The old monks attacked together, which made Xiao Yuanshan very wary, and he had to stop half of his move.
But at that moment, Qiao Feng's attack had already reached him.
The dragon that soars too high will regret it!
The golden dragon poured into Xiao Yuanshan's body, sending him flying.
Pfft!!
Xiao Yuanshan coughed up blood, blood flowing from his seven orifices, his old eyes wide as he stared at Qiao Feng:
"I'm your father! You're going to kill me!"
"You killed my parents, and you still dare to expect me to acknowledge your thief as my father! Die!!!"
Qiao Feng's eyes were bloodshot, and he frantically channeled his inner energy into his palms, chanting, "The Dragon Soars Without Regret!"
With all his might, he delivered a powerful palm strike, which was relayed in mid-air and slammed towards Xiao Yuanshan.
"Karma! It's all karma!"
Xiao Yuanshan shook his head and wailed, watching Qiao Feng approach, then closed his eyes and awaited death.
However, the imagined pain did not occur.
Xiao Yuanshan opened his eyes and saw Xuan Ci suddenly rush over and take the blow head-on.
"Abbot!"
The monks were all dumbfounded.
Xuan Ci stood still, his chest caved in, the palm print extending to his back.
Blood flowed from his seven orifices, and black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but a kind smile appeared on his face.
"Qiao Feng, this palm strike is something I owe you. In my entire life... you are the person I have wronged the most."
Xuan Ci smiled kindly, and in his murky, bloodshot eyes, the image of Qiao Feng appeared.
Qiao Feng calmed down a bit and asked, "Xuan Ci! You must be the leader mentioned in the letter?"
The monks quickly fed Xuanci a Great Rejuvenation Pill, which saved his life.
Xuan Ci answered hoarsely, "That's right, it was me. It was me who caused you to lose your parents when you were young. It was me who brought you back to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain and handed you over to the Qiao couple to raise. It was all my fault."
Xiao Yuanshan caught his breath slightly, then charged forward again: "Xuanci! Die!"
"You scoundrel! Do you really think we're made of clay?!"
The monks surrounded Xiao Yuanshan and engaged him in battle.
Qiao Feng continued, "Who was the person who wrote the letter to you?"
Xuan Ci slowly shook his head, "That person has long since passed away, so telling you is useless."
"explain!"
Qiao Feng clenched his fists, veins bulging.
"yes……"
Just as Xuan Ci was about to speak, a finger strike shot out.
"Amitabha!"
The simply dressed sweeping monk appeared out of nowhere, forming an invisible wall of energy in front of him. When his finger energy entered the wall, it was like a mud ox entering the sea, without causing any ripples.
“Benefactor Murong, the sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore.”
The sweeping monk's gaze was as calm as still water as he looked at Murong Bo.
"What Murong Bo? I am Li Feiyu!"
Murong Bo panicked and instinctively retorted.
“Amitabha! I never said you were Murong Bo.” The sweeping monk said calmly, “Benefactor Murong, I have been watching your actions all these years.”
"Who exactly are you?!"
Murong Bo tensed up, eyeing the sweeping monk warily, as if he had been seen through.
The sweeping monk put his hands together and said, "I am just a humble sweeping monk, and I cannot bear to see you go astray."
The martial arts masters were stunned. Such a great master was just a sweeping monk. The Shaolin Temple was full of hidden talents, which was terrifying!
"What a joke! I am Li Feiyu!"
Murong Bo retorted and then tried to fly away.
However, with just a casual gesture, the Sweeping Monk sent Murong Bo flying backward, his human skin mask falling off and revealing his true face.
"It really is Murong Bo!"
Many older martial arts practitioners recognized Murong Bo and exclaimed in surprise.
At the same time, many people looked at Murong Fu.
Murong Fu smiled slightly, stepped forward, clasped his hands and said, "Master, my father is quite mischievous. He impersonates others everywhere and even tries to stir up trouble in the martial arts world. He is really childish. I would like to trouble you to discipline him."
The sweeping monk remained silent.
However, the heroes were all talking about it.
"I never imagined that Li Feiyu was actually Murong Bo in disguise. Doesn't that mean that all those who died tragically were killed by Murong Bo?"
"I thought Murong Bo was a highly respected elder, but I never expected him to be this kind of person."
"..."
Suddenly, someone shouted, "He's not Li Feiyu!"
Who are you?
"Kid, don't talk nonsense. The master has already removed his human skin mask."
“I’m not talking nonsense. I’ve known Brother Li for a while. Brother Li is a free-spirited and unrestrained person. This person is completely different from me. He has a weathered look in his eyes and a face full of resentment. He is not like Brother Li at all.”
The person who arrived was none other than Duan Yu, who said with great certainty.
Duan Zhengchun said sternly, "Yu'er, come here to your father and stop talking nonsense."
Duan Yu said, "But I really didn't make this up, he really isn't Brother Li!"
"Shut up!"
Duan Zhengchun glared at him.
Duan Yu could only shut his mouth in frustration.
Another person stepped forward and said, "This humble monk can also testify that this person is not Young Master Li."
"Kumārajīva, the Tibetan National Preceptor, you also had contact with Li Feiyu?"
The heroes looked at the person who had stepped forward.
Kumārajīva put his hands together and said, "That's right. This humble monk has met with Young Master Li before. Young Master Li is a man of true character and is definitely not the kind of person who schemes behind people's backs."
Seeing that many people were questioning him, the heroes became skeptical. They thought that Murong Bo might not actually be Li Feiyu, but just a villain impersonating Li Feiyu.
Murong Fu said, "Whether it is Li Feiyu or Murong Bo, since they have made mistakes, they should be punished. I would like to ask the master to take them under his wing and educate them day and night, so that they may listen to the Buddha's teachings."
The sweeping monk looked over, his sharp gaze meeting Murong Fu's, revealing a hint of surprise and doubt, but he said nothing and silently nodded.
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