Myriad Realms: Opening Decisive Battle at Bright Summit

Chapter 391: The Sweeping Monk of the Sutra Pavilion!

"Amitabha, Xiao Feng's benefactor, Ling Feng's benefactor, I'm being polite here."

This floor-sweeping old monk has long yellow eyebrows and looks like he should be in his 70s or [-]s, but his gait, posture, and spirit make him look like a mature man.

This is the number one master in the Tianlong world, the sweeping monk.

Ling Feng took a deep breath and instinctively clenched his fists.

The final task of Tianlong World is to defeat the sweeping monk!
Xiao Feng asked in surprise: "Master, you and I have never met. How do you know that I am Xiao Feng and he is Ling Feng?"

The floor-sweeping monk smiled faintly, "The benefactor Xiao Feng and the benefactor Ling Feng are both well-known in the Jianghu, how can the old monk not know. The old monk not only knows the identities of the two, but also knows why they came here."

"Oh?" Xiao Feng asked in surprise: "You actually know why we came here?"

The sweeping monk said: "You are here to find benefactor Xiao Yuanshan and benefactor Murong Bo?"

Xiao Feng said in surprise: "Exactly!"

The sweeping monk said: "Coincidentally, benefactor Xiao Yuanshan and benefactor Murong Bo are both in my Buddhist scripture pavilion at this moment."

After finishing speaking, the floor-sweeping monk turned his head and said indifferently to the Sutra Pavilion: "Benefactor Xiao Yuanshan, benefactor Murong Bo, don't hide, come out."

These words are not loud, but they are condensed into silk, and I am afraid that even half a mile away, they can be heard clearly.

Xiao Feng stretched his neck, his face full of expectation.

However, there was no movement in the Sutra Pavilion.

The sweeping monk smiled faintly, "It seems that the two benefactors are still a little embarrassed. Benefactor Xiao Yuanshan, you are right now next to the fifth bookshelf in the third room on the sixth floor. The book you are holding in your hand should be Shaolin Wuxiang It means, Master Murong Bo, you are right now next to the second bookshelf in the ninth room on the fifth floor, and the book you are holding in your hand should be Shaolin Dharma Swordsmanship."

As soon as these words came out, two masked figures flashed down from the Sutra Pavilion.

It has already been explained in such detail, and naturally there is no point in hiding it any further.

After the two figures landed, they stared at each other, and immediately their swords were drawn!

"Murong Bo, I knew it, you're not dead yet!"

"Haha! I didn't expect that, Xiao Yuanshan, you are still alive!"

"In the past 30 years, we have been in the Sutra Pavilion, but we haven't found each other!"

"If I had discovered you earlier, I could have avenged my family members outside Yanmen Pass!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng immediately shouted excitedly: "Dad! It's me! I'm Xiao Feng!"

Xiao Yuanshan pulled off his mask, revealing a vicissitudes but resolute face.

Not to mention, he and Xiao Feng are too similar in appearance, they are completely carved out of the same mold!
"Dad!" Xiao Feng knelt on the ground, "I finally see you, kid!"

Xiao Yuanshan also said excitedly: "Okay! Okay! My son has grown up! Great!"

Murong Bo also took off his mask, sighed: "Unfortunately, my son is already dead."

Ling Feng sneered and said: "Murong Bo, this is also your retribution. If you didn't make false information, then you wouldn't have to hide here by feigning death, and if you didn't hide here by feigning death, your son wouldn't have to be so stupid to threaten It's Xixia."

Murong Bo said coldly: "Ling Feng, my son's death has nothing to do with you!"

Xiao Yuanshan sneered and said: "Murong Bo, the death of my clan and my wife is inextricably related to you! Today, we will have a big battle to settle the grudge!"

"Hahaha! Okay!" Murong Bo sneered and said, "I want to see what the strength of the Khitan's top master has been since he has been secretly studying in the Shaolin Temple for 30 years!"

Xiao Yuanshan sneered and said, "Take your life and come!"

Saying that, Xiao Yuanshan pushed Xiao Feng away, and grabbed Murong Bo with a move of Dragon Claw Hand.

Murong Bo immediately used the lightness kung fu of crossing the river with a reed, quickly avoided it, and then grabbed it with the same dragon claw.

Xiao Yuanshan immediately switched to Shaolin Prajna Palm, and Murong Bo also switched to Shaolin Arhat Palm.

After a duel, the two actually used more than a dozen sets of Shaolin stunts!

Even Ling Feng, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but nod slightly.

In 30 years, they have been able to master Shaolin's unique skills so well, these two people are indeed very powerful.

If it is converted into comprehensive combat power, these two people must have at least one star SSS level.

Then, the strength of the sweeping monk is probably above two-star S!

At the most critical moment when Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan were fighting for their lives, the floor sweeping monk said "Amitabha", then his body flickered slightly, and he cut directly between the two, separating them easily.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were shocked!
They think that even if their strength is not number one in the world, it is at least close to it.

However, after the two tried their best to move, they were separated so easily by the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk smiled lightly and said: "Amitabha, the two benefactors, it is better to resolve the enemy than to end it. The matter has passed for so long, why bother to fight each other to the death? The two have a destiny with my Buddha, so why don't you just turn your war into jade and stay in Shaolin Temple to collect scriptures?" Pavilion, take care of this Sutra Pavilion with the old monk, shall we?"

Xiao Yuanshan said angrily: "I have a blood feud, how can I just let it go!"

Murong Bo sneered and said, "I am burdened with the heavy responsibility of recovery, so I can't stay here to take care of the Sutra Pavilion."

The sweeping monk smiled lightly and said: "You two are really stubborn. You must know that there is no end to the sea of ​​suffering. If you don't want to stay, then I will have to force you to stay."

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo immediately attacked the sweeping monk together.

The sweeping monk smiled faintly, didn't even dodge, and stood calmly on the spot.

Boom!

Two powerful blasts of force hit the sweeping monk. The sweeping monk was unharmed, but Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were knocked away from a distance!
"Father!" Xiao Feng hurriedly rushed up to help Xiao Yuanshan up, "Father, are you alright?"

"It's okay!" Xiao Yuanshan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glanced at Murong Bo who was still lying on the ground, and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, Murong Bo, although I can't kill you today, I still won after all! Because, I have a son!"

Murong Bo took a mouthful of old blood and spit it out, with a ferocious look on his face.

The sweeping monk said: "Amitabha, the two benefactors, I hope you can let go of your grievances and stop fighting."

Ling Feng sneered and said: "Don't persuade others to be kind without others suffering. Master, they are sworn enemies, why do you want to be such a peacemaker?"

The sweeping monk suddenly frowned, "Donor Ling Feng, it seems that you don't understand Buddhism. Buddhism is to resolve the grudges in the world."

Ling Feng sneered and said: "I think it's the master, you don't understand Buddhism. There are grievances and grievances in the world. If you don't hold grudges or repay grievances, are people still human? If you are not even human, how can you participate in Buddhism?"

The sweeping monk smiled faintly, "This is a fallacy."

Ling Feng sneered and said, "Master, if you say I'm unreasonable, then I'm unreasonable? Well, let's not talk about Buddhism first, but let's talk about these two people in front of us. Xiao Yuanshan was murdered by his family and his wife. It's only natural for him to come to revenge, Murong Bo For his own selfish desires, he has harmed the entire martial arts world, and caused countless families to be torn apart. He must also be punished. Master, your way of dealing with it seems fair, but it is not a bowl of water. You can take Murong Bo as your disciple, let He continues to stay in this Sutra Pavilion, but the crimes he committed cannot be ignored just because he entered Buddhism. In that case, wouldn't Buddhism become a place where filth is hidden?"

The sweeping monk frowned slightly.

Ling Feng continued: "Furthermore, with master's skill, you already knew about the existence of these two people from the first day they came to the Sutra Pavilion. They are stealing Shaolin Kungfu from you, and you, as a master, The administrators of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion of Shaolin Temple, but you let them go completely, do you know that this is a crime of dereliction of duty?"

The sweeping monk said: "The old monk is here to save the two of them."

Ling Feng sneered and said: "Really? After 30 years of training, has there been any results? If Brother Xiao Feng and I hadn't come here, I'm afraid you would have allowed them to continue learning secretly? You know that Xiao Yuanshan learned Shaolin Kungfu and went down the mountain to kill Are there many people who participated in the Battle of Yanmen Pass back then? Besides, they all used Shaolin Kung Fu? Do you know that Murong Bo has learned Kung Fu and is brewing a bigger martial arts disaster?"

The sweeping monk blushed slightly, "This... the old monk never thought about it."

Ling Feng sneered and said, "It's an understatement to say that you've neglected your duties. Without the permission of the abbot or the head of the Arhat Hall, you can't enter the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple at will. All martial arts have to be approved by the Arhat Hall or the abbot. Then, how did you learn the kung fu all over your body? Do you also belong to self-stealing? What qualifications do you have to talk about Buddhism with us here? What qualifications make the two of them let go of their grievances?"

(End of this chapter)