal skills have done so. I have practiced the "Turtle Breath" method, but it automatically stops breathing. It is unbelievable to hit someone else to stop breathing without dying. Since this old monk has good intentions, he could have said it clearly in advance, why would he make this big joke? , so tired that Xiao Feng and Murong Fu were so frightened and furious, and so tired that he himself was hit by Xiao Feng's palm, spitting blood? Everyone's hearts were full of doubts, but seeing the old monk concentrating on turning his palm, no one dared Exit inquiry.
Gradually, I could hear Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo breathing louder and louder, and became heavier and heavier. Xiao Yuanshan's face gradually turned red, and then it looked like he was bleeding, while Murong Bo's face became greener and greener. He is very afraid of people. Everyone onlookers know that one is caused by excessive yang energy and weak fire, while the other is caused by excessive yin energy and internal congestion caused by wind and cold.
Suddenly, the old monk was 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, disappearing invisible! "
Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's hands were originally holding each other's hands, but when the old monk shouted, they couldn't help but tighten their palms. The inner energy in each person's body rushed towards the other, and they understood each other to make up for the deficiency. Their faces gradually faded away. Qing became pale; after a while, the two of them 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 left 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 old monk said: "I don't want to avenge you for killing your wife.
"Is that so?" 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 came to seek revenge from me, even if my disciple died a hundred times, it would still be insufficient."
The old monk turned to Murong Bo and asked, "What about you?" Murong Bo smiled slightly and said, "The common people are like dust, and the emperor is also like dust. If Yan does not regain his country, it will be empty, and if it recovers, it will be empty."
The old monk laughed and said: "Great enlightenment, great, great!"
Murong Bo said: "I beg Master to accept me as a disciple and enlighten me more." The old monk said: "If you want to become a monk, you must be ordained by the masters in Shaolin Temple. I have a few words that I might as well say to you." Immediately
Sit upright and speak.
When Xiao Feng and Murong Fu saw their father kneeling down, they also knelt down. When the monks who arrived heard what the old monk said about the subtle points, they couldn't help but feel happy and admiring. They all knelt down one by one.
People like Jiumozhi could not help but look happy and relieved.
Among everyone present, Su Yang was the only one standing, looking at the nameless old monk. One scene after another flashed through his mind, and thousands of clues suddenly connected together.
"Murong Longcheng!" Su Yang suddenly shouted loudly!
He was unable to move because of his power, but he shouted this at the top of his lungs. Everyone present heard it clearly and turned to look at him.
Murong Longcheng is the ancestor of the Murong family and the father of Murong Bo. He created the unique "fighting star movement" stunt. He was invincible in the world and was considered one of the most powerful people in Jin Yong's world. At that time, he gathered the heroes with the intention of reviving the country. Unfortunately,
As fate would have it, Zhao Kuangyin took the lead in establishing the Song Dynasty. At that time, the world was peaceful and people were at peace. Although Murong Longcheng was strong in martial arts, he finally achieved nothing. He only passed down his martial arts and the ancestral precepts of restoring the country, and he died in depression.
The monks in the Shaolin Temple all glared angrily, annoyed that Su Yang had interrupted the old monk's sermon. For these monks, being interrupted while listening to the wonderful part of the Dharma was just like someone knocking on the door while having sex. How could they not be angry?
Murong Bo and Murong Fu were even more surprised and annoyed.
Murong Fu shouted in a low voice: "Mr. Su, what do you mean? My ancestor's name is taboo, how can I shout it at will! Although your martial arts skills in Xiake Island are high, you have repeatedly insulted me, Murong, and I am not talented. Today I am asking for advice!
"
"You are too glass-hearted. When did I 'repeatedly' insult you Murong?" Su Yang winked at Jiumozhi. Jiumozhi understood, stood between Murong Fu and Su Yang, and said with his hands together: "
Mr. Murong, please don’t be angry, there must be a reason for what Mr. Su said."
Murong Fu became even more angry, secretly thinking that this monk was my helper just a moment ago, how come he is on that boy's side now, how come he can get any good thing? Could it be that that boy can confuse people's hearts with magic?
Murong Bo slowly said: "I don't know why the donor called my father by his name. My father rode a crane to the west forty-three years ago."
Su Yang didn't speak, just stared at the unknown old monk.
The unknown old monk suddenly sighed and said, "It's been forty-three years, Bo'er. You were only eleven years old back then, and now your temples are pale."
