Reborn as Lin Pingzhi, starting from escorting Daiyu to the capital.

"Who exactly are you?"

The gray-robed monk spoke in a flat tone, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that his whole body is trembling slightly.

Obviously.

Lin Pingzhi had already guessed his identity.

"With such high martial arts skills, why would this person be so afraid of having their identity revealed?"

Wang Bofen and Wang Zhongqiang were filled with curiosity.

"Murong Bo?"

"Murong Bo?"

Wang Yuanba repeated the name in a low voice, feeling that it was somewhat familiar.

Suddenly.

My whole body jolted violently.

He remembered someone.

Murong Bo of Gusu was once famous throughout the martial arts world, but he died suddenly for unknown reasons, and his name gradually disappeared from the martial arts world.

Could the person before me be the already dead Murong Bo?

Lin Pingzhi remained calm and said:

"I am Lin Pingzhi of the Fuwei Escort Agency. Elder Benefactor Murong, since your identity has been exposed, why not reveal your true colors? Are you perhaps too ashamed to face anyone?"

Murong Bo was furious, but he still slowly pulled off the veil, revealing a handsome face with clear eyes and long, drooping white eyebrows.

"So it was Elder Murong Bo."

Wang Yuanba spoke up.

He had met Murong Bo when he was young and could vaguely recognize the old friend's appearance from him.

just.

Why would Murong Bo fake his death when he was perfectly fine?

Furthermore, the Murong family of Gusu is already extremely wealthy, so why would they covet my Wang family's property?

Wang Yuanba now understood that Ke Baisui and the others were killed by Murong Bo.

Apart from Murong Fu, only he knows how to "use their own methods against them".

But why would he harm his own son like this?

Wang Bofen and Wang Zhongqiang were so shocked that they were speechless.

I don't know.

Murong Bo was far more shocked than they were.

Back then, as a descendant of the Murong clan, he was determined to restore his kingdom. Therefore, he spread false information, attempting to incite conflict between various states and profit from it.

Afterwards, fearing his identity would be exposed, he had no choice but to fake his death.

After faking his death, he disguised himself and first settled near Shaolin Temple. Then he transformed into a gray-robed monk and secretly copied the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts in the Sutra Pavilion.

After hiding for several years, he changed his name to Yan Longyuan and operated in the Huaihe River area.

Under the guise of business, he spread the Black Character Swallow Flag Order and, with his superb martial arts skills, subdued many heroes of the martial arts world, quietly expanding his own power.

In recent years, seeing the world in chaos, he knew that an opportunity was coming, so he secretly set his sights on wealthy people such as Ke Baisui and Wang Yuanba, wanting to seize their family property.

He thought he had done all these things very discreetly, but he never expected that the young man in front of him would expose his identity.

Murong Bo sneered, "That's right, I am Murong Bo. Young Master Lin, neither of us can do anything to the other. From now on, I won't cause any trouble for Old Master Wang, and you won't reveal my identity. Let's pretend this never happened, how about it?"

There was a subtle threat in his tone.

Lin Pingzhi shook his head and said, "Elder Murong, this matter is of great importance. Moreover, if Abbot Xuanci were to find out about the Battle of Yanmen Pass back then, well, that would be..."

Wang Yuanba knew Murong Bo's former reputation well, and seeing Lin Pingzhi talking to him so fluently, he was both nervous and excited.

Murong Bo's face twitched slightly; the Battle of Yanmen Pass had always been his Achilles' heel.

As the number one sect in the Central Plains, Shaolin Temple would definitely seek revenge if Abbot Xuanci found out that he had deceived him.

He was unwilling to let all his efforts over the years go to waste.

Murong Bo asked, "What exactly do you want?"

Lin Pingzhi said, "As long as Elder Benefactor Murong agrees to my three conditions, that will suffice." As he spoke, he pointed with his right hand to the spot where the three incense sticks had been.

Murong Bo's face trembled: "Young Master Lin, don't push your luck."

Lin Pingzhi said slowly, "Elder Benefactor Murong, you don't want your identity to be exposed, do you?"

Murong Bo suppressed his anger: "Speak."

Lin Pingzhi said, "First, hand over the complete version of the Golden Saber Technique to us."

Murong Bo, his chest brimming with anger, said, "Fine."

Having said that, he took out a secret manual from his bosom and threw it at Lin Pingzhi.

This was originally meant to subdue Wang Yuanba and his men, but now he had no choice but to hand it over for nothing.

Lin Pingzhi took the manual and handed it to Wang Bofen, who was standing next to him.

Wang Bofen was surprised by this unexpected joy and accepted it with trembling hands.

Lin Pingzhi continued, "Old sir, you've robbed the rich but not the poor over the years, you must have accumulated quite a bit of silver."

He deliberately extended only his middle finger and said, "I want twenty thousand taels."

Murong Bo felt a pang of heartache. Although he had accumulated a considerable amount of wealth through subjugation and murder, most of it had been invested, leaving him with little savings.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay."

Lin Pingzhi continued, "Secondly, copy down the seventy-two Shaolin skills for me."

The Seventy-Two Shaolin Skills!

And that includes all seventy-two items!

Wang Yuanba and the others were startled.

Wang Bofen suddenly felt that the Golden Knife Sword Technique Manual in his hand was no longer appealing.

"Young Master Lin, you must have misunderstood. Although our Murong family has a long history of martial arts, we do not possess the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin Temple."

Lin Pingzhi's tone was slightly sarcastic:

"Elder Murong, you've infiltrated the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion for so long, surely you haven't even managed to steal the seventy-two Shaolin skills?"

Murong Bo was startled.

Only two people knew about his infiltration of Shaolin Temple to steal martial arts skills: one was the man in black, and the other was Kumārajīva.

This person before me also knows Kumārajīva's Flaming Blade, could it be...?

A certain place in Henan.

Kumārajīva, who was on his way to Leigu Mountain to participate in the Zhenlong Chess Game, suddenly sneezed.

Murong Bo found it increasingly strange, but said aloud:

"I'm going to give you copies of seventy-two ultimate skills, but I need time to prepare them."

Lin Pingzhi said, "I trust Elder Benefactor Murong's character. Elder Benefactor Murong only needs to hand over the silver and the secret manual to the Wang family in Luoyang within three days."

"As for the old gentleman's identity, I will never reveal it again."

Anyway, I already told Qiao Feng about it before.

He will settle accounts with you himself.

Murong Bo said coldly, "I hope Young Master Lin will keep his promise. Otherwise, even if it means exposing my identity, I will take my revenge on you."

Having said that, he leaped up and darted down the mountain.

Lin Pingzhi said loudly, "Thank you very much, Elder Murong. May you have a safe journey. By the way, Elder Murong, are your Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu acupoints still painful?"

Murong Bo staggered in mid-air and almost fell off the mountain.

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"Are we blackmailing Murong Bo?"

Wang Zhongqiang said somewhat uncertainly.

He had heard of Murong Bo's reputation when he was young.

Although Murong Fu is famous now, he is far less famous than Murong Bo was back then.

It's worth noting that back then, Murong Bo could chat and laugh with the abbot of Shaolin Temple and the leader of the Beggars' Sect.

That was the existence he looked up to.

However, Lin Pingzhi was able to fight Murong Bo to a standstill.

With just a few words, he managed to get Murong Bo to obediently hand over 20,000 taels of silver and the 72 Shaolin skills.

wrong.

Those are a total of seventy-two unique skills. Is Murong Bo really willing to hand them over?

Also, will Heiji be willing to share these seventy-two unique skills?

Wang Zhongqiang began to feel anxious and insecure.

Wang Yuanba, however, had more to consider and expressed his concerns:

"Pingzhi, is it alright for us to do this?"