In a day, Li Bufu and Jiumozhi rode a fast horse and arrived at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.

At this time, many monks were patrolling the surroundings in Shaoshi Mountain. After Qiao Feng broke into Shaolin Temple, all the monks in the temple became much more cautious and entered a state of defense.

Li Bufu and Jiumozhi searched for half a day, but knew that they were inconvenient to enter the main temple, so they used their light skills to go around the back mountain, preparing to sneak into the Sutra Pavilion from behind.

Behind Shaolin Temple is a barren mountain with dense forests. It is the season when wild flowers are blooming and grass is growing. Li Bufu and Jiumozhi are walking in the mountains while secretly thinking about how to enter the Sutra Pavilion.

Jiumozhi said: "I exchanged martial arts with Mr. Murong Bo in the past and gained a lot. I don't need to get the 72 unique skills of Shaolin. When we go in, we just need to search for the "Yi Jin Jing". If we see other martial arts, we can also take it as soon as possible."

Li Bufu said, "Don't look for it for too long, just don't be caught by the monks of Shaolin Temple."

The two of them said, heading behind Shaolin Temple.

Jiumozhi saw that the ancient temples in Shaolin Temple were lined with Buddha spirit and countless houses were exaggerated. Suddenly, "With our martial arts, it is not too difficult to enter Shaolin Temple without knowing it. However, the Shaolin Temple is quite large. After all, we don't know where the Sutra Pavilion is. What should we do?"

Li Bufu thought for a moment, and just as he was about to answer, he suddenly turned around and slapped him with a palm.

There was really a person behind him who had a palm, fluttering and without any effort, flying away like catkins and hanging on the tree.

Li Bufu looked closely and saw that the man was an old man with clear eyes and beautiful eyes and long white eyebrows.

Hearing another "sneer", Jiumozhi's flame knife immediately slashed away. The man raised his body and avoided it. As the sword force passed, he cut off a tree trunk as thick as an arm.

The man rushed to another tree, suddenly laughed, and said, "Master Jiumozhi, did you forget me?"

Li Bufu looked at his face and felt familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly realized that his appearance was somewhat similar to Murong Fu.

Jiumozhi exclaimed: "Mr. Murong, is it you?! Aren't you dead?!"

This person is Murong Fu's father Murong Bo.

Li Bufu looked at Jiumozhi and was surprised to see him, but he saluted forward in a familiar way. They couldn't help but feel funny. They had just bullied Murong Bo's son Murong Fu, but when they met me, they pretended that nothing had happened.

Murong Bopiao fell down the tree and greeted Jiumozhi. Then he asked again: "Who is this hero? His palm power is excellent, and even I almost suffered a loss."

Jiumozhi smiled and said, "This person's famous work is Li Bufu, and he is the friend that the little monk met when he went to Guizhuang to worship you."

At this moment, he didn't mention that he had crossed Yanziwu and wanted to seize the Murong family's collection of books.

Murong Bo's eyes moved, and he also smiled, saying, "It's true that a hero is a boy."

Jiumozhi said: "Mr. Murong was able to recover from the dead, which made the young monk feel deeply relieved."

Both of them understood that Murong Bo should have used the trick of committing death because of some reason.

Murong Bo smiled and said, "This matter has been a long story. I will explain it slowly to you if I have time. I just don't know if the master and this brother Li are here in the back mountain of Shaolin...."

Jiumozhi looked slightly embarrassed and said, "I am merciful to Buddha! I have very few Tibetan Tantric scriptures. I want to observe Mahayana Buddhism but cannot. So I thought about entering Shaolin and want to observe the Sutra."

Murong Bo immediately understood the meaning and smiled and said, "Is this a matter difficult or not? I can lead the way for the master."

Jiumozhi's 72 Shaolin skills were taught by Murong Bo, and Murong Bo himself is not a Shaolin disciple, so anyone wants to get his "72 Special Skills" must be unclear.

Murong Bo probably doesn't know how many times he has sneaked into the Sutra Pavilion, so he is familiar with it.

Jiumozhi said happily: "Mr. Murong has such kindness, and after my Buddhist teachings, the young monk will repay you in the future!"

Murong Bo was waiting for his words, and immediately nodded and said, "Master, don't be too polite! But I am worried that this little brother's body skills are not enough to enter the Sutra Pavilion. If the monk guarding the temple is alarmed, it would be quite bad."

Jiumozhi said: "Mr. Murong, don't worry, this little brother has great martial arts, and even the little monk may not defeat him!"

Murong Bo looked at Li Bufu and asked, "Is that right? I haven't asked you about your master yet."

When Jiumozhi heard this, he looked at Li Bufu very much, and he had never seen Li Bufu's origin. He had originally seen all the masters in the world, but he was really unclear about Li Bufu's background.

Li Bufu looked at the two of them and probably guessed that one of them was doing stealing in the name of the national master; the other pretended to die to deceive the world and hid in Shaolin Temple. Both were ulterior motives and had their own plans. They wanted to find out their origins at this moment so as not to be difficult to grasp in the future.

Li Bufu said slowly: "I heard that the Murong family is good at 'using other people' and giving them the same way'. I guess he is familiar with the martial arts of each family."

Murong Bo smiled slightly and said, "I dare not say it well, but most of them have dabbled in it."

Li Bufu said, "Okay, then I will demonstrate my martial arts skills. Mr. Murong will probably be able to see my origin."

Murong Bo and Jiumozhi looked at each other, and they had a tacit understanding and nodded.

So Li Bufu raised his legs with one leg, embraced the moon with both hands, and made an extremely strange posture, slowly adjusting his breathing, as if he was immersed in the divine state.

He actually started practicing the kung fu in the "Blood Sword Sutra".

It is because the inheritance of the "Blood Sword Sutra" is very diverse. It includes both Buddhist methods and murderous sword techniques. It is a mental method, but it also includes fist and palm methods, and even combines some yoga techniques from India.

Moreover, the "Blood Sword Sutra" is a martial arts technique of the Blood Sword Sect, not owned by the martial arts world today. Li Bufu really didn't believe that Murong Bo could see the mystery.

Li Bufu even intended to tease the two of them once, deliberately making mistakes in some places, which was inappropriate. Murong Bo frowned repeatedly, but he secretly found it funny.

After a while of martial arts, when Li Bufu tried to grab his ear with one hand and his toes facing the sky, Murong Bo suddenly reached out and grabbed it, which was the "flower-scattering hand" in Shaolin martial arts. He brushed his two palms, like sprinkling flowers, and hit Li Bufu's left and right chests.

"Please use the knife technique!"

Clam!

Seeing Murong Bo dared to attack him, Li Bufu drew his sword and used a "bloody wind" technique in the bleeding sword technique to slash forward!

Now that this sword technique is used, it can be said to be done in one go, like a waterfall, without any stagnation. Li Bufu slashed and Murong Bo took a step back; after another slashed, Murong Bo took a step back.

He slashed out eighty-eight and sixty-four steps in one go, and Murong Bo took 8864 steps back!

After the sixty-fourth sword, Murong Bo suddenly stretched out his fingers and "swished" and released his energy, pointing it on Li Bufu's sword's face, stopping his momentum, and then quickly turned over and left.

Li Bufu stood with his knife in his arms and smiled and said, "Do you want to see again?"

After Murong Bo stood still, he spoke slowly, clasped his fists and said, "I offended you so much just now, I'm rude. Please forgive me, Brother Li."

He thought about it carefully and said, "I guess Brother Li has more than one master. This martial arts has both some yoga appearance, and seems to be integrated with the Bon magic technique, and a simple but sharp sword technique, which is really strange."

Murong Bo's knowledge was indeed extraordinary. Even if Li Bufu deliberately made some mistakes, he still saw the trick. The Blood Knife Sect was originally a Bon Sect, and he also told him about it.

When Jiumozhi, who was next to him, his expression suddenly changed and then returned to normal, saying, "It turns out that Brother Li is also a person who gathers martial arts from hundreds of schools, but the young monk used to be unknown."

"Mr. Murong, can we enter the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion now?"

Murong Bo said: "The two martial arts are rare in the world. The Shaolin Sutra Pavilion came and went at will."

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

Speaking of the latter, Murong Bo and Jiumozhi laughed together, Li Bufu followed behind them, and the three of them headed to the Sutra Pavilion.
Chapter completed!