Traveling through the martial arts world

Chapter 129 Sweeping the Floor

Zhuang Juxian had not expected that today, which was his chance to make a name for himself, would encounter so many twists and turns.

"Dad, since Xuanci is dead, there is only Murong Bo left. We have to avenge Mom!"

Xiao Feng said to Xiao Yuanshan.

"Not bad!"

Then he looked at Murong Bo, who also laughed.

"If you want revenge, come on, my father and I will take it all!"

As they were talking, Xiao Feng and his son, and Murong Fu and his son, started fighting in Shaoshi Mountain. For a moment, the scene of the grandmasters was extremely spectacular.

The two sides fought for a long time without a clear winner. Suddenly, Murong Bo thought of something and flew away from Shaoshi Mountain and flew towards the Sutra Library of Shaolin Temple.

Xiao Feng and his son followed closely behind, and many martial arts masters also flew towards the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion.

"Not good, Senior Brother Xuanbei, Murong Bo has led people to the Sutra Library. We should hurry over there to avoid causing damage to the scriptures!"

Xuan Nan, who was next to Xuan Bei, said.

"That's right. We can't take care of Xiao Feng and his son anymore. Let's go to the Sutra Library to provide support!"

Most of the martial artists had been stopped, and only a few with high martial arts skills entered Shaolin, most of whom were masters at the grandmaster level.

"Sir, is this our chance?"

Zhuang Juxian asked the gentleman next to him

"That's right, you and I will go into the Sutra Library and wait for our opportunity!"

As they spoke, the two flew directly to the Sutra Library, and Zhao Min looked at Huang Shaolin beside her and said

"They all went to the Sutra Library. I wonder if the secret books of Shaolin Temple will be preserved! Should we go and join in the fun?"

Zhao Min looked eager to try, and Huang Shaolin said

“The Shaolin Temple has been passed down for thousands of years, not without foundation. There is now a master at the peak of the Grandmaster level in the Sutra Library, who has even stepped half a foot into the realm of the gods. These martial artists are nothing to be afraid of!”

Zhao Min and Su Quan were also shocked. They didn't expect that there was a master at the half-step celestial being level in Shaolin Temple.

"What about us?"

"Let's go, what are you afraid of? I'm not afraid of your husband!"

Huang Shaolin teased all the way, while Zhao Min blushed and said

"You are not my husband, and I am not planning to marry you yet!"

"Hey, sister Zhao Min, you better hurry up, or you will regret it. My husband is very popular!"

Su Quan also teased.

"Sister Su, you are making fun of me too. I will ignore you!"

As she was about to run, Huang Shaolin grabbed her with one hand and Su Quan with the other, and flew directly towards the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Library. Zhao Min hugged Huang Shaolin tightly, afraid that she would fall.

At this time, Murong Bo began his speech in the Sutra Library.

"Brother Xiao, your son Xiao Feng is now the Southern Court King of Liao, commanding half of Liao's troops. As long as you agree to lead your army south and wish for the restoration of the Murong clan, I, Murong Bo, am willing to offer my head with both hands. What do you think, Brother Xiao?"

Xiao Yuanshan looked at Xiao Feng

"Dad, this is a personal grudge between us and Murong Bo. We cannot involve the people of Song and Liao. Today, you and I can take revenge if we can. If we can't, then it doesn't matter if we die. We must not let the people of the two countries suffer!"

Xiao Feng said loudly.

"Xiao Feng, if you don't avenge your mother, you are unfilial!"

Murong Bo also said in a deep voice

"A real man should die, but he must not harm the people even in death!"

Xiao Feng replied.

"Amitabha, Mr. Xiao is indeed a hero, caring about the people of the world. I admire him!"

The sound of Buddhist chanting came from all directions, making it impossible to tell the direction of the sound.

"who is it?"

Murong Fu shouted. At this time, an old monk wearing a monk's hat and holding a broom slowly walked out.

"Who are you, sir, and when did you come?"

Murong Bo was also surprised. He didn't even notice that there was anyone in the Sutra Library.

"When did you come? I can't remember clearly. It's been a long time. I was here when the old donor Murong came thirty years ago. Half a year later, the old donor Xiao also came.

I still remember that the first book that old donor Murong got was the Moka Finger, while old donor Xiao got the Wuxiang Jie Finger. The two donors secretly learned martial arts, which made the Sutra Library a mess. I had to clean it up every day. "

The Sweeping Monk spoke slowly, and everyone present was shocked, especially some warriors who arrived later.

"I didn't expect that there is such a master in my Shaolin Temple!"

Xuan Bei also sighed, and now he felt relieved.