Chapter 12: Murong Bo
The meditation room is quiet and the sunlight is meager.
Wisps of heavy breathing continued to rise and fall in the room, feeling the killing intent surging all around him, Xuan Ci slowly opened his eyes, looked at Qiao Feng, who was hideous and struggling, the corners of his mouth hooked, his eyes were full of relief, and he sighed softly: "Amitabha!" β
Xuan Ci did not refute, did not quibble, and calmly sighed the Buddha's name, explaining all kinds of injustices.
"Abbot Xuanci, you..." Qiao Feng didn't dare to resemble him, the kind and virtuous Shaolin abbot in front of him was actually the leading brother who had committed a lot of crimes back then, and for a while, the killing intent in his heart like a tidal wave could no longer help but sweep out, and in an instant, the entire meditation room was flooded.
"What happened back then, although it was because I didn't know the reason, I couldn't tell the truth from the false, but after all, it was done by the old man himself, if Lord Qiao wanted to avenge his parents today, even if he came, the old man would never fight back!" Standing with both hands, Abbot Xuanci slowly walked in front of Qiao Feng, without the slightest guard, calmly facing Qiao Feng, facing the bloody battle of Yanmen Pass, which still appeared in his dreams from time to time.
"You..." Looking at the leading brother who caused his tragic fate, Qiao Feng's eyes were bloodshot, and he slowly raised his palm, and wisps of wind swirled under his palm out of thin air, moving in the room.
"Hey, you guys wait a minute, I haven't finished yet, as for the hurry!" Seeing that Qiao Feng, who was extremely angry, was going to kill Xuan Ci with one palm, how could Dusk let him do this, and shouted helplessly, I am the protagonist Hao, you let me pretend to be a force completely.
"Whew!" The young man's troublemaking made Qiao Feng's eyes relax, he was also in a dilemma, suppressed the madness surging in his body, put down his palm, and secretly let out a sigh. To be honest, if you really don't care about anything with one palm and shoot the abbot of Xuanci to death, Qiao Feng, who has not lost his mind, really can't do it.
"Amitabha, all the reasons for this matter are because of the poor monks, and it has nothing to do with my Shaolin, Master Kong's nephew, don't explain it to the poor monks!" Thinking that the young man wanted to dissuade Qiao Feng, Xuan Ci, who was ready to die generously, was unwilling to let Qiao Feng hide this hatred, after all, in his opinion, his life was actually not worth mentioning compared to Shaolin's statement for a hundred years.
"I know that Master Xuanci wants to atone for the sins you committed back then, but do you really think that you are the culprit of all this!" Looking at this somewhat naΓ―ve old monk, Dusk gently mocked.
"Why, second brother, isn't Abbot Xuanci the leading brother!" A glimmer of hope rose in his heart, Qiao Feng was reluctant to think about it, to face it, his masters and elders were all like this to himself because of guilt, if all this was due to that sin, then Qiao Feng would rather die tragically outside Yanmen Pass at that time, than accept such a family affection similar to charity.
"It's true that Uncle Xuanci is the leading eldest brother, but all this did not start from Abbot Xuanci!" With a strategic, confident face, the middle finger of his right hand in the depths of dusk dragged the glasses frame that did not exist on the bridge of his nose, his eyes lit up, and said: "Don't forget, the most important reason why Master Xuanci led everyone to ambush outside Yanmen Pass is the person who passed on the false news to everyone back then!" β
"You mean..." With a sigh of relief on his face, a little abrupt, Qiao Feng hurriedly asked.
"Yes, the real mastermind behind the scenes is actually the messenger!" Looking at Xuan Ci, who was a little ugly, Dusk said: "I can convince the knights with faces in the rivers and lakes that this person is by no means an ordinary person, Uncle Xuanci, the kid asked, did this person die outside the Yanmen Pass back then!" β
"Amitabha!" The person who had never suspected the messenger heard the young man's words at this moment, Xuan Ci sighed lightly: "This person did not participate in the ambush outside Yanmen Pass back then!" β
"Who's that guy?" Taking a step forward, Qiao Feng asked with murderous intent.
"Although this person was not involved in this matter, it didn't take long for him to die of illness!" Abbot Xuanci's words made Qiao Feng, who had transferred hatred, at a loss.
"Hehe, Uncle Xuanci, you are too stupid, did you see that person hang up with your own eyes, okay, even if you see it with your own eyes, but it doesn't seem difficult to play a fake death, and get out of it!" For this group of stupid and naΓ―ve celebrities in the rivers and lakes, mock it at dusk and show no mercy.
"How could this be!" Abbot Xuanci ignored the young man's ridicule and shook his head, still disbelieving himself.
"How could it not, since he dared to risk provoking the war between the Northern Song Dynasty and the Great Liao, provoke this matter, fake his death to get out, and clear his suspicion, what is impossible!" Enlightening this abbot of Xuanci with a rigid brain, the young man smiled.
"This..." Although he still didn't believe it, the young man's words made Abbot Xuanci have a trace of realization in his heart, and according to the young man's words, it seems that this matter is not impossible!
"Let me think about it, who has the qualifications to deceive everyone, and suddenly died of illness after the bloody battle at Yanmen Pass, where will it be!" Pretending to think about it, under the dumb gaze of Abbot Xuanci, Dusk suddenly realized: "I understand, this person is Murong Bo, who was famous in the rivers and lakes back then, and was known for 'giving back to his body with his way'!" β
"Murong Bo, why did he do this, what good is it for him!" Seeing the reaction of Abbot Xuanci, most of the people who ventilated were Murong Bo, who was a little hysterical, and the painful Qiao Feng suppressed his monstrous anger and asked bitterly.
"I think this question, Abbot Xuanci, knows better than me!" Looking at Xuan Ci, Dusk asked with a smile.
"Amitabha!" sighed lightly again, and took a deep look at this young man who was just turning the bottom upside down in a few words, Abbot Xuanci's face kept changing, and finally sighed helplessly, and said: "It is rumored that the Murong family is the descendants of the Great Yan Kingdom, and the Murong family has been aiming for the revival of the Great Yan for generations, but just based on this, to say that Murong Bo conspired to provoke the war between the Great Song Dynasty and the Great Liao, and intended to restore the country, the poor monks don't believe it very much!" β
Familiar with Murong Bo's temperament, or being deceived too ruthlessly by Murong Bo's disguise, Abbot Xuanci still doesn't believe that for an illusory dream of recovering the country, Murong Bo is so crazy and riskes the world's disapproval.
"It's hard to draw dragons and tigers, you don't know your face but you don't know your heart, Uncle Xuanci, there are some things, don't be too sure!" Smile mysteriously, dusk is coming.
"In other words, the man in black yesterday is Murong Bo who faked his death and escaped!" When the man in black appeared, Abbot Xuan Ci was rushing to the site of the battle with all the monks, so the man in black would not be Xuan Ci, the leading brother, if it was not Xuan Ci, then this person must be Murong Fu, an old immortal, Thinking of this, Qiao Feng asked in a cold voice.
"No..." Shaking his head, Dusk vetoed: "It's too late for Murong Bo to cover up the events of the past, how can he take the initiative to open it up and let this matter see the light of day!" β
"It's not Murong Bo, who else will it be!"
Looking at the two people who looked sluggish with interest, he slowly dropped a bombshell at dusk, and said: "Since Murong Bo can fake his death and get out, then the Khitan man who jumped off the cliff and didn't know life and death may not be dead, but it is very likely!" β