Wuyazi looked at Jiumozhi and said calmly: "Master, if you can cultivate to the extreme realm, it means that you have excellent qualifications and talents, but you shouldn't have been absolutely necessary. Once you enter Buddhism, you will still practice Taoist kung fu."

"You must know that the roots and concepts of Buddhism are different. If you practice Taoism and Buddha dually, you will eventually become a devil and be impeded by demons!" Wuyazi practiced Taoism, and he knew very well that Taoism and Buddha's differences.

Jiumozhi endured the itch on his body and said in great pain: "If others cannot understand, it does not mean that I cannot do it!"

Wuyazi came to Jiumozhi and patted Jiumozhi a few times. The numbness and itch on Jiumozhi's body disappeared in an instant, as if it did not exist at all. However, Jiumozhi still had fear in his eyes. He clearly felt that there was yin and yang force in the five acupoints on his body, which was very difficult. Even if he wanted to drive away the yin and yang force, it was not easy.

And at this time, Song Ming was by his side, making him dare not act rashly.

Wuyazi said: "It's so difficult to practice Taoism and Buddha's dual cultivation. How many Buddhist monks and Taoism masters have fallen into it. Although you are amazing and beautiful, you still have no idea of ​​success."

Jiumozhi was very dissatisfied when he heard this. He had been going well in the past few decades, sweeping over Tubo and the Western Regions. The high level of Buddhism is unparalleled. He knew the disadvantages of dual cultivation of Taoism, but he believed that he could solve it and his cultivation level was higher.

"Master, you don't believe it yet. Now you are on the verge of being possessed by the devil, but you still don't know it!" Wu Yazi said: "Didn't you realize that you are controlled by your own selfish desires, and desire surrounds your heart, and you cannot recite Buddhist scriptures or Taoist scriptures, and your thoughts are hard to calm down?"

When Jiumozhi heard this, his face changed drastically. He suddenly remembered that he had been unable to calm down for seven or eight years, and could not control his own selfish desires and was reborn in distracting thoughts. Therefore, in order to obtain the Six-Meridian Divine Sword, he traveled thousands of miles from Tubo to Dali. Murong Bo's past relationship was just an excuse, and he just wanted to obtain the Six-Meridian Divine Sword.

Although he was stopped by Song Ming, he still left Dali and entered the Central Plains, bullying others many times with power.

The great monks who were in the past disappeared without a trace.

Thinking of the full moon, the headache was about to break into the body, and the pain was as if the true energy was about to break out of the body. Only then did Jiumozhi realize that he was really about to get into a devil.

"Amitabha, this senior, I am a monk who has fallen into a demonic obstacle. I hope you will give me some advice!" Jiumozhi said with his palms one.

"Monkey, now there is only one way in front of you. You either waste your kung fu and specialize in practicing Buddhism from now on, or leave Buddhism and practice Taoism!" Wuyazi said.

Jiumozhi hesitated. This martial arts was achieved today after he practiced hard for decades. How could he let go of it? And Buddhism is what he likes. He is immersed in the wonders of Buddhism and has great wisdom. How could he let it go!

"All the heroes of the Beggars' Sect are here!" At this moment, someone shouted loudly, and saw the heroes in the square automatically make way. Then everyone saw a group of beggars coming in a vast number of no less than three thousand people. As soon as they arrived, Shaolin Temple seemed crowded.

"Amitabha, all the heroes of the Beggars' Sect have arrived. I have never been to welcome you from Shaolin Temple. I hope Master Qiao will forgive me!" Master Xuanku, as the abbot of Shaolin Temple, was the first to speak, but his eyes were complicated, with relief, worries, and regrets.

He could not have imagined that the child of the old man's family who Xuanci asked him to teach was now a giant in the world. The whole world was shocked, and Qiao Feng now knew his life experience.

Old friends from Yanmen Pass were killed one by one, and a lot of evidence pointed to Qiao Feng, which made the Beggars' Sect and Shaolin fall into a strange state!

"Qiao Feng, I have seen Abbot Xuan Ku!" Qiao Feng bowed and saw him, his eyes were quite complicated.

Master Xuanku is his master, teaching him martial arts and practicing martial arts. It can be said that his martial arts foundation was made by Master Xuanku. Without Master Xuanku, there would be no he who is today. He has always respected Master Xuanku and is grateful to Master Xuanku.

But after knowing his life experience, Qiao Feng seemed to have his first half of his life shrouded in a net, his life seemed to have been arranged, and what he experienced seemed to be fake.

Even Qiao Feng sometimes feels that what he has experienced in the past few months is nothing more than dreams.

He seemed to be trapped in a quagmire, and he could not get out of the quagmire no matter how hard he struggled.

He wanted to go out for a walk, go to the prairie, go to shepherd, and be a shepherd! But the brothers of the Beggar Gang treated him very well. Elder Xu and others rebelled and were punished by gang punishments. The remaining Beggar Gang disciples struggled to keep him.

He is not a real person with a heart of heart. He has been with the Beggars' Sect for more than ten years and has been together day and night, so how can he not have feelings?

As soon as his heart was soft, Qiao Feng couldn't leave and continued to be the leader of the Beggars' Sect!

"Brother Song!" Qiao Feng bowed to Song Ming.

"Brother Qiao, after several months, I see Brother Qiao again, Brother Qiao's style remains the same!" Song Ming said with a smile.

"The matter in Xingzi Forest is thanks to Brother Song! Whenever you have something to do in the future, you only need Brother Song to send a message, Qiao will not frown when he goes to the sword and falls into the sea of ​​fire." Qiao Feng said that if it weren't for Song Ming that day, Qiao Feng would not know the truth and would be kept in the dark.

It was Song Ming who asked him to capture Murong Fu alive and wanted to pay the price for Murong's family.

Qiao Feng saw that nearly 10,000 martial arts people outside Shaolin Temple, and all the well-known people came.

Qiao Feng shouted: "All heroes, half a year ago, my Beggar Gang changed drastically. Several elders rebelled, leading to Qiao's life experience! After half a year of investigation, Qiao has found out that he was a Khitan!"

"In the thirty years of Yanmen Pass, Qiao's biological father and mother wanted to return to the Central Plains to visit relatives, but was ambushed by Xuanci and others..." Qiao Feng said the story of Yanmen Pass back then without hiding it at all, and was open and upright.

"Today, Qiao convened a martial arts conference to publicly try Murong Fu!" Qiao Feng said loudly, and then several beggars beseech Murong Fu forward.

At this time, Murong Fu was disheveled and covered in dust, with a messy hair, his hair was messy, his clothes were torn, and he looked very embarrassed, and he was not as good as a romantic young man who was once majestic.

"In order to restore the country, the Murong family of Gusu has committed countless sins, and has committed thirty years. Murong Fu's father Murong Bo faked letters and Xuanci. Murong Fu even joined the Xixia First Pin Hall, endangering the martial arts world, and his crimes cannot be punished! Today, Qiao killed Murong Fu in front of the heroes of the world, and avenged the wronged souls in Murong's hands again for the tragic death!" Qiao Feng said loudly, and then gathered his strength in his palm and was about to shoot at Murong Fu's life gate.

At this moment, a loud sound of breaking through the air was heard. A hidden weapon flew over ten feet away, crossed the square, and hit Qiao Feng's palm. Qiao Feng's five senses were so sharp. He moved his ears, waved his backhand, and rolled the hidden weapon in his sleeve. However, a gray-robed monk fell from the sky, grabbed Murong Fu and was about to leave.

Qiao Feng knew that this gray-robed monk must be Murong Fu's father Murong Bo, one of the great enemies who killed his parents.

With a palm, Qiao Feng made a move of the eighteen dragon-subduing palms, Kang Long Youhui slapped the gray-robed monk. The gray-robed monk did not expect that Qiao Feng could still fight back at this time, so he could only use his left hand to greet Qiao Feng's palm. Although he had to stop.

"Bei Qiao Feng is worthy of being Bei Qiao Feng. The Dragon Subduing Palm is indeed extremely powerful. It is ten times stronger than the use of Wang Jiantong!" The gray-robed monk's voice was quite old.

"Murong Bo, to the present moment, you are still hiding your head and showing your tail, you are such a rat!" Qiao Feng shouted.

"Haha, people in the world say that Gang Qiao is a first-class reckless man, it seems so untrue." The monk in gray robe laughed, tearing off the scarf on his body, revealing a clear and beautiful face with white eyebrows and long drooping face.

"Murong donor, I have been in good faith with you for many years and have always respected your character. I have always believed in this when you told me that day. I was convinced by me. Later, I killed a good person by chance, but I never saw you again. Later, I heard that you died of illness, and I was very sad. I always said that you were like me, and I was also misbelieving in others' words, which led to unintentional mistakes. I felt guilty in my heart, and died young. But I didn't know... Alas!!" Xuanci stood up and said slowly.

"Master Abbot, my Murong family is a nobleman of the Xianbei Province. He has taken restoration as his mission for generations and the world is not in chaos. How can I restore my Murong family restore the country!" Murong Bo said in a deep voice.

"Old donor Murong, what if you have done all your tasks? Murong's century-old foundation is lost. Even today, your father and son cannot escape the law!" Xuan Ci said that over the past thirty years, he has been condemned in his heart every day. Thinking of the tragic battle at Yanmen Pass in the past, he couldn't sleep or eat, so that his martial arts were not allowed to be preserved after thirty years.

"Haha, what is the biggest place in the world that I can't go!" Murong Bo laughed loudly, looking very heroic, with a kind of heroic spirit: "I am hiding in the Sutra Pavilion, but no one has discovered it for so many years. Even in the palace, I can come and go freely."

"Old thief Murong, today I will take the lives of you, father and son!" Qiao Feng shouted.

Murong Bo smiled faintly and said, "Gangmaster Qiao, although you are also the best master in the world, the time is too short and the time is still lighter. What is my opponent? I want to take your life is just a matter of 200 tricks!"

At this moment, a figure in black suddenly pounced down like a big eagle, just between the monk in gray and Xiao Feng. The man suddenly fell from the sky, and suddenly became extremely abrupt. Everyone was surprised and shouted together. When his feet fell to the ground, they saw clearly that he was pulling a long rope in his hand, and the other end of the long rope was tied to the top of a big tree more than ten feet away. The man was bald in black, also a monk, with a black cloth covering his face, only showing his cold and electric eyes.
Chapter completed!