When the Shaolin monks heard this, they were all shocked and turned to the Shaolin martial arts that Xiao Yuanshan had shown in a moment of attack. What he said was probably true. Most of the martial arts of this sect had been learned secretly by him. If Shaolin martial arts really flowed into the Liao Kingdom and made the Khitans more powerful, what should we do?

Not only the Shaolin monks, but also the martial arts heroes present couldn't help but think: "This matter is related to the national destiny of the Song and Liao countries. Today, no matter what you say, this person cannot be allowed to go down the mountain alive."

Xiao Yuanshan said again: "Children, most of the people who killed your mother that day have been shot dead for me. The guy who called himself "Zhao Qiansun" was killed by me later. After seeing the child, Monk Zhiguang committed suicide because he was afraid of the crime. Wang Jiantong, the former leader of the Beggars' Sect, died of illness and finally got a good deal. But the leader of the "leader" is still alive so far, and it's here, kid, what do you think we should do?"

Xiao Feng hurriedly asked, "Dad, who is this person?"

In fact, Ling Muyun had already told him that the leader was actually Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin Temple, but Xiao Feng was never sure about this matter. At this time, he had already known the true identity of the "leading brother". Xiao Feng couldn't wait to ask clearly.

Xiao Yuanshan did not answer immediately, but his eyes shot through Qunhao's faces like lightning. When Qunhao contacted him, he felt awe-inspiring in his heart. Li Li was in danger. Although these people had nothing to do with the things outside Yanmen Pass, when they saw the expressions of the Xiao father and son, no one dared to move, making a sound, for fear of causing trouble.

"Amitabha, donor Xiao, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore. When will the revenge be repaid? Why don't you let go of your hatred and seek freedom and liberation?"

At this moment, I suddenly heard a Buddha's name. Then I saw an old monk with a thin body and compassionate face walking out of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple. Xuansheng, who had previously criticized Xiao Feng, rushed to the front of the old monk, reached out to support him and said, "Senior Brother Xuanku, why are you out?"

The heroes were striking each other, and then they realized that the old monk was Xiao Feng's teacher, Master Xuanku.

However, then many people with sharp eyes discovered that Xuan Ku's feet were pale and bloodless. He didn't look like a Shaolin monk with profound martial arts skills at all, but an old monk in a temple where he didn't practice martial arts.

Thinking of what Xuansheng said before, Qunhao suddenly realized that Xuan Ku was seriously injured in the previous period, so with his profound martial arts cultivation, he had not recovered completely after resting for such a long time.

"Master?" Xiao Feng cried out softly.

Xuan Sheng said angrily: "Xiao Feng, why do you still have the face to call Senior Brother Xuanku Master? Senior Brother was shocked by your evil disciple's palm and could no longer use martial arts. Are you satisfied now?"

The heroes were uproaring. No wonder Xuan Ku's injuries have not healed for such a long time. It turns out that he has damaged the heart meridians, which is the most important part of the human body's meridians. A little damage will endanger your life. Even if you are lucky enough to die, you will not think about doing any activities with a large amount of exercise in the future. If a martial arts practitioner cannot exercise vigorously, wouldn't that be equivalent to trashing all martial arts?

At this time, Xuan waved his hand and said, "Junior brother, we have misunderstood. I only know today. It turns out that it is not Feng'er who hurt me, but this old donor Xiao."

Xuansheng was shocked: "What? Is it him?"

Xiao Yuanshan laughed and said, "Yes, it's me, Master Xuanku, your skills are really great. You can survive if you hit me with a palm. You are worthy of being a famous master in the Xuan generation of Shaolin Temple!"

Xiao Feng was suddenly aware of this. Why was Master Xuanku so shocked when he saw him that night? Why did the other monks present prove that Xuanku was injured by him? No matter how he argued, he didn't believe it. He thought that someone deliberately framed him and was wronged. But he didn't think that the real murderer was a person with a similar appearance to him and a flesh-and-blood connection?

The monks of Shaolin immediately recited the scriptures in unison: "Amitabha!"

The voice was very sad and angry. Although no one came forward to challenge Xiao Yuanshan for a while, the sorrowful feelings contained in the sound of chanting Buddha's name obviously contained great determination and could not give up with him. After all, although Xuan Ku was not dead, his martial arts were completely abandoned, which was even more uncomfortable for a martial arts master than death.

The monks of Shaolin thought to themselves: "It turned out that it was Xiao Yuanshan who did it. In the past, it was indeed wrong to blame Xiao Feng, but the father and son were the same. It was my fault that I did. It was against my son. There was nothing wrong with blame."

Xiao Feng felt a soreness in his heart and said, "Master Xuanku personally taught his child martial arts. He has been in the cold and heat for ten years. The child must be today and be cultivated by his mentor..."

Xiao Yuanshan said: "These Southern Dynasties warriors are insidious and treacherous, so what good things are there? Although Xuanku passed on your martial arts skills, he did not tell you the true life experience. What is that?"

Speaking of this, Xiao Yuanshan sneered twice, and then said, "Among the great enemies who killed my beloved wife and took my only son, there are the leaders of the Beggars' Sect and the masters of the Shaolin Sect. They just want to hide this bloody crime forever and turn you into a Han Chinese. You ask you to take the great enemy as your disciple, and follow the great enemy as the leader of the Beggars' Sect, and work hard for them to die. But what happened in the end? You are forcing your gang leader out of the gang? It can be seen that the warriors of the Southern Dynasty are all sinister and cunning and ungrateful people. Shouldn't such people be killed?"

"Amitabha, Mr. Xiao, the Buddha said that the seven sufferings of life are birth, old age, illness, death, meeting with enemies and hatreds, separation from love and separation, and seeking without seeking. If Mr. Xiao is blinded by hatred, he is afraid that he will be blessed in the future. Only by letting go can he be truly liberated."

"Blessings? Hehe..." Xiao Yuanshan sneered and said, "Master Xuanku, since the day my family was destroyed and I jumped off the cliff and died, I have no other thoughts in my life except for revenge, and I will not ask for any blessings. As long as I can get blood revenge, what will I be afraid of even if I go to the eighteen levels of hell after death?"

Speaking of this, Xiao Yuanshan suddenly turned his head and shouted, "Ye Erniang, wait!"

It turned out that taking advantage of Xiao Yuanshan's opportunity to talk to Xuanku, Ye Erniang helped Xu Zhu and wanted to leave. Unexpectedly, although Xiao Yuanshan talked to others, he was always distracted and paid attention to her. When he saw that she was about to leave, he immediately shouted.

Xiao Yuanshan said, "Ye Erniang, who was the one who gave birth to this child with you? If you don't tell me, I will tell you. I have been hiding in Shaolin Temple for 30 years. What can I escape from my eyes? You meet in Ziyun Cave, and he asked Grandma Qiao to deliver you. I know all kinds of things clearly. Do you want me to tell you everything in public?"

Ye Erniang suddenly turned around, ran closer to Xiao Yuanshan, knelt down on the ground, and said, "Old Hero Xiao, please be kind and righteous, and give up your hands, just let him go. He... He has such a great reputation in the martial arts world, such a status and status... He is so old, if you want to fight and kill, just come to me, please don't go... Don't make things difficult for him."

The heroes had heard Xiao Yuanshan say that Xu Zhu's father was a "traitorous monk". At this moment, Ye Erniang said that he had a very high reputation in the martial arts world and had a very high status. After a few things were done, could this person be a monk of a very high generation in Shaolin Temple? Everyone's eyes couldn't help but turn to an old monk with white beards in Shaolin Temple.

At this moment, I suddenly heard Abbot Xuanci say, "Amitabha, good, good! Once you create karma, there will be karma. Xuzhu, come here!"

Xu Zhu obediently walked to the abbot and knelt down. Xuanci looked at him for a long time, reached out and gently stroked his head, his face full of loving expression, and said in a gentle voice: "Xu Zhu, you have been in the temple for twenty-four years, but I never knew that you were my biological son!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the monks and the heroes were in an uproar. Everyone looked surprised, shocked, contempt, angry, fear, compassion, sympathy, and all kinds of things were indescribable. Abbot Xuanci was highly respected and admired by all the people in the martial arts world. Who would have thought that he would do such a thing that would damage the Buddhist rules and Shaolin's reputation?

Seeing this, Ling Muyun suddenly sighed. He knew that Xuanci had a desperate ambition, otherwise he would not have admitted this matter in public.
Chapter completed!