Who would have thought that Shaolin abbot Xuanci would have a child with Ye Erniang, who was always evil. This was really shocking. Everyone in the Shaolin Temple silently chanted the name of the Buddha, not knowing what to do.
"Amitabha, old donor Xiao, I misunderstood people's words that day and made a big mistake. For thirty years, I have really regretted it. Old donor Murong, don't you feel any guilt at all? For your own selfishness, you caused a bloody catastrophe.
, causing turmoil in the world, shouldn't old benefactor Murong give an explanation?" Xuanci's voice suddenly sounded loud and loud, like a lion's roar, which was thrilling and heart-stirring.
Xiao Yuanshan and his son were originally going to kill Xuanci directly, but they stopped at this time. They felt that Xuanci's words had some meaning and might be related to the secret of the battle at Yanmen Pass that day, so they stopped for the time being.
Calm down and watch Xuanci speak quietly.
Everyone present heard Xuanci's words clearly, and they all became surprised and suspicious, especially regarding the Murong benefactor mentioned by Xuanci. Pairs of eyes with different expressions began to focus on Murong Fu and his entourage.
"Damn it, is this old monk Xuanci trying to slander my Murong family?" Bao Tongtong cursed angrily, and when he moved, he was about to stand up and have a good talk with Xuanci, but he heard Murong Fu say: "Brother Bao San
, be patient and let’s see what Xuanci has to say.” Murong Fu naturally knew very well what happened back then, and he also knew who the old benefactor Murong was in Xuanci’s words, but he did not have an extreme reaction, but remained calm.
Watch quietly as things develop.
"Haha, Abbot Xuanci is so scheming that he actually noticed the trace of me?" Suddenly a long laugh sounded, and a gray figure jumped in from the outside like electricity. The person was thin and covered with gray cloth, and he looked very serious.
mystery.
"Murong, old benefactor, when I was on good terms with you, you came to tell me that the Khitan warriors wanted to seize the Shaolin martial arts classics. I believed you deeply, and that's why there was a bloody battle at Yanmen Pass. But after what happened,
Not long after, you died mysteriously, and the mystery behind it had to make Lao Na wonder. Then many heroes in the martial arts died under Murong's unique skills. Even Lao Na's junior brother Xuan Bei also died in Daweituo.
Under the pestle, these piles of things make me have to doubt that you, old benefactor Murong, are still alive. Today, the Shaolin Conference has a gathering of heroes from all over the world. Even your son is here. If you, old benefactor Murong, are really alive, naturally you will not
I will miss it, but all this was originally a conjecture in my mind, but I never expected that old benefactor Murong, you are really still alive!"
Xuanci spoke eloquently, solemnly and convincingly.
"So that's it, you are worthy of being the abbot of Shaolin!" After hearing this, the man in gray laughed loudly, stretched out his hand, and revealed his true face. He had a handsome face, a little older, but a pair of shining eyes. He was none other than Murong Bo.
"It's really the old master!" "The old master is not dead!" Several ministers around Murong Fu were shocked and hurriedly ran forward to meet him. Murong Fu shook his head slightly and walked over. Murong Bo said: "You are Fu
Son? Good, good." He was very happy to see Murong Fu.
"Greetings to your father." Murong Fu bowed lightly, his expression calm and natural, which made Murong Bo slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect that Murong Fu would be so calm when the father and son met.
At this time, I heard Xuanci say again: "Murong, old benefactor, you are a descendant of Xianbei. I didn't think much about it back then. But now I think about it, old benefactor Murong, you are the mastermind. You falsely conveyed the news that day. I'm afraid what you did is
The battle at Yanmen Pass triggered the conflict between the Liao and Song Dynasties, and you Murong wanted to fish in troubled waters. I wonder if what I said is correct?"
"Haha, yes, I, Murong, belong to the Xianbei royal family. For several generations, what I have been doing is reviving the Yan Dynasty. It's a pity that God's will is such that my plan has no effect at all." Murong Bo sighed with sadness, his expression was sad.
"Surely, Mr. Murong, you should not have caused so many killings for your own selfishness." Xuanci sighed repeatedly.
"It turns out it's you!" After hearing what Xuanci said, Xiao Yuanshan's fierce eyes suddenly fell on Murong Bo.
"Of course it's me!" Murong Bo responded enthusiastically.
"You and I have never been able to tell the difference in our fights several times, but I don't know that you are the culprit behind the scenes! It seems that today, it is bound to be a matter of life and death!" Xiao Yuanshan's tone was cold, and murderous intent arose. "That's how it should be!"
Murong Bo did not show any weakness, his body shook, and he was ready to fight. Xiao Feng next to him naturally understood, "It turns out that you did all this. The revenge of killing your mother must be avenged. Old thief Murong, you must die."
Let's go!" He roared, his arms flexed and shook, the dragon roared, and the powerful palm power came out fiercely. At the same time, Xiao Yuanshan did not lag behind. He took a step forward, clapped his hands in the air, and the palm power was empty and vague.
, but covering the whole world, it is the Shaolin Prajna Palm.
"Well done, you and your son are here together, so what do I have to fear?" Murong Bo sneered and was about to take action.
"Everyone, please stop." Murong Fu frowned, took a step forward, and with a wave of his hand, a void condensed. With a soft pop, the palm power of Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan, father and son, dissipated one after another. The subtle changes in it made
It is unbelievable. Both Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan are rare masters in the world. In order to avenge blood, they did not hold back at all. The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and the Prajna Palm are unique skills in the world, and their power can be imagined.
Unexpectedly, Murong Fu used one against two, but he did it easily and casually, without any fireworks. In the blink of an eye, the two people's attacks dissipated invisible. Such strange skills were truly earth-shattering.
Xiao Feng and his son felt that they had exerted their true power, but they seemed to have fallen into a vast void, without any focus, and they couldn't help but feel horrified.
Even Murong Bo found it incredible. He did not expect that Murong Fu's martial arts was now so powerful.
"It's not too late to make it clear first before taking action." Murong Fu said calmly, and then said to Xuanci: "The abbot of Shaolin is really amazing. In just a few words, he took out himself and let me, Murong and Xiao, live and die.
Fighting, but it doesn't matter, fighting in the rivers and lakes is normal, but people as hypocritical and cunning as you Xuanci are rare in the world." Murong Fu's tone was light, with unspeakable sarcasm.
"Shut up, Murong Fu, you are so rude, how can I, the abbot of Shaolin, allow you to slander me?" Several eminent monks from Shaolin heard this and shouted angrily.
"Who is Xuanci, worthy of my slander? Buddhism pays attention to compassion. Xuanci and Ye Erniang have become notorious in the world over the years. I don't know how many innocent babies died in his hands. You can't help but
Do you know? How have you ever been moved at all? Ye Erniang has done many evil things and deserves to die. The culprit among them is you Xuanci. I won’t tell you more. Those who deserve to die will definitely die." Murong Fu finished his words.
, one step forward, like a dragon and snake winding, a green shadow flashed, and appeared next to Ye Erniang. With a palm shot, the void condensed, and fell on her forehead with a pop. The sky spirit was shattered on the spot.