As a martial arts master, Jiumozhi has his own arrogance. At first, he might be afraid, but now he regained his confidence and said to himself: "It is common for me to practice internal skills but become obsessed with it. But I am proficient in the secrets of internal and external martial arts. How can I compare to ordinary people? This old monk is arrogant. If I miss his tricks, Jiumozhi's reputation will be gone forever." So he smiled slightly, looking like he didn't care.

The monk sweeping the floor saw that Jiu Mozhi had a look of worry on his face, but then he looked stubborn and conceited. He obviously regarded his words as the wind in his ears, thinking that he was exaggerating and ignored him. He turned to Murong Bo and said, "Old Donor Murong, if I point out the way, I will save the old donor from the pain of pricking the ten thousand needles in the acupoints of Yang Bai, Lianquan and Fengfu every day, are you willing?"

Murong Bo said: "Please give me some advice."

The sweeping monk said to Xiao Yuanshan again: "Mr. Xiao, have you felt a slight pain in your lower abdomen recently? What about the numbness on the Guanyuan point? "

When Xiao Feng heard this, he knew that his father had made a mistake in practicing Shaolin martial arts. He immediately took two steps forward, knelt down on his knees, bowed to the old monk, and said, "The monk knows the root of his father's illness, so he also asks for mercy to save him. But he has given instructions, Xiao Feng dares not to obey!"

The monk sweeping the floor sighed slightly: "Old Donor Murong, Master Xiao, your injuries on your body arose because of practicing the Shaolin School of Martial Arts. If you want to find a way to resolve it, you must search for it from Buddhism."

Hearing this, Zhifei Taoist suddenly smiled coldly and came out to show his presence again: "The old monk is so dishonest." He stepped forward to help Xiao Feng up and said, "Brother, I know about Uncle Xiao's injuries, so why bother to resolve them?"

Xiao Feng was overjoyed and asked, "Brother, do you take this seriously?"

Zhifei Taoist said: "How dare I deceive my elder brother? Uncle Xiao's internal injuries are caused by the complex cultivation of Kung Fu and there is no unity. It is caused by the conflict between various alien true qi in the body. The first method is to use all the skills of the body. However, Uncle Xiao's heroic life is afraid that he will not be able to bear the weakness of losing all his skills. The second method is to ask another brother of the elder brother Duan Yu to absorb the alien true qi obtained from the practice of Shaolin Kung Fu from Uncle Xiao's body with the North Ming Divine Art. Without the conflict between alien true qi, he will be cured for a while. He can also practice an extremely superior internal power and subdue all kinds of alien true qi, which is also excellent. Of course, the last one is to study the principles of Taoism Wuji or the Buddhist formless method. Once you have achieved something, these are not problems. Old monk, can the methods I mentioned have effective?"

The monk sweeping the floor: "It is indeed feasible for fellow Taoists to be very insightful."

Xiao Feng was overjoyed and thanked him, and Xiao Yuanshan was the same. The Taoist who knew nothing smiled slightly, suddenly appeared that Jiumozhi seemed to be intentional, and then said: "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, Tubo National Master, the methods I mentioned are available for Uncle Xiao, and Murong Bo is available for you, but you may not be suitable for you."

At this time, Murong Bo suddenly felt that the needle-like pain on the acupoints in Yangbai, Lianquan and Fengfu started to get into trouble again. It was not the moment of pain, but his mind was shocked, and the pain suddenly arose. At that moment, he could only grit his teeth and endure it. But the teeth were not tight, and the upper and lower teeth were colliding, and he was in a mess. When Murong Fu saw him, he knew that his father was strong by nature and he was definitely unwilling to be fooled in front of others. He himself did not want to be like Xiao Feng for his father

He knelt down and begged the old Shaolin monk to help, let alone the Zhifa Taoist who vaguely had different positions with their father and son. Since the Zhifa Taoist method is available, he would be able to take good care of himself after leaving. So he bowed to everyone and said, "The green mountains will not change, the green water will flow forever. Let's leave for now. The two of you are looking for revenge for my father and son. We will wait for the big carriage in Shenhezhuang, Yanziwu, Gusu." He pulled Murong Bo and said, "Dad, let's go." He was about to leave.

The monk sweeping the floor said: "You have to bear this heart and let Ling Zun suffer such a painful pain?" Murong Fu's face turned pale, but said: "We have our own way to heal our wounds."

Xiao Feng suddenly stepped forward and stood in front of Murong Fu: "You just want to leave? Are there such a cheap thing in the world? Your father is sick, and the real man disdained to take advantage of others' danger and let him go. You are not sick or painful!"

Murong Fu said coldly: "Brother Xiao gives me advice, Murong Fu will follow."

However, Xiao Feng, Murong and Fu took action and were blocked by the sweeping monk: "Amitabha, the Buddhist sect is good, the two donors should not act rashly." When the palms were closed, a three-foot wall of energy dissolved the two people's overwhelming attacks.

At this moment, the Taoist Zhifei suddenly turned his body and ran towards Murong Bo: "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, this Murong Bo once used the name Yan Longyuan to sneak attack me. The old monk, now he borrowed the treasure land to end the cause and effect." As he said that, the man had arrived in front of Murong Bo, his palms flying like butterflies, which looked very beautiful, but he had an unparalleled murderous intent.

Murong Bo naturally could not sit and wait for death. He endured the pain, suddenly leaned back, and almost avoided the killing attack of Zhifei Taoist. It was just that the pain in his waist made him unable to counterattack. He forced his true energy and met the "Han Mei Aoxue" hit by Zhifei Taoist again, and he was already panting and sweating profusely. At this time, the monk shouted: "No!" The monk's robe was flying, and the whole person was as fast as lightning, and he rushed straight to the person. At the same time, Murong Fu shouted: "Don't hurt my father!" The long sword on his waist was unsheathed and got rid of Xiao Feng. The sword in his palm danced for a day and killed Zhifei Taoist's vitals. This sword was just right. If Zhifei Taoist insisted on taking Murong Bo's life, he would inevitably be stabbed by Murong Fu in several transparent holes. At this time, Xiao Feng was two feet away. Although he was helping each other, his power was no longer enough.

However, Zhifei Taoist did not let Murong Bo go. Murong Fu's sword light was so cold that he walked away. As if he had a heart of touch, Zhifei Taoist's body suddenly turned left. When he was in a state of incompatibility, he had a palm against the sweeping monk and retreated with the force. When he saw that he was about to stagger his body with Murong Bo, Zhifei Taoist actually turned backwards in a moment of staggering.

It was not just that his body was turned over. Zhifei Taoist's two hands also hit out at the same time with his tilted body, pressing it "puff" between Murong Bo's ribs behind him.

At this time, everything was silent. Everyone was shocked by the thrilling battle between lightning. After a moment of silence, Zhifei Taoist let go of his palm and stood up. Murong Bo's body fell softly to the ground.

The sweeping monk clasped his hands together: "Friends of Taoism are so powerful and powerful!"

But at this moment, Murong Fu came back to his senses and rushed to support Murong Bo, shouting, "Dad, Dad!" But Murong Bo's eyes were closed, and there was no breath anymore. He reached out his hand and stopped beating. He was sad and angry for a moment, and he couldn't even say anything. He leaned Murong Bo's body against the pillar, waved the sword in his hand, and slashed at Zhifei Taoist without any shame.

How did the Taoist Zhifei take his lost slurs in his eyes? He reached out his hand like a butterfly, used his skill to grab the blade with his bare hands, snatched the sword in his hand, and blocked his acupoints and threw them aside. He said, "Another cause and effect."

The monk sweeping the floor said: "Amitabha Buddha, the Taoist priest also talks about cause and effect? ​​It seems that the fellow Taoist really has a fate with my Buddha."
Chapter completed!