"It turns out it's you!" A masked man in black robe suddenly jumped out. It was Qiao Feng's biological father Xiao Yuanshan. He slapped Murong Bo on the waist with an angry palm, instantly wiping out all his martial arts skills.
Xiao Yuanshan recognized Murong Bo at a glance. He had met Murong Bo several times during the years he had been hiding in the Shaolin Temple. The two of them even competed three times, with neither winning nor losing.
How could Xiao Yuanshan know that this "comrade" who secretly learned martial arts with him and made progress together would be the main culprit that caused the destruction of his family.
"What grudge do you have between me and you?" Murong Bo said sadly, knowing that his death was imminent.
"You are a thief who has harmed my whole family, and why do you have any grudge against me? Your hatred is irreconcilable!" As he said that, Xiao Yuanshan took off the mask on his face, only to see that he had big ears, a beard, and a handsome appearance.
He is very majestic, about sixty years old. At first glance, he looks 60-70% similar to Qiao Feng.
"You...you are..." Qiao Feng felt his tongue was tied and couldn't even say a single word.
"We have the same figure and appearance as father and son. No need to remember, everyone knows that I am your father." Xiao Yuanshan walked up to Qiao Feng, stretched out his hand, and pulled open his chest and shirt, revealing a tattooed wolf head.
Qiao Feng pulled open his clothes, revealing the toothy, green wolf head on his chest. The two looked at each other and burst into laughter, and Qiao Feng couldn't help but blush.
"Amitabha, Mr. Xiao, the old benefactor, saw you jumping off the cliff that day. I thought that the benefactor must be buried at the bottom of the valley. I didn't expect that the benefactor is still alive in the world. How good it is." Xuanci lowered his eyebrows and said.
"Hehe, my life should not be cut off. If I don't drive out all these evil thieves like you, how could God let me die?" Xiao Yuanshan's smile was terrifying.
"Amitabha, I misunderstood people's words and made a big mistake. I am willing to die to apologize." Xuanci closed his eyes and looked like he was going to die indifferently.
"Abbott, it's not good, the Bodhi Courtyard was robbed, and all the bronze mirrors were broken." A monk who reported the news suddenly shouted loudly.
Hearing this, Xuanci's eyes suddenly opened. What was placed in the Bodhi Courtyard was the foundation of his Shaolin temple. It didn't matter if he died. That scripture must not be thrown away!
Xuanci immediately thought of Lin Tianheng coming from the direction of Bodhi Courtyard, and immediately looked around to look for Lin Tianheng, but found nothing.
"What about the two old benefactors?" Xuanci's expression changed drastically.
"When this benefactor appeared, the two benefactors left." A monk said weakly.
Just after Xiao Yuanshan appeared, Lin Tianheng took Lin Junhao to the Sutra Pavilion to meet the sweeping monk.
"Which way did they go?" Xuanci asked anxiously.
"Over there." The monk pointed in one direction.
"No, Sutra Pavilion!" Several Xuanzi people reacted at the same time. Since that person stole the "Yi Jin Jing", the next target must be the "Seventy-two Special Skills of Shaolin" in the Sutra Pavilion!
While the Shaolin monks were panicking, Xiao Yuanshan, who had quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed Murong Bo and pulled Qiao Feng out.
"Feng'er, you take him and leave first. I'll kill that thief Xuanci and then join you." Xiao Yuanshan handed Murong Bo into Qiao Feng's hands and turned around to kill Xuanci.
As long as he could avenge his wife's murder, Xiao Yuanshan felt that it would not matter if he died in Shaolin today. However, Qiao Feng was still young and he could not watch his son being buried here with him.
"Daddy." Seeing that he couldn't hold Xiao Yuanshan back, Qiao Feng could only shout.
Hearing Qiao Feng's words, Xiao Yuanshan stopped unconsciously, with an expression that seemed both smiling and bitter. He had been waiting for this "Daddy" for too long.
Qiao Feng took advantage of Xiao Yuanshan's stunned state and clicked on Murong Bo's acupuncture points, then stepped in front of Xiao Yuanshan.
"Dad, I will never allow you to go into danger alone. If you really want to avenge your mother, we should go together." Qiao Feng said in a loud voice, staring into Xiao Yuanshan's eyes.
"It's too dangerous to go alone, but if we join forces, a mere Shaolin might not be able to stop us." Seeing Xiao Yuanshan's hesitation, Qiao Feng immediately hit the railway while it was hot.
"Well said!" Xiao Yuanshan patted Qiao Feng on the shoulder and said with great heroism, "We two can't go anywhere in the world if we join forces!"
"What should we do about this evil thief?" Qiao Feng pointed at Murong Bo and asked.
"Originally I wanted to torture him, but now it seems I can only kill him, otherwise he will be a drag sooner or later." Xiao Yuanshan struck out with a volley of palm power, killing Murong Bo instantly.
Seeing Murong Bo dying, Xiao Yuanshan and Qiao Feng looked at each other and joined hands to enter the Shaolin Temple again.
When the monks and the Xiao family's father and son arrived at the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion, they saw an old monk sweeping the floor in the pavilion with his head lowered. The arrival of the crowd did not seem to disturb the monk's interest in sweeping the floor at all.
However, when the sweeping monk moved his broom forward slowly, he was surprised to find two pairs of feet and four shoes in front of him.
The sweeping monk suddenly raised his head in surprise, and what he saw was Lin Tianheng and Lin Junhao, but he just heard the sound of a person entering the Sutra Pavilion.
‘Master!’ The sweeping monk looked at Lin Tianheng, with a rare look of caution on his wrinkled old face. Lin Tianheng was the strongest person he had ever seen in his life!
"Who are you?" Lin Tianheng asked, having doubts from his previous life.
"As the layman can see, I am just an ordinary sweeping monk." The sweeping monk raised the broom in his hand with a smile on his face.
"What I'm asking is, who were you before you entered the Shaolin Temple?" Lin Tianheng's face became solemn, and the sweeping monk immediately felt endless pressure coming like a huge wave.
"I have been in the temple for more than forty years, and I have long forgotten all the things in the world." As he said this, the sweeping monk showed an apologetic look on his face.
When Xiao Yuanshan heard this, his heart suddenly tightened. He had been hiding in Shaolin for more than thirty years, but he had never seen this old sweeping monk!
"I must ask you to remember it." What Lin Tianheng said made no sense. How could he forcefully remember something he had forgotten? But as soon as he said this, the sweeper's face suddenly became ugly.
At this moment, in the void invisible to everyone, Lin Tianheng and the sweeping monk were engaged in a spiritual game. The sweeping monk was trying his best to resist Lin Tianheng's spiritual oppression.
Suddenly, the sweeping monk felt that his mental pressure suddenly relaxed. He felt as if he had just been fished out of the water. Not only was sweat pouring from his forehead, but his entire back was completely soaked with sweat.
"Senior, you have such profound cultivation skills," the sweeping monk said sincerely.
"Your spiritual cultivation is not bad either." Lin Tianheng said.
The sweeping monk has obviously become a master and started to cultivate his spirit. It is no longer that simple for Lin Tianheng to find the flaw in his mind. If he forcibly crushes him with his spiritual power, it is likely to directly destroy the other party's spirit, but in the end he will find nothing.
Above a Grandmaster, one has a strong spirit. If there are no serious mental loopholes, it can no longer be cured by simple mental coercion techniques.
"If you don't want to say it, just say it." Lin Tianheng sighed, and then said to Lin Junhao, "This person is the opponent I have found for you, come on."
"Grandpa, he is a grandmaster." Lin Junhao swallowed his saliva and said. Facing a warrior who is one level higher than himself, it doesn't seem that hard to accept giving in.
"What's wrong, Grandmaster? Haven't you heard that many people can leapfrog and fight?" Lin Tianheng raised his eyebrows.
'Those are all martial arts geniuses.' Lin Junhao thought bitterly in his heart, but he did not have the courage to disobey Lin Tianheng's order, so he had to bite the bullet.
In fact, Lin Junhao knew very well that with Lin Tianheng on his side, his safety could definitely be guaranteed. However, he cherished his face, and if he was defeated in front of so many people, it would be hard to live with his face.
"Master, please!" Lin Junhao made a military salute to the sweeping monk.
"This place is small, so let's choose a place to fight again." As he said that, the sweeping monk looked at the Scripture Pavilion full of bookshelves.
With Lin Tianheng's mental oppression before, the sweeping monk did not dare to refuse this fight. He was just afraid that they would destroy the Sutra Pavilion if they fought, so he proposed.
"That's fine." Lin Tianheng glanced at the chaotic crowd and flew out of the Sutra Pavilion first, followed by Lin Junhao and the sweeping monk.
"Abbott, who is that old sweeping monk?" The eminent monks of the Xuan generation looked at each other, then asked Xuan Ci.
Looking at the retreating figure of the masterful sweeper monk, Xuanci felt bitter in his heart, thinking that if you ask me, who should I ask?
However, Xuanci's heart soon stopped feeling bitter, because Xiao Yuanshan had already taken advantage of the chaos to take action, and his heart stopped beating. Naturally, he felt relieved because he was already dead.