Chapter 392 Sweeping Monk

As soon as Xin Zhen spoke, Jiumozhi dared not speak anymore.

At this time, Murong Fu rushed in from another window. When Murong Bo and Jiumozhi saw Murong Fu coming in, they immediately felt relieved.

Murong Bo said again: "The Xiao family here want to kill me and are willing to do so. What do you think, Master?"

Jiumozhi said: "How can I sit idly by as we have known each other for so many years?"

When Xiao Feng saw Murong Fu arriving, it became a three-on-three situation. Although Murong Fu was slightly weaker, he should not be underestimated. And this Jiumozhi's martial arts skills were even more unfathomable. However, he did not know about the fight between Jiumozhi and Xin Zhen.

But he was brave and courageous, and did not care about the adverse situation at all. He shouted loudly: "I will never give up until the matter of life or death is decided today. Take it!" He slapped Murong Bo with a palm.

Murong Bo quickly flicked his left hand, concentrating his strength to dissipate the palm force. With a loud clatter, the wood of a bookshelf on the left flew into pieces and broke into several pieces, and the scriptures on the shelf fell down.

Xiao Feng's palm was powerful. Although Murong Bo brushed it away, he was unable to neutralize it. He just shifted the force and hit the bookshelf.

Murong Bo smiled slightly and said, "Murong in the south, Qiao Feng in the north! The reputation is indeed well-deserved! Brother Xiao, I have something to say, do you want to hear it?"

Xiao Yuanshan said, "No matter how you flatter me, you can't ask me not to avenge my wife's murder."

Xin Zhen laughed and said, "Jiumozhi, do you really want to wade into this muddy water?"

Jiumozhi said: "I received the favor of Mr. Murong's teachings in the past, and I have to repay it. Mr. Xin, you and the Murong family do not have any hatred. Listen to what I say, can you please not get involved?"

Xin Zhen smiled and said, "Although I have no personal hatred against the Murong family, we do have hatred for the country. The Murong family hid in the Central Plains. I don't know how many people died for the Murong family's restoration of the country. How could I stand by and watch? What's more, Brother Xiao and I are close friends. Even if I help, it is reasonable."

Murong Bo said: "Mr. Xin, Xiao Feng and his son are Khitans, the mortal enemies of the Song people. It is not right for you to help them. What do you think about this, Mr. Xin?"

Xin Zhen laughed and said, "What's the point of being unreasonable? I'm just happy. Why are you trying to stop me with this kind of talk? I'm not a pedantic person, so I won't listen to your nonsense."

As soon as these words were spoken, Murong Bo and his son both changed color.

Just when Murong Bo and his son were attacked and injured, they suddenly heard an old voice outside the window saying, "Good, good, revenge will never end. You should think of the people of the world, be compassionate, and resolve the hatred."

Except for Xin Zhen, the other five were all surprised when they heard this. How come they didn't notice there was someone outside the window?

And judging from the tone of this person's voice, it seemed that he had been outside the window for a long time.

Xin Zhen had heard the old man outside the window for a long time, but he just didn't point it out.

Murong Fu shouted, "Who is it?" Without waiting for the other party to answer, he slapped out with a bang, and the two long windows flew out and landed on the pavilion.

Outside the window, on the corridor, I saw a skinny monk in a green robe, holding a broom and sweeping the floor.

The monk was quite old, with a few sparse long beards that were completely white. He moved slowly and was weak, not looking like a martial artist. Murong Fu asked again, "How long have you been hiding here?"

The old monk slowly raised his head and said, "Donor, please ask me how long I have been hiding here?" The five people stared at him and saw that his eyes were blank and listless, but his voice was the same as the one that praised Xiao Feng just now.

Murong Fu said: "Yes, I asked you, how long have you been hiding here?"

The old monk counted on his fingers, and after a long while, he shook his head, an apologetic look appeared on his face, and said, "I... I can't remember clearly, I don't know if it was forty-two years or forty-three years.

When this old lay Buddhist Xiao first came to read the sutras at night, I… I had been here for more than ten years. Later… Later, old lay Buddhist Murong also came.

Alas, you and I have messed up the scriptures in the pavilion, and I don’t know why.”

Everyone was shocked.

The old monk then recounted what Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo had done in the Sutra Library over the past few decades, which shocked Murong Bo, Xiao Yuanshan and the others. He then made a conclusion that they should not practice the seventy-two unique skills together.

Xin Zhen looked at the monk in sweeping clothes with a smile on his face. At this moment, there was a sound downstairs, followed by a few light footsteps on the stairs, and seven or eight monks jumped up to the pavilion.

First came the two Shaolin monks of the Xuan generation, Xuan Yin and Xuan Sheng, followed by several foreign monks such as Shen Shan, Shen Yin, Dao Qing and Guan Xin, and then the two monks of the Xuan generation, Xuan Gou and Xuan Jing.

The monks were surprised to see Xin Zhen, Xiao Yuanshan and his son, Murong Bo and his son, and Jiumozhi were all in the pavilion, listening to a strange old monk talking. These monks were all well-educated and wise, so they did not go forward to disturb him, but stood aside and listened to what he said.

The old monk ignored all the monks who came up and was about to continue talking when Xin Zhen suddenly said, "Well, why say so much? If you have a grudge, take it. If you have a revenge, take revenge. I will borrow your precious land for a while. Once we have resolved it, we will leave immediately.

Brother Qiao, I didn’t treat you well last time you went to Gusu, so this time you’re going with your sister-in-law, I have to treat you well.”

The monks glared at Xin Zhen. The sweeping monk looked at Xin Zhen with some hesitation in his eyes and said, "My benefactor, I think you should be the most skilled martial artist here.

But you must know that Buddhism is about saving the world, while martial arts is about killing. The two are in opposite directions and restrain each other. Only when the Buddhist Dharma is higher and the compassion is stronger, can you practice more martial arts skills.

"My dear donor, you have great martial arts skills, but you seem to be ignorant of Buddhism. I am afraid that your anger will increase. If you cannot use compassion and Buddhism to reconcile and resolve it every day, the anger will penetrate deep into your internal organs and become more and more severe. It is a hundred times more powerful than any external poison. Why not let this old monk recite Buddhism to you every day to eliminate your anger, okay?"

Xin Zhen smiled and said, "Okay, Master, I have finished talking. Please move aside." Then Xin Zhen walked towards Murong Bo and his son. The old monk seemed not to see them and said, "Young donor, please listen to what I have to say."

Xin Zhen also pretended not to hear anything. Since the old monk did not dodge, he did not stop. He saw that the two of them were still about ten feet apart, and it seemed as if two layers of extremely soft yet extremely hard barriers were touching each other.

The old monk's barrier was three feet high, like a layer of faint golden light, exuding a tranquil and solemn atmosphere.

Xin Zhen’s barrier was seven feet high, revealing a deep black color, as if it was the deepest part of the night sky, giving people a sense of inviolable majesty.

When the two layers of barriers touched each other, there was a sudden extremely violent roar, and a violent energy force emerged from between the two people and shot out in all directions.

(End of this chapter)