But his Prajna Palm was completely restrained by Changle. When they were fighting, Xuanci also came with people.

In less than ten moves, Changle pulled Murong Bo's mask.

When Xuan Ci saw Murong Bo, the Buddha's heart that had been practicing for decades had a murderous intent for the first time! He could not forget the appearance he was deceiving himself righteously.

"Murong Bo! You are still alive!" Xuan Ci shouted.

"Amitabha, your heart is rippling." The voice of the sweeping monk seemed to have magic power. After he spoke, Xuanci closed his eyes.

It took him a long time to open his eyes, but he also returned to peace.

"Thank you, Master!" Xuanci looked at the old monk in surprise. He didn't know that there was such an eminent monk in Shaolin Temple.

The sweeping monk did not look at him again. Murong Fu called out in a trembling voice, "Dad, it's really you! Why haven't you come to see the child for so many years?"

"Oh!" Murong Bo sighed, looked at Murong Fu and asked, "Is there any progress in the great cause of restoring the country?"

"The boy is incompetent!" Murong Fu said and knelt down on the ground, looking at his father with red eyes.

Even though he had never felt fatherly love since he was a child, he was still very excited when he saw his father.

"There has not made any progress in the past few decades. What a waste!" Murong Bo cursed angrily.

"That's better than you. You pretended to die and hid in Shaolin Temple, secretly learned martial arts, handed over the mess to your son, and had the face to talk to others." Changle said with a sneer.

The most dislike of Changle in this Tianlong is Murong Bo, who is doing things without fail and evading responsibility.

"I'm scolding my son, what's the matter with you?" Murong Bo said to Changle. When he just fought, he felt that he seemed a little better than Changle, so he didn't take Changle too seriously.

"Murong Bo! I didn't expect that we met three times in Shaolin, but I never knew it was you." Xiao Yuanshan said viciously.

"Dad! Today, we father and son join forces to avenge our mother in addition to this evil thief!" Qiao Feng stood up and said to Xiao Yuanshan.

"Okay!" Xiao Yuanshan nodded without hesitation.

Murong Fu also stood behind his father. Although it was a fierce battle, he was fearless when he was with his father.

"Amitabha! I met two donors when they sneaked into Shaolin to learn martial arts secretly.

Today, donor Qiao killed donor Murong, and tomorrow, donor Murong’s son will kill donor Qiao. When will the revenge be revenge?" The sweeping monk clasped his hands together and suddenly shouted, "Then let all the cause and effect be remembered on me."

After saying that, he took a step, took a palm, and slapped the top of Xiao Yuanshan. Xiao Feng was shocked, but was blocked by an air wall.

The old monk slapped Xiao Yuanshan's head with his palm, and slapped Murong Bo to death with his other palm.

Qiao Feng and Murong Fu yelled at the old monk, but were still blocked by the air wall.

"They are not dead, don't worry." Changle said to the two of them. "Master, let's fight now."

The sweeping monk looked at Changle who was determined to fight, and he was somewhat helpless. The one among these people who could make him feel dangerous was Changle.

"It's good, but please wait." The sweeping monk knew that he would not give up if he didn't fight Changle, so he simply agreed to him.

"The two of them are only concerned about secretly learning Shaolin kung fu, but the Shaolin kung fu does not study Buddhism deeply, so they are very likely to get into devils when practicing." Changle said to Qiao Feng and Murong Fu.

"These two palms of this master are saving them."

"So that's it." Qiao Feng is now convinced of Changle's words. Murong Fu didn't say anything, but he felt relieved after listening.

"Have Zhao Daxia also learned Buddhism? Why does the boxing technique passed on to Xu Zhu seem to contain the supreme Buddhist teachings?" Xuan Nan couldn't help asking when he heard Changle so much.

Because he felt that this guy didn't seem to have studied Buddhism no matter how he looked at it.

"I am different from ordinary people. You can practice Buddhist skills without practicing Buddhism." Changle said casually.

"Amitabha, the donor's qualifications are hard to compare with by mortals." The monk swept the floor glanced at Changle and said very seriously.

"Master and Xiaoyao Sect are related?" Tong Lao just saw the sweeping monk taking action. Although he had reached the point where the great way was simple and he could easily learn boxing.

But you can still vaguely see that there is a trace of the Xiaoyao Sect.

"I am just a sweeping monk in Shaolin now." He was stunned for a moment before saying to Tong Lao, "Amitabha!"

After hearing what he said, Tong Lao didn't say anything else.

After a while, Xiao and Murong woke up slowly.

At this time, the two of them no longer had any previous anger, but instead had a huge aura.

It turned out that the sweeping monk killed the two until they died and became a turtle breath, and then through the mutual assistance of yin and yang, they could resolve the other's internal injuries and bring them back to life.

During this process, the two heard Changle's words. In fact, they had long felt physical discomfort, but they had never thought about that.

Now the two of them are completely gone.

"Disciple is willing to follow the master to practice!" The two of them knelt on their feet and said in a tacit understanding.

Qiao Feng: Dad, didn’t you just want to kill this father and son with me?

Murong Fu: Didn’t you just have the great cause of restoring the country?

"Amitabha, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless and the shore is turned back." The monk sweeping the floor happily picked up two disciples.

Xuanci didn't know what to say when he saw this scene. He just bowed to the sweeping monk and turned around and left.

Xiao and Murong now stood directly behind the monk sweeping the floor. Changle didn't expect that these two guys would really convert to Buddhism so simply.

The sweeping monk first said to the two of them, "After you finish the worldly affairs, come to the Sutra Pavilion to find me."

The two of them nodded and left with their respective sons. Changle said eagerly, "Will we start now?"

"This place is not suitable for fighting, donor and I will come." The sweeping monk took a look at Changle.

Turning around and coming out of the Sutra Pavilion, he seemed to be walking unfastly.

But Jiumozhi couldn't keep up at all, so Tong Lao tried his best to follow him with all his might.

Changle walked and chatted with him as he walked, "Why did you let them completely let go of their obsession just now?"

"I just used the mutual assistance of yin and yang to help them resolve the other party's internal injuries and resurrection, and abandon their hostility. Let the two of them understand the hatred of their family and country, and the separation of life and death is like a dream.

He gave up his hatred, realized his great enlightenment, and decided to convert to Buddhism and no longer ask about the grudges in the world." The monk swept the floor and said, looking at Changle.

"To be honest, I don't like you very much." Changle sighed and said, "Born in the world, but don't care about the world!"

I have read the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin and the Yijin Jing in Changle in the world of Swordsmanship, so the inheritance of Shaolin has never been interrupted.
Chapter completed!