Chapter 64 Sweeping Monk 4

Xiao Yuanshan was also surprised to see that the old monk slapped Murong Bo to death. Hearing him ask him so, he couldn't help but feel confused and speechless.

Over the past 30 years, he has been thinking about avenging his wife and son. In this year, the truth was revealed. He killed the heroes of the Central Plains who participated in the battle of Yanmen Pass one by one, and even Master Xuanku and Qiao Sanhuai died in his hands.

Later, he learned that the "leading brother" was Shaolin's abbot Xuanci, and he was even more desperate to expose his adultery with Ye Erniang before, which made him lose his reputation, which forced him to commit suicide. This hatred can be regarded as the best revenge of his family. Seeing Xuanci's death openly and heroic, Xiao Yuanshan's heart vaguely felt that it was too much to do this, and Ye Erniang's death made his conscience more uneasy. However, at that time, the treacherous man who learned the false news and caused a tragic change was Murong Bo, a gray monk who was hiding in the temple and had three times against him. Xiao Yuanshan was full of anger and poured into this person. He couldn't wait to eat his meat and sleep on his skin, cramps and cook his bones. Unexpectedly, an unknown old monk came out for no reason and slapped his big hatred and killed him as if nothing had happened. In an instant, he seemed to be floating in the clouds, and there was no place to stand in the world.

Xiao Yuanshan's young man was bold and strong. He learned amazing martial arts, dedicated himself to working for the country, established fame, and became a famous figure in history. He and his wife have been childhood sweethearts since childhood. They fell in love with each other. Shortly after marriage, they gave birth to a Lin'er. They were even more cheerful and energetic, but they felt that there was nothing they could do in the world. Unexpectedly, they suddenly became strange outside the Yanmen Pass. After falling into the valley and died, their whole person completely changed their appearance. What kind of merit and famous treasures were like dust in his eyes. Day and night thinking about how to kill enemies to vent great hatred. He was a heroic, simple and unremitable foreign man. His heart was full of hatred, and his personality became more and more grumpy. After living in Shaolin Temple for decades, he went out day and night and practiced martial arts diligently. It was rare to say a word or two to others in a year, and his temperament changed greatly.

Suddenly, the big enemies who had hated for decades died in front of them one by one. They should be very happy, but in their hearts, they were really indescribably lonely and desolate. They only felt that there was nothing to do in the world and lived in vain. He squinted at Murong Bo, who was leaning against him, and his face was calm, with a slight smile at the corners of his mouth, as if he was happier than alive after death. Xiao Yuanshan faintly envied his blessing in his heart, but he felt that after death, everything was sold out. In an instant, my heart was desolate: "The enemies are all dead, and my hatred is all over. But where am I going? Back to Liaoning? What are you going to do? Do you want to live in seclusion outside Yanmen Gate? What are you going to do? Do you wander around the world with the peaks? For what?"

The old monk said, "Master Xiao, where are you going?"

Xiao Yuanshan shook his head and said, "Where am I going? I have nowhere to go."

The old monk said, "Master Murong, I killed him. You have regretted that you failed to avenge this with your own hands, didn't you?"

Xiao Yuanshan said, "No, even if you didn't kill him, I don't want to kill him."

The old monk nodded and said, "That's good! But what should this young man do if he wants to avenge his father's death?

Xiao Yuanshan was frustrated and said, "The great monk took action on my behalf. Murong Shaoxia wants to avenge his father, just come and kill me." He sighed and said, "It's good that he came to take my life. Fenger, go back to Daliao. Our business has been completed and the road has come to an end.

Xiao Feng shouted, "Dad, you..."

The old monk said, "If Murong Shaoxia kills you, your son is bound to kill Murong Shaoxia to avenge you. When will you repay each other with such grievances? Why don't the sins in the world belong to me!" With that, he stepped on a step, raised his palm, and patted down to Xiao Yuanshan.

Xiao Feng was shocked. The old monk could kill both Murongbo and his father with one slap. He shouted, "Sh on!" His palms came out together and slammed the old monk on the chest. He admired the old monk very much, but at this time, he had to fight with all his strength to save his father. The old monk stretched out his left palm and pushed Xiao Feng's palm, but his right palm still slapped the top of Xiao Yuan Mountain.

Xiao Yuanshan didn't expect to resist. Seeing that the old monk's right palm was about to touch his forehead, the old monk suddenly shouted and his right palm turned to Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng's palm was about to hold his left palm. Suddenly, he turned his right palm and attacked himself. He immediately pulled out his left palm to resist, and shouted, "Dad, go, go!" Unexpectedly, the old monk's right palm changed its direction halfway, pure and false move, just to attract the power of Xiao Feng's palm to reduce the force pushing himself. Xiao Feng's left palm once, and the old monk's right palm immediately circled, and a soft sound hit the top door of Xiao Yuanshan Mountain.

At this time, Xiao Feng's right palm had hit him, with a bang, hit the old monk's chest heavily, followed by a few kara, and his ribs were broken a few times. The old monk smiled and said, "What a handsome kung fu! The eighteen palms of the dragon are indeed the first in the world. As soon as the word "one" was said, a stream of blood sprayed out of his mouth.

Xiao Feng was stunned and went to help his father, but when he saw that his breathing stopped and his heart stopped beating, he was already out of breath. For a moment, he was filled with grief and had no idea.

Tian Beiqing went there with Han Feng, and Tian Beiqing whispered to Xiao Feng, "Brother! You are sad. Uncle Xiao doesn't have a death monk to cure two wounds!"

Xiao Feng was about to reply when he heard the old monk say, "It's time to go!" He grabbed the collar of Xiao Yuanshan's body with his right hand and the collar of Murong Bo's body with his left hand, and took a big step. He walked a few steps and stepped out of the window.

Xiao Feng and Murong Fu shouted in unison: "What...what are you doing?" With the same palm, he hit the old monk in the back. In a moment, the two of them were still at a standto and wanted to fight to the death. At this time, both of their fathers were killed, and they were hostile to each other.

joint hands to chase the opposite. The two of them are in the palm of the hand, and the strength is even greater. Under the push of the two people's palms, the old monk floated forward several feet like a paper kite, still holding the two bodies in his hands, and the three bodies were light, not like flesh and blood.

Xiao Feng jumped out of the window and saw the old monk carrying two corpses and walking straight down the mountain. Xiao Feng accelerated his pace and could catch up behind him with only three steps. Unexpectedly, the old monk's light skills were really unprecedented in his life, as if he had an evil spell. Xiao Feng rushed, only to feel that the mountain wind was blowing like a knife, and he knew that he was running at a strange speed, but he was always two or three feet away from behind the old monk, and his palms were always empty.

The old monk turned west in the middle of the barren mountain and went to a plain place in the forest. He put the two bodies under a tree and sat cross-legged. He sat behind the two corpses and blocked the vests of the two corpses with his palms. He just sat down, Xiao Feng

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