Cao Cao's soul transmigrates into Murong Fu's body

"The Imperial Preceptor is fond of Buddhism, but are you aware that your junior brother, Tianmoni, stole martial arts manuals from a secluded temple?"

"Shaolin martial arts are indeed powerful, but my Tibetan martial arts are not to be underestimated!" Kumārajīva suddenly sprang into action, unleashing a flaming blade. The flaming blade formed by his hands was incredibly powerful. Xuanci had intended to use his kasaya technique to defend against it, but the flaming blade was so powerful that the kasaya was reduced to ashes upon contact. What would become of the abbot's dignity?

Therefore, Xuanci, Xuannan, and Xuanbei each used their Shaolin special skills to barely withstand the power of the Flaming Blade.

Kumārajīva stopped there, and after finishing his practice, he said, "Gentlemen, Shaolin martial arts are indeed exquisite, but they are not invincible. How about my Tantric Flaming Saber technique?"

"That's incredible. Even the three great Shaolin monks were no match for Kumārajīva. Xuanci even said that he coveted Shaolin's martial arts."

"Even if his junior brother stole the skills, it has nothing to do with Kumārajīva. Moreover, Kumārajīva said something fair, and Xuanci became aggressive. I didn't expect Kumārajīva's martial arts to be so high. It seems that Shaolin is going to decline this time."

The onlookers were all martial arts practitioners, but they were also just watching the show with a gossipy mentality. Shaolin had occupied the high position for too long, and people hoped for a change of leadership. Whether it was the Beggars' Sect or other sects, Shaolin Temple's title as the leading force in the martial arts world was about to change hands. It seemed that this multi-party alliance was not only for the position of martial arts leader, but also for a contest of the relative strengths of different sects.

"I admire the Imperial Preceptor's superb martial arts skills. Imperial Preceptor Tianmoni may be taken away immediately."

Xuan Ci is quite intelligent.

Xuanci's meaning was clear: you, Kumārajīva, should take your junior brother, Tianmoni, and leave quickly; don't get involved in the Heroes' Gathering.

"Thank you, Master Xuanci." Having achieved his goal, Kumārajīva withdrew and, led by the Shaolin monks, went to receive Tianmani. In any case, according to Kumārajīva's thinking, this matter could not be resolved in the short term.

After taking Tianmani down the mountain, it wouldn't be a problem for Kumārajīva to turn around and go back up the mountain. In any case, Murong Fu currently holds the advantage. Based on the previous discussion, Murong Fu also advised Kumārajīva not to push his luck when releasing Tianmani with Xuanci's approval, and to give Shaolin some face.

Kumārajīva's departure does not mean the matter is over. Xuanci simply feels that without Kumārajīva, a peerless master, the pressure will be less. Moreover, Kumārajīva represents Tibet, so his status is different, and his treatment will naturally be different as well.

After dismissing Kumārajīva, Xuanci still maintained his image as a high monk. At this moment, Cao Cao said, "Master Xuanci is truly compassionate. Even though Tianmani stole Shaolin's secret techniques, he was still released. It seems that Shaolin is a place that values ​​reason."

"What does Young Master Murong mean?"

"The feud between the Xiao family and Shaolin Temple is not something I, an outsider, can comment on. However, the abbot previously said that only by capturing Xiao Feng would one be qualified to lead the martial arts community. Now that the major sects have nominated me as the leader of the martial arts alliance, and the Xiao family has come and explained the situation to everyone in public at my suggestion, as their leader, I am qualified to say a few words."

"Young Master Murong is right!"

"We all support Young Master Murong!"

Cao Cao lowered his hand again, and everyone listened quietly. It was clear that Cao Cao's prestige had reached its peak at this moment. Most importantly, Xiao and his son also recognized him, which was the most crucial point!

"Since he didn't kill Xiao Feng's adoptive parents, and Senior Xiao Yuanshan only killed his enemies, then the Xiao family father and son aren't entirely wicked. So what we need to solve now is the question of who the ringleader is!"

"Chief Quan just testified about the letters between Wang Jiantong and the leader that were presented at the Beggars' Sect assembly. Although the signatures on the letters were covered up by Shan Zheng and others, the handwriting was still very clear."

Cao Cao publicly wrote a letter from the leader to Wang Jiantong. Cao Cao's calligraphy was originally quite good. He had already memorized Xuan Ci's handwriting and could imitate it without any problems.

"Gentlemen, this is the content and handwriting of the letter from our leader. As you all know, the unique skill of my Murong family is to use the enemy's own methods against them, whether it is martial arts or calligraphy. Therefore, I imitated the letter that the Beggar Clan elders took out back then. Of course, the original has been destroyed, but this is the truth."

"Isn't this our senior brother's handwriting?" Cao Cao showed the letter to the senior monks of the Xuan generation. They were somewhat shocked, but they didn't dare to ask. They could only glance at Xuan Ci.

"Elders of the Beggars' Sect, did I imitate it well?" Cao Cao showed the letter to the four elders of the Beggars' Sect. As elders of the Beggars' Sect, their rank was similar to that of the Xuan-generation monks of Shaolin Temple, only their martial arts skills were not as profound, but their status in the martial arts world was still very high.

"It's a letter from the gang leader to Chief Wang. Not only is Young Master Murong's handwriting almost identical, but the content is also exactly the same!"

Both the Beggars' Sect and Shaolin Temple have given their approval, and now comes the crucial point.

"Amitabha! Young Master Murong, this is a recent letter from my senior brother, Xuanci."

Xuan Ku has made his appearance! He also produced some recent letters from Xuan Ci, revealing Xuan Ku's sudden "betrayal" as a high-ranking monk of Shaolin Temple.

Not only were the martial arts practitioners present unsure of what to do, but the high monks of Shaolin Temple, such as Xuanci, Xuanbei, and Xuannan, were also quite surprised. However, upon further reflection, they realized that Xuanku was Xiao Feng's mentor. Rumors in the martial arts world that Xiao Feng wanted to kill his mentor must be just that—rumors. But Xiao Feng and Xuanku must have had some contact.

"Master!" Xiao Feng stared intently at Xuan Ku. He hadn't expected that after all these years, Xuan Ku would not only have aged even more, but also look physically and mentally exhausted. Xiao Feng couldn't help but feel guilty, realizing that he had caused Xuan Ku so much worry.

"Thank you, Master Xuanku. Everyone, these are Abbot Xuanci's handwritten letters. I have never seen Xuanci's letters before, nor have I had any contact or conflict with him, so there is no intention of framing him. How is the handwriting in these two letters?" Cao Cao walked around again, and some martial arts figures with expertise in calligraphy nodded and said, "The two are not much different!"

"Yes, the leader is Xuanci! Otherwise, why would Master Zhiguang and the others protect him so much? It's because of Shaolin Temple's status in the martial arts world!"

"I never expected the leader to be Abbot Xuanci! No wonder he summoned martial arts figures to deal with Xiao Feng; he was afraid Xiao Feng would come knocking on his door!"

Xuan Ci was the ringleader, so everything made sense. But this alone wasn't much for Xuan Ci. After all, it happened thirty years ago, and it wouldn't matter if he denied it. Besides, it was just these handwritings, and the letters were forged. It didn't make sense logically, and the evidence wasn't solid!