Xuanci's face changed again and again, and the hands in the monk's robe trembled slightly.

The monks on both sides were all confused.

Liu Qing: "Haha, Shaolin is such a big battle, Abbot Xuanci, let's talk about Ye Erniang and her son alone?"

Xuanci: "Amitabha, please come into the mountain gate, several donors."

At this moment, Xuanci's heart was pounding and he could only hope that the Buddha with infinite magic power would rescue the problem in front of him.

How did the boy in front of him know about his relationship with Ye Erniang?

Xiao Yuanshan was shocked, how could this kid know everything?

The main hall is surrounded by sandalwood and the Buddha statue is majestic.

Everyone sat down on the futon.

Liu Qing glanced at the monks around Xuanci and said, "We came to Shaolin today to end a case many years ago. Abbot Xuanci, thirty years ago, you brought someone to ambush Xiao Yuanshan's family at Yanmen Pass, causing his family to be destroyed. Do you admit this?"

Xuanci: "Yes, I have been uneasy all these years, as if I were living in hell, not only to Mr. Xiao, but also to the martial arts heroes who died in Yanmen Pass."

Monks: "Abbot..."

Liu Qing: "Hehe, just accept the account, then we can continue to talk. You killed someone for no reason. Later, Xiao Yuanshan took revenge and killed Xuanku, can he blame him all?"

Qiao Feng looked at Xiao Yuanshan and felt very uncomfortable. His biological father killed his mentor and made it difficult to get him stuck in the middle.

Xuanci: "Amitabha, this is all wrong with me. Xiao Shi is the main thing to take revenge, so kill me."

He clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows, and looked like he was waiting for Xiao Yuanshan.

Xiao Yuanshan stood up and sneered.

The monks shouted in unison: "Abbot, never."

Liu Qing continued: "The abbot is wrong, but the culprit is Murong Fu. He wanted to provoke the battle between Song and Liao, so as to restore the Dayan Kingdom from it, and he pretended to die and hid in Shaolin, secretly learned 72 unique skills, and gave it to the Tubo national teacher Jiumozhi to exchange martial arts!"

"What?"

"The sin is extremely evil!"

"Finish him!"

The monks were excited.

Liu Qing said in a deep voice: "Don't be impatient and solve the things in front of you first. Xiao Yuanshan, your enemy is right in front of you. You can go forward and kill him with a palm. Don't involve other innocent people. Is there any problem?"

Xiao Yuanshan looked at Liu Qing deeply and said, "Today I recognize Feng'er, I will only kill the evil ones!"

The monks' expressions changed drastically, and they stepped forward in unison and stood in front of Xuan Ci.

Xuan Ci: "Amitabha, brothers and sisters, there is no need to stop this from me, it should be my end."

Liu Qing nodded: "Very good, you killed Xuanci, what if the Shaolin monks seek revenge on you?"

Xiao Yuanshan: "Hahaha, then come on, Feng'er and I join forces today, who can kill me?"

Liu Qing: "I can!"

Xiao Yuanshan: “…”

Qiao Feng: “…”

Liu Qing: "Besides me, there is at least one person."

As he said that, his eyes looked outside the hall.

On the corridor outside the hall, a thin monk in a green robe was holding a broom, bent over and sweeping the floor slowly.

He looked like he was in his sixties or seventies, his sparse long beard was completely white, he was slow to move, had energy and was weak, and he looked like he had martial arts skills.

No one noticed his appearance silently.

However, Liu Qing was mentally prepared from the beginning. As soon as he entered Shaolin Temple, he was observing intently. As soon as the sweeping monk appeared, he saw it.

Xiao Yuanshan was surprised: "Who are you, how long have you been hiding there?"

The sweeping monk slowly raised his head: "The donor asked me how long has it been since I hid here?"

His eyes were dull, his face was covered with wrinkles, and he calculated with a finger. After a while, he shook his head, and said with apology, "I...I can't remember clearly, I don't know if it was forty-two years or forty years. When this old donor Xiao first read the sutra at night, I...I have been here for ten years. Later... Later, the old donor Murong came. A few years ago, the monk Poluxing of the Indian monk came out to steal the sutra. Alas, come and go, and you have to mess up the sutras in the Pavilion, and I don't know why?"

Xiao Yuanshan was very surprised: "Why have I never seen you?"

The Sweeping Monk: "The donor only has martial arts books in his eyes, and he is completely unlucky, so he naturally cannot see the old monk. The donor borrowed a copy of the "No Form-Fake Tribulation" on the first night. Alas! From that night, the donor entered the path of demons. What a pity!"

Xiao Yuanshan's face changed drastically: "You...you...you..."

The Sweeping Monk: "The donor took a copy of the 'Prajna Palm' for the second time. At that time, the old monk was worried that the donor would become a demon from this, so he put out a 'Lotus Sutra' and a 'Miscellaneous Agama Sutra' on the side, hoping that the donor could borrow it to comprehend. Unexpectedly, the donor ignored it and found a 'Demon-Subduing Wand' and was cheerful and encouraged. Alas, indulged in the sea of ​​suffering, I wonder when I could turn back?"

Xiao Yuanshan was covered in cold sweat. Everything the old monk in gray described in the grey-clothed manner said nothing of what he did in the Sutra Pavilion ten years ago. Could it be that his every move before was under the eyes of this old monk?

Turning his head to look at Liu Qing, Xiao Yuanshan laughed: "Hahaha, pretending to be a god!"

Amid the laughter, Xiao Yuanshan raised his hand and slapped it out, and his strong palm force hit the sweeping monk.

"Stop!" the monks roared.

The sweeping monk seemed to have not realized it, and gently lifted the broom in his hand.

"puff--"

With a light sound, it seemed like a stone fell into the water, and the lake water rippled, and soon returned to peace.

"ah--"

“???”

“…”

"this--"

Everyone was shocked.

As we all know, Xiao Yuanshan’s martial arts is so powerful that he did it without saying anything under a palm.

The sweeping monk slowly turned around, his eyes soft, "The donor has a deep internal strength, but do you feel a slight pain in your lower abdomen recently and the 'Liangmen' and 'Taiyi' acupoints?"

Xiao Yuanshan's whole body stormed: "How do you know?"

The Sweeping Monk: "What's the numbness on your 'Guanyuan Acupoint'? Recently?"

Xiao Yuanshan's body trembled suddenly: "This numbing place was only a piece of small finger ten years ago, but now... it is almost as big as the teacup mouth."

Seeing this, Qiao Feng stepped forward and bowed to the sweeping monk: "The monk knows the root of his father's illness, but he also prays for mercy to save him."

The monk sweeping the floor returned the ceremony: "Please ask the donor to come up. My Buddha is compassionate and heals the disease and saves people, which is natural."

Qiao Feng was overjoyed and slowly stood up.

The sweeping monk sighed: "Old donor Xiao killed many people in the past and hurt innocent people. He shouldn't have done anything like Master Xuanku."

Xiao Yuanshan: "I am over 60 years old and have a son who is a man. Even if I die now, I will have no regrets? I must not admit my mistake."

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