All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Chapter 133 This is a report from our reporter Zhang Cheng.

Xuanci turned to face the Shaolin monks. "Junior Brother Xuanji, I have violated a major Buddhist precept, tarnishing Shaolin's reputation. According to the temple's rules, how should I be punished?"

Xuanji's face turned ashen, and he whispered, "This—Senior Brother—"

Xuan Ci's voice turned serious: "A country has its laws, and a family has its rules. Every sect, gang, clan, and temple has its unworthy disciples."

Preserving one's reputation and honor does not mean ensuring that no one ever breaks the rules, but rather that every matter is punished according to the law without any leniency.

"This old monk has broken the precept against lust, and according to the law, I should be punished with one hundred strokes of the rod. As the abbot, your crime is aggravated, and the punishment is doubled to two hundred strokes. The century-old reputation of Shaolin Temple cannot be tarnished because of this old monk alone. Begin."

After saying this, he prepared to kneel down and receive the cane. Just then, Zhang Cheng suddenly spoke up.

"Abbot, how could you forget the person who deceived you thirty years ago? This person was the culprit who caused the Yanmen Pass tragedy back then."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan both focused their attention on Zhang Cheng.

Xuan Ci remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "That man died of illness not long after the tragedy at Yanmen Pass. It seems he was misled by others, which led to an unintentional mistake. He felt guilty and died young."

That man was always respected for his character. Now that he has passed away, I hope that you esteemed benefactors will allow this old monk to preserve his posthumous reputation.

Zhang Cheng scoffed: "The abbot listened to only one side and believed everything he heard, which led to the tragedy at Yanmen Pass. He didn't even bother to verify anything afterwards; people just said he was dead, and he didn't even open the coffin."

How can you face the brothers who died unjustly alongside you? How can you face the Khitans you mistakenly killed?

Xuan Ci remained calm upon hearing this: "What Sect Leader Zhang said is absolutely right. This old monk did indeed fail to observe carefully. I did have some doubts afterward, but then I thought about it again. That person has no grudge against me. If he really did it on purpose, he must have had a reason."

Otherwise, it would be harming others without benefiting oneself, which simply doesn't make sense. Later, upon hearing of his death, this old monk, fearing I might wrong an innocent person again, did not pursue the matter further.

"Purpose?" Zhang Cheng shook his head. "The biggest purpose is to incite the two groups of you to fight each other. That person is the grandson of the King of Yan, who dreams of restoring his country, so he is determined to start a war in order to seize an opportunity."

However, he didn't expect that Old Master Xiao's martial arts skills far surpassed yours. He subdued everyone with ease, and even had the leisure to carve words on the stone wall, which is why you later discovered it was a misunderstanding.

Upon hearing this, Xuan Ci frowned. He closed his eyes, and the scene outside Yanmen Pass thirty years ago flashed through his mind.

If the two sides had been evenly matched at the time, they would probably have ended up fighting to the death outside Yanmen Pass in a confused state, never having had the chance to find out the truth.

The Xiao father and son spoke in unison: "Who is this villain? Does Sect Leader Zhang know where he is now?"

"This man is named Murong Bo." Zhang Cheng turned to look at Xiao Yuanshan. "He is the masked man that Elder Xiao once encountered at Shaolin Temple."

"So it was him." When Xiao Yuanshan was stealing scriptures from the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Repository, he encountered a masked man who was also there to steal scriptures.

At the time, he was unaware of the other's identity. Based on the principle that "the enemy of my enemy is my friend," he repeatedly gave the other martial arts pointers, which caused the other's cultivation to advance by leaps and bounds.

The two were evenly matched in their last encounter. Now, however, he has lost most of his cultivation and is no longer a match for him. Fortunately, he still has an ally.

Xiao Yuanshan suddenly turned to Xiao Feng and said, "Son, I know where that scoundrel is hiding. Let's go kill him!"

After speaking, Xiao Yuanshan ignored everyone in the room, leaped up, and headed straight for the Scripture Pavilion.

Although he only had half of his cultivation left, the Shaolin monks of the Xuan generation still couldn't stop him and could only watch helplessly as he swept over their heads.

Without hesitation, Xiao Feng followed closely behind like an arrow.

"Then I will also serve as a witness." Zhang Cheng cupped his hands towards the Shaolin monks, and with a flash, he disappeared from the spot.

Seeing this, the martial arts practitioners who had come to join the fun on the mountain also tried to go in that direction, but were blocked by a human wall formed by the Shaolin monks.

That direction leads to the important Shaolin Temple area. The three people from before were too skilled to stop, but these newcomers are unwilling to let them pass.

Seeing this, Li Qiushui said to Xuan Ci, "Why don't we go and take a look together? After all, this matter involves a lot of people, and it should be resolved."

She and Tong Lao had some connections with Master Lingmen, the master of Xuan Ci and the others, so they were too embarrassed to ignore the monks and force their way through like Zhang Cheng and the others.

Xuan Ci and the others had already witnessed Tong Lao's strength, and seeing that the leaders of Lingjiu Palace and the cave and island masters were all formidable figures, they knew that if these people were determined to force their way in, they might not be able to stop them.

In the end, Xuanci made the decision: "In that case, we shall go and take a look. However, this is a quiet place of Shaolin, so I hope you will not cause any trouble."

"Of course," said Granny Tong, seeing that the other party had agreed. "Then we two will take our leave first."

Having said that, he and Li Qiushui floated up and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Xiao Yuanshan led Xiao Feng and Zhang Cheng through the Shaolin Temple.

He had been in contact with Murong Bo for a long time and knew his hiding place in the temple. In order to make it easier to steal books from the Sutra Repository, the two of them usually hid in a place not far from the Sutra Repository.

At their pace, the three of them arrived at the enemy's hiding place in no time. This place was originally used to store damaged...

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A secluded side hall containing incomplete scriptures, rarely visited by anyone.

Xiao Yuanshan stopped ten feet in front of the hall, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. Without a word, he raised his hand and unleashed a palm strike through the air!

The palm strike whistled like a raging wave crashing against the wooden door.

"Boom—!" The wooden door shattered, and splinters of wood shot into the room like arrows, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

Inside the room, a young man lay on a couch, while an old man sat beside it. As splinters of wood approached, the old man casually brushed them away, causing the wood chips to freeze in mid-air before swirling back with even greater speed and force.

Seeing this, Xiao Feng stepped forward and swung his left palm. The power of the Dragon Subduing Palm was like a torrent, fierce and unparalleled. All the flying wood fragments were crushed by the palm force and turned into dust, falling down in a flurry.

The old man, having missed his attack, finally looked up at the newcomer. The light passed over Xiao Feng and landed on Xiao Yuanshan's face behind him. Xiao Yuanshan's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "It's you—you're still alive?"

The two had met several times in the Sutra Pavilion, always masked, knowing only that the other possessed superb martial arts skills, but never having seen each other's true faces.

Xiao Yuanshan sneered: "You've seen my face before? Thirty years ago outside Yanmen Pass? But that's all unimportant now. Today you will die here, Murong Bo."

He swept his gaze across Murong Fu, who had just sat up in bed, and noticed a resemblance between him and Murong Bo. His killing intent intensified. "This one is your son? Fine, fine, fine. You and your son will both die here."