Chapter 191: The low-key Qin Changfeng, the high-profile and pretentious Jiumazhi
"Are you Xiao Yuanshan?" Murong Fu was shocked when he saw the man in black. It turned out that during his decades of stealing scriptures in Shaolin, he had met and fought with him several times, but he did not expect that this man turned out to be
Xiao Yuanshan.
"You didn't expect that I was Xiao Yuanshan, and I didn't expect that you were Murong Bo. You thief is so short-sighted!"
Xiao Yuanshan looked up to the sky and roared, stretched out his hand and pulled down his mask, and saw that he had big ears, a bushy beard, and a very majestic appearance. He was about sixty years old, and he looked very similar to Xiao Feng.
At this time, a burst of dense footsteps came from the woods more than ten feet away. First, a tall man with a beard ran over, it was Xiao Feng. He rushed forward, knelt down on the ground, and shouted in a trembling voice:
"You...you are my father..."
Xiao Yuanshan laughed heartily and said: "Good boy, good boy, I am your father. We have the same body shape and appearance as father and son. No need to remember, everyone knows that I am your father."
Not only Xiao Feng came out of the woods, but also Shaolin abbot Xuan Ci, the head of the Damo Academy Xuan Nan, the head of the Discipline Academy Xuan Ji, as well as Elders Song and Wu from the Beggar Clan, and the Shenshan people from Mount Wutai, etc., a total of eight or nine people
All of them are celebrities with extraordinary martial arts skills.
After Xuanci came over, he said to Xiao Yuanshan: "Old benefactor Xiao, I made a big mistake in the battle outside Yanmen Pass. All the brothers in the family sacrificed their lives one by one to forgive the incident for me. I once tied up my hands and chest and died on my own.
, but thinking that there are still suspense unsolved at this time, and the truth of my death may no longer be revealed, I continue to live against my will until now."
As he spoke, he suddenly raised his voice, looked at Murong Bo and continued: "Murong Bo, old benefactor Murong, you falsely conveyed news that day, saying that Khitan warriors were coming to Shaolin Temple to seize martial arts books in large numbers, which led to all kinds of big mistakes. Did you ever
Does Sihao feel guilty?"
Murong Bo's expression changed dramatically for a moment, but he soon returned to his original state. He did not answer Xuan Ku, but looked at Qin Changfeng and said: "It seems that when the master wants to meet with me, from the beginning to the end, he is always a person who makes me happy."
Are you in trouble yourself?"
"Amitabha," Qin Changfeng sighed helplessly: "If we don't ask the old gentleman to show up, even if the poor monk tells the truth, not many people will believe it, and the Murong family will not admit it, so he has to go out."
I would like to ask old Mr. Murong to forgive me for this decision."
Murong Fu's face was full of anger, and he stood up and shouted: "So your so-called help me restore my country is also a lie?"
Qin Changfeng answered truthfully: "Otherwise, how could we gain the trust of your father and son?"
Murong Bo laughed and said: "Okay, what a great monk. He was defeated at the hands of a great monk like Master who dared to put himself into the game. Murong and his son are not unjust."
Looking at his appearance, everyone present knew that everything in the battle at Yanmen Pass was caused by him. There was no longer any suspense. The elders of the Beggar Clan and others all looked shocked and angry. They did not expect that so many heroes from the Central Plains had died.
It's all just for Murong Bo's own selfishness.
Xuanci said: "Murong, old benefactor, I have been friends with you for many years, and I have always respected you as a person. When you told me about this that day, I believed you deeply. Later, I accidentally hurt a good person, and I will never see you again."
Not here. Later I heard that you passed away due to illness, and I was very sad. I always just thought that you were just like me at that time. You misbelieved people's words, made unintentional mistakes, felt guilty, and died young. Who knew you turned out to be
You continue to deceive the world by pretending to be dead. If it weren’t for Kong Yu, I and the world will not know how long you will continue to deceive me... Sigh!"
His long sigh actually contained endless regret and blame.
Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng looked at each other, and Xiao Feng thought to himself at the same time: "Although Abbot Xuanci took the lead in the tragedy outside Yanmen Pass, he was the abbot of Shaolin Temple. He cared about the Song Dynasty and the temple's classics and devoted himself to it. It was his duty to do so.
.The real evil person is actually Murong Bo, not Xuanci."
Murong Fu on the other side had known everything for a long time. Seeing that the current situation was extremely unfavorable to his father and son, he secretly showed anxiety. At the same time, he hated Qin Changfeng. He felt that this monk could calm down and spend several years to do this.
She lied to him and even helped him get close to the Xixia Princess. The depth of her thoughts was really terrifying.
Xuanci spoke slowly: "Old benefactor Murong, I only found out today that your Gusu Murong family is actually a descendant of the emperor, and you have a big plot. Then your intention of falsely spreading the news is understandable. It's just what you want."
The big thing he planned was ultimately difficult to achieve, so wouldn’t it be a waste of time to kill so many innocent lives?”
Murong Bo looked at it and said coldly: "It's up to people to plan things, but it's up to God to make things happen!"
After saying that, he couldn't help but look at Qin Changfeng and said: "If Master Huiyu really helped my Murong family, why would we be in the current situation? Maybe no one will know about this matter until my Murong family is successfully restored!"
Listening to the meaning in his words, it seems that he still admires Qin Changfeng very much.
Xuanci shook his head slowly and said: "Huiyu is a disciple who has been raised in this temple since childhood. Even if his behavior may be biased, it will never harm the righteousness. I can guarantee this, otherwise I would not
Leave this matter to him."
At this time, Xiao Yuanshan, who had been impatient for a long time, took two steps forward, pointed at Murong Bo and shouted: "Old thief Murong, you are the culprit. I fought with you three times back then. I deeply regret that I didn't know your true face and didn't hit you hard.
Kill you. Come up and die!"
But before he could make any move, he suddenly heard someone laughing loudly and saying: "Hey, what a lively scene. The poor monk came here uninvited and asked the Shaolin monk Haihan. But old Mr. Murong once lectured on martial arts with the young monk.
, I received Mr. Meng’s guidance for several days, and solved many doubts about martial arts. I also received Mr. Master’s gift of various unique skills, which was deeply impressed in my heart. Now I see my old friend is in trouble, how can I stand by and watch, so I have to show up.
Help.”
Murong Bo smiled and said: "What are these trivial matters?" Then he said to the Xiao family and his son: "Xiao Laoxia, Xiao Daxia, the Jiumozhi Divine Monk, is the King of Maharaja of the Tubo Kingdom. The Buddhist teachings are profound and his martial arts are even more superior.
It can be said that there are few people in the world who can compare with it."
Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng looked at each other and both thought: "Although this monk may not be stronger than Murong Bo, he must still be very good at it. He has such a deep relationship with Murong Bo, so naturally he wants to help him. In this battle, it is a matter of defeat."
It’s hard to say.”
Jiumozhi said: "Mr. Murong made a false compliment. The young monk also wants to have another martial arts contest with Mr. Murong to discuss Taoism to prove his cultivation over the past ten years."
Murong Bo said: "Master, don't worry, I will teach you everything I have learned throughout my life." The implication of this is that as long as you help me get through this, I can teach you all the martial arts I know.
Jiumozhi was overjoyed after hearing this. He thought that by joining forces with Murong Bo and Murong Fu, they should have the upper hand in dealing with Xiao Yuanshan and his son. The key is to exclude Shaolin. After all, this is their territory. Once Shaolin joins the siege,
, then the three of them are outnumbered.
As soon as he thought about this, he said to Xuanci: "The poor monk is not talented. I still have some experience in the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin. Now I will use the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin to ask the eminent monks of Shaolin for advice. If the poor monk is lucky enough to win one and a half moves,
, Shaolin will no longer interfere with the grudges between Murong and the Xiao family, how about that?"
His words were undoubtedly intended to single-handedly take down the entire Shaolin Temple. In this way, not only could he help Murong and his son overcome this crisis, but he himself could also be famous throughout the ages and be powerful in the world. The benefits are self-evident.
For him who is both fond of martial arts and has a good reputation, he is undoubtedly very attractive.
"Why should others interfere in the feud between my father and son? Fanseng, if you want to help the old thief Murong Bo, just take action without going through so many twists and turns!" Xiao Yuanshan shouted impatiently, he just wanted to kill Murong Bo as soon as possible.
But Murong Bo sneered and said: "Xiao Yuanshan, you said you don't need to intervene, so the eminent monks of Shaolin will just leave it alone? Don't forget that Master Xuanku was killed by you!"
Naturally, his words had bad intentions, and he wanted to stir up hatred between Shaolin and Xiao Yuanshan.
On the other side, Xuanci naturally does not want to agree to Jiumozhi. No matter what happens today, Shaolin must win Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo to give an explanation to the martial arts world. But if he refuses, it will appear that Shaolin is too lackadaisical, let alone
As a Shaolin man, I don't believe that an outsider can actually master all seventy-two stunts.
Seeing that Jiumozhi is only in his fifties, he said that it would take seventy-two years to practice one stunt every year, counting from the time he was born. Each of these seventy-two stunts is extremely difficult and complicated. Is it possible?
How could he accomplish several things in one year?
Huiyu, who is said to be born only once every hundred years, has only spent nearly thirty years practicing the indestructible power of the Vajra to the ninth level!
After pondering for a while, Xuanci said: "The poor monk can promise the master, but if our temple is lucky enough to win, please ask the master to go back and forth from where he is and not to interfere in today's affairs."
Jiumozhi smiled and said: "Okay, the young monk will show off his ugliness first and ask the Shaolin monks for advice!"
After saying this, he turned slightly sideways, his left palm suddenly raised flat, and his right fist struck out with a roar. A large millstone one meter away in front of him was hit by the punch, and jumped up with a bang. This move was exactly the same as the big one.
A move in the Vajra Boxing Technique.
Jiumozhi didn't wait for the boulder to fall, and slapped a backhand with his left hand. His posture was exactly the move of "destroying the outsiders" in Prajna Palm. The boulder spun half a circle in the air, and there was a snap, as if something cracked, but there was nothing in the air.
Nothing was seen falling.
When the boulder fell rapidly, Jiumozhi stretched out his thumb and pressed it forward. A sharp finger force shot towards it, and the boulder suddenly moved half a foot to the left. Jiumozhi pressed it three times in a row, and the boulder moved away again.
A foot and a half later, it landed.
At this time, Jiumozhi flicked his robe sleeves, and the boulder in front of him suddenly spun several times. After it stabilized, it suddenly clicked toward the outside, and a palm-shaped stone slab fell down, which was actually struck by him.
Cut with palm power!
In the blink of an eye, he actually used the four unique skills of Vajra Boxing, Prajna Palm, Maha Finger, and Kasaya Demon Subduing Skill, and he reached the level of proficiency in each one.
All the eminent monks in Shaolin were in awe when they saw this. Suddenly, there was silence on the cliff, and everyone was in awe of Jiumozhi's peerless magic.
After a long time, Xuanci let out a long sigh and said: "Today I know that there is a world outside the sky, and there are people above us. I have studied hard for decades, but in the eyes of the imperial master, I am nothing. The Shaolin Temple's understanding of the seventy-two stunts is probably even greater."
There is room for correction.”
At this time, Qin Changfeng, who had been watching the show for a long time, finally shook his head, stepped forward and said with a smile: "Master, this poor monk has also practiced a unique Shaolin skill called Sumeru Mountain Palm. Please give me some advice from the master!"
