The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 152: Kill but not bury

"The Murong family is a descendant of the Xianbei people. The emperors of the Former Yan and Later Yan during the Sixteen Kingdoms period are their ancestors."

"Murong Fu was named Murong Fu because his father Murong Bo hoped that he would always remember the teachings of his ancestors, restore the Great Yan, and regain the country."

"As for Murong Bo's death? That's even more ridiculous. Murong Bo faked his death and fled far away. Now he is in the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Library, secretly learning the 72 unique skills!"

Slowly unfolding the folding fan in his hand, Shen Yuanliang, who was under the spotlight of thousands of people, curled up the corners of his mouth slightly and recounted the past stories of the Gusu Murong family.

It would be perfect if there was a table and a wake-up stick in front of me.

"The Murong family is actually a descendant of the Former Yan. No wonder they want to stir up trouble. They want to cause a dispute between Song and Liao, reap the benefits, and rebuild Great Yan."

"The border between Song and Liao was in turmoil. The war lasted for twenty years, leaving corpses everywhere and civilians dead and wounded. It turned out that everything was instigated by the Murong family."

"In order to restore the country, Murong Bo really took great pains, and several generations have been working hard."

Big news came one after another, and everyone was almost full. The famous Gusu Murong family also collapsed, and its century-long reputation disappeared in one day.

There is Qiao Feng in the north and Murong in the south. Now, Qiao Feng is a Khitan and Murong Fu is a Xianbei. The Shaolin Temple is a den of filth and fame, and even the Sutra Library has been visited by others for twenty or thirty years.

"Boom!"

At this moment, shouts and screams came from not far away, followed by the sound of swords clashing and the wailing of the wounded, which made people panic.

After a while, Lin Pingzhi came galloping on a tall horse, and the bloodstains on his bright silver armor were very conspicuous.

"My lord, all the thousand warriors of Xixia Yipintang have been wiped out. This is the poisonous gas Sad and Cool Breeze found on Helian Tieshu."

He held the reins with both hands, dismounted, pulled down his armor, strode up to Shen Yuanliang, and spoke calmly.

In Xixia Yipintang, everyone who enters is known as "the best in martial arts in the world", but in fact, it is only the seventh level of martial arts, which is far from the fourth level of martial arts of everyone in the Iron Guard.

While the snipe and the clam quarrel, the fisherman benefits. Yipintang wanted to be the last one to benefit, but was easily dealt with by Shen Yuanliang's iron guards, leaving them without any resistance.

"It is said that the sad and sweet breeze is colorless and tasteless, and is made from poison collected from the Happy Valley in the Great Snow Mountain of Xixia."

"When using it, just unscrew the bottle cap and the poisonous water will turn into steam and come out like a breeze blowing over your body. No matter how clever you are, you won't be able to detect it. By the time your eyes start to hurt, the poison has already rushed into your head."

"After being poisoned, tears fall like rain, which is called 'sorrow', the whole body cannot move, which is called 'crispness', and the poison gas is colorless and odorless, which is called 'clear wind'."

Wang Yuyan, who was wearing a pink silk dress and looked as fresh and refined as a lotus emerging from the water, twisted her hair in front of her chest and spoke slowly.

Wang Yuyan was knowledgeable and talented with a photographic memory. With the help of the Langhuan Jade Cave at home, she knew all the martial arts secrets, poisons and other knowledge of the entire Song Dynasty. People called her the "Living Treasure Book of the Martial Arts World."

"It was a close call. If it weren't for Hero Shen's Iron Guards, wouldn't we be lambs to be slaughtered when facing Xixia Yipintang's Sad and Cool Breeze?"

"The sad and refreshing breeze is always beneficial. I don't know how many heroes of the Central Plains have been killed by the Yipintang of Xixia with this poison."

"The 100 Iron Guards are all innate masters. The 18 bronze men of Shaolin Temple are only innate. We can't afford to offend them. Are the forces in other worlds so powerful?"

Hearing that Xixia Yipintang was nearby but was wiped out by Shen Yuanliang's Iron Guard, everyone was very fortunate, with a feeling of surviving a disaster.

Yipintang was famous throughout the Song Dynasty, and all the people in the martial arts world viewed it as a scourge and avoided it like the plague. Unexpectedly, Yipintang from Western Xia also came to the Xingzilin Beggars' Gang Conference.

What a vicious mind! It was a close call!
Three days later, on the rippling sea, hundreds of warships were heading towards the Liaodong Peninsula in the Song Dynasty. Shen Yuanliang, who had previously leaked information everywhere, was lying leisurely on a chair, enjoying Dongmei's feeding. "My husband, these are newly picked peaches. They are very sweet. Try them."

Dongmei, with her jet-black hair tied up high, wearing a red silk dress and a green shawl in her hands, smiled and picked up a thumb-sized piece of fruit flesh and put it into Shen Yuanliang's mouth.

“Yes, it tastes really good.”

Chewing carefully, Shen Yuanliang felt very satisfied. The fruit was delicious, and the beauty in front of him was equally delicious.

Lying on the lap of a beauty when drunk and holding power in his hands when sober, Shen Yuanliang's life was so wonderful. As for the turbulent and chaotic Song Dynasty, what did it have to do with him?
Shaolin Temple, Main Hall.

"Amitabha, this is all my fault. Today, in front of all the heroes in the martial arts world, I am willing to accept the punishment."

"Where is the head of the Discipline Hall? How should those who violate the sexual precepts be punished?"

Abbot Xuanci, wearing a brocade cassock and with an old face, clasped his hands together, with no expression of sadness or joy, and spoke very calmly.

Shen Yuanliang's revelations that day were spread widely through the mouths of hundreds of martial arts heroes present and the Beggars' Sect disciples all over the world.

In order to restore the reputation of Shaolin Temple and to atone for his sins, Abbot Xuanci decided to die as a token of atonement in order to silence the gossips of the people.

"He shall be punished with a hundred strokes of the cane."

The thin, sharp-eyed head of the Discipline Hall stepped forward and spoke expressionlessly.

As the head of the Shaolin Temple's Discipline Hall, for the sake of Shaolin Temple's thousand-year reputation, even if he felt reluctant, he could not bend the law for personal gain at this moment.

"As the abbot, I should be punished with two hundred strokes of the cane."

After saying this, Abbot Xuanci took off his brocade robes, folded them, and lay down on the bench calmly.

"Clap clap clap!"

The arm-thick stick hit him again and again, and soon his skin was torn apart, with blood marks crisscrossing everywhere, it was very miserable.

The top master of the Song Dynasty martial arts world, Abbot Xuanci, known as the "Subduing Tiger Arhat", did not rely on his martial arts skills as a grandmaster of celestial phenomena to protect himself, but faced it calmly.

Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down from his forehead, wetting the ground like rain.

Memories of the past emerged in his mind: the joy when he became the abbot of Shaolin, the regret when he accidentally killed women and children, the remorse and self-blame for his romantic relationship with Ye Erniang, and so on.

"Don't blame him. I seduced him."

Just then, Ye Erniang rushed in and lay on Xuanci's back regardless of anything, blocking the thick stick.

After a few blows, Ye Erniang, who was determined to die, was dying and a large amount of blood spurted out.

"What are you doing?"

With a long sigh, a trace of worry flashed across Abbot Xuanci's deep eyes.

Ye Erniang shook her head and said nothing more. In the end, she and Abbot Xuanci both died in front of the main hall, putting an end to a bad relationship that lasted more than 20 years.

(End of this chapter)