The Heavenly Dragon's Beginning in the Journey Through the Heavens

Seeing Murong Bo fall heavily injured, Qiao Feng did not hesitate at all and went straight forward to kill him.

After all, this was the best opportunity to kill him; if they missed it, they probably wouldn't have another chance like it.

Qiao Feng's palm strike contained the power of his entire life and was filled with boundless hatred; he wanted to finish off Murong Bo with a single blow.

After all, Murong Bo caused his family to be destroyed when he was young, and killing him was not enough to quell the hatred in his heart.

Seeing that Murong Bo had been struck by a palm and had temporarily lost his fighting ability, Ling Feng did not continue to attack.

Anyway, as long as we can ensure that the other party doesn't run away, that's fine.

Just as Qiao Feng's palm was about to land on Murong Bo, a Buddhist chant suddenly rang out.

"Amitabha"

As the sound faded, an old monk suddenly appeared in the arena, directly blocking Qiao Feng's fatal palm strike.

No one saw how the old monk appeared. When they finally saw him, Qiao Feng's palm struck just three feet in front of him.

A powerful surge of internal energy erupted from Qiao Feng's palm, sweeping away like a whirlwind.

However, the old monk stood there steadily, like an indestructible mountain.

His cassock fluttered in the wind, but his body remained motionless, seemingly completely unaffected by Qiao Feng's palm strike.

Qiao Feng was shocked. This old monk was able to block his full-force attack so easily! Just how strong was he?

"Amitabha……"

The old monk chanted a Buddhist mantra again, his voice calm and gentle.

"Donor, please forgive others when you can."

The old monk who suddenly appeared was not recognized by anyone in the room.

This sudden turn of events caused Xiao Yuanshan and Xuan Ci, who were engaged in combat, to both stop.

Xiao Yuanshan looked at the suddenly appearing old monk, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes. Then, he flashed and arrived next to Qiao Feng.

"Feng'er, be careful, this person is unfathomable!"

Xiao Yuanshan said in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng nodded slightly and stood side by side with Xiao Yuanshan, preparing to deal with the suddenly appearing old monk together.

No one recognized the old monk who had suddenly appeared, but Ling Feng knew who he was.

He must be the big boss here, the Sweeping Monk. Ling Feng didn't expect him to actually show up; he originally thought the other party wouldn't.

After all, in the original story, the Sweeper Monk didn't make a move until the very end.

Moreover, Ling Feng still remembers when he watched the TV series, the Sweeper Monk severely injured Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan with a single move, he was simply invincible!

Thinking of this, Ling Feng couldn't help but swallow hard, secretly thinking that with his current strength, he probably couldn't even withstand a single move from the Sweeper Monk.

After all, he was already able to release his inner energy, which clearly meant he had reached the Grandmaster level.

Although he can now challenge Grandmaster-level experts, he is still clearly no match for Great Grandmaster-level experts.

Qiao Feng looked at the suddenly appearing old monk and became secretly wary.

He had spent so many years at Shaolin Temple, yet he had never seen this old monk before.

He immediately asked:

"May I ask what your Dharma name is, Master?"

"Amitabha"

The old monk put his hands together and said softly:

“This humble monk has been practicing here for many years, and has long forgotten his name.”

The Sweeper Monk did not provide an answer to Qiao Feng's curiosity.

Perhaps because his time in the temple was so long, he gradually forgot even his own name.

Qiao Feng wasn't interested in the old monk's chanting; he just wanted to know why the monk was stopping him from taking revenge.

"Master, this person has a blood feud with my father and me. I hope you will not stop him."

Qiao Feng stared intently at the old monk, his eyes filled with anger and hatred.

"Amitabha"

The old monk clasped his hands together again and slowly said:

"This is a sacred Buddhist site. Your intention to kill is too strong, and it is not advisable to resort to violence here."

"Besides, Heaven cherishes life. This benefactor is already seriously injured, so why must you kill him?"

Upon hearing the Sweeper Monk's words, Qiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan were both filled with rage, their hearts burning with fury.

You must understand, Murong Bo has a blood feud with them! How could they easily let go of such a deep-seated hatred?

However, Qiao Feng knew that the Sweeper Monk was extremely powerful and that he couldn't fight him head-on. So, he spoke to the Sweeper Monk in a tactful tone:

"Master, this man is ruthless and has committed numerous evils. If we do not kill him, it will be difficult to quell the hatred in my heart. Please do not interfere in this matter and let us handle it ourselves."

"Amitabha"

The sweeping monk clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist prayer, and slowly said:

"Benefactor, one should show mercy when possible. Besides, he is already a dying man, why must you kill him?"

However, Qiao Feng couldn't help but feel curious when he heard the Sweeper Monk refer to Murong Bo as a dying man.

"What do you mean by that, Master? Why do you say this person is a dying man?"

Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng immediately pressed for an answer, while the others looked at the Sweeper Monk with puzzled expressions.

"Amitabha, good, good!"

The sweeping monk put his hands together, recited a Buddhist chant, and then said:

"This man came to my Shaolin Scripture Pavilion a few years ago to steal the Shaolin Seventy-Two Arts. Although he is exceptionally talented, he has already gone astray due to his lack of Buddhist teachings and his reckless practice. His body has accumulated countless hidden injuries, and he is now terminally ill and beyond saving. He probably won't live much longer."

After saying that, the Sweeper Monk pointed to Xiao Yuanshan next to Qiao Feng and said:

"The benefactor next to you also came to the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion to steal the Seventy-Two Arts, so he too will soon die."

The people reacted differently after hearing his words.

The Shaolin monks immediately began to discuss among themselves. They had no idea that these two had been secretly learning martial arts in the Sutra Pavilion for so long without their knowledge.

The two people involved were stunned on the spot, unsure whether the sweeping monk was deceiving them.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes. Their hearts were filled with turmoil. Were they really about to die?

Qiao Feng was also stunned. He hadn't expected that he would have such a premonition of death so soon after recognizing his father.

Qiao Feng's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief, and he hurriedly asked:

"Master, how can you be so sure? Did you see it with your own eyes?"

"Amitabha……"

The sweeping monk clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist prayer, and slowly said:

"It was something I saw with my own eyes. Originally, I saw that the two of them had gone mad from practicing martial arts so hard that I deliberately placed several Buddhist scriptures next to the books they usually read, hoping that they could use the Dharma to resolve the anger in their hearts. But alas! They only had martial arts in their eyes and didn't even glance at these Buddhist scriptures."

"Do you two feel a dull pain in your chest, specifically at the Tanzhong acupoint? This is the root of your troubles from over-practicing martial arts."

As soon as the Sweeper Monk finished speaking, Qiao Feng immediately turned his questioning gaze to Xiao Yuanshan.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were both stunned, as if struck by lightning.

Clearly, everything the Sweeping Monk said was true.