All the monks looked at Xuzhu, and when Xuzhu was beaten just now, there were nine scars on his back, and everyone present could see it clearly.

Xu Zhu couldn't help scratching his head, and said with an uncomfortable expression: "Is it a little monk?" I think you are mistaken, this should not be me. ”

Ye Erniang pounced towards Xuzhu and said in a trembling voice: "Child, take off your shirt." ”

Xuzhu recited a sentence of Amitabha, and then took off the monk's robe, exposed his back, and headed towards Ye Erniang.

When Ye Erniang saw it, she couldn't help crying, and said affectionately: "Child, it's really you, you are my ...... since I was a child Separated children. ”

Xuzhu turned around, looked at Ye Erniang who was in tears, and said in a low voice: "This ...... Female benefactor, are you sure that there is nothing wrong with you?"

Ye Erniang cried: "How can there be a mistake? Child, do you have nine incense scars on your buttocks?"

Xuzhu was completely stunned, this was his most private thing, Ye Erniang even knew this, and there would be fakes.

Since he was a child, Xuzhu thought that he had no father and no mother, so he regarded Shaolin Temple as his home, and treated Master Huilun as a father.

Now, Xuzhu, who has been lonely for 20 years, can't help but cry when he sees his biological mother: "Female donor...... Mother, I can't think of it...... I didn't think you were the mother of the little monk. ”

Ye Erniang hugged Xuzhu in her arms and murmured: "Idiot, idiot, if I can see you again, even if I die, I can be blind." ”

Ah Zhu and Ruan Xingzhu both thought of what happened to them, sighed in their hearts, and secretly felt happy for Xuzhu.

Xiao Feng was tearful, pitiful that he couldn't remember his mother's face at all, and when he saw that Xuzhu could find his mother, he really felt envious.

Thinking that Xuzhu was robbed by Xiao Yuanshan, and having been lonely for so many years, Xiao Feng's heart couldn't help but be full of guilt.

Xiao Yuanshan sneered repeatedly: "Hehe, little monk, congratulations on finding your mother, do you know who your father is? ”

Many people's eyes looked at Duan Zhengchun, knowing that this was a famous wanderer on the rivers and lakes, and he was merciful everywhere.

Ruan Xingzhu's face was even more smiling, and he stared at Duan Zhengchun with an extremely strange gaze.

Duan Zhengchun's heart was full of doubts: "Could it be that this is really my son, but why don't I have any impression at all?"

"No, don't, don't say it, I beg you, be merciful and righteous, spare him, all iniquity is caused by me." Ye Erniang's face was full of fear.

"Spare him! Haluha, you're joking. Thirty years ago, before the Yanmen Gate, how could no one spare my wife?" Xiao Yuanshan laughed desolately.

Even though there are many people who hate Xiao Yuanshan's ruthlessness, thinking of his miserable past, they can't help but feel sympathy for him.

Ye Erniang was still begging bitterly, and before she could taste the joy of getting together with her son, she encountered such a big distress.

"Erniang, don't beg him again, Lao Wei did something wrong back then, it's time for retribution. An old monk walked out slowly, and it was actually Xuanci, the abbot of Shaolin.

Abbot Xuanci beckoned to Xuzhu and said lovingly: "You have stayed in Shaolin Temple for twenty years, and I don't know that you are my biological son." ”

Looking at the white-haired and white-eyebrowed abbot Xuanci, everyone present was stunned, no one expected that the old abbot, who was famous and respected all over the world, actually had an affair with Ye Erniang, who did all kinds of evil, and gave birth to a son.

Ye Erniang's face was miserable, and she said sadly: "It's all my fault, it was me who seduced you, and I should bear all the scrapes, you ...... Why did you stand up and ruin your reputation for the rest of your life?"

Abbot Xuanci sighed: "Erniang, because of my identity, I can't look for a child with you, all these years...... It's been a hard time all these years...... I'm sorry for you. ”

Ye Erniang's eyes were sad: "No, I'm not bitter, you have bitterness...... If there is suffering, it is true suffering. ”

The abbot of Xuan Ci said: "Xuan Lone, as the abbot, I destroyed the reputation of the temple and committed the color precept, and I should receive a hundred sticks and execute it in public." ”

Xuan Lin couldn't help but feel embarrassed, according to the Shaolin precepts, Xuan Ci naturally had to be beaten with a stick, but the Shaolin abbot was beaten in public, this was really the first time that he had ever suffered it.

Hong Jin walked out and said to Abbot Xuanci: "I have a word to say to you in private." ”

Abbot Xuanci sighed: "If you have anything to say, you might as well say it publicly." ”

Hong Jin condensed his voice into a line and transmitted it to Abbot Xuanci's ear drum: "Abbot, if you are bent on death, Ye Erniang will inevitably go with you, and Xuzhu will immediately become an orphan without a father or mother." In life, it is easy to die, but it is difficult to survive, putting aside the fame of the floating clouds and doing good deeds to make up for the mistakes, which is the only right way. ”

Abbot Xuanci was stunned for a long time, and finally sighed: "Amitabha, Hong Jin, although you are not a member of Buddhism, you are more thorough about the principles of life than me, the abbot of Shaolin." Xuan Lone, let's be executed. ”

Xuan Lin beckoned, and immediately two Shaolin monks walked up, both with embarrassed expressions on their faces.

Abbot Xuanci said: "Fight, fight, shoot harder, can't tolerate mercy, the heroes of the world are witnesses." ”

Smack!

The two Shaolin monks did not dare to leave their hands, raised the precept stick high, and fought heavily.

Xuan Ci did not carry the divine power to protect the body, dozens of sticks were struck, and the skin was already open, and the blood stained the monk's robe.

Xuan Lin showed an unbearable look on his face: "Abbot, the remaining dozens of sticks, if you don't fight in the future, I'm afraid your body won't be able to hold it." ”

Abbot Xuanci shook his head: "All the Shaolin precepts should be obeyed, how can I be an exception because of me, hit hard, don't show mercy." ”

With tears in their eyes, the two monks who carried out the precepts beat the rest of the sticks, and after the beating, they couldn't help but hide their faces and weep, which was really uncomfortable.

Abbot Xuanci staggered to his feet, and the two Shaolin monks hurriedly helped him up.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if it weren't for Hong Jin's reminder, I'm afraid I would have said goodbye to you all at this moment. I have a loss of virtue, can no longer be the abbot of Shaolin, from now on, the abbot of the position by Xuan Lin to take over, I exiled the Shaolin Temple by myself. From now on, he is no longer a Shaolin monk and has nothing to do with Shaolin Temple. Xuan Ci said with a gloomy expression.

Xuan Lin couldn't help but be taken aback, and hurriedly said: "Senior Brother Xuanci, Shaolin Temple still needs you to preside, the position of abbot, I really dare not be ashamed." ”

Xuan Ci said: "I have made up my mind, you don't have to say much." Originally, I was determined to kill myself, but I was awakened by Hong Jin. I can't stay in Shaolin Temple anymore, don't embarrass me. ”

Xuan Lin couldn't shirk it, so he had to accept the position of abbot, and after the matter here was over, he would make up the ceremony.

Xiao Yuanshan laughed, he made Xuan Ci ruined in front of the heroes of the world, and he had already taken revenge, and now there is still the biggest enemy left, Murong Bo.

"Murong Bo, you are the culprit, today you will not be able to escape justice. Xiao Yuanshan looked at Murong Bo with a terrifying gaze, revealing Sensen's killing intent.

Murong Boha smiled: "Life and death are ordinary things." As long as you are willing to agree to one condition for me, why is it difficult to take my head?"

Xiao Yuanshan didn't expect that Murong Bo would be so bold, it was really unexpected, and asked casually, "What?"

Murong Bo said: "As long as Xiao Feng, the king of the Southern Courtyard, agrees to send troops to attack the Song Dynasty and help me restore the country of Dayan, you can take my head." ”

Xiao Yuanshan couldn't help but move, he expected that with his and Xiao Feng's kung fu, he might not be able to kill Murong Bo as he wished, and seeing that the revenge of life and death was within reach, he turned his gaze to Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng said loudly to Murong Bo: "Have you ever seen the tragic situation of Song and Liao killing each other above the border pass? Have you ever seen the scene of the Song and Liao people's wives being separated and their families ruined? Song and Liao have been easily retiring 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 tragically? How many Liao people will die unexpectedly?"

The people on the field were all moved by Xiao Feng's words, and they completely forgot for a while that Xiao Feng was a Khitan Hulu, and they felt that these words were righteous and full of righteousness.

The Great Song Dynasty had a lot of money, and only one or two generals needed to lead the troops to fight, and the Great Liao and Tubo joined forces, and they might not be able to win. We killed a river of blood and a mountain of bones, but let the Murong clan take the opportunity to restore the Yan Kingdom. I am loyal to the country and the country, aiming to protect the land and the people, not for my own glory and wealth or revenge, so as to kill people to take land and establish meritorious deeds. ”

When Xiao Feng said this, he remembered the tragic situation of the Song soldiers and Liao soldiers fighting each other outside Yanmen Pass, and he couldn't help but say more and more loudly, and the more he said, the more impassioned he became.

"Good, good hero, good spirit, good knowledge. Suddenly, a voice shouted.

Everyone followed the prestige, but they saw a thin monk in a green robe, holding a broom, sweeping the floor with a bow, this monk was not young, and the sparse beard under his chin had turned white.

There were all martial arts masters present, but none of them could see how the sweeping monk came, only knowing that he appeared out of thin air, as if he had been sweeping the floor here since ancient times.

The senior monks of Shaolin Temple felt even more strange, they had never noticed that there was such a sweeping monk in Shaolin Temple, but they didn't expect to come here strangely.

The sweeping monk said: "What Lord Xiao said is quite benevolent and benevolent, and he is really a rare good man in the world. All beings in the world are ants, the Khitan Central Plains, must they be so clearly distinguished?"

Murong Bo was furious, and couldn't help shouting: "You old monk, pretending to be a ghost here, how long have you been in Shaolin, why don't you see you?"

The sweeping monk couldn't help but look dazed: "I've been in Shaolin for a long time, I don't know if it's forty-two or forty-three years, and you haven't come yet." About thirty years ago, Lord Xiao Shi came, and after nearly ten years, you came again, and you have been hiding in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and secretly looking at the martial arts scriptures of Shaolin Temple, don't you know how wrong it is. ”

Xuan Ci and the other senior monks were all shocked, thinking that Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo had been hiding in the Shaolin Temple for so long, and they were not known, and their hidden skills were really strong, but how could this sweeping monk find out? It was really a strange thing.