Gu Mo Zhi said: "This Yijin Sutra is I picked up by chance, since your temple insists on your temple stunt to return to you, but although the little monk is insignificant, but also the national teacher of the Tubo country, if your temple is strong to stay, I am afraid to cause a dispute between the two countries of the Tubo and Song Dynasty, which does not meet the requirements of your country to be precious to peace." ”

The people in the martial arts in the field were furious, and shouted one after another: "Shameless demon monk, stealing learning is stealing learning, and he said that he picked it up." "Do you dare to threaten us, beat us, do you think that our Song people are afraid of you Tubo? "Kill him, see if he dares to be arrogant." ”

The monks of Shaolin Temple felt that it was a little tricky, and after discussing it, Xuan Ci said: "That's it, since the scriptures have been returned, you will go, don't do evil again, otherwise you will have karma." ”

After Kumazhi staggered away, Xuan Ci saluted me with his palms together and said, "Amitabha, thanks to the help of Lord Murong and the help of us to recapture the scriptures, Shaolin feels the same great virtue." At this point, Shaolin Temple is a friend of the Murong family, and if you need help, just ask. ”

I vaguely guessed that it was the benefits brought by the Changsheng Valley and his party, after all, Shaolin Temple is a line of Buddhism, and it should still have a lot of dealings with Cihang Jingzhai, so he bowed back and said: "The abbot is polite, in fact, the senior monks are confined to the Buddhist precepts and are unwilling to deal with the monks of Gu Mozhi, and Murong is just at the right time." ”

Everyone in the audience praised Murong Fu's heroism, and many people stepped forward to deliberately stammer, hoping to have closer contacts with the Murong family.

Suddenly, I heard a majestic voice under the mountain say: "Xiao Feng visits the abbot of Shaolin Temple Xuanci." The voice was not so loud, but it clearly came from the ears of the people, and everyone was stunned for a moment, and they all stopped.

But the sound of hooves was like thunder, and more than ten horses swept up the mountain like a gallop. The leader is Xiao Feng, who has not been seen for many days, according to the news from Tianxiang Pavilion, he is now the king of the Southern Courtyard of the Great Liao Kingdom, and he is indeed a dragon among people, even if he is framed by the villain and loses everything, he can regain the peak of life in an instant.

Among the beggars outside the door, a large group of people shouted loudly: "Qiao Gang Leader, Qiao Gang Leader!" Hundreds of gangsters galloped out of the crowd and bowed down in front of the centaurs.

I saw him but slightly apologetic, although I had told him the truth about the leading brother in the apricot forest, but some time ago I was running around, he was still inevitably pushed by Quan Guanqing and his biological father to fall into the quagmire of the bitter battle of Juxianzhuang and the hatred of martial arts people, and finally left Daliao, but he became the king of the southern courtyard of Daliao, but in the dream he and Azhu had no way to talk about it.

Xiao Feng's body shook slightly, and without waiting for the Shaolin disciples to stop him, he had passed through the square and entered the Daxiong Treasure Hall in the blink of an eye, but his eyes lit up when he saw me, and he said loudly: "Murong Gongzi hasn't seen you for a long time, Xiao Feng misses it very much, how about we drink thirty bowls of spirits when we go down the mountain?" ”

I smiled slightly, and also replied: "Brother Xiao invited, what a blessing!" ”

Xiao Feng turned to look at Xuan Ci and said word by word: "Dare to ask Master Xuan Ci, back then, you led the heroes of the rivers and lakes to ambush and kill my biological parents and clansmen at Yanmen Pass?" ”

Xuan Ci let out a long sigh and said: "Amitabha, Lao Wei killed Xiao Shizhu's family by mistake back then, although it was a treacherous trick of the Chinese, it was a big mistake after all, if Xiao Shizhu wants to take revenge, just take a shot." Brothers, Xuan Ci made a big mistake back then, and it was heavenly retribution to resist his life, and after the death of the old man, you are forbidden to seek revenge and life, so as not to be uneasy after death. ”

The Shaolin masters said: "Amitabha." The words were very sad and indignant, after all, the abbot of Xuanci won the hearts of the people, and the battle of Yanmen Pass was deceived by the traitor.

But I heard a masked black-clothed man in the crowd slowly walk out, holding a young monk in his hand, and sneered: "Master Xuanci made a big mistake, and you want to be fine if you die?" How can it be so cheap! Ye Erniang, who do you think this is? As he spoke, he tore off the young monk's coat, revealing the neat nine-point incense scar between his waist and back.

Among the four villains who were not invited to the crowd, Ye Erniang, who was "not evil, do nothing", trembled all over her body and shouted, "I...... O my son! He opened his arms and hugged the young monk.

The young monk who was caught was Xuzhu, and his heart was like an electric shock, and he said in a trembling voice: "You...... Are you my mother? ”

After the two recognized each other, they hugged each other and cried, sad and happy, one licked the calf deeply, the other was sincere and envious, among the heroes, many people were sour.

Ye Erniang said: "Child, you are twenty-four years old this year, in the past twenty-four years, I have missed you during the day and at night, I can't be angry that people have sons, but my own son was stolen by a thief." I...... I had no choice but to steal someone's son. But...... But...... How can other people's sons be good if they are born to themselves? ”

The man in black on the side said hesitantly: "Ye Erniang, who is the father of this child?" ”

Ye Erniang said in a panic: "I don't know, don't ask me, who are you?" ”

The black-clothed monk said loudly: "You don't want to say it, but I know." Just because the father of this child is a disciple of Buddhism, and he is a very famous monk. Who am I, you ask? Hum! The black-robed monk pulled down his mask. Then Xiao Yuanshan admitted to killing the Qiao couple, setting fire to Shan Jiazhuang, killing Tan Gong, Tan Po, and Master Xuanku, etc., Xiao Feng was suddenly stunned at this time, and smiled bitterly in his heart, but said: "Since these people were killed by their father, they are no different from those killed by the child, and the child has always borne this reputation, but it is not in vain." Did Daddy also come to Shaolin Temple today to take revenge? ”

Xiao Yuanshan said: "Of course! This man has ruined my family, and if I slap him to death, will it not be cheaper for him? Ye Erniang, who gave birth to this child with you, if you don't say it, I will say it. ”

Suddenly, I heard the abbot of Xuanci say: "Good, good! If you create karmic causes, you will have karmic consequences. Xuzhu, come here! Xuzhu walked up to the abbot and knelt down. Xuan Ci looked at him for a long time, stretched out his hand and gently touched the top of his head, his face was full of tenderness and love, and said: "You have been in the temple for twenty-four years, and I never knew that you were my son!" ”

Xiao Yuanshan said: "Xuan Ci, as the abbot of Shaolin Temple, the largest faction in the Central Plains martial arts, you do not abide by the rules and precepts, even break the killing precepts, the color precepts, conceal your identity, and spread the word that Wang Jiantong framed my son, causing my son to be attacked by the Central Plains martial arts, hypocrisy and viciousness are rare in the world, what else do you have to say now." ”

Xuan Ci: "Amitabha, sowing evil causes and reaping evil results, Lao Wei is too obsessed with Shaolin's reputation and personal gains and losses, but he forgets the original intention of the Buddha's preaching, and now it is also the will of heaven to end up like this." Just as he was about to apologize to Xiao Feng's father and son again, he suddenly saw the figure of a gray-clothed masked man in the crowd, and said loudly: "Murong Bo Murong Old Donor, that day, you faked the news, saying that the Khitan warriors were going to come to Shaolin Temple to seize the martial arts classics, resulting in all kinds of big mistakes, have you ever felt the slightest guilt?" ”

The martial arts people were shocked, but I smiled bitterly in my heart, my father was bent on restoring the country, but he killed me miserably.

After Abbot Xuanci and his father had some arguments and confronted each other, Xiao Feng took two steps, pointed at Murong Bo and shouted, "Murong old thief, you culprit, come up and lead the death!" ”

Murong Bo let out a long laugh, jumped up, and rushed towards the mountain. Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng drank together: "Chase!" "Catch up with the mountain from the left and right. These three people are all at the pinnacle of martial arts, and in the blink of an eye, they have gone far away.

When following Xiao Feng and chasing into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Father Murong turned around and sneered: "Xiao Yuanshan, your father and son are just afraid that we still have the upper hand." ”

Xiao Feng saw that I arrived, in recent years, Gusu Murong Fu has a brilliant record, and his power is huge, like the sky, the master warriors of Western Xia are helpless, I am afraid that not only will I not be able to kill Murong Bo today, but my father and son will be killed in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. But he was bold and courageous, and he did not think that he was in adversity, and shouted: "Today's matter, no life and death, never give up." Let's take it! With a slap, he slapped Murong Bo urgently. Murong Bo flicked his left hand, condensing his strength, and wanted to turn his palm power away. There was a click, and the first bookshelf on the left was full of wood chips, broken into several pieces, and the scriptures on the shelf were about to collapse. Xiao Feng's palm was powerful, and although Murong Bo brushed it away, he didn't dissolve it, but just shifted the palm power and hit the bookshelf.

I sighed to myself, I have been bent on pursuing the supreme realm of martial arts recently, but I didn't find Murong Dad in time to communicate with him in advance, and now I can only take one step at a time.

Then Murong Bo put forward the bad idea of exchanging his life for Da Liao to send troops to the Great Song Dynasty, which was naturally rejected by Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng said: "Have you ever seen the tragic situation of Song Liao killing each other above the border pass?" Have you ever seen the scene of the Song people's Liao people's wives being separated and their families ruined? It has been easy for the Song and Liao to strike for decades, if the sword soldiers rise again and the Khitan iron cavalry invades the Southern Dynasty, do you know how many Song people will be killed? How many Liao people died? ”

I also shook my head and said to my father, "Give up, Daddy, Yan Guo is already a thing of the past." Thinking about it today, even if Su Qin and Zhang Yi are reincarnated, they can't change the general trend of the world, not to mention that there are many righteous people who maintain the peace of the world. Besides, the child has long given up restoring the glory of the Great Yan Kingdom, and just wants to be free between the rivers and lakes, it doesn't matter whether he is a Han or a Xianbei person, the important thing is to live happily and freely. ”

I heard an old voice outside the long window say, "Good, good! Xiao Jushi is kind-hearted, thinking of the common people in the world, and he is really a bodhisattva. Murong Gongzi's wisdom, wisdom, and carefree realm character are admirable and appreciated. ”