Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 121 The Sweeping Monk Appears, Murong Fu Goes Up the Mountain

Xiao Yuanshan understood Kumārajīva's intention after hearing his words.

Seeing that the Shaolin monks had taken out their staffs and formed the Arhat Formation, and that the heroes of the Central Plains had stopped arguing about Xuanci's right and wrong and were instead staring at him, he knew that he had just said that he would pass on Shaolin's secret techniques to the Liao Kingdom in order to shock the people of the Central Plains, which had aroused their murderous intent.

Sure enough, a group of heroes shouted in unison: "We beseech the Shaolin monks and the elders of the Bow Clan to take charge! We, the martial arts world of the Central Plains, will slay this fiend and protect our Great Song Dynasty!"

"Indeed! Let's kill Xiao Yuanshan and his son Xiao Feng first, eliminating a major threat to our Great Song Dynasty. We can discuss the rest of the aftermath later."

"And those Western Region monks must not be let go either!!!"

"Please take charge of the overall situation!!!"

After he finished speaking, the scene became tense and deadly, with all the criticism directed at Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Feng, Kumārajīva, and the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun.

Xiao Yuanshan said, "Hehe, what's there to be afraid of with these chickens and dogs?"

"My son, do you dare to fight alongside your father and wipe them all out?!"

Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng felt a pang of anxiety. Clearly, all those who had killed his mother had been wiped out, yet his father still wanted to fight.

The heroes of the Central Plains martial arts world all wanted to kill their fathers. This conflict was between the Song and Liao dynasties. The Liao people called the Song people "Song pigs" and the Song people called the Liao people "Liao dogs." This hatred was deeply rooted and difficult to resolve.

Qiao Feng, though of Khitan blood but raised by the Song people, had lived in both places and knew that everyone was a living, breathing human being. Naturally, he didn't want to create more bloodshed and said, "Father, now that our great revenge has been achieved, let's go!"

Xiao Yuanshan suddenly realized that his revenge had been taken... He looked at Xuan Ci's body being carried away, feeling an indescribable emptiness in his heart.

Leave? But where to go?

Just as he was in a daze, he suddenly saw an old monk push through the crowd and press down with both hands, which immediately quieted the originally restless scene.

"Old monk, what brings you here?"

It turns out he was Qiao Feng's master, Master Xuanku, who was almost killed by Xiao Yuanshan with a single palm strike.

Qiao Feng rushed forward to help, but the martial arts figures and Shaolin disciples around him glared at him, as if he was partly responsible for Xuan Ci's death.

Xuan Ku said earnestly, "Benefactor Xiao, I do not resent you for striking me, Xuan Ku."

Your killing of Master Zhiguang, Zhao Qiansun... is also revenge:

Brother Xuanci made a mistake in his early years, and now he is atoning for it with his death. Why can't you let it go?

When I adopted Feng'er, I hoped he would grow up to be a great hero.

But you are not dead, and your martial arts are far superior to those of the monks of the Xuan generation in Shaolin. Why did you just watch Feng'er grow up and not take him away?

But why was he murdered last year because of his appearance?

Qiao Feng was startled when he heard his mentor Xuan Ku ask such a question.

He had been puzzled by this for a long time, but he had always thought that someone was impersonating him and framing him.

But he never expected it to be his own biological father, Xiao Yuanshan. He had just thought of this, but dared not think any further...

Xiao Yuanshan's previously relaxed and arrogant face became tense, his fleshy muscles bulged, making him look more like a wild beast. He roared, "Yes!"

I, Xiao Yuanshan, used my son as a pawn. I know you Song dogs killed my wife for the sake of the empty title of protecting the Great Song Dynasty. The dead traitors are even called heroes.

Every night I watch you, monk, teaching Feng'er martial arts, and imparting to him some bullshit principles about protecting the country and becoming a great hero. It makes me feel disgusted.

I saw with my own eyes Feng'er become that old dog Wang's master and become the so-called leader of your Bow Gang.

I want to kill people, and I will kill them in the same way as Feng'er. I want to make the so-called heroes of your Great Song Dynasty become the sharp blades that will wipe out your Great Song Jianghu!

My thirty years of planning have led to this day, when my son and I will wipe out you hypocritical scoundrels completely!

Hearing this, Qiao Feng felt a pang of sorrow. He had only known that his biological father had been killed by Xuan Ci and others, but he never imagined that his father had watched him grow up, watched him become a hero of the Song Dynasty, yet also constantly hoped that he would betray the Song Dynasty.

To exact revenge on the martial arts world of the Song Dynasty...

Xuan Ku sighed deeply and said, "Benefactor Xiao... when will this cycle of revenge end? You have already fallen into the demonic path..."

Xiao Yuanshan said, "They say I've fallen into the demonic path, but who forced me into it?!"

My master is a Han Chinese from the Southern Dynasties. I swore an oath in my early years that I would never kill a Han Chinese in this life, so I am content to be an instructor in the Liao Dynasty and not to go to the battlefield to make a name for myself.

But what was the result?!

You killed my wife. When I came to my senses, I had already killed more than a dozen Han people. My oath was broken, and I was determined to die.

But fate is determined not to let me die! Hahahaha, it's so I can take my revenge on you!

Xuan Ku was still saying something about putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot, but Xiao Yuanshan could no longer listen.

Mozhi clasped his hands together and said, "Benefactor Xiao, I am a Tibetan monk, and I am also considered a thorn in the side by the martial arts world of the Central Plains."

A thorn in my side. If you, Mr. Xiao, are inclined to achieve something here, I am willing to lend you a helping hand!

However, although the martial arts skills of this humble monk and you, father and son, are unparalleled, it would be unwise to start a fight here. But this humble monk has an idea...

"Oh?" Xiao Yuanshan found the Tibetan monk to be much more pleasing to the eye than the Song Dynasty monk, so he put his palms together in a gesture of respect and said, "Master, please speak freely. I am willing to hear the details."

Kumārajīva said, "Everyone in the world knows that the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Repository is a sacred place of martial arts and the foundation of Shaolin."

Why not move to the Sutra Repository and fight this Shaolin monk? Wouldn't that weaken his foundation?

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuanshan was naturally delighted and said, "Wonderful! Master, you truly possess extraordinary wisdom."

Feng'er, let's go!

Having said that, he used his lightness skill, like a large bird, to skim through the air and fly into the temple.

Kumārajīva followed closely behind, but clearly stated in the air: "Xiao Shi mainly wants to fight the Shaolin monks in the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion."

"Fellow heroes of the Central Plains, in the heat of battle, swords and spears have no eyes. If we were to destroy this Scripture Pavilion and a few secret techniques were to fall out... Hahahaha!"

It turns out that Kumārajīva said this on purpose because he was afraid the scene wouldn't be chaotic enough. Faced with the greater good, these so-called righteous martial arts practitioners were naturally willing to charge forward.

However, if given the opportunity to fish in troubled waters amidst a sense of righteousness, many people will naturally become interested in Shaolin martial arts.

This could lead to internal strife.

This is what Kumārajīva wanted to see.

The high-ranking monks of the Xuan generation were greatly alarmed when they heard that the two were going to the Sutra Repository, and they were even more terrified after Kumārajīva spoke.

He hurriedly ordered the eminent monks of the Arhat Hall, Dharma Hall, and Prajna Hall to go to the Sutra Repository to save the temple, and a large number of monks guarded the temple to prevent anyone with malicious intent from entering and causing trouble.

Many martial arts heroes, upon hearing Kumārajīva's words, were tempted. Seeing that Shaolin Temple had monks guarding the gates, they began to chatter amongst themselves:

"Master, please let us lend Shaolin a hand!"

"Yes, Master. These three are a major threat to the martial arts world of the Central Plains. If we let even one of them escape, the consequences will be unimaginable. Please let us in!"

"Hehe, the masters can see right through your thoughts at a glance."

But I'm different, Master. Let this old man do it.

Xiao Feng frowned as he heard his father and Kumārajīva's words.

Xuan Ku pushed aside those around him, walked to Xiao Feng, took his hand, and said, "Feng'er, I know you are in a difficult position right now... but you must uphold the righteous path. Do not step onto the wrong path of no return."

Qiao Feng grasped Xuan Ku's hand, nodded, and said, "Master, I will go to stop Father and Kumārajīva, but all my subordinates are loyal to me. Please take care of them."

After seeing Xuan Ku nod, Qiao Feng instructed the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun in Khitan to listen to Master Xuan Ku, stand beside him, and wait for his return. They were not to act rashly under any other circumstances.

Then, Qiao Feng used his lightness skill to fly into the Shaolin Temple.

Kumārajīva and Xiao Yuanshan were frequent visitors to the Sutra Repository, returning there as casually as going home.

This was Xiao Feng's first time here. He followed the two men, and after passing through several buildings, they followed a forest path northwestward. After turning a few corners, the view suddenly opened up, and they could hear the sound of water. Beside the mountain stream stood a pavilion with a plaque on the top that read "Scripture Repository".

Built right next to the water, it is not afraid of fire and is guarded by many eminent monks from the temple, making it the most important place in Shaolin Temple.

However, it was easy for Xiao Yuanshan and his group to enter.

Of the three, Xiao Yuanshan broke through the window first. Having infiltrated Shaolin for nearly thirty years, he was extremely familiar with the Sutra Repository. He easily ignored the four old monks guarding the pavilion and abandoned their acupoint-striking techniques. Looking at the numerous martial arts manuals and Buddhist scriptures in the Sutra Repository, he couldn't help but nod in approval.

Here, he has no inhibitions, but the Shaolin monks would be restrained.

Just as he was determined to have a great battle here and destroy the Sutra Repository, Kumārajīva and Qiao Feng entered the Sutra Repository one after the other.

Qiao Feng said, "Father, let's go back."

The murderers at Yanmen Pass are all dead, and my mother's revenge has been avenged. We will return to the Liao Dynasty and never set foot in the Central Plains again. Let us not commit any more murders...

Qiao Feng knew beforehand that the Central Plains martial arts world no longer welcomed him because of his bloodline, so he listened to his brother and went to the Liao Dynasty.

He now wanted to take his father back to the Liao Dynasty to avoid trouble.

Xiao Yuanshan was not listening to any of this at the moment. Just as he was about to reprimand him, he suddenly heard an old voice coming from the corridor:

"Excellent, excellent! Layman Xiao is kind-hearted and possesses supernatural powers, yet he is unwilling to commit further killings. He truly has the heart of a Bodhisattva."

The three were startled upon hearing this; how could there be someone outside the corridor without their knowledge?

Kumārajīva immediately used his Crane Control Technique to remove the wooden window, but only saw a gray figure swiftly pass by. Then he saw the door on the side open, and a gaunt monk in a blue robe stepped in with a broom, as if he were an ordinary monk who was going to come in to clean.

At that moment, the Shaolin monk announced: "Young Master Murong from Suzhou has arrived with his family!"

But nobody cared anymore.

Around seven o'clock in the morning, Murong Fu and his group went up the mountain, only to find a chaotic scene. Some martial arts heroes were stationed there, while others were fighting with Shaolin monks, seemingly trying to enter the temple. Some even used their martial arts skills to fly directly over the courtyard wall.

Seeing this scene before him, Murong Fu knew that something big must be happening, and murmured:

"Besides breakfast, what else have I missed?"