Li Jiang's face was calm and clear, and he took a step forward with an elegant smile.
"ah!"
"Huh!"
"Wow!"
Words can no longer describe his peerless grace, and everyone can only respond in shock.
At this time, Li Jiang was no longer a jumping clown in the eyes of everyone, but the immortal who faced the wind.
I saw him falling slowly at an extremely slow speed, contrary to common sense, as if he were stepping on auspicious clouds. His long hair like waterfalls danced in the wind, and his black eyes were as deep as an ancient spring. His sleeves were caressed, and his clothes were fluttering.
That cold figure seemed to blend with the heaven and earth.
When everyone on the tower was collectively stunned, more people below the tower also fell into a daze.
Duan Yu was among them. When he looked up from the crowd, he happened to see a monk crossing the sky.
In a daze, he couldn't help but recite a poem:
"The blue sky is vast and bottomless, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform.
Ni is the clothes, the wind is the horse, and the kings of clouds come and go one after another.
Tigers, drums, and harps are playing, and luanans are returning to the carriage. Immortal people are standing in rows like hemp.
Suddenly my soul palpitates and my soul moves, I suddenly start and sigh."
The sweeping monk is obviously more skilled. Although he is not as handsome as Li Jiang, he walks slowly step by step and lands at the same time as Li Jiang.
Li Jiang landed lightly, flicked his robe sleeves, clasped his hands and said: "The master's cultivation is exquisite, but the poor man is not as good as him."
The sweeping monk's face was unimpressed, he nodded and said, "Donor Murong is too modest. I see that three flowers have appeared on your head, and you are only a short distance away from entering the Tao."
"Really? How did the master see it? What do you think I should do next?" Li Jiang suddenly lost his composure and asked three questions in a row.
The sweeping monk smiled. This was the first smile he had shown since he appeared. Li Jiang only heard him say: "The way of a saint is to be self-sufficient and not to ask for help from others. Only the benefactor himself knows this."
Hey, why does this sentence sound so familiar?
While he was thinking about it, a figure suddenly rushed over and shouted loudly: "Second brother, as graceful as a startled giant, as powerful as a swimming dragon, this is Lingbo Weibu!"
Li Jiang was interrupted from his thoughts and said helplessly: "Fourth brother, please lower your voice and keep a low profile."
Duan Yu nodded blankly, glanced at the glances from all around, and whispered: "Second brother, you really can only do it without making a sound, and you are a blockbuster."
The corners of Li Jiang's lips curled up slightly, and he shook his head and said: "There is no way. With the senior monk Zhuyu in front of me, I have no choice but to do it with all my strength."
"Oh..." Duan Yu turned his head and glanced at the sweeping monk, and nodded in understanding.
Then, he changed the topic and asked: "Where are the eldest brother and two uncles?"
Don't ask anymore? It doesn't break the spirit of asking the bottom of the casserole at all. The attitude of the fourth brother's academic study is not good!
Li Jiang withdrew his encouraging gaze and said with a little depression: "They are taking the stairs and may be coming down soon."
"No one was injured? This is the best thing. I will go and greet them." Duan Yu said and got into the crowd.
Li Jiang shook his head and laughed, then turned around and saw that the sweeping monk was sitting on the ground, his eyes seemed to be closed but not closed, and he was dozing off, just like an old man who lacked energy.
It seems that the opportunity to communicate has been lost! Li Jiang sighed and stopped silently.
After a while, everyone in the pagoda had descended to the ground and sat around the sweeping monk.
When the last person sat down, the sweeping monk opened his eyes. Without searching, he looked at Xiao Yuanshan and said: "Xiao Jushi, you have been suffering from two "Liangmen" and "Taiyi" on your lower abdomen recently.
Do you feel a dull pain at the acupuncture point?"
Xiao Yuanshan's body trembled and he replied: "The holy monk clearly saw that it is exactly like this."
The sweeping monk asked again: "How about your insensitivity at Guanyuan Point recently?"
Xiao Yuanshan said with a trembling voice: "This numb spot was only as big as a little finger ten years ago, but now...now it is almost as big as the mouth of a tea cup."
Xiao Feng overheard these two responses and instantly deduced that the signs of his father's three important acupoints were caused by practicing Shaolin's special skills. He also heard the meaning of his father's words. This symptom has been bothering him for many years and he has never been able to get rid of it.
become a major hazard.
Concerned, he immediately stood up, knelt down, and worshiped the sweeping monk: "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, benefactor. The benefactor is kind-hearted and has the common people in the world at heart. He is unwilling to harm the soldiers and civilians of the Song and Liao Dynasties out of personal vendetta. He is so benevolent and righteous, no matter what his instructions are, I will obey him."
No need to be polite."
Xiao Feng was overjoyed and kowtowed twice more before retreating and sitting back.
Seeing all this, Li Jiang felt guilty. In fact, he could also cure Xiao Yuanshan's injuries. He could use the pure Yang method of Changchun Gong to refine all impurities and naturally remove the hostility in the body.
But he just wanted to settle the grudges between Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo with the help of the sweeping monk, so he did not take action out of selfish motives. Because this was the best way. Li Jiang would treat the symptoms but not the root cause. It would be better to let the two old people realize their enlightenment.
The sweeping monk said a few words of Buddhist teachings, then turned to Murong Bo and said: "Murong, the old benefactor, regards death as home, so there is no need for me to talk too much. But if I order you to exempt yourself from the three acupuncture points of Yangbai, Lianquan and Fengfu every day
How will you deal with the pain of being pricked by thousands of needles three times?"
Murong Bo's expression changed greatly, and his whole body could not help but tremble slightly. The sweeping monk mentioned his pain point. He was pricked three times by thousands of needles in one day. How could there be any joy in life? He had previously been willing to die in exchange for Xiao Yuanshan's agreement in the pagoda.
The plan to attack the Song Dynasty may not necessarily have been completed once and for all.
However, Murong Bo was very competitive all his life and would rather kill him than make him embarrassed in front of others, so he waved to Li Jiang who was standing by the crowd as an audience and said: "Boy, let's go."
Of course Li Jiang didn't want him to follow him back, so he pretended to be concerned and shook his head repeatedly: "Dad, you can't leave. If you leave, you will be hopeless!"
Murong Bo was so angry that he almost lost his breath. His eyes bulged and he scolded: "Leave or not. If you don't leave, don't be my child."
Li Jiang's face was anxious, his eyes were red and he looked like he was about to cry. He muttered: "Dad, don't hide your illness and avoid medical treatment. If you are sick, you must treat it..."
"You..." Murong Bo felt a dull pain in Fengfu point again, and his whole body trembled unconsciously.
Others did not hear the secret exchange of words between the two, and only thought that the father was strict and the son was filial.
As the eldest brother, Xiao Feng couldn't bear to see his second brother in trouble, so he stood up and stood in front of Murong Bo, saying: "Uncle Murong Bo, please listen to my nephew. What my second brother said is right. This disease can't be cured by ordinary medicine and stone. I will try again."
Go and beg the holy monk and ask him to take you with him..."
Murong Bo waved his hand and interrupted: "There is no need for your hypocrisy. If you want to keep me for revenge, just do it directly!"
Xiao Feng was stunned. He didn't expect that his good intentions would be considered hypocritical, and he couldn't help but lost his voice for a moment.
How could Xiao Yuanshan see his son suffer a loss and rush over immediately, shouting: "My son kindly advises you, but you bite Lu Dongbin like a dog and don't know a good heart. So what if I don't let you go?"
Murong Bo got angry and angry, and even the most forbearing person couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "Then I will follow Brother Xiao's clever trick."
Xiao Yuanshan stopped talking and shouted with a powerful Vajra Palm move, which brought a strong palm wind and struck Murong Bo hard.
When Murong Bo saw the viciousness of his palm, he immediately used all his strength to resolve it with the technique of "fighting, turning, and moving".
Just when the two people were about to come into contact, the sweeping monk suddenly clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, this is a good place for Buddhism. The two donors must not act recklessly and ignorantly."
As soon as he put his palms together, a force seemed to turn into an invisible high wall, blocking the gap between Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo.
Xiao Yuanshan's overwhelming palm power and Murong Bo's ingenuity in threading the needle all hit this wall and disappeared without a trace at the same time.
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