"Miss Wang is truly wise. Fortunately, I met her. Otherwise, my parents' lives would be in danger today!"
Although Qiao Feng was frightened, his admiration and gratitude for Wang Yuyan increased.
However, he did not hold back at all and chased after him wildly.
Xiao Yuanshan didn't want to show up, and even more so didn't want to hurt his son, so he didn't want to fight.
But Qiao Feng's Qinggong is not weaker than his, and if he only defends and does not attack, he will probably be beaten to death by Qiao Feng!
Helpless, Xiao Yuanshan could only snort coldly and swung out a palm, but not to hit Qiao Feng, but to hit Qiao Sanhuai's house through the air!
Although it was quite far away, the palm strike was powerful and strong.
If Qiao Feng didn't stop it, the house would have collapsed, and Qiao Sanhuai and his wife would have died!
"Damn thief!"
Qiao Feng cursed angrily, but could only stop and turn around to block the astonishing palm power. He wanted to chase after him, but he was already powerless.
"What a strong skill!"
"Who is this person?"
The force of this palm strike even frightened Qiao Feng.
The corners of Xiao Yuanshan's mouth were twitching wildly.
Being called a damn thief by your own son... this is fucking ridiculous!
"Feng'er, are you back?"
Qiao Sanhuai and his wife were awakened and looked at Qiao Feng in shock.
"Dad, Mom, let's talk about it later. It's not safe at home. Go hide in the cave in the mountains for the night. I'll come find you tomorrow morning!"
"I won't come back to find you, so don't come back!"
brush!
Qiao Feng flew away, leaving the old couple looking at each other in bewilderment. Then their faces turned ugly, and they didn't even dare to pack their valuables. They quickly ran into the mountains in the dark.
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Shaolin Temple, Xuanku Zen Room.
Xuan Ku sat cross-legged on the bed, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the man in black in front of him with a calm expression.
"Who is the donor and why are you here?"
In fact, these Shaolin monks have encountered such things quite often. Most of the similar men in black have committed crimes and want to repent, but are afraid that Buddhism will not accept them.
But I still hold on to a little hope.
After all, if you put down your butcher knife, you will become a Buddha instantly.
Therefore, many of them would choose to break into the meditation room of a certain senior monk at night, ask questions in secret, and if they get a satisfactory answer, some of them will join Shaolin soon.
Therefore, Xuan Ku was very calm.
"No matter who the donor is or why he is here, in my heart, there is no difference. Please sit down."
"There's some tea on the table. Even though it's cold, it will quench your thirst."
"master."
The man in black said in a hoarse voice, "More than twenty years ago, who asked you to go down the mountain and teach the children of Qiao Sanhuai and his wife martial arts to improve their character?"
"Um?"
Xuan Ku's originally calm expression changed instantly.
"Who are you?!"
"Didn't the Master just say that everyone is equal, regardless of who they are?"
"If that's the case, why bother about my identity? I'm here just to get some information and find out the truth."
“···”
Xuan Ku was silent for a long time. He lowered his head, crossed his Buddhist beads, and whispered softly, "Qiao Feng and I have a destiny. Why do I need others to direct me?"
"master."
The man in black looked at him with a complicated expression: "You are a monk."
"yes."
"But monks do not tell lies."
"Poor monk..."
"That's the truth."
"Haha, what a fact! Is this the Shaolin monk?"
The man in black sneered: "Aren't you afraid of death?"
"Guilt, guilt."
Xuan Ku sighed deeply and clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, it is indeed Xuan Ku himself who has a connection with Qiao Feng, without anyone else's instigation."
"If you don't believe it, then do it."
This time, it was the man in black's turn to remain silent.
Also for a long time.
He spoke slowly, his voice no longer hoarse, and even this familiar voice made Xuan Ku's expression change completely.
"In that case, the identity of the leader is really extraordinary."
"Master, even if you die, will you still protect his reputation?"
"Qiao Feng?!"
Xuan Ku's face shuddered, and he turned pale with fear: "It's you?"
"It's me."
Qiao Feng pulled off his veil, his expression calm, though his eyes were particularly complicated. "But I never expected that you, who have taught your disciples to be upright since childhood, would actually lie."
"Feng'er, there are some things you..."
Xuan Ku became anxious.
On one side is his apprentice.
But on the other side was Xuanci, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, his own senior brother and the leading figure in the martial arts world.
Once the identity of the leader is exposed, Shaolin's reputation that has lasted for thousands of years will be destroyed.
What should I do?
How should I choose?
He wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he found that he had no idea how to start or what to say.
Qiao Feng's current attitude clearly shows that he already knows some of what happened back then.
What should I say?!
Should he give up the quest for his origins? Or give up the blood feud for his parents?
"Feng'er."
Xuan Ku smiled bitterly and said, "All living beings are equal, and we are all struggling to cross the sea of suffering, just to reach the other shore."
"Why don't you follow me and take refuge in the Buddha, forget your past troubles, and focus on cultivating your next life?"
“Master!”
Qiao Feng spoke, his voice faintly accompanied by the stirring sound of a dragon's roar: "Disciple, if you cannot forget your many troubles, you are just an ordinary person, destined to never become an enlightened monk."
"Since Master won't tell me about what happened back then, I'll ask someone else."
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