The high-pitched voice echoed endlessly.

The long sound spread throughout this solemn Zen courtyard.

The rudeness in his voice made it easy to tell that the person he spoke with was unkind.

Perhaps he was aware that Shaolin did not open the door immediately to let him in.

Xiao Feng stood at the foot of the steps, looking over dozens of steps, staring at the golden plaque engraved with the name of Shaolin Temple. Suddenly he heard the bell of the Zen Temple ringing, and the sound of Hong Zhong Da Lu's voice was deafening.

Support!

The heavy door was opened.

An old monk with mango shoes on his feet, a rosary in his hand, and a kind-hearted look walked out.

Xiao Feng took a closer look and couldn't help but shout: "Master..."

Xiao Feng has only worshiped two masters in his life, one is Shaolin Xuanku who has been a disciple since he was a child, and the other is Wang Jiantong, the former leader of the Beggar Clan, who he studied with only after he became a master.

Wang Jiantong has passed away. This person is obviously Master Xuan Ku of Shaolin Temple.

Xuan Ku has been quite close to him since he was a child, and Xiao Feng also respects him very much. Today, he was in trouble with his master, and for a moment he shouted, but he was speechless.

Seeing Xuan Ku walking down the stairs step by step and arriving in front of him, Xiao Feng didn't even say a second word.

It is obviously not a coincidence that Xuan Ku appears here at this moment.

The two looked at each other.

"Feng'er, when you arrive at Shaolin, why don't you come and see your master first?" Xuan Ku moved his rosary beads and showed a kind smile.

When Xiao Feng saw this familiar scene and remembered the days he spent with his mentor, he couldn't help but feel sad and fell to his knees with a plop.

He kowtowed three times in succession, raised his head and said, "Feng'er is unfilial. This time he came here to ask for justice from Shaolin for his late mother. He knew that he had bad intentions and did not dare to visit his mentor."

"Why!"

Xuan Ku let out a long sigh, leaned down to help Xiao Feng up, and said sadly: "Since you know the past, you should know that the fault is not yours. It was my Shaolin's mistake that led to the big mistake."

"My teacher does not dare to advise you to let go of your hatred. I only hope that you will remember your past feelings and leave some room."

Xiao Feng was puzzled when he heard this: "What does the difference in thought mean by the teacher? Is there any secret in it?"

Xuan Ku plucked his rosary and fell into memories: "This involves an old incident. At that time... Murong Bo, the old head of the Murong family in Gusu, sent a message to Shaolin, saying that the top officials of the Liao Kingdom sent a Khitan warrior to sneak into the Central Plains to steal

Take the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin and pass them back to the Liao Kingdom for practice by the Liao Army."

"Considering that the Liao army was brave and good at fighting, the Song Dynasty already lost more and won less. If they were to take away the seventy-two stunts again, it would be a huge disaster. Shaolin did not doubt that he was there, so senior brother Xuanci took the lead

, summoned a group of martial arts masters to ambush the Khitan warriors at Yanmen Pass."

"It's just that Senior Brother Xuanci and the others never expected that what was waiting for them was not a thief who sneaked into the Central Plains alone, but a family of three who returned to the Central Plains to visit relatives. But by the time they discovered it, it was already too late, and they had made a big mistake.

"

"Hey! What a sin!" Xuan Ku sighed.

Xiao Feng was furious: "So, everything here is caused by Gusu Murong Bo. Master... Where is that old man Murong Bo? I want to kill him with my own hands to avenge my mother who died in vain."

Xuan Ku shook his head and sighed: "Not long after this incident, old Mr. Murong passed away. I thought that he might have misheard what others said, and I blamed myself in my heart and became sick with worry, which led to his untimely death."

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Xiao Feng's body trembled and he said sadly and angrily: "He is already dead, who else should I seek revenge from... Who else should I seek revenge from..."

"ah……"

Under the mixture of grief and anger, Xiao Feng raised his head to the sky and let out a shrill roar. The aura that reached the top of his body fluctuated, and under the agitation, strong winds flew around his body.

"Hey! What a sin!" Xuan Ku sighed.

"Feng'er... now that you know the reasons and consequences, you can make your own decision. No matter what choice you make, I will not blame you as a teacher. The gate of Shaolin is open, and you can go straight into the Grand Hall and seek the justice you want."

Xiao Feng looked sad and angry, and said in a low voice: "Whether it's a misunderstanding or mistrust of others' words, Abbot Xuanci, the big brother who takes the lead, still needs to give an explanation to our family!"

"...You go ahead!" Xuan Ku nodded and pointed to the open door of Shaolin Temple.

"Teacher, forgive me!"

Xiao Feng bowed to the ground, then stood up and headed towards the direction of the Main Hall.

After taking only two steps, I suddenly saw a blaze of fire rising from the Shaolin Temple. The fire was so intense that fire snakes dancing in the sky could be seen outside the mountain gate.

Xuan Ku looked at it intently and was shocked.

"No, it's the Sutra Pavilion!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took off and ran. His body movements flashed across the steps, and he quickly disappeared behind the door.

"...Dad, this old man really ordered the Sutra Pavilion!"

Xiao Feng secretly exclaimed and followed him up. He rushed into the temple and saw all the monks and novices running back and forth carrying wooden buckets, but no one paid him any attention.

So he flew towards the Sutra-Tibetan Pavilion. The closer he got, the more clearly he could see the raging fire. In a moment, it had completely burned through the roof and spewed out into the sky.

I couldn't help but wonder: "Dad, what kind of fuel did he use? How could it burn so fast?"

Xiao Feng's movements were very fast, and he arrived in front of the Sutra Pavilion in just a few seconds. At this time, the Sutra Pavilion was bustling with people, and all the Shaolin monks were busy putting out the fire. Shaolin disciples also used Qinggong to dump the buckets from high places.

It's just that the fire was too strong, and buckets of water poured down were like a drop in the bucket.

All the eminent monks lowered their feet and stepped up their chests, saying nothing.

We can only stop the surrounding fire first and prevent it from spreading to the adjacent temples.

"What's going on? There are many people guarding the Sutra Pavilion, so why did it suddenly catch fire? The fire spread so fast that there was no time to react."

"Could someone set the fire deliberately?"

"My thousand-year Shaolin collection has been destroyed in one day!" Master Xuanku burst into tears.

"Don't let this poor monk know who it is!" Xuannan roared.

Boom!

At this moment, a loud rumbling sound was heard, and three figures broke through the wall of fire. They turned out to be a man in black, a man in gray robe, and an old monk.

Both the man in black and the man in gray were exuding cold air. Xiao Feng could tell at a glance that it was the ice energy recorded in the book given to him by his father. With this energy protecting them, neither of them were affected by the fire wall.

What's the damage? It's just that my hair was a little dry due to the flames.

"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"

The old monk was even more impressive. He held on to the protective air mask and forced his way out. As soon as the three of them landed, they started fighting.

Xiao Feng originally thought that the gray-robed man and his father were in the same group. After seeing a few moves, he realized that they were all fighting on their own. Although they were attacking the old monk, they were only looking out for themselves and not

Deliberately help.

In a chaotic mess.

This battle obviously didn't start just now. The three of them had obviously been fighting for a while in the burning palace, but the intensity was covered up by the fire and no one outside noticed it.

At this time, the old monk clapped his palms together, performing a Shaolin stunt called "One Clap and Two Spreading Palms". Two palm prints as tall as a person struck the two men in black and gray robes. "One Clap and Two Spreading Palms" is a famous trick among the seventy-two stunts.

With his unique skills and extremely terrifying skills, this move actually produced a momentum that no one has ever seen before.

Seeing this situation, the men in black and gray robes who were originally fighting each other unexpectedly joined forces and activated their skills to perform the same powerful move.

"Thunder!"

boom!

With great energy, the palm prints suddenly shattered, and the two of them fell down several steps at the same time. The old monk did not move at all, and it was obvious that his skill was much higher than the two of them.

"Who is this old man?" Xuanci was secretly shocked. He had never heard of a senior master with such martial arts in Shaolin.

But they didn't know that the two men in black and gray robes were also frightened. They had been in the Sutra Pavilion for decades, and they didn't know that such a powerful master was hidden. If it weren't for the two people's extraordinary skills and unique skills, they would have fallen into this man's hands long ago.

superior.

"Two donors, you have gone too far. You have hidden the Sutra Pavilion for so many years and secretly learned Shaolin martial arts. Not satisfied, you even set fire to the Sutra Pavilion and burned these unique classics."

Before the old monk finished speaking, a group of Shaolin monks shouted angrily: "What? They secretly learned Shaolin martial arts?"

"Are they the thieves who set the fire this time?"

"Asshole!"

"Get them!"

The always good-tempered Master Xuanku also wanted to surround him.

"Junior brothers, please stop!" Suddenly Xuanci stopped him loudly.

"Brother Abbot?"

Everyone was extremely angry and looked at him in confusion.
Chapter completed!