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Perhaps Qiao Feng couldn't kill all the Shaolin disciples, but a martial arts master at the Golden Core stage was clearly not someone the few hundred people near the Sutra Pavilion could withstand. Such a master could treat Shaolin Temple like his own backyard, coming and going as he pleased.
Just when he was about to say something.
An apologetic voice rang out from outside the courtyard of the Sutra Repository.
"Amitabha, good, good, good."
No one has arrived yet.
The sound arrives first.
Everyone recognized the voice and made way for it in the courtyard, chanting Buddhist scriptures to welcome the speaker.
The visitor was none other than Abbot Xuanci, a highly respected monk at Shaolin Temple.
only.
At this moment, Abbot Xuanci was no longer as composed as before, but instead looked worried and distressed, which inevitably led people to make some guesses.
Could he really be the ringleader of the Yanmen Pass massacre?
Several Shaolin monks frowned and looked at each other, a sense of foreboding creeping into their hearts.
If Abbot Xuanci is indeed the ringleader who harmed Qiao Feng's family, Shaolin Temple's reputation will be severely damaged, and it might even become a laughing stock in the martial arts world of the Northern Song Dynasty.
After all, there are many pilgrims living in Shaolin Temple, including some martial arts practitioners, who may be secretly watching the show.
"Abbot Xuanci, you've finally appeared? You must have heard my question earlier..."
"Benefactor Xiao, there's no need to say anything more!"
Before Qiao Feng could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Abbot Xuanci.
Then, in front of hundreds of people, Abbot Xuanci said apologetically, "You guessed right, I am the ringleader who planned the Yanmen Pass massacre back then."
Wow~!
An uproar erupted in the room, filled with various noises.
Apart from the Shaolin sweeping monk, no one else could remain calm.
The dozen or so Shaolin monks looked at Abbot Xuanci in disbelief, thinking they had misheard.
"Senior Brother Xuanci, you..."
"Junior brother, don't say any more, just let me finish."
Abbot Xuanci ignored the Shaolin monks in the courtyard and looked up at Qiao Feng, adding, "Back then, I also listened to slander and threw your parents off a cliff. Only afterward did I realize that I had been used, but I could not atone for this sin."
"Roar……"
On the top wing of the Sutra Pavilion, Qiao Feng unleashed a terrifying surge of energy, and the essence of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms made him let out a furious dragon roar.
Although he had already checked in on the message in the multiverse communication group, once he actually confirmed it, the anger hidden in his heart was like a powder keg that was completely ignited.
"I've been trying to track down the ringleader, but I've been framed repeatedly. Was it you who did this?!"
Qiao Feng practically roared these words. By the end, his long hair was wildly dancing, and the power within him became incredibly violent, threatening to spiral out of control at any moment.
“A monk does not lie. After the incident at Yanmen Pass, I have not left Shaolin for thirty years. I have always felt guilty towards Benefactor Xiao, so how could I possibly frame you?”
Abbot Xuanci frankly stated that since he dared to show himself, he was prepared to die at any moment.
No one knew that the Yanmen Pass massacre had haunted him for thirty years, and he had lived in guilt for the past thirty years. He had originally wanted to spend the rest of his life in Shaolin Temple, eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures.
Unexpectedly, Qiao Feng came to seek revenge these past two days.
After a fierce internal struggle, Abbot Xuanci still appeared here.
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As the saying goes, the person who tied the bell must untie it.
Regardless of tonight's outcome, Abbot Xuanci wants to resolve this thirty-year-old feud and doesn't want to see anyone else bear the consequences of their mistakes.
Outside the Sutra Repository, the Shaolin disciples were at a loss for words, unsure of what to do.
This was because Abbot Xuanci was in the wrong. The truth about Yanmen Pass was right in front of them, and it was Abbot Xuanci who orchestrated the Yanmen Pass massacre. This made some Shaolin disciples feel ashamed.
at this time.
Abbot Xuanci, sensing something, turned to a Shaolin disciple watching behind him and said in a deep voice, "Old Master Murong Bo, it was you who spread false information to me back then, trying to incite conflict between the Central Plains martial arts world and the Khitan warriors. Do you still want to watch the show?"
The news that Murong Bo of the Murong family in Gusu was not dead was something Abbot Xuanci had only recently learned. When that Shaolin disciple looked over just now, Abbot Xuanci felt that he was very familiar with him.
A person's appearance can be faked, but their eyes cannot be concealed.
Before the Yanmen Pass massacre, Abbot Xuanci and Murong Bo were friends for many years, so they recognized each other the moment their eyes met.
Chapter 18: The Powerful Suppression of Murong Bo Leaves Grandmaster Xiao Yuanshan Stunned
Murong Bo was hiding in Shaolin Temple and disguised as a monk, which was something Abbot Xuanci had not expected.
No wonder I haven't been able to find out where Murong Bo is all these years. He's been hiding right under my nose every day. This is a blatant slap in the face!
"Mr. Murong Bo, do you intend to continue this pretense?"
Abbot Xuanci stomped down with his staff, sparks flew everywhere, and a dull thud was heard, cracking the stone-paved floor.
"Hehehe... Fellow Daoist Xuanci, I didn't expect that after thirty years, your eyesight is still as good as ever. You recognized me with just one glance."
Under the astonished gazes of the Shaolin disciples.
Murong Bo removed his hood and human skin mask, revealing his true appearance.
After emerging from seclusion behind the Shaolin Temple, he disguised himself and blended into the Shaolin disciples, intending to investigate the Sutra Repository. However, the appearance of Abbot Xuanci disrupted his plans.
In fact.
If Murong Bo had seen the strength Qiao Feng had just displayed, he would have fled in terror long ago, and wouldn't be as calm as he is now.
after all.
His current cultivation level is only at the early stage of Grandmaster, which is the result of years of secretly learning martial arts while hiding in Shaolin Temple.
"Old Master Murong, back then you deceived this old monk to harm Benefactor Xiao's family. Did you feel no remorse whatsoever?"
When facing Qiao Feng, Abbot Xuanci appeared helpless and remorseful.
But when facing Murong Bo, he seemed like a completely different person, standing on the moral high ground and rebuking him: "If I'm not mistaken, your ultimate goal is not just to incite conflict between the Central Plains martial arts world and the Khitan warriors, but to provoke a war between the Song and Liao dynasties!"
"You have always harbored the ambition to restore the Great Yan. If the Song and Liao dynasties go to war, the world will surely be in chaos, and your Murong family will be able to rise up in the process. Am I right?"
It was less of an inquiry and more of an explanation; Abbot Xuanci spoke with such righteous indignation that it shook the very soul.
"Haha, not bad, it's just a pity you found out too late!"
Murong Bo didn't bother to argue, because the plan was already more than half successful.
The Yanmen Pass massacre directly or indirectly affected the feud between the Central Plains martial arts world and the Khitan warriors. Especially recently, the Liao Dynasty's intention to move south has made relations with the Northern Song Dynasty very tense.
The conflict between the two sides is irreversible, and it will only take some time for the world to descend into chaos.
"Have you two said enough?"
The top floor of the Sutra Repository.
Standing on the eaves, Qiao Feng gave a cold shout.
He learned the truth about the Battle of Yanmen Pass.
It's nothing more than a story about the descendants of the Great Yan royal family using martial arts masters to murder the high-ranking members of the Qiqidan tribe, with their own family becoming the victims.
Although the mastermind behind this was Murong Bo, a descendant of the Great Yan royal family, Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin Temple was equally guilty!
Don't be fooled by this old man's seemingly virtuous appearance; he's no saint at all. His high reputation is built on the corpses of others.
The atmosphere in the room quieted down.
Qiao Feng said domineeringly, "Murong Bo must be killed tonight, and you, Abbot Xuanci, are also unforgivable. You wear the hat of high prestige, yet you do some shady things."
Abbot Xuanci lowered his head in shame, letting Qiao Feng reprimand him.
Murong Bo looked at Qiao Feng with disdain and a mocking expression. He had long heard of Qiao Feng's reputation, but he was just a junior. Even if he was no match for him, he could easily get away.
Qiao Feng continued, "Abbot Xuanci, in order to cover up the truth that you are the ringleader, so many people have died tragically. Do you think you can live with yourself in Shaolin Temple? In my opinion, it is utterly ridiculous."
Abbot Xuanci's face turned pale, clearly indicating that he had been touched on a sore spot.
He had previously tried to comfort himself by thinking that he was not trying to protect his own reputation, but rather the reputation of Shaolin Temple, but that was just self-deception.
Now that Qiao Feng has exposed him, he wishes he could disappear into a crack in the ground; he's too ashamed to show his face.
"Hahaha, well said, you are indeed my son."
Suddenly.
A masked man flew down from the top floor of the Sutra Repository. His cultivation level was the same as Murong Bo's, both possessing the early stage of the Grandmaster realm.
The appearance of this person immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Qiao Feng was slightly taken aback. Thinking of the sign-in information given by the system spirit, he quickly realized that the visitor was his father, who was hiding in the back mountain of Shaolin Temple. He was indeed still alive.
"You...you are really my father, Xiao Yuanshan?"
“That’s right. Over the years, my father has been hiding in the Shaolin Temple. In addition to finding out the identity of the leader, he has also been secretly learning martial arts from the Sutra Pavilion, all for the sake of taking revenge one day.”
As Xiao Yuanshan spoke, he removed his mask, revealing a striking resemblance to Qiao Feng, and showing the wolf head tattoo on his chest.