Siheyuan: Game of Red Dust

Chapter 307 The Sweeping Monk Appears

After hearing what Yun Que said, Xiao Feng did not hesitate and immediately attacked Murong Bo. At this time, he did not care whether Murong Bo was injured or not. The hatred of killing his mother was irreconcilable, and Murong Bo's life must be used to repay. Blood debt must be repaid with blood.

When Xiao Feng rushed in front of Murong Bo, he immediately slapped Murong Bo's head with the 18 Dragon Subduing Palms, preparing to kill Murong Bo with one blow.

Suddenly, a figure appeared and blocked Qiao Feng's attack. Qiao Feng looked up and saw an old monk standing in front of Murong Bo, blocking Qiao Feng's palm with one hand.

"Who are you? Why did you save that bastard Murong Bo?" Xiao Feng immediately asked angrily.

"Amitabha, I am just a monk who sweeps the floor. When will the cycle of revenge end? You killed the old donor Murong to avenge your mother, and the young donor Murong will seek revenge for your father's death in the future. When will this hatred end?" The old monk said to Xiao Feng in a calm tone.

"Hmph! I don't care. The hatred for killing one's mother is irreconcilable. If Xiao Feng doesn't avenge this, he would not be worthy of being a son." Xiao Feng said angrily. Although he had not experienced the death of his adoptive parents and mentor, for Xiao Feng, who was full of affection and loyalty, the hatred for killing one's mother was also irreconcilable. Moreover, Murong Bo killed his mother in order to provoke a war between the two countries. Although his plan did not succeed, his purpose was very bad. For such a person, Xiao Feng had no hesitation in killing him.

"Well said!" At this moment, another figure in night clothes appeared and praised loudly what Xiao Feng said.

"Who are you?" Xiao Feng frowned. Although he had some guesses in his mind, he was still not sure. Although Yun Que had told him that his father was in Shaolin Temple, he still didn't dare to recognize a figure in night clothes who suddenly appeared.

"Hahaha, look who I am?" The figure laughed, then took off the veil on his face. Everyone looked at him and found that he looked exactly like Xiao Feng, but he looked a lot older.

"What's going on here? How come he looks exactly like Xiao Feng?"

"Yeah, who is this? Why does he look like the gang leader?"

"Could this be Xiao Feng's father?"

"Didn't Xiao Feng's father die at Yanmen Pass?"

……

The heroes present began to discuss.

"Are you the father?" Xiao Feng asked with some doubt.

"Haha, that's right, Feng'er, I am your father, Xiao Yuanshan!"

Xiao Yuanshan said loudly, and then he pulled open his shirt, revealing the wolf head that symbolized the Khitans.

Xiao Feng also ripped open his shirt, revealing a wolf head tattoo.

After recognizing each other, the two hugged each other, then turned and glared at Murong Bo, who was standing behind the Sweeping Monk. "I've been investigating for so many years, and I've finally figured it out. It was that old bastard Murong Bo who murdered your mother. Heaven has mercy on us, and today we, father and son, can finally avenge your mother!"

Xiao Yuanshan said this with gritted teeth. It was obvious that he had been resentful of the murderer who killed his wife for a long time. It had become his obsession. He wished he could eat his flesh, drink his blood, and make Murong Bo a widow.

"Mr. Xiao, you and Mr. Murong have been learning the Shaolin Temple's 72 unique skills together for so many years, but you have not learned the corresponding Buddhist teachings. Now, both of you are in terminal health." The Sweeping Monk said calmly to Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng, father and son.

"Nonsense, I am full of energy and vitality like never before, and I am dying!" Xiao Yuanshan shouted angrily. With his profound martial arts skills and the blessing of internal strength, how could there be any problems with his body?

Although the Sweeping Monk saved Murong Bo and he was very grateful to the Sweeping Monk, he was also somewhat unhappy with the Sweeping Monk's words. Wasn't this a curse on him?

"Donor Xiao Yuanshan, do you feel a dull pain in the Liangmen and Taiyi points in your lower abdomen, and numbness in the Guanyuan point, and is it getting worse?"

Although the Sweeping Monk used a questioning tone, it could be seen from his expression that he was certain.

Xiao Yuanshan was stunned, but he didn't try to hide it and said directly: "How do you know? This pain was only the size of my little finger ten years ago, but now it's the size of a bowl. I wonder what's the reason?"

The Sweeping Monk shook his head and didn't say anything. Instead, he turned to Murong Bo and asked, "Old donor Murong is particularly greedy. I learned the existing martial arts of Shaolin Temple, while you copied the entire Yi Jin Jing. Now, are you suffering from the pain of thousands of needles piercing your Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu acupoints every day?"

"This, ah!" Although Murong Bo did not admit it, he did not deny it either. He agreed with what the Sweeping Monk said.

"The purpose of Buddhist disciples learning martial arts is to strengthen their bodies, protect the Dharma and subdue demons, not to fight for power and brutality. If one does not base his practice on the Dharma, then he will inevitably injure himself. The more advanced his martial arts skills become, the more serious the injuries he will suffer.

Shaolin Temple has been established for a thousand years. The book of 72 unique skills is available to all disciples at will. So why is it that only Bodhidharma has mastered all 72 unique skills?

"Because each of the 72 unique martial arts skills requires a corresponding Buddhist teaching, only with higher Buddhist teachings and greater compassion can one cultivate more unique martial arts skills. However, monks who have cultivated to such a level do not seek to learn more unique skills," the Sweeping Monk said slowly to Murong Bo.

The words spoken shocked Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan at the same time. They both knew that what the master said was true and they had indeed been injured for a long time.

At this moment, Xiao Feng suddenly stepped forward and bowed to the Sweeping Monk, then asked, "Master, can my father's injuries be healed?"

The Sweeping Monk looked at Xiao Feng deeply, then slowly said, "You only need to let go of the hatred in your heart and spend the rest of your life seriously comprehending Buddhism and dissolving the hostility in your martial arts. Only then can you alleviate the injury. As for healing, that is unlikely."

Xiao Feng was horrified. He let go of the hatred in his heart. It was an understatement, but how easy was it? As for him, although he had never seen his biological mother, he couldn't help but avenge her murder! As for his father's search over the years, it was clear that he still had feelings for his biological mother. It was unrealistic to expect him to let go of his hatred. But he couldn't just watch his father die to avenge his mother! For a moment, Xiao Feng was in a dilemma.

"Feng'er, there's nothing to worry about. In fact, I should have died 30 years ago. I've only survived to this day in order to avenge your mother. If it weren't for revenge, I would have gone after your mother long ago." Xiao Yuanshan was not afraid of death and comforted Xiao Feng directly.

(End of this chapter)