Reborn as Murong Fu: This Time I'm the Protagonist

Chapter 529 A Large Stone as a Peak
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuanshan was shocked: "What? Who wants to harm our family?"

Xiao Feng shook his head: "I don't know who it is. But there is one person who does know."

"who is it?"

Xiao Feng pointed at Xuan Ci and said, "It's him!"

"Monk Xuanci, now that things have come to this, what else do you have to say? What else do you need to hide? Tell us everything!"

Xiao Feng pointed two fingers at Xuan Ci, his tone devoid of its previous politeness: "You are ignorant of right and wrong, and unaware of the truth. If I hadn't been here today, may I ask you, Master, are you prepared to continue down this wrong path, or are you prepared to spare this family's lives?"

"Speak up, you old bald thief!"

Xiao Feng was filled with rage; his hair and beard stood on end, and he looked like a fierce Vajra.

Xuan Ci opened his mouth wide and made a few "ah" sounds, like a mangy dog ​​being choked and unable to make a sound.

Wang Jiantong gritted his teeth and stood in front of Xuan Ci. Shaolin and the Beggars' Sect were of one mind and helped each other. He had come here with Xuan Ci, and he could not watch Xuan Ci be killed without doing anything.

Xuan Ci's expression shifted between light and shadow, his demeanor constantly changing. Ultimately, he decided not to implicate Murong Bo. Revealing his accomplice at this point would only be seen as cowardice, and his own life would depend on the other party's will. He figured he might as well be tough and fight to the bitter end. If he survived, he could secretly go back and settle accounts with Murong Bo.

Having made up his mind, Xuan Ci gritted his teeth and sat down, looking like he was waiting to be slaughtered—or rather, like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water: "Amitabha, this matter was caused by my oversight. Fortunately, Benefactor Qiao came here to explain the truth, and no major mistake was made. All the sins are on my shoulders. If Benefactor Qiao has any resentment in his heart, he can take revenge on me. Don't take it out on others."

Xiao Feng roared, "Stop arguing with me! Stop spouting your twisted logic, you old bald monk! You deserve to die! Do you think chanting a few 'Amitabha's mantras' will save you?" With that, he grabbed Xuan Ci from the ground and shouted, "You think I wouldn't dare kill you? Even if I kill you, I can still investigate slowly and find out who's behind this!"

Xuan Ci chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the Buddha is merciful. If I, a sinful monk, can resolve the boundless anger in Benefactor Qiao's heart, then that would be a meritorious deed. I only hope that after Benefactor Qiao takes revenge, he will not take his anger out on others and kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Xuan Ci adopted a "what's the worst that can happen?" attitude, determined to carry out moral blackmail to the end.

"Do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you?" Xiao Feng said coldly.

"Amitabha, if Mr. Qiao is going to kill someone, then kill this humble monk as well."

After saying this, Monk Zhiguang sat down on the ground, looking as if he were waiting to be executed and bravely facing death.

"you!"

Xiao Feng sneered, "So, if the two of you die here today, it would be considered sacrificing yourselves for righteousness, killing for a cause?" "Amitabha," Xuan Ci continued, "if my sinful body can quell the boundless anger in Benefactor Qiao's heart, I would have no regrets even if I went to hell. This matter has nothing to do with anyone else, so I beg Benefactor Qiao not to take your anger out on others." He remained defiant.

Xiao Yuanshan's eyebrows furrowed so deeply they seemed to drip water. Through the conversation just now, he had basically figured out the situation: "Someone revealed their family's whereabouts to these Central Plains experts, leading them to kill their family."

As the chief instructor of the Liao army, Xiao Yuanshan's thinking was far more profound than that of these江湖草莽 (jianghu caomang, meaning rough and uncultured people). He immediately realized the crux of the matter: someone wanted to use the death of his family to provoke a conflict between the Song and Liao dynasties. This person's intentions were extremely malicious.

So who could be so familiar with the whereabouts of one's family? It must be someone extremely close and well-known to them!
After his initial anger subsided, Xiao Yuanshan calmed down, coldly glaring at Xuan Ci, the bald thief, and said in a chilling voice, "You bald monk, I don't know where you got this information, or who misled you, to fabricate stories and plot against my family. If it weren't for this old man Qiao, my family would probably have already fallen victim to your evil deeds. But considering that you were also deceived and didn't commit any major crimes, I'll let you go today. However, I must warn you brainless fools not to be used as pawns. There haven't been any major wars between Liao and Song for decades since the Battle of Chanyuan; this peace is hard-won. Don't make another mistake. Now, get out!"

Xuan Ci and the others were shocked, and they all saw disbelief in each other's eyes.

"Get lost before I change my mind!" Xiao Yuanshan angrily waved his hand, signaling Xuan Ci and the others to stay out of the way.

Xuan Ci felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He hurriedly got up, grabbed Zhi Guang and the other person and left. He looked as disheveled as a stray dog ​​being scolded by its master.

Xiao Feng was taken aback: "Are we just going to let them go like that? Shouldn't we at least find out who spread the false information and planned to harm the Yuanshan family?"

Xiao Yuanshan shook his head: "Let alone that old bald thief who is so adamant about not revealing the identities of his accomplices, even if that old bald monk just randomly mentioned a name, where would we find the information to verify it in this vast sea of ​​people? What if this thief makes wild accusations and just mentions the name of an enemy? Wouldn't we be killing innocent people by mistake?"

“When my teacher was instructing me, I swore an oath that I would never kill a single Han Chinese from the Southern Dynasty in my lifetime. How could I possibly threaten these people with their lives?”

"Besides, the three of us were supposed to go to Feng'er's maternal grandmother's house today to celebrate Feng'er's one-month birthday. This unexpected turn of events has already wasted a lot of time, and it would be a waste of time to argue about a result that is destined to be meaningless."

"Old sir, you saved my family today. My family has truly walked on the edge of a cliff. Do you have a place to go, old sir? If you have no place to go, why don't you come with me and let me repay you properly?"

Xiao Yuanshan spoke sincerely.

Xiao Feng initially wanted to refuse, but the thought of being able to see his mother, whom he had never met before, and his younger self filled him with excitement, and he agreed almost unconsciously.

"In that case, I'll take my leave."

Xiao Yuanshan laughed heartily: "May I ask how I should address you, sir?"

Xiao Feng was momentarily dazed: Yes, how should he address himself at this moment?
Xiao Feng's gaze flickered for a moment before settling on the surrounding cliffs. The distant mountains were like dark eyebrows, their peaks towering and verdant; the autumn in the north held a more desolate and bleak air compared to the south.

A mountain peak, a mountain peak, isn't it just a big rock?
Xiao Feng smiled casually: "My surname is Qiao, and my given name is Da Shi! It is truly an honor to meet Brother Xiao today!"