Xuan Ci took a step forward, looked at Xiao Yuanshan and said loudly: "Old Donor Xiao, in the battle outside Yanmen Pass, the old man made a big mistake. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info all the brothers for the old man to cover this matter, and sent their lives one by one. It's too late for the old man to die today. ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly raised his voice and said loudly: "Murong Bo Murong Old Donor, that day, you faked the news that day, 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?"

Everyone was shocked when they suddenly heard him say the word "Murong Bo". Most of the heroes knew that Murong Fu's father's single name was the word "Bo", and when they heard that this person had passed away, why did Xuan Ci suddenly call out this name? Could it be that it was Murong Bo who falsely reported the news? Everyone looked at him, but when they saw that what he was looking at was the gray-clothed monk who came to Murong Fu's rescue.

The gray-clothed monk let out a long laugh, stood up, and laughed: "Master Abbot, you have such a good eye, you actually recognized me. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to tear down the curtain, revealing a face with clear eyes and white eyebrows.

Who is it if it's not Murong Bo?

Murong Fu was pleasantly surprised and shouted, "Daddy, you ...... You don't have ...... Not dead?"

Xuan Ci shook his head and said slowly: "I wasn't sure yet, but after listening to Lord Dugu's words, I woke up. ”

"Old donor Murong, I have been friends with you for many years, and I have always respected you as a person. The **** told me about this, and the old man was convinced. After that, he killed a good man by mistake, and the old man will never see you again. Later, when I heard that you had passed away due to illness, the old man mourned so much, and kept saying that you were just like the old man at that time, and you also misbelieved people's words, resulting in unintentional mistakes, and guilt in your heart, so that you died young, who knows...... Alas!"

His long sigh really contained infinite remorse and reproach.

Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng glanced at each other, and it was only at this moment that his father and son knew that the person who faked the news and provoked trouble was actually Murong Bo. The tragedy outside the Yanmen Pass was caused by the abbot of Xuanci, but he was the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, and he cared about the Great Song Dynasty and the classics of the temple, and went all out, which was incumbent. Later, when he realized what he had missed, he tried his best to make up for it. The real villain is Murong Bo instead of Xuan Ci.

His aunt Su Murong is a descendant of the royal family of Yan State, and the purpose is to provoke a fight between Song and Liao. After the defeat, in order to avoid Xuan Ci's questioning and protect the reputation of Gusu Murong, Murong Bo could only choose to cheat to death.

It is not difficult to imagine that everyone present is aware of this.

Xuan Ci said slowly: "Old Master Murong, you have done so many wrong things. It's just that the great thing you are trying to achieve, but it will not be possible in the end, isn't that in vain the death of so many innocent lives?"

Murong Bo said with a straight face: "It is up to people to plan things, and it is up to heaven to make things happen!"

Xuan Ci's face was full of compassion, and he said, "My senior brother Xuan Bei was ordered by me to come to Gusu to ask you about this matter, thinking that he offended you in his words. He has also seen some clues in your mansion, and has guessed your intention to rebel, so you will kill him. But why did you endure it for many years until he went to Dali?"

"What's so hard to guess about this, since he can provoke the dispute between the Liao and Song dynasties, of course, he can also provoke the dispute between the Duan clan and the Shaolin faction in Dali, but he is not good at what he has learned, and he can't sneak attack, and in the end he was forced to have no choice but to take the next strategy and use the Wei Tuo pestle. As for the unlucky ghost of the Barberry faction, the puppet is innocent and guilty, and the wealth of the city is the curse of his death. I don't know if I'm talking about it or not, Mr. Murong. Wang Chan chuckled and said, everything was as if he had seen it himself.

This son is not only outstanding in martial arts, but also quick-witted, and the old man admires him. ”

Murong Bo smiled, leaned slightly sideways, and punched the big tree beside him, and there was a loud bang, and two thick branches on the tree fell. He hit the trunk of a tree, and he shook off two branches that were far away from his fist, which was really extraordinary.

The faces of more than ten old monks in Shaolin Temple were full of horror, because it was the Wei Tuo pestle that Murong Bo had just used.

At this point, the truth is finally revealed.

Xiao Feng took two steps, pointed at Murong Bo and shouted, "Old thief Murong, 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 shouted together: "Chase!" and chased up the mountain from 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. Murong Fu shouted, "Daddy, Daddy!" followed and chased up the mountain. He is also very good at light skills, but compared to the three people before, it is not as good. But seeing Murong Bo, Xiao Yuanshan, and Xiao Feng one after the other, the three of them actually ran towards the Shaolin Temple. A gray shadow and two black shadows were hidden between the yellow walls and green tiles of the Shaolin Temple for a moment.

Regardless of the grievances between Xiao Feng's father and son and Murong Fu's father and son.

Wang Chan looked up at Xuan Ci in the distance and said, "Okay, we can continue the matter between us." ”

Xuan Ci sighed and said: "The donor's martial arts are world-famous, and the old man knows that he is invincible, although so, but for the sake of Shaolin's century-old reputation, the old man will not back down, Dugu donor, please make a move." ”

Xuan Ci had already made preparations for death at this time, but Wang Chan shook his head and said: "Anyone in the entire Shaolin can fight with me, but you Xuan Ci Abbot is not worthy." ”

"If it was the bloody battle at Yanmen Pass back then, the old man knew that he was ashamed, and he would punish himself for 20 years after today, and he would never leave Shaolin. Xuan Ci folded his hands together, with a compassionate attitude.

"Sword Demon, don't go too far!"

"That is, Abbot Xuanci was also deceived back then, and he was also a victim. ”

"Abbot Xuanci, you're not wrong, it's Murong Bo who is wrong with the wolf's ambition. ”

......

The heroes were furious, and the Shaolin monks glared at Wang Chan angrily.

Wang Chan's face remained unchanged, he looked directly at them, and slowly spoke: "Yes, the battle of Yanmen Pass can be said to be an unintentional mistake, but what I am talking about is not this matter. ”

As soon as Wang Chan's words fell, there was a sudden commotion at the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple.

Everyone raised their eyes and saw hundreds of high-rollers from the rivers and lakes walking up the mountain, these people were dressed up, very different from the martial arts people in the Central Plains, it was the 36 cave masters, 72 island owners and their subordinates who were arranged by Wang Chan in Kaifeng early in the morning.

What made everyone even more puzzling was that behind these high-rollers were a team of ordinary people, as many as hundreds of people.

These people are men and women, old and young, but everyone has an incomparable anger on their faces, and everyone can clearly feel their resentment from afar. (To be continued.) )