"This is natural. The two donors are willing to turn back and take refuge in my Buddha. Then the grudges of the past will naturally dissipate with the wind." Xuanci also let go of his resentment towards Murong Bo and said seriously to the sweeping monk.

"That's good, that's good. The abbot is compassionate. It's really a blessing for Shaolin and a blessing for martial arts." The monk swept the floor also nodded, and looked at Ling Chen and Jiumozhi on the side, "Little donor, King Ming, you think this is good."

"I listen to Brother Ling." As for Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were persuaded by the sweeping monk and agreed to let go of all the past to become monks, Jiumozhi felt that all the changes were really too great, and he couldn't react, so he looked directly at Ling Chen, indicating that he completely obeyed his words at this moment.

"Master, if I remember correctly, you have a palm agreement with me. After one palm, you no longer care about this old man Murong." Ling Chen did not answer the question of the Sweeping Monk, but looked at him and asked coldly.

"Amitabha, this is the old monk who broke his promise, but the old monk once said that as long as he can make Mr. Murong turn back and take refuge in my Buddha, even if he is no longer able to recover, I will be willing to save him forever." The monk sweeping the floor accepted Ling Chen's accusation very happily, but at the same time he also expressed his attitude, looking at Ling Chen and said seriously: "Little donor, Mr. Xiao can give up his deep blood hatred for Mr. Murong, why can't you let go? Now Mr. Murong has turned back and turn back and is the shore. You give him a chance, and at the same time, you also give yourself a chance in your heart, so that you will not be controlled by hatred again."

"That's right, Xiao Chen, let him go with the wind in everything in the past." At this time, Xiao Yuanshan also spoke and persuaded Ling Chen.

"No, uncle, and master, my persistence is not a hatred for Murong old man, but a promise to others." Ling Chen waved his hand and said seriously, "I once promised a woman that she would definitely make Murong Bo pay the price. I also promised my elder brother that he would definitely avenge his bloody revenge."

Ling Chen, the so-called woman, is his clever and weird junior nephew, A Zi. Every time he thinks that Murong Bo scared A Zi like that and hurt him. In addition, his most admired elder brother Xiao Feng was so mean by Murong Bo (although life is not a good thing for Xiao Feng now!) Ling Chen has an unsuppressible murderous intent in his heart, so he still decided to kill Murong Bo at this moment.

"This..." If Ling Chen was because of his hatred for Murong Bo, the Sweeping Monk would try his best to persuade Ling Chen. After all, when will the revenge be repaid? However, if it was a promise to others, the Sweeping Monk would be difficult to speak because he could feel that Ling Chen was a person who absolutely trusted people. It would be harder to make him not keep his promise to others than to persuade Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo to let go of his obsession.

"Please pay!" Seeing that the monk sweeping the floor and Xiao Yuanshan had no words for a moment, Ling Chen no longer delayed and used Lingbo's microsteps, appeared in front of Murong Bo like a ghost, used the Tianshan Six Yang Palm attached with Beiming's true energy, and beat Murong Bo hard.

Bang!

Murong Bo fell to the ground in the palm of his hand...
Chapter completed!