The old monk shook his head and said.

"I dare not ask the old donor to admit his mistake and regret it. It's just that the old donor's injury arose because of practicing the Shaolin School of martial arts. If you want to find a way to resolve it, you must search for it from Buddhism."

He said this and turned to Murong Bo.

"Murong's old donor is ready to die, so I don't need to talk too much. But if I give me some advice, I will save the old donor from the pain of pricking three times a day in Yangbai, Lianquan and Fengfu, what if I do?"

Murong Bo's face changed drastically, and his whole body trembled slightly. His three acupoints in Yangbai, Lianquan and Fengfu were all trembling every morning, noon, and midnight, like ten thousand needles, and the pain was unstoppable. No matter what kind of magic medicine he took, it would be useless.

As long as you exercise your internal strength, the pain of acupuncture will penetrate deep into the bone marrow. If you die three times in a day, where can you have any fun in life?

The pain has become even worse in recent years. So he was willing to die in exchange for Xiao Feng's request to launch an army to attack Song. Although it was for the great cause of restoring the Yan Kingdom, a small part of it was also for the sake of suffering from this unknown disease, which was really unbearable.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the old monk tell him the root of his illness, and I was really shocked.

As a man of martial arts master, he would not be surprised if a thunderbolt sounded in his ears in vain. Even ten thunderbolts sounded were just thinking that God was farting and ignored it. But the old monk's simple words made him frightened and frightened.

His body trembled twice, and he suddenly felt that the needle-like pain broke out in the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan and Fengfu.

It was not the moment of attack at first, but when the mind was shocked, the pain suddenly arose. At that moment, I could only grit my teeth and endure it. But the teeth were not tight, and the upper and lower teeth were colliding, and they were in a mess.

Murong Bo has always been forced to be strong and strong. He would rather kill him than be humiliated by others. He forced himself to endure it without saying a word, and wanted to wait until he could bear it.

Seeing that Murong Bo seemed to have relapsed from his old injury, Qiao Feng said to the old monk.

"The murder sins committed by my father were all caused by my subordinates. I begged the monk to cure my father's injuries. All the crimes and responsibilities were received by my subordinates, and I would never refuse to die."

The old monk smiled and said.

"I have already said that to resolve the internal injuries of Old Donor Xiao, you must seek from Buddhism. Buddha is born from the heart, and Buddha is awakening. Others can only give guidance, but they cannot do it for you. I asked Old Donor Xiao a sentence: If you have the ability to cure injuries, then will you be willing to heal the internal injuries of Old Donor Murong? "

Xiao Yuanshan was stunned and said.

"I...I'll treat the injury for Mr. Murong...the old man?"

Then Xiao Yuanshan said gritting his teeth.

"Murong's old man killed my beloved wife and ruined my life. I wish I could cut him into pieces and cut him into meat sauce."

The old monk.

"If you don't see Old Donor Murong die in a bad life, will you not be able to relieve your hatred in your heart?"

Xiaoyuan Mountain Road.

"It's true. I have been thinking about it day and night, and I have only this blood hatred."

The old monk nodded.

“That’s easy too.”

He walked forward slowly, stretched out his palm, and slapped Murong Bo's head.

When Murong Bo first saw the old monk approaching, he didn't care. He saw him stretching his palm to slap his sky spirit cover. He quickly raised his left hand to raise his face, but was afraid that the other party's martial arts were too powerful. After raising his hand, his body floated backwards.
Chapter completed!