Jiumozhi was an expert in martial arts and a vigilant and treacherous person. He seldom met an opponent in his life. The time he was defeated by Feng Yi, he regarded it as a miracle and a rare master, not a fault of his own.

So even though Ah Zi repeatedly said that he was defeated by Feng Yi, in his heart he knew that it would be a defeat no matter who came, and he consoled himself by doing so, as if nothing had happened.

Today, knowing that Feng Yi was here, he only wanted to overwhelm all the Shaolin disciples with Shaolin's unique skills. However, if the "Small Wuxiang Gong" is practiced to perfection, it would be extremely powerful. However, since this skill is called "Small Wuxiang", the word "small" indicates that it is only the initial stage of the profound internal power of Taoism. It can be used to apply Taoist skills, but it is not suitable for other skills.

Especially since the Xiao Wuxiang Gong practiced by Jiumozhi was missing the seventh volume, there were flaws in the technique, and it was not as smooth and free as when Xiao Feng performed Shaolin martial arts.

Therefore, it was hopeless for Jiumozhi to defeat him using Shaolin's unique skills, and he had no choice but to use his own unique Shaolin skill, the "Flame Sword", which he had practiced for many years.

And Ah Zhu had seen Jiumozhi chop down a tree in the past, and wield Duan Yu's Six Meridians Divine Sword east and west, making holes all over the doors, windows and walls. His internal energy skills were truly extraordinary. She was afraid that Xiao Feng would be in danger, so she hurriedly reminded him.

Although Xiao Feng had heard Azhu and Duan Yu talk about Jiumozhi, it was only when he was there in person that he realized that the flaming sword was indeed extremely sharp.

However, he was born with supernatural powers. Since he had perfected his martial arts, Jiumozhi could be regarded as the strongest enemy in his life. His fighting spirit was even stronger. He laughed and said, "Good!" He pushed out with both palms.

The monks were all surprised when they saw this. Someone shouted, "Twenty-eight Dragon Subduing Palms?"

This move of Xiao Feng is "Seeing the Dragon in the Field" from the "Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon".

When Xiao Feng faced a master like Jiumozhi, the latter had already used all his unique skills and exerted his full strength. He knew that Shaolin Kung Fu was not enough to fight him, so he used his most proud Kung Fu.

He was already good at the "Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms", and Feng Yi taught him the "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms", which embodied the martial arts philosophy of the Xiaoyao School. Xiao Feng learned the Taoist secrets of the Nine Yin Scriptures, and was able to apply what he had learned to other situations, making great progress in his internal strength and martial arts.

At this moment, when the two palms clapped out, there was power as if clouds flew and wind turned, rocks cracked and mountains collapsed. It was truly awe-inspiring.

It happened in a flash, and the two extremely masculine and powerful palm forces collided with each other. There was a loud bang, and the energy flew away, causing burning pain.

Jiumozhi smiled and said, "I have heard of the Beggars' Sect's unique skills for a long time. I am glad to learn from them."

He used both hands at the same time, waved his palms and sleeves, and released "Flame Sword" moves one after another. There was a "chi chi" sound, and it was as if there were clouds and fog, miserable ghosts crying and gods wailing.

Xiao Feng also braced himself, his palms dancing like dragons and phoenixes, whistling like the wind, each palm had the power to break stones and split monuments.

This fierce fight was not like the previous ones which were all Shaolin martial arts competitions. Instead, each opponent displayed their life-long skills. The colliding of their palms made endless rumbling sounds, which was truly thrilling.

In an instant, the field was filled with hot steam and white vapor.

Jiumozhi's flaming sword was condensed with internal energy, which was scorching hot and had many moves. Just like Xiao Feng's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, although the moves were simple, they were extremely strong and masculine, with extraordinary power that was unstoppable.

The two men exchanged nearly a hundred moves, causing the main hall to be filled with heat, making people feel like they were in a steamer.

Jiumozhi and Xiao Feng's complexions also changed, from bright red to flushed, and then to crimson. Beads of sweat then emerged and immediately evaporated, turning into wisps of white smoke.

Everyone was shocked, and the Shaolin monks were even more confused, thinking that Jiumozhi had such magical powers, if it weren't for Qiao Feng, who could defeat him? Among the monks present, eight out of ten had cursed Qiao Feng, and now thinking of the past, they all regretted it. Thinking of this, they were afraid that Qiao Feng would make a mistake.

Feng Yi was also thinking: "If the fight continues like this, even if Xiao Feng can win, it will probably not be easy. Moreover, if Jiumozhi is offline at this time, once the Xiao family father and son fight against the Murong father and son, the Xiao family father and son will definitely win, and the Sweeping Monk may not show up."

Feng Yi had witnessed the martial arts skills of these five people with his own eyes at this time, so he naturally held a positive attitude towards the understanding of the Xiao family father and son in the original plot.

In the original plot, when the Xiao family father and son faced Murong Bo and Jiumozhi, they thought it was hard to tell who would win. When Murong Fu appeared, Xiao Feng thought that he could not avenge himself and that the father and son would have to die here. It was just that he was brave and courageous and was not afraid of dying here for the sake of revenge for his mother.

It can also be said that if the Sweeping Monk did not come out, it would be equally difficult for Xiao Feng to avenge himself.

The monks of the Xuan generation also saw that, seeing the two fighting to such an extent, even if Xiao Feng could win, he would at the very least be injured or sick, and they wanted to call for a stop, but they did not dare to speak casually, for fear that Xiao Feng would suffer the consequences.

After all, if Xiao Feng stopped at his command, Jiumozhi would not stop, and if he was hit by his move, he would be killed instantly without hope.

If many people went up to forcibly split it, then there would be no point for Xiao Feng to take action.

After all, the essence of this fight lies in fighting alone.

But seeing Xuan Ci clasped his hands together and took a step forward, he knew that he didn't want fame today, so he was going to help Xiao Feng.

Suddenly, a young girl's voice giggled, "How ridiculous! Shaolin Temple is known as the master of martial arts, but the abbot of the temple wants to win by relying on numbers. Doesn't that make him a shameless villain?"

When everyone heard this, they were stunned, because these words clearly came from A Zi's mouth.

The person who was fighting for life and death with Jiumozhi was her brother-in-law Xiao Feng. She knew it, so how could she ridicule him?

Ah Zhu was already thinking about her lover, and could no longer bear it, so she said angrily, "Ah Zi, you don't know that this monk is despicable and shameless. In the past, when he tried to seize the Six Meridians Divine Sword from the Tianlong Temple, all the monks from the Tianlong Temple rushed forward. Today, he is showing off his power in the Shaolin Temple, so why not let us all attack him together?"

Ah Zi smiled and said, "Sister, what you said is just unreasonable and unreasonable. If my brother-in-law is a hero, I will recognize him.

If he is a shameless person who needs help in a fight, this brother-in-law is worse than nothing!"

Jiumozhi was fighting with Xiao Feng until this point, concentrating all his energy on the fight and turning a deaf ear to her words.

But the others heard it clearly. The Shaolin monks looked at each other, totally unable to understand what this little girl was thinking.

Ah Zi looked at Feng Yi and said, "Brother, I think this brother-in-law can't take down this monk. He is not worthy of the title. You should go ahead."

Feng Yi knew what she meant. She wanted to show off her power. He gently pinched her nose and said, "You really don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. This Jiumozhi is a rare martial arts genius and the number one master in Tubo.

By chance, he acquired many unique Shaolin skills, as well as the Xiao Wuxiang Gong, which made him even more powerful. In the world today, there is not a single person who is confident of defeating him.

Brother Xiao is at least twenty years younger than him, and his skills are twenty years less. To be able to fight to this extent, he is truly a god!"

Ah Zi curled her lips and said, "Humph, how come this monk is so powerful but not as good as you? I see that you are thirty years younger than him, and your skills are thirty years less."

Feng Yi smiled and said nothing, thinking: "If I hadn't been systematically cultivated, which allowed me to have the perfect internal force of Shenzhao Gong and Xuedao Jin, the unity of good and evil, and the blessing and cultivation of Jiuyin Divine Art, how could I be where I am today?"

But when Ah Zi said this, Ah Zhu immediately understood the reason, knowing that his heart was with Xiao Feng, while his sister's heart was with Feng Yi, so he said to Feng Yi anxiously: "Brother Feng, considering your relationship with Ah Zi, you and Brother Xiao are also a family, so please lend him a helping hand."

Abbot Xuanci said, "Amitabha, Master Feng, things have come to this point today. I am not from Shaolin, and I am a brother-in-law to Master Xiao. Although it is inappropriate to help, and it will damage my reputation, it is not against reason to ask you to separate the two.

I have something to say publicly to clear Mr. Xiao's name!"

“Okay!” Feng Yi stood up immediately: “Today Shaolin is the host and we are the guests. How can we not obey the master’s order?” He took a step forward and floated more than a meter away, his clothes and hair fluttering without wind.

Everyone was immediately shocked.

It turned out that Feng Yi actually went directly to the intersection point where Xiao Feng and Jiumozhi's true power collided.

This meant that he had to withstand attacks from two people.

In an instant, the flaming knife broke through the air and the dragon-subduing palm roared, but Feng Yi seemed not to notice. He spread his palms apart to form a barrier, and then turned his body according to the situation.

In an instant, Xiao Feng and Jiumozhi felt depressed.

Xiao Feng's "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" and Jiumozhi's "Flame Sword" are both extremely powerful martial arts in the world, and no one can match them.

When the two of them joined forces, they were almost invincible. However, the power of their palms was like a gentle breeze caressing his body.

Xiao Feng and Jiumozhi felt even more that their heavy palm power was as if they had hit an invisible yet tangible soft wall. As Feng Yixiaoyao turned around, all the strength and energy in their bodies went empty and they walked to the side. In an instant, great energy surged and everyone's breath was held.

Xiao Feng and Jiumozhi felt a huge potential rebounding towards them. Their arms felt numb. Xiao Feng's body shook and he took three steps back, while Jiumozhi staggered and fell three steps.

Feng Yi laughed and said, "What a beautiful Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and what a powerful Flame Blade!"

Everyone saw him take on the two ultimate skills head-on, and while he was speaking, he was still full of energy, and his internal energy was not weakened at all. Everyone around was shocked: "Feng Yi is so young, but he has such power. I don't know what kind of natural treasures he ate to increase his power."

Ah Zhu rushed to Xiao Feng and asked, "Brother, are you okay?"

Xiao Feng shook his head and adjusted his internal energy.

Jiumozhi, however, staggered like a drunk, and suddenly sat down cross-legged, gasping for breath, his eyes red as he stared at Feng Yi.

Feng Yi stood with his hands in his sleeves, and said calmly: "Your Xiao Wuxiang Gong is flawed. It is wonderful to use it to activate Shaolin's unique skills, but it is better to use it less before you master it."

It turned out that Feng Yi's attack was just to absorb the palm power of the two people, and the power was mutual. Xiao Feng was in good health, but Jiumozhi had a hidden illness. He used the Xiao Wuxiang Gong to activate Shaolin's unique skills, and then fought hard with Xiao Feng, and used all his strength to perform the Flame Blade.

Feng Yi's internal strength was much stronger than his. When he exerted his strength, several of his acupuncture points felt uncomfortable, so it looked like Feng Yi hit him harder, making him look inferior to Xiao Feng.

Jiumozhi's face darkened, and he said, "How can my insignificant skills be worthy of the attention of Master Feng?"

Then he looked around at the monks and said, "Hehe, I just feel sorry that after tomorrow, the Shaolin Temple in Songshan will be completely unrecognizable."

He called himself "little monk" to Feng Yi and "master" to Shaolin, which was like the style of a Tubo national teacher. The monks were naturally ashamed to hear that the two laymen had helped them out.

Feng Yi smiled and said: "Master, you used Shaolin Temple martial arts at first, but you couldn't beat a Shaolin lay disciple. Later, you used your signature skill, the Flame Sword, and Brother Xiao also used the Beggars' Sect's unique skills. What can Shaolin do?

Besides, there are strong and weak people who practice martial arts, but there is no difference in martial arts skills. Even if you defeated the Shaolin masters and Brother Xiao today, you only defeated them personally, not Shaolin itself. Don’t you understand this principle?"

After hearing this, Jiumozhi panted heavily, lowered his head and said nothing.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Don't you believe it?"

He continued, "The national master is a man of extraordinary talent, and is rare in the martial arts world. You should know that Shaolin Temple has been famous since its founder, Bodhidharma, and has been well-known in the martial arts world for hundreds of years. You want to destroy Shaolin Temple with your own strength. How can the monks present face the ancestors of all generations?"

As a master of a country, you should know that since ancient times, there has always been someone who has not turned his mind under pressure. Even if Brother Xiao doesn't come today, you insist on disbanding Shaolin Temple. Although these masters are vegetarians, do they really have no temper? If Abbot Xuanci puts aside his personal reputation and takes advantage of the opportunity to attack you, or fights you alone and dies to protect the law, then his more than 30 brothers will immediately have an excuse to avenge the abbot and attack you in groups. How can you survive?" His eyes rolled up, gleaming with brilliance, and he looked awe-inspiring.

"Yes!" Ah Zi laughed and said, "When people are pushed too far, they will rebel and create chaos. How could the Shaolin monks not be determined to fight to the death? If I hadn't called Master Xuanci just now, he would have secretly slapped you on the back and you would have died long ago!"

Jiumozhi knew that what Feng Yi said was right. Not counting Xiao Feng, only Abbot Xuanci had fought with him. Even if he had no intention of killing him, if Xuanci was defeated and committed suicide, the monks would immediately have an excuse for revenge. How could he survive when facing more than 30 monks with the surname Xuan?

Jiumozhi's chest rose and fell, and he murmured, "Your Excellency is invincible in the world. I am not as skilled as you, so naturally I have nothing to say."

"You are too kind." Feng Yi said calmly, "There are always people above you, and I dare not recognize these four words in this Shaolin Temple!"

Jiumozhi smiled and said: "Your Excellency is modest and has the demeanor of a great man, but this is not what a young person should think."

Feng Yi smiled and said: "What kind of thinking do young people have? Should they be full of youthful vigor and think that they are the best in the world?

Haha, don't think I'm being modest. How do you know there's no one in Shaolin Temple who can beat me?"

Jiumozhi sneered, "What's the point of Shaolin Temple relying on outsiders other than winning by numbers? Could it be that there are some great figures there?"

"Amitabha..." Xuanci put his hands together and said, "The power of the Ming King is extraordinary. I admire you."

Jiumozhi stood up and said, "Now that things have come to this, there is no need to say more. I can only say that Shaolin's luck has not yet run out." He suddenly stopped talking, as if he remembered something, his eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about something.

Xuan Ci also had a thought and chanted the Buddha's name. The expressions of the other Shaolin monks changed at the same time. They were also guessing who the person who could defeat him was that Feng Yi mentioned.

Jiumozhi smiled and then said, "Master Xuancheng of Shaolin Temple was the best in Shaolin Sect back then. He was known as the best martial artist in the past 200 years. I naturally know that.

But now his tendons and veins are all broken, and he has been in seclusion for many years. Just like this little monk, there should not be many people he can remember.

He is undoubtedly the best master in the past two hundred years and he is just talking nonsense. His friends in the martial arts world may not agree with him. Why should Feng be so modest? "

"Amitabha!"

When the Shaolin monks named Xuan thought of Xuan Cheng, they couldn't help feeling sad and clasped their hands together.

Feng Yi sighed. How could they know that he was talking about the old man sweeping the floor, not Xuan Cheng? He said, "You are already this old, and you are a senior Buddhist monk. You have learned the Little Wuxiang Kung Fu, but you are still brave and aggressive. The day of disaster is probably not far away!"

Jiumozhi snorted and strode out of the main hall. Of course, no one from Shaolin Temple stopped him.

Feng Yi didn’t have any either.

Unexpectedly, just as Jiumozhi reached the entrance of the hall, suddenly a green light flashed, and four long swords stabbed at Jiumozhi's throat at the same time.

The four long swords pointed in the same direction. The sword techniques were incredibly fast and ruthless. But the four of them shouted, "You shameless thing who learned martial arts secretly, and you still want to leave!" The voice was delicate and sounded like the accent of a young girl.

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Feng Yi and A Zi immediately thought of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum.

Although Jiumozhi's internal strength was greatly damaged in the fierce battle with Xiao Feng, his martial arts were still extraordinary. Seeing the sword coming, he slashed with his right palm and used the magical skill of "Flame Blade". With the sound of clang, the four long swords were cut off.

The four girls were shocked and jumped back several feet. When they looked at the sword in their hands, they saw only half of it was left. Jiumozhi stepped out, waved his left sleeve, secretly used the "Crane Controlling Skill", and the plum sword floated forward involuntarily.

Feng Yi's body swayed and he shouted, "No!" He flicked his left sleeve and a warm current rushed towards him. Jiumozhi turned his sleeve back to block it, and it immediately floated away for several feet. His lips trembled and his eyes revealed a look of despair.

Everyone was awed by Feng Yi's magical power and was horrified.

But the ones who attacked Jiumozhi were four bright and beautiful girls who looked exactly the same.

Jiumozhi was swatted away by Feng Yi's sleeve, feeling greatly humiliated, but his frustration only lasted for a moment, as he laughed out loud, "Hero Feng is truly a romantic man!"

Feng Yi ignored him and asked, "Didn't I tell you to stay put?"

Jiumozhi gave a bitter smile, turned around abruptly, and floated away without even touching the ground.

He understood that in Feng Yi's eyes, he was just a character who could be easily defeated. He was not as important as a few girls, and he was unwilling to make himself look bad.

Ju Jian shouted, "Bald monk, you secretly learned martial arts, why are you running away?"

Mei, Lan, Zhu and Ju knew that Xiao Wuxiang Gong was Li Qiushui's unique magical skill, and their grandmother died because of her, so they hated Jiumozhi.

However, Feng Yi never thought of dealing with Jiumozhi based on his knowledge of the Lesser Wuxiang Skill and his status as the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Because Xiaoyaozi stole the Immortal Changchun Gong from the Immortal Changchun Valley in Dali, the stone wall martial arts of Lingjiu Palace have been around for hundreds of years, and it is obviously not created by him. If he can steal books and occupy the magpie's nest, can't others steal? Besides, Feng Yi now has the Sanskrit Yijinjing of Shaolin Temple in his arms. Moreover, he left his martial arts in the nameless valley, not afraid of being seen by others, which means to blend in with the world and return to the ordinary world.

What about Shaolin Sect and Xiaoyao Sect? The Dao is boundless and the Buddha nature is vast. If we force a distinction, wouldn't that be the biggest attachment? Therefore, Jiumo Zhineng's stealing of Xiao Wuxiang Gong was just a matter of personal affinity in Feng Yi's eyes, and he didn't care at all.

Moreover, before the Sweeping Monk appears, enemies like Jiumozhi are still useful and need to be kept.

If we need to deal with him, any excuse is fine. There is no need to use the fact that he has learned some martial arts as an excuse.

Seeing that Feng Yi did not want to keep Jiumozhi, Mei, Lan, Zhu and Ju did not dare to say anything more.

Mei Jian said, "My Lord, our sister came down the mountain without permission to serve you, please don't blame us."

Lan Jian said: "But this foreign monk has secretly learned the Little Wuxiang Kung Fu and doesn't know what is good for him. He really deserves to be beaten!"

Ju Jian said: "Master, this Shaolin Temple is just a name for nothing, and the Heroes Conference is definitely full of idiots. What's the point of you dealing with them? Why don't you go back to Piao Miao Peak and play together!"

The bamboo sword pointed at Xuanci and said, "Old monk, I think you are useless as the abbot except for chanting Amitabha. How will you end up without my master today? Quickly kowtow and thank you. Otherwise, you'd better be more careful. My four sisters will not be polite to you."

They seemed to be speaking one by one, but in fact the four of them were talking fast, chattering one after another, and they ignored the eminent monks such as Xuanci. Moreover, the Main Hall, which was originally a solemn Buddhist place, suddenly became a place for the chirping of children.

The Shaolin monks looked at each other in shock. Seeing how innocent and lively they were, and how lawless they seemed, they had no idea where they came from.

Xuan Ci said: "Except for the fellow monks of the Xuan generation, the rest of the monks can return to their rooms." The monks agreed in unison and filed out according to their seniority.

In a moment, only more than 30 old monks of the Xuan generation, as well as Shenshan, Shenyin, Guanxin, Daoqing, Juexian, Rongzhi, and the four girls Xiao Feng, Azhu, and A Zimei, Lanzhu, and Ju were left in the main hall.

Xuan Ci said, "My fellow brothers, this Mr. Xiao once studied martial arts at Shaolin Temple. His master was Junior Brother Xuan Ku. Junior Brother Xuan Ku was killed more than two years ago. Some people said it was him. Moreover, Mr. Xiao once admitted that he was the one who killed Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, as well as Junior Brother Xuan Ku!"

"What?" The monks on the sacred mountain all stood up and said, "If that's the case, then why don't we clean up the mess now? When will we do that?"

Xiao Feng was secretly shocked. Seeing the glaring eyes of these old monks, and the fact that there were more than 30 monks of the Xuan generation, he thought that if they attacked together, Xiao Feng would be killed today. He whispered to Feng Yi, "Brother Feng, if anything changes later, please take good care of Ah Zhu!"

Feng Yi whispered: "Don't worry, this is to suppress first and then to praise."

Xuan Ci said with a kind face: "My fellow brothers, the leader who killed Xiao Jun's parents outside Yanmen Pass was me, Xuan Ci!" When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but tremble all over.

Xuan Ci's face changed, and he said grimly, "I once sent Junior Brothers Xuan Gou and Xuan Shi to follow Qiao Feng, but the news had not yet been reported back to the mountain gate, and rumors spread in the martial arts world that all the bloody cases in the martial arts world were committed by Xiao Feng. My fellow Junior Brothers Xuan Du, Xuan Yin, Xuan Zhi, and Xuan Sheng and I hurried down the mountain and made a plan. If we find out that Xiao Feng is really the murderer, we will work together to kill him. This will not only avenge Junior Brother Xuan Ku, but also eliminate a disaster for the martial arts world."

"Amitabha!" The monks put their hands together and said, "It should be so."

Ah Zi burst out laughing and said, "Once again, they are using their numbers to bully the few, five against one."

Lan Jian also said: "Shaolin Temple is really a waste..."

Feng Yi's face turned serious and he said, "Don't talk nonsense."

The women stuck out their tongues and dared not say anything more.

Xuan Ci said: "However, we met the hero Feng in Jiangbei, listened to his story and learned the truth.

I happened to meet Xiao Jun again, and I faced off against Xiao Jun, using the Prajna Palm's 'Empty to the End' move. Just when all the palm power was empty, Xiao Jun's palm power was also suddenly empty. This was a lure, and when I took the opportunity to exert my strength, Xiao Jun's ribs must have been broken.

At that time, Xiao Jun already knew that I was the leader, but he took great risks and withdrew all his palm power. With such a heart, how could he kill his mentor who taught him martial arts? How could he kill his adoptive father and mother? Today, when Shaolin is facing the fate of the world, Xiao Jun has put aside his past grudges and fought with all his strength. All the brothers have witnessed it with their own eyes. I want to ask, is Mr. Xiao a person who has lost all humanity and conscience! "

"Amitabha!" Xuandu, Xuanyin, Xuanzhi, Xuansheng, Xuangou and Xuanshi said in unison: "What the abbot said is correct!"

Monks Shenyin, Guanxin, Daoqing, Juexian, Rongzhi and others all looked at the Master of the Divine Mountain.

The hermit of Shenshan lowered his brows and eyes, stood up and kowtowed three times to the Tathagata Buddha statue, then slowly stood up, put his hands together and said, "It was my anger that caused me to act rashly. Please don't blame me for offending Shaolin."

Ah Zi chuckled and said, "Old monk, I think you think my brother-in-law is powerful and you can't beat him, so you take advantage of the situation. As the saying goes, a man who knows the current situation is a hero. I think you should join the Xingxiu Sect. You are a promising talent and you can be a senior brother."

Xiao Feng and Azhu looked at each other. One thought, her sister is even more naughty than her, while Azhu thought, my sister is even more lawless than me.

After hearing what A Zi said, the monk on Shenshan said nothing and completely ignored it.

Xuan Ci turned to Xiao Feng and said, "Master Xiao, we are not saying this to curry favor with you, but to explain to Senior Brother Shenshan and other senior monks that it is not us Shaolin disciples who killed innocent people, but our Shaolin sect does not follow the correct precepts. If you are here to seek revenge today, please do it!"

Xiao Feng sighed and said, "Master, I know what you mean, but I am foolish and confused. I was entangled in hatred in the past and could not free myself, which resulted in the loss of many lives.

The culprit of the Yanmen Pass incident was Murong Bo, who spread false information, but he is dead now. Although it is hard to accept, everything has been settled in the end, so there is no need to say more. "

"Amitabha!" Seeing how magnanimous he was, the monks all put their hands together and prayed.

Xuanci said: "I know you have a kind thought in your heart. With this thought, you can create more merits."

Xiao Feng said: "I dare not ask for more merits, I only hope to commit fewer sins."

Xuan Ci said: "For those of us who learn martial arts, if we always have the thought of committing fewer sins in our hearts, it will be a merit."

Xiao Feng said: "Thank you for your teachings, Master."

Xuan Ci sighed and said, "I don't dare to teach you, but I am extremely grateful to the Buddha for his mercy and blessing, so that the foundation of Shaolin Temple was not destroyed in my hands!"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Brother Xiao, you are a chivalrous man with a kind heart. I admire you, but it sounds like you are not going to take revenge on the Murong family?"

Ah Zhu frowned deeply in response, her mind was in a trance. Xiao Feng seemed to sense something and shook his head and said, "As a son, how can I not avenge my mother's murder? However, Murong Bo has been dead for many years. When the battle of Yanmen Pass took place, Murong Fu was not yet born. It would be against morality to seek revenge on him. This is the only way!"

He said, holding Ah Zhu's hands.

Ah Zhu's cheeks flushed red as she said, "There will be no end to the cycle of revenge. My elder brother and I are very happy now. Besides, my young master is innocent. Why does Brother Feng want to stir up hatred in my elder brother?"

Feng Yi smiled slightly: "You do have good ideas, but it is a luxury to expect everything in the world to go as one wishes."

All the monks felt that this made a lot of sense.

Xiao Feng and A'zhu were deeply saddened by this incident, and it took them a long time to get over it. After hearing this, they felt very unhappy, but could not say it out loud, so they could only remain silent.

Ah Zi asked, "Sister, who is the young master you are talking about?"

Ah Zhu said, "Of course it's Master Murong."

Ah Zi said angrily, "Is that Murong Fu worthy of you calling him Young Master?"

Ah Zhu said in surprise, "I was brought back to the Murong family by Master Murong to be his maid when I was little. What else can I call you if not Master?"

Ah Zi was about to speak when she heard Xuan Ci say, "You all have come from afar and have had trouble. Please go to the guest house for a meal."

Shenshan and the others put their palms together and bowed: "Sorry for bothering you."

Xuanci returned the greeting.

Feng Yi and Xiao Feng also stood up together. The monk in charge of reception welcomed them into the guest house and served them vegetarian meals.

Ah Zi then told Ah Zhu about her life story, and Xiao Feng also explained to Feng Yi the reason for their separation.

Feng Yi then understood why the Heroes' Conference was held on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, but Xiao Feng arrived more than ten days in advance.

(End of this chapter)