Martial arts god-level merit system

Ye Erniang had long wanted to come over and ask Liu Bufan about her son’s whereabouts, but she had never had a chance, and now when she heard Liu Bufan say this, she couldn’t help it anymore, crying and heading straight towards Liu Bufan.

Liu Bufan knew Ye Erniang’s intentions, his gaze had already searched for virtual bamboo among the Shaolin virtual character group monks, and immediately walked to the virtual bamboo, pointed to Ye Erniang who came quickly, and said to the virtual bamboo: “That’s your mother.” ”

“My mother?”

Void Bamboo was dazed, and was already held in Ye Erniang’s arms, looking for a mark, and then hissed and cried bitterly: “Son, my bitter son…”

Except for Xiao Yuanshan and Xuanci’s trembling faces, the others did not understand what was going on.

Liu Bufan did not wait for Xiao Yuanshan to say something, so he said: “The culprit is Murong Bo, if there is no Murong Bo, all these grievances and sorrows will not exist, Murong Bo is the one you want to kill.” ”

“Exactly, father, killing Murong Lao Thief is the right thing.” Xiao Feng also did not agree with his father’s indiscriminate killing of innocents, stepped on two steps, pointed at Murong Bo and shouted, “You culprit, come up and take death.” ”

“Haha…”

Murong Bo let out a long laugh, took Murong Fu, jumped up, and rushed towards the mountain.

“Chase.”

Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng immediately chased after them.

The four of them had superb martial arts, and without waiting for the group of monks to react, they disappeared between the yellow walls and green tiles of the Shaolin Temple.

Qunxiong wanted to follow up, but was stopped by the Shaolin monks in formation, and only allowed Liu Bufan, Shenshan Shangren, Ku Rong Master and other Buddhist sect people.

Liu Bufan unfolded Lingbo’s microsteps, followed Murong Bo’s father and son, and arrived all the way to the outside of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Inside the Tibetan scripture pavilion, Xiao Yuanshan’s father and son and Murong Bo’s father and son were confronting, and Liu Bufan only heard Murong Bo outside that Murong Bo was still cleverly talking to Xiao Yuanshan and his Murong family when he arrived at this step:

“Xiao Daxia’s official residence is the king of the Southern Court of the Liao Kingdom, with heavy troops in hand, if he is willing to wave his army south, I, Murong Clan, will build a righteous banner, send troops to Shandong, echo for Daliao, and at the same time contact the three kingdoms of Tubo, Western Xia, and Dali, and the five heroes rise together and divide the Great Song. At that time, the Central Plains group will be gathered and annihilated, like stepping ants. How is Xiao Laoxia like this, wanting to take revenge quickly, even a kid surnamed Liu who has not dried up dare to block it horizontally. Xiao Daxia was chased by the gang in the past, and the evil breath that was surrounded and killed by the group of heroes can also be spit out. ”

When Xiao Yuanshan heard this, he was immediately very moved.

Liu Bufan knew that with Xiao Feng’s person, he would definitely not allow it, and he was not in a hurry to enter.

Liu Bufan had a big question in his heart, and wanted to verify it first…

Under his gaze, Liu Bufan soon found that on the corridor outside the window of the Tibetan scripture pavilion, a thin old monk in a green robe was sweeping the floor with a broom.

The old monk’s sparse few sparse white sticks under his jaw, slow to move, weak energy, not at all like the appearance of martial arts, but Liu Bufan knew that he was the number one in martial arts today, and no one could walk under him.

Liu Bufan walked over gently, smiled and saluted the sweeping monk: “Greet the god monk in the evening.” ”

The sweeping monk slowly raised his head, his eyes were dazed, he had no spirit, and anyone looked at it as an ordinary old monk.

“Lao Gu is just a sweeper. Little donors don’t have to be polite, please say something. The sweeping monk smiled kindly.

Liu Bufan nodded: “Murong Bo’s words, you and I have heard, like Murong Bo, who looks at the people of the world as ants, does the monk think that he can also get the forgiveness of the Buddha?” ”

The sweeping monk smiled slightly: “Dharma compassion, universal sentient beings.” ”

“The divine monk is really compassionate, but I want to know whether it is fair to those thousands of living beings who were killed by him and are about to be killed, and whether there is still good and evil in the world? Those who commit great evils are not punished, justice is not served, everyone has any scruples, murder and arson do everything, can the hearts of the people of the world still be maintained? ”

“The little benefactor is in the picture.” The sweeping monk said kindly.

“Looking…”

Liu Bufan suddenly closed his eyes, hugged Yuan Shouyi, and carried the Taoist Qi Refining Divine Method taught to him by Wuyazi, and used the power of his mind to perceive the detailed thoughts of the sweeping monk.

This is an ethereal method, and perhaps nothing can be perceived.

But the result surprised Liu Bufan.

He immediately felt a powerful thought rush into his mind.

This thought could not be stopped at all, although Liu Bufan tried his best to use his own thoughts to resist, but still retreated step by step, for a while, he only felt that there was a completely different Zen chanting in his mind that was completely different from his original concept roaring and echoing.

The thought of compassion filled his mind, the five essences were empty, Murong Bo was empty, the Jinge Iron Horse Corpse Mountain was empty, justice was empty, and everything in the world was empty…

“No, these are living beings, not the emptiness of the Buddha’s family.”

Liu Bufan did not agree with the emptiness of the Buddhist family, his original thoughts were shouting and fighting, but unfortunately it seemed so weak in front of the compassionate thoughts of the sweeping monk, and it would soon be completely submerged.

But at this moment, the sweeping monk’s mind suddenly disappeared.

Liu Bufan vaguely understood that this power of thought was not deliberately released by the sweeping monk, but he actively sensed the sweeping monk’s sea of knowledge with the intention of refining the Qi Transformation God, which attracted a wisp of compassion from the sweeping monk.

If it was someone else, it was just that the mind suddenly felt a burst of emptiness, and with a moment of compassion, it quickly returned to its original state.

But for Liu Bufan, it is completely different. The thought of compassion that attracted it directly affected his mind.

The mind was dispersed, and the burning sensation that disappeared immediately appeared in the dantian again, heating up rapidly.

After only a moment, Liu Bufan felt that there was a thin line in the dantian shaped like a thin magma, and the flames were churning, and they spread along the meridians throughout the body, burning the body, and the pain was unbearable.

But in addition to Liu Bufan himself, even if someone is pasted on Liu Bufan now, he doesn’t feel particularly hot.

In the eyes of outsiders, it was Liu Bufan who was swept away by the monk’s words and stood on the spot, and had an epiphany, but he didn’t know that Liu Bufan was in the initial state of going crazy and dying at any time.

When Liu Bufan was trying to calm his mood, he also hurriedly ran the Northern True Qi, forcibly suppressed the burning sensation, and his body returned to normal.

“Sure enough…”

By experiencing the power of the sweeping monk’s mind, Liu Bufan verified his doubts.

At this time, Xiao Feng had already flatly rejected Murong Bo’s vicious proposal.

The sweeping monk entered the Tibetan scripture pavilion to resolve the grudge between the two families.

All the senior monks of the Shaolin Xuanzi generation, the people on the sacred mountain, Master Ku Rong, and others had already arrived and watched and listened.

Liu Bufan did nothing, just quietly observed. _

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