From the rural love, many children and good fortune

For a moment, the venue fell into chaos, with shouts and exclamations intertwined.

While Xu Zhu was under the protection of Ye Erniang, his eyes were filled with fear.

Xu Zhu looked at the chaotic scene in front of him. Although he was afraid, he felt a surge of courage when he saw his mother fighting for him.

He clasped his hands together, chanted Buddhist scriptures, and a faint Buddha's light flashed on his body.

Wherever the Buddha's light shone, Murong Fu's phantom attack was slowed down.

"Hmph, little monk, you still have some tricks up your sleeve."

Upon seeing this, Murong Fu's eyes became even more vicious. He waved the round fan in his hand and a beam of black spiritual power shot towards Xu Zhu like an arrow.

Seeing this, Ye Erniang used her body to block Xu Zhu without hesitation, and the black spiritual power hit her back.

She spat out a mouthful of blood, but still hugged Xu Zhu tightly.

"Mother!" Xu Zhu shouted, tears welling up in his eyes.

Qiao Feng roared angrily and performed the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. The powerful palm wind was like a raging dragon emerging from the sea, attacking Murong Fu.

Li Tian also launched an attack again. The spiritual sword in his hand shone brightly and he performed a set of exquisite sword skills. The sword shadows were like a net, blocking Murong Fu's retreat.

Murong Fu was not in a hurry. He took out a small black bottle from his arms, opened the cap, and a cloud of black smoke came out, with bursts of shrill screams coming from the black smoke.

The black smoke spread rapidly, and those who were covered seemed to be trapped in a nightmare in an instant, with horror on their faces, and some even began to hurt themselves.

"Murong Fu, how dare you use such a vicious and evil technique!" Li Tian shouted angrily.

He used his spiritual power to create a gust of wind, trying to blow away the black smoke.

But the black smoke seemed to have a spirit and continued to condense and not dissipate.

At this moment, a mysterious old man in gray robe flew in from outside the field.

He held a dry wooden cane in his hand, waved it gently, muttered something, and the black smoke slowly dissipated.

"It's the Sweeping Monk!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

The sweeping monk looked at Murong Fu calmly: "Donor, the sea of ​​suffering is endless, turn back before it's too late. You have been controlled by the demon in your heart, don't do evil things again."

Murong Fu, however, laughed loudly and said, "Old monk, what do you know? I want the entire martial arts world to be at my disposal. I want everyone to know how powerful I, Murong Fu, am!"

As he said this, he rushed towards Xu Zhu with all his strength, obviously determined not to give up until he achieved his goal.

Seeing that the Sweeping Monk finally came out, Li Tian stopped pretending.

He had been holding back before, but now he no longer hid his strength.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he snorted coldly: "Murong Fu, you are courting death."

Li Tian's whole body was filled with spiritual power, his aura was as deep as a deep mountain, his body was as fast as lightning, and he instantly broke through his previous speed limit. In the blink of an eye, he stood in front of Murong Fu.

With a wave of the spiritual sword in his hand, a bright streak of spiritual power slashed towards Murong Fu.

This attack contained 50% of Li Tian’s spiritual power, and black cracks were torn into the space.

Murong Fu's face changed drastically. He felt the terrifying power of Li Tian's attack. He hurriedly recalled all the phantoms and worked together to form a black spiritual shield in front of him.

But Li Tian's attack was like a devastating blow, instantly shattering the shield.

Murong Fu was blown away by the powerful impact and fell heavily to the ground, blood spurting out of his mouth, and his palace dress became tattered.

"Li Tian, ​​you...how come you are so strong?" Murong Fu looked at Li Tian in horror, his eyes full of disbelief.

Li Tian's expression was icy: "Humph, today is the day you die, don't ask any more questions."

As he spoke, he raised the spiritual sword again, ready to deal a fatal blow to Murong Fu.

Just as Li Tian raised the spiritual sword and was about to deal a fatal blow to Murong Fu, the Sweeping Monk gently swung the dry wooden cane in his hand.

A soft Buddha light instantly lit up between Li Tian and Murong Fu, turning into a solid barrier.

Li Tian's spiritual sword slashed on the Buddha's light barrier, and he felt a soft but extremely tenacious force coming, which actually dissolved all his attacks. The sword body also trembled slightly, making a buzzing sound.

Li Tian frowned slightly and looked at the Sweeping Monk with some doubt and dissatisfaction in his eyes: "Sweeping Monk, what do you mean? Don't stop me."

The Sweeping Monk had a calm look, and he remained calm.

He slowly said, "Donor Li Tian, ​​God is merciful. Donor Murong has made a mistake, but if I take his life now, I'm afraid he will never be able to turn back. I am willing to convert him with the Dharma, and I hope you will show mercy."

Li Tian snorted coldly: "Humph, Sweeping Monk, you sound nice, but I would like to ask you where did Murong Fu's skills come from?"

The sweeping monk paused for a moment, still looking at Murong Fu calmly, and said slowly: "Although I don't know all the techniques that Mr. Murong has practiced, Mr. Murong's obsession is too deep, and he is controlled by the evil thoughts in the techniques, which is why he has committed so many evil deeds."

Murong Fu was listening at the side, but he laughed up to the sky: "Old monk, please don't pretend to be merciful here. The martial arts I practiced were passed down to me by you."

Li Tian's face was grim: "Humph, Sweeping Monk, should I call you Murong Longcheng?"

The Sweeping Monk was slightly startled, and a barely perceptible ripple flashed in his eyes.

But he quickly regained his composure: "Donor Li Tian, ​​I don't know why you have such a guess, but I am not Murong Longcheng."

Murong Fu also stopped laughing and looked at the Sweeping Monk.

There was a trace of doubt in his eyes: "Old monk, what is he talking about? Are you really our ancestor Murong Longcheng?"

Li Tian sneered, "Humph, you think you can hide it from me? Sweeping Monk, you are hiding it well enough. Although you appear to be kind, you secretly push many things forward, isn't it for the Murong family's cause of restoring the country? Murong Fu's skills are also obtained by you secretly guiding him."

At this moment, everyone was in an uproar.

Qiao Feng frowned and looked at the sweeping monk: "Master, is what Brother Li said true?"

The sweeping monk shook his head gently: "Amitabha, I am devoted to Buddhism and only want to resolve the hatred in the world. I have never promoted the restoration of the country, nor have I guided Mr. Murong to practice evil skills. Mr. Murong's inner demon is caused by his own obsession, which has nothing to do with me."

Li Tian pressed on: "Murong Longcheng, you are still pretending at this time, is it fun?"

The Sweeping Monk was silent for a long time, slowly raised his head, and a trace of vicissitudes and helplessness flashed in his eyes.

He finally said, "Forget it. Now that things have come to this, I don't need to hide it anymore. Donor Li Tian, ​​you guessed it right. I am Murong Longcheng."

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked.

Everyone looked at the Sweeping Monk with eyes filled with shock, confusion and anger.

Qiao Feng frowned, his eyes full of disappointment: "Master, I didn't expect you to be the one behind this. Why? Why did you do this?"

The sweeping monk sighed slightly, "Donor Qiao, although I am Murong Longcheng, I have long given up the idea of ​​restoring the country and have become a monk. But the fate of the Murong family is like a thorn in the flesh. Although I want to be detached, I still can't help but pay attention to it secretly. I have no intention of promoting the restoration of the country. It's just that I can't bear to see the descendants of the Murong family drifting further and further away on the road to restoration, so I occasionally take action and try to guide them back to the right path, but I didn't expect that it would still lead to today's disaster."

Murong Fu was pleasantly surprised: "Ancestor, since you are here, you will definitely help me restore my country, and the glory of our Murong family will surely reappear."

As he said this, he was about to approach the Sweeping Monk.