Chapter 584: Shaolin's conspiracy

Murongfu's father is here...
Xiao Feng's father also came...
Murong Bo is famous, Xiao Yuanshan is famous, all of them are admired by the older generation of people, and suddenly appeared in Shaoshan Mountain. The sensation and controversy caused can be imagined.し
Murongbo and Xiao Yuanshan fought for 30 years in secret, and stole into the Shaolin Cangjing Pavilion for decades, which made Shaolin monks in an uproar.
Both dads appeared. What could be behind the son, but the battle started again, or the kind of battle that went all the way to the death, letting a dry river and lake hero watch a big show.
It turned out that Murong Bo escaped with a fake death. It turned out that Xiao Feng's life was so miserable. The original big brother at that time was Shaolin Abbot Xuanci. Xuanci broke the color ring and left a son. It was the newly emerged Shaolin monk Xu Zhu!
The chaos in the wind was chaotic, and Shaolin's face was lost. Murongbo and his son were almost beaten into dogs by Xiao Yuanshan and his son.
Although Shaolin was angry, the two fathers and sons did not take them into consideration, but at this time they could not help themselves. They could only dispatch a few Xuanzi senior monks to hit soy sauce.
The group of heroes was stopped by Shaolin under the Luohan large array outside the mountain gate, and Jomo and Zhisha and Lin Sha followed the Shaolin disciples.
Ju Mozhi didn't have the mood to talk to Murong Bo this time. He hadn't had time to find Murong Bo after he was seriously injured in Shenhezhuang's body. Where would he participate in such a fierce battle?
"Amitabha, a clean place for Tibetan scriptures, several donors please stop!"
Suddenly, a buddha sounded as if the morning bell of Dugu Drum blew in everyone's ears.
call!
The two pairs of father and son enemies suddenly separated from each other, facing each other while looking at the direction of the voice with vigilance.
"Hey, can you finally give up?"
Lin Sha chuckled loudly, turning his head and smiling at Jumochi: "The King sees clearly. This is Shaolin's biggest card!"
"Yes, the little monk wants to see and see!"
Jomo Mozhi's face was calm, but his heart was turbulent. His large robes roamed and hunted without wind, and his eyes were bright and clear.
"Amitabha. To disappoint the two donors, the old monk is just a sweeping monk!"
At this moment, a gray-haired old monk with white eyes and brows slowly came out of the corner of the corner, holding a broom in his hand as if the old man was late, slowly sweeping the broom in his hand step by step, cleaning up the dust that did not exist on the ground.
But all the people present didn't dare to be indifferent. They looked at the old gray-clothed monk solemnly.
I can't feel the slightest breath!
If it is an ordinary late old man, such a situation is naturally quite normal.
But the old monk in gray clothes. Is it an ordinary old man?
This way of playing, this ordinary and ordinary momentum, is like the fireflies flashing in the night.
This gray-clothed old monk's strength has reached the essence of restraint!
Not to mention Jomo Mozhi, Murong Fu and Xiao Feng have incredible alarm bells in their faces, and Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan are sweating because they thought of a terrible fact from the gray monk.
Sure enough, the words of the old monk in gray clothes made Murongbo and Xiao Yuanshan's faces change together.
"I didn't know whether it was forty-two years when I was sweeping in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. It was forty-three years. When this old resident Xiao came to see the scriptures at night, I had swept the land for more than ten years. Later, the old resident Rong came, the first few On the day of the year, the monk Zhu Luoxing came out to steal the scriptures. Alas. You come to me and turn the scriptures in the cabinet into a mess. I don’t know why!"
"Xiao Jushi is devoted to the martial arts classics, and he has no doubts. I remember that the layman came to the cabinet on the first night to borrow it. It is a book of "no reference to the robbery", ah! From that night, the layman entered It’s a pity, it’s a pity!
"The layman came to borrow the cabinet for the second time. It is a'Pan Ruo palm method'. At that time, the old monk secretly rested, knowing that the layman was enchanted by this. The deeper the deeper, the deeper his heart was. He could not bear it. A "Fahua Jing" and a "Miha Han Jing", I only hoped that the dwellers could borrow it and study the enlightenment. Unexpectedly, the dwellers indulged in martial arts, but ignored the authentic Buddhism, leaving the two scriptures aside and found A volume of the "Magic Wand Method", but rejoicing away. Alas, addicted to the sea of ​​bitterness, I can't turn back someday?"
: "Murong aborigines are actually Xianbei people, but there have been generations of overseas Chinese in Jiangnan. The monk’s quotations showed that he gave up everything, and picked up a copy of the
Finghua Fingerings
but it was like a treasure. The old people bought the pearls and laughed for thousands of years. The two lay men were the masters of the world, but they also did this stupid act. . Alas, to ourselves is harmful and useless."
"The heart of the layman is more greedy and more pragmatic than the layman Xiao. What the layman practiced was just how to make the existing martial arts of the Shaolin School, but the Murong layman included the seventy-two stunts of the temple and recorded his heart. A copy, this is the re-performance of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and it is restored to the book. I think that in the past few years, the lay people have tried their best to integrate these seventy-two stunts, maybe they have been taught to Linglang."
The old gray monk glanced at Kyu Mozhi, and suddenly he said, "Yes! Lang is still young and has insufficient skills to study the Shaolin seventy-two stunt. It turned out to be from a Tianzhu monk. Dalun Mingwang, you're wrong It’s completely wrong. The order is reversed.
To put it this way, Kumomochi was secretly shocked even though he did not believe.
Because of Lin Sha’s repeated blows. He no longer has the arrogance and pride in the original book, and only people outside have the truth that there are mountains outside. So he encountered an old monk in gray clothes who can't understand the details, and seeing that he is right, he must say in his heart How can it be possible without a little bit of emptiness?
Pappa...
Sudden applause broke the dignified atmosphere of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Everyone looked around and saw Lin Sha patting the slap on the mountain, and the eardrums were buzzing.
"The old monk is worthy of the true biography of Buddhism, and this tongue-in-mouth is really good!"
Lin Sha haha ​​smiled, his eyes looked at the old monk in gray clothes, his eyebrows lightly lightly laughed out loud.
"What does the donor mean?"
The sparse white eyebrow of the old monk in gray shook slightly, a thin old face smiled indifferently, and two turbid old eyes stared at Lin Sha.
"Hey, listening to the old monk, you said so grandly, as if you had learned all 72 skills!"
Lin Sha's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corner of her mouth slightly shook her head and smiled.
"Amitabha, the donor said yes, the old monk made a false statement!"
The gray-browed monk shook his white eyebrows and shook his palm with one hand to admit his mistake.
"Old monk, you are not a lie, but you know Shaolin insider?"
Lin Sha smiled softly and said something that surprised everyone.
"What does Lord Lin mean?"
Jumo wisely knew Lin Sha and asked quickly.
Not only him, but Murongbo and Xiao Yuanshan looked over with curiosity, and their hearts were even more awe-inspiring.
Who is Lin Sha, the first master of the younger generation.
Except for the gray veteran monk who had just appeared, almost all of them had suffered a great deal in his hands. Even the two most powerful dads could not take a walk, and he had no confidence at all in front of him.
If the situation is not beyond the changes, not only Murong Bo will not easily meet Lin Sha, but Xiao Yuanshan also has the same idea, but the psychological shadow is too big, and even Lin Shafang can’t handle ten moves, which is a blow to their confidence. It's too big.
"Old monk, you know this better than me, or you introduced it better!"
Lin Sha raised her eyebrows, shook her head and kicked the ball to the gray monk.
"That's good, introduced by the old monk!"
The gray-eyed old monk's turbid old eyes flashed an imperceptible fine awn, and his whole body flew away with a stern momentum. Murongbo and his sons and Xiao Yuanshan's and his sons, as well as Jomo Mozhi's martial arts strength, could not be noticed, only Lin Sha's brow slightly raised his face Thought.
"The martial arts of this school are inherited from the ancestors of Bodhidharma. The children of Buddhism learn to martial arts, but they are strengthening their bodies and protecting the dharma. Between the practice of any martial arts, there is always the idea of ​​compassion and kindness. If you don’t take Buddhism as the basis, you will practice martial arts. At that time, you must hurt yourself. The deeper the kung fu practice, the more serious the injury. If you are only practicing the outer door kung fu of punching, kicking, and weaponry, then it’s okay. Strong and strong, you can resist it!"
"But if you practice good martial arts of this school, such as the Huahua Finger, the Duo Luo Ye Finger, and the Prajna Palm, if you don’t reconcile and resolve it with compassion and Dharma every day, then the anger will go deeper into the viscera. The poison must be a hundred times more powerful. The donors are all modern and handsome, but if there is no such thing as compassion and generosity, and all the sentient beings are preserved, although the classics are drowned out and the arguments are intact, they will not be able to eliminate the bells and whistles of practicing these superior martial arts. gas."
"My Shaolin Temple has been built for thousands of years. Throughout the ages, only the priests of Bodhidharma have all the skills of the master. Since then, no monk can master all the martial arts, but why? The classics of the 72 stunts are all in this pavilion. I have always been able to read the disciples' disciples, but no one can learn everything!"
"The seventy-two stunts of this temple~EbookFREE.me~Every kung fu can hurt people and kill people's lives. It is fierce and fierce. For this reason, this monk in this temple is not well-known to everyone, but after one person has achieved four or five stunts, the understanding of Zen will naturally be hindered. In my Shaolin school, it is called'Wu Xue barrier ', which is the same as the "knowledge barrier" of other denominations. It is important to know that the Dharma is seeking life, and the martial arts are killing, and the two are contrary to each other. The only way is that the higher the Dharma, the more compassionate the martial arts skills can be practiced. He is high, but he is a monk who has reached such a level, but he disdains to learn all kinds of powerful killing methods."
Everyone only heard awe-inspiring, and for a while did not know whether this was true or not.
"Haha, old monk Ren Ren, you are talking about smallpox, it can't hide this is Shaolin's biggest conspiracy!"
Lin Sha suddenly laughed out loud, and the old gray monk with his fingers disdained... (to be continued.)
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