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

The monks suddenly understood. They were not ashamed of being scolded by the junior Murong Fu. The two old monks who were closest to the door hurriedly used their internal energy to get the medicine.

In their view, Murong Fu possessed superb medical skills, far surpassing those of Shaolin.

The ability to snatch someone from the clutches of Yama, the King of Hell, is truly miraculous. He must be an envoy sent by the Bodhisattva to save people from suffering. In addition, Xuan Ku is still in danger and needs Murong Fu's continued treatment, so it is natural to respect him.

After a while, seeing that Murong Fu was no longer angry, and after he sat down to drink tea, Xuan Ci let the young novice continue to tell the story.

The young novice monk Qingsong glanced curiously at Murong Fu, wondering who this man was who dared to be so domineering and reprimand his fellow disciples. But thinking of his master being beaten and killed, he was overcome with grief and then said:

"Yes, he punched his master hard in the chest. I saw it from the window."

Master, what's wrong...?

Abbot Xuanci said:

"Look closely, don't mistake a good person for someone else."

Qingsong said:

"I saw him clearly. He was wearing a gray cloth robe, had a square face, arched eyebrows, a wide mouth, and large ears. That's him, Uncle-Master! Arrest him! Don't let him harm Master!!"

Xuan Ci was neither angry nor did he act upon hearing this. Qiao Feng had been eating with Qiao Sanhuai and his wife at the foot of the mountain, all of which had been witnessed by Shaolin disciples. However, he had a knot in his heart that had remained unresolved for many years. Now, upon hearing the little monk's words, he suddenly remembered that day decades ago. Despite his profound skill, he found himself somewhat breathless.

The other masters, unaware of Qiao Feng's previous whereabouts or Xuan Ci's inner turmoil, were naturally filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Just a moment ago, Qiao Feng was Xuan Ku's good disciple, how could he suddenly become a master-killer?!

Qiao Feng was also in a state of panic. Why would the little monk say that? Was someone impersonating him?

He thought of A'Zhu, but he never doubted her. Firstly, it was because of his trust in Murong Fu, and secondly, A'Zhu could never have such martial arts skills to be able to launch a sneak attack on Master Xuanku.

The more I thought about it, the more confused I became, feeling like I was caught in a huge conspiracy.

Murong Fu patted his shoulder and said loudly, "Masters, my elder brother has been with me the whole time, and there were also a group of Shaolin monks who came down the mountain to witness this. How could he be the murderer?"

Could it be that Brother Qiao has learned the art of creating clones?

Or is there a twin brother who looks ordinary but is equally skilled in martial arts?

Upon hearing this, the monks felt that if what the other party said was indeed true, then it made sense.

But the head of the Bodhidharma Hall, his face contorted with rage, said, "Qiao Feng, I've heard you're a Khitan. Could it be that you have a twin Khitan brother who harmed my junior brother?!"

Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng was taken aback.

Murong Fu, who was standing to the side, knew that he might actually have such thoughts.

Fearing that he might get more and more wicked from his imagination, I hinted at the matter of the letter.

Qiao Feng suddenly realized and said, "Master Xuanci, may I have a word with you in private?"

Xuan Ci knew why Qiao Feng wanted to do this, and nodded in agreement.

He then went to the meditation room next door, had his disciple bring him tea, and then sent him away. Only Xuanci and Qiao Feng remained in the room, sitting opposite each other on their prayer mats, while Murong Fu drank tea to the side.

Because of Murong Fu's involvement, the Xingzilin incident was brought forward. With the monk Zhiguang absent, there was naturally no one to cover for Xuanci, and Qiao Feng naturally learned the name on the letter.

Qiao Feng's purpose in going to Shaolin Temple this time was twofold: to serve his master and to confront him.

Murong Fu had two purposes: first, to learn from the scriptures, and second, to observe the confrontation between the two.

Qiao Feng took out a letter from his robes and asked, "Master, do you recognize this letter?"

Xuan Ci didn't take it, but sighed softly and said:

"Alas, Benefactor Xiao guessed correctly, I am the ringleader of the Yanmen Pass incident."

Qiao Feng was taken aback by Xuan Ci's quick acceptance of his identity and his unexpected form of address. He exclaimed in surprise:

"You mean I am?"

"Benefactor Qiao, your original surname should be Xiao, are you aware of that?"

Qiao Feng's body trembled. Although he knew that he was of Khitan blood, he had never known his father's surname or given name. Only when he heard Xuan Ci say that his surname was "Xiao" did he break out in a cold sweat.

Knowing that the truth about his origins is gradually being revealed, he also knows that the kind-looking Abbot Xuanci is indeed his father's killer.

His eyes were a mixture of hatred, ferocity, and confusion, yet they were also red-rimmed.

Xuan Ci continued, "Your father left his inscription on the stone wall outside Yanmen Pass, referring to himself as Xiao Yuanshan. In the inscription, he called you 'Feng'er'."

We kept this name, simply because we were entrusted with Qiao Sanhuai's upbringing, and naturally we had to take his surname.

"So I wasn't Qiao Feng after all, I was Xiao Feng." Qiao Feng murmured to himself. Xuan Ci continued:

"I suppose Benefactor Xiao hasn't had a chance to go outside Yanmen Pass to see the inscription on the giant stone yet. Let me retell it to you."

"When Feng'er turned one year old, my wife and I went to my maternal grandmother's house for a banquet. On the way, we suddenly encountered a notorious bandit from the Southern Dynasty. In the chaos, my wife and son were killed by the bandit, and I no longer wished to live in this world."

My esteemed teacher was a Han Chinese from the Southern Dynasties. I swore before him that I would never kill Han Chinese, but today I have killed more than ten of them. I am filled with shame and pain, and I will have no face to meet my teacher after I die.

This is Xiao Yuanshan's last writing.

After speaking, Xuan Ci seemed to have aged several years and let out a long sigh, which made Xiao Feng feel a pang of sadness.

Xuan Ci then slowly said:

"At first, we thought that your father had led Khitan warriors to our Shaolin Temple to plunder the scriptures. But after reading the inscription on this stone wall, we realized that it was a misunderstanding and a big mistake."

Since your father has already decided to commit suicide, there is no reason for him to write lies to deceive people before his death. If he came to Shaolin Temple to seize the scriptures, why would he bring a wife who knows no martial arts and hold a baby who has just turned one year old?

It was all because an old friend of mine sent me incorrect information... We were also foolish enough to wrongly kill innocent people!

At this point, Xuan Ci looked up and turned to look at Murong Fu.

Murong Fu swallowed hard, thinking to himself:

Why are you looking at me? I'm a victim too.

Oh, Murong Bo, how many people have you harmed?

Xuan Ci probably realized that Murong Fu was only 29 years old and couldn't even speak back then, so he naturally lowered his head.

Qiao Feng, puzzled, pressed for an answer: "Who delivered the message to you, Master?!"

"Benefactor Xiao, my old friend has been dead for over twenty years... Alas, if you wish to take revenge, then take my life."

After saying this, Abbot Xuanci stopped talking and instead lowered his head to mutter scriptures, looking completely at someone else's mercy.

Qiao Feng knew that the person in front of him was his enemy, the leader of the gang at Yanmen Pass back then.

However, since he had considered himself a Shaolin disciple since childhood, and had grown up with the support of Chief Wang and other martial arts heroes over the years, although he had not had frequent contact with Shaolin before, he knew that Abbot Xuanci was a great hero.

Otherwise, people with a heart for the world, such as Chief Wang and Master Zhiguang, would not have recommended him as their leader.

He was misled back then, but murder is murder, and he was mortal enemies.

He played a crucial role in protecting the Song Dynasty, but now that Qiao Feng knows his true identity—that he is actually a Khitan named Xiao Feng, from a Khitan nation—he is protecting the Song Dynasty while opposing the Khitan. He himself…

Many thoughts swirled in Qiao Feng's mind, with the question of whether to kill or not lingering in his heart.

Raise your hand, and the old monk's head is right in front of you; you can easily take his life.

But Qiao Feng raised and lowered the candle several times, and his face flickered between light and shadow as the candlelight swayed.

Murong Fu sighed. He had thought the two might have a fierce battle, but he never expected Xuan Ci to offer his neck for execution.

He knew that Qiao Feng would definitely not be able to bring himself to do it.

So he said, "Brother, let's go."

There's no need to force myself like this right now. Think it through before making a decision with this old monk.

Qiao Feng's inner energy dissipated instantly, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.