Murong Fu refused to comment and said lightly, "The master misunderstood. His father did copy some scriptures from the Sutra Library, but he did not teach them to others, including the younger generation."

Such a lie was just a deceiving himself. I thought the Sweeping Monk would not believe it, but he nodded after taking a deep look at Murong Fu. "That's right, Mr. Murong is a person with great luck, and he has countless magical skills. How could he be more suspicious of the superficial skills of the seventy-two unique skills?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Xuan Cheng glared suddenly, but immediately realized his incompetence and apologized to the old monk. "Master, he is lying. In addition to Murong Bo, there are several female donors in the Murong family who have used Shaolin skills several times and several times. Even the Yijin Jing has been refined."

"Oh? Someone has refined the Yijin Jing?" The old monk seemed to be surprised, and his face, which had always been Gu Jing Wubo, finally changed, "You are serious about this?"

"Take it seriously," Xuan Cheng nodded, "I have fought with the female donor and saw her performing the 'Buddhist light first' with her own eyes. She has a little less than that of her."

The old monk quickly calmed down his face, and was silent for a moment, and finally sighed, "Those who can refine the Yijin Sutra must have a destiny to me, Buddha."

Murong Fu's heart was shocked. What does this mean? Do you still want to capture Yuyan as a nun?

Xuan Cheng thought so too, and immediately said, "I know what to do."

The old monk shook his head, "It is irrelevant to be able to carry forward the great Dharma of my Buddhist teachings, whether it is a Buddhist disciple or a non-Buddhist disciple. All sentient beings suffer, and the Buddha saves those who are destined to be."

Xuan Cheng was stunned for a moment, a little confused.

"The master is really wise." Murong Fu smiled, "Let's do this. Since the Guizhou insisted that my father had copied the scriptures of the temple, my Murong family had a rich collection of books, including many lost martial arts classics. If the temple does not dislike it, he can send someone to the Murong family to copy 72 books, which can barely be considered as repayment."

Hearing this, Xuan Cheng and several elders all moved their hearts. The reason why the Murong family suddenly became famous was mainly because a year ago, the Murong family suddenly heard that any sect in the world could go to the Murong family and Shishui Pavilion to exchange for martial arts classics.

Although Shaolin Temple has a profound foundation, if it can include martial arts books in the world like the Murong family, the throne of the leader of the righteous path can be at least 500 years.

The old monk was stunned at first, then bowed to Murong Fu, "Murong's little donor has a broad mind and is full of rivers. I admire him very much."

His words were not of any compliment. Perhaps in the eyes of others, the Murong family's move was just to collect martial arts of all sects in the world, but in fact it was a great thing that was disadvantageous to the present and the benefits were for the future. People with great wisdom and a big mind could not do it. Only when they reached his level could they understand the gains and losses.

Then the old monk changed his mind, "But I learned the good intentions of the young master. Some skills are nothing. If these scriptures were not for the painstaking works of the ancestors' monks, the Buddhist temple would not have been stored in this Sutra Library."

Xuan Cheng frowned slightly, a little confused.

The old monk turned to look at Xiao Yuanshan, "Just like this old donor Xiao, who is obsessed with unique skills, but is deeply trapped in demonic obstacles without knowing it. Once the poisonous gas attacks the heart, it will be too late to regret it."

"Old monk, what are you talking nonsense? When did I get poisoned?" Xiao Yuanshan jumped and replied without hesitation.

The old monk smiled slightly, "Donor Xiao every 15 months, the pain in the Sanjiao Entrance is unbearable. The Danzhong point is like a needle pricking the flesh. I think it should be uncomfortable."

Xiao Yuanshan's face suddenly turned pale, "You...how do you know?"

Xiao Feng was shocked when he heard this.

The old monk smiled but didn't say anything, turned to Murong Bo, "The old donor Murong Bo was also infected with this poison, but later he changed the Taoist scriptures and recuperated over the years. He has resolved 70% to 80% of this poison, but there are still residues. It's fine in normal times, but once he has excessive exercise, he will have life worries."

Murong Bo's eyes flashed slightly and he remained silent, but Murong Fu was stunned for a moment. He could not see any name for this poison. Could it be that the old monk was lying?

The old monk suddenly looked at Xuan Cheng, "Buddhist disciples pay attention to saving sentient beings. Each of the seventy-two unique skills contains great hostility and goes against Buddhism. Every time you practice a unique skill, you need a Buddhist method to resolve it. Xuan Cheng, you have not practiced Buddhism enough, but you force yourself to practice more than a dozen unique skills. If you continue like this, you are afraid that the meridians will be broken and destroyed."

Xuan Cheng smiled bitterly, but didn't say much.

Xiao Feng hurriedly saluted to the old monk, "Master, have a good prescription, please save my father."

The old monk hurriedly helped Xiao Feng up, "Donor Xiao is in love with the world, but I can't afford to be the word "please"."

Xiao Feng wanted to say something else, but the old monk waved his hand to stop him, and turned to Xiao Yuanshan, "If only your enemy in the world can save your life, how can you stay?"

Xiao Yuanshan was stunned and then furious, "Even if I die, I will never beg for mercy from my enemy for help."

"Amitabha," the old monk smiled and looked at Murong Bo again, "If only your enemies in the world can save you, how can you do it?"

Before Murong Bo spoke, Murong Fu smiled slightly and said first, "My father and son appreciate the kindness of the master, but my father's illness can be cured by younger generations, so the master will not have to worry about it."

The old monk was stunned and couldn't help but sigh, "It's better to resolve enemies than to make a fortune. Why should Mr. Murong keep others from thousands of miles away?"

"The master is wrong again. I am not trying to keep people from thousands of miles away, but to kill him." Murong Fu said in a very plain tone, his figure swayed, and he grabbed Xiao Yuanshan with a thunderous momentum.

"I am here, how can I allow you to be arrogant?" The old monk's emotions were finally picked up by Murong Fu. He could not see how he moved. His body moved several feet out of thin air, blocking Xiao Yuanshan, and a three-foot-thick wall of true energy instantly condensed in front of him.

Murong Fu's palm power arrived instantly, and with a "bang", the wall of true energy was shattered, and the entire attic seemed to have shaking.

Although I only tried it briefly, everyone was surprised. The old monk's internal strength was indeed extremely profound. Murong Fu was a little older than the old monk, but he could play a role. For a moment, I don't know whether to sigh at the old monk's merits and achievements or to be amazed at Murong Fu's extraordinary talent.

"Master really wants to take care of this matter?" Murong Fu asked with a slightly calming face.

"Amitabha, even if the old monk overestimates himself, he does not want to see the young master killing people at will."

"Hahaha," Murong Fu suddenly laughed to the sky, and after a while, he said inexplicably, "The rumors about the master are amazing, and they are like martial arts myths. If you don't have talent, you have long wanted to learn a few things."

The old monk was stunned. He had never had any reputation in the martial arts world. Even in Shaolin Temple, he didn't know that he existed. Where did Murong Fu hear this?

"Master," Murong Fu bowed to the old monk, "Ten years ago, you once advised me to be kind to me, and I dared to give the master three moves."

The old monk closed his eyes and sighed, and after a while he spoke, "Please take a move by donor."

"Okay, I want to see who you are." Murong Fu smiled faintly, drew a circle with his left hand and slowly pushed out with his right hand. It was Kang Long who regretted it, but the power was sparse and ordinary. Of course, this was just compared to Xiao Feng, which was probably just a perfect match.

Since Murong Fu said three moves, the first move only used three success powers.

The old monk's face was plain, and with a wave of his sleeves, the golden palm power disappeared invisibly.

"Good Kung Fu." Murong Fu praised, but cursed in his heart, "What a cunning old monk, he doesn't show off his mountains and water, and he can't see his feet at all."

"The second move, Master, be careful." Murong Fu smiled slightly, pulled his hands with his hands, and a piece of milky white sword energy slashed from afar, and a giant sword phantom slashed in the air. Wherever he passed, a white line was drawn in the void.

"Good sword technique." The old monk couldn't help but praise, folded his hands together, and the light was bright all over his body. Two invisible big hands condensed above his head. The phantom of the giant sword was caught, and then the light flashed and the giant sword disappeared.

Murong Fu's pupils shrank slightly, and he had just used five success powers of success just now. Unexpectedly, the other party was dissolving it lightly. The old monk's skills were probably not inferior to him, but he immediately became a little confused. If the other party was also in the realm of the transformation of heaven and man, his face should not be so old.

"Maybe there is something wrong with this face?" Murong Fu's thoughts turned, and the sword technique in his hand was unstable. After a while, he shouted suddenly, "Sword Technique!"

Then he raised his sword finger with his right hand and pointed forward in the air. This finger was ordinary, but it seemed to contain infinite sword intent. All thousands of sword moves were integrated into it, blocking it and avoiding it.

The old monk raised his eyebrows slightly, and for the first time he showed a look of surprise. His right hand slashed from left to right. It seemed that there was something in front of him, but it seemed that there was nothing. Everyone heard a slight explosion of "puff puff puff puff", and then all the sword intent disappeared.

Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, and a small curve appeared on the corner of his mouth, "The master is indeed well-known. Three moves have passed, and I will take real action."

"Murong donor," the old monk waved his hand, "I am not the donor's opponent, please don't force him."

As soon as this statement came out, Xuan Cheng and Fang Zheng were shocked. Even this person was not Murong Fu's opponent. Who else in the world could defeat him?

"Do you really want to invite that person?" Xuan Cheng and Fang Zheng looked at each other and saw what was in their eyes.

"The master is too humble." Murong Fu said with a smile, "Although your skills are not as good as me, your martial arts attainments are better than me. As the saying goes, when you meet opponents, look at the world, there are not many people like you."

The old monk smiled bitterly. He understood that Murong Fu had only one purpose from beginning to end, that was to fight with him and hone his martial arts. Perhaps there were other purposes, but it was definitely not to kill Xiao Yuanshan.

After pondering for a while, the old monk sighed, "Well, I will give it a try, but there is something to say first. If I win a move by chance, you can no longer find trouble for Mr. Xiao."

"What if the younger generation wins by chance?" Murong Fu asked.

The old monk was stunned. Is there any need to ask?

The next moment, I heard Murong Fu say, "If the younger generation wins, the master will agree to the younger generation with one condition."
Chapter completed!