The Heavens: Reborn Xu Zhu, Recognizing His Father at the Beginning

Chapter 148 Cause and Effect
The gray-robed monk was silent for a moment, then slowly took off the mask on his face, and exposed his face to the heroes of the world and many monks in Shaolin.

When Murong Fu saw the gray-robed monk's face, he was overjoyed and knelt down to salute the gray-robed monk.

"Father! So you didn't die."

"Old Master, it's great that you are still alive"

A group of Murong's retainers gathered beside Murong Bo, looking vigilantly at Xu Zhu opposite and Ye Wuxin who was watching the play from the side.

Among the crowd, Jiumozhi looked serious, and slowly stood up and bowed to Murong Bo.

"Mr. Murong, after we left in the past year, the little monk received the news that Mr. is going west by crane not long after."

"I never expected that I could see Mr. here today. This surprised me a lot."

Murong Fu's expression was cold, if it wasn't for Jiumozhi's ungratefulness, how could he be in such a catastrophe.

Murong Bo clasped his fists in a salute, and smiled at the people in front of him.

"Due to some reasons, I have to feign death to escape the troubles of the world. I am really ashamed to think that I have bothered the master to worry about it."

Seeing that the two are quite familiar with each other, Xu Zhu sneered twice, and there was a different kind of sarcasm in his expression.

"Old benefactor Murong is very generous. He has been hiding in Shaolin for many years, and he also donated all the 72 unique skills of our temple to this Tubo national teacher."

"The friendship between the two must have been handed over in this way."

Jiumozhi looked serious, the young monk in front of him was very skilled in martial arts, and someone secretly helped him.

Just relying on his cooperation with Murong and his son, maybe they can equalize with them, but if those old Shaolin monks help, the situation will be much more dangerous.

Xuan Ci stepped forward slowly, with a hint of understanding in his expression, he looked at Murong Bo indifferently.

"Old benefactor Murong Bo, Murong, I haven't seen you for decades, but I didn't expect you to escape by feigning death. Looking at it now, did you also kill the life of my junior brother Xuan Bei?"

Murong Bo laughed loudly, formed a fist with one hand, and waved towards the willow forest beside him.

In an instant, the trunk shook, and two branches suddenly fell to the ground.

The faces of all the old Shaolin monks sank, and they exclaimed twice.

"Ah! This is! Big Wei Tuo pestle."

Seeing this scene, Xuanci nodded slowly, with a solemn expression on his face.

"As expected, you have been lurking in our temple for so many years, and you should have practiced 72 stunts a long time ago."

"However, you probably don't bother to practice the Funiu faction's 'Tian Ling Qian Crack'. Then when you shot to kill Ke Baisui's benefactor, you used your own special martial arts."

Murong Bo nodded slightly, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

"The old abbot is worthy of being the abbot of Shaolin. He can control the affairs of the world without leaving home. This old man really admires me. But the reason for this matter is that I want to invite you."

Murong Bo hadn't finished speaking, suddenly there were two roars from the crowd, and two figures, one old and one young, rushed out.

Taking a closer look, it was Cui Baiquan, the 'Golden Abacus', who was crossing with his nephew.

Xu Zhu sighed in a low voice, he flicked his two fingers repeatedly, they hit the vital points of the two of them, making them unable to move.

"Okay! It's a good hand to send and receive the wishful fingers. It's only natural for the dog to be defeated in the hands of this little master."

When Murong Fu heard this, he felt extremely ashamed on his face, speechless facing his father.

Xu Zhu clasped his palms together, a hint of disgust appeared in his eyes for no reason.

"Amitabha, the praise of old benefactor Murong, the little monk would never dare to accept."

Xuanci recited the Buddha's name and spoke again.

"I'm afraid that you are greedy for Ke Baisui's benefactor's family wealth. For your own ambition, you shot him down and occupied his property."

"Murong Bo, I have been friends with you for decades, but I never expected you to be so despicable and shameless. Not only the wrong thing back then, but also the life of Junior Brother Xuan Bei."

Jiumo Zhibao stood solemnly beside Murong Bo, with an appearance of ready to help at any time.

"The master who secretly controlled my mind just now, with your ability, do you still need to hide yourself in front of the heroes of the world? Please stand up as soon as possible."

Seeing this, the black-robed monk didn't intend to intervene. Instead, he sat cross-legged under the willow tree, quietly watching the scene in front of him.

At the same time, a figure came slowly, and when it appeared in front of all the heroes of the Jianghu, it immediately caused a burst of exclamation.

"It's Qiao Feng! Why did he, a Khitan dog, come here?"

"Who knows?"

As soon as he heard the name Qiao Feng, Xu Zhu was startled, subconsciously looked at Ye Wuxin.

Squinting his eyes, Ye Wuxin looked at the black-robed old monk beside him with a gloomy expression.

'It seems that you are determined not to let your son have a peaceful life, then don't blame Xu Zhu for being ruthless to me, I gave you a chance. '

Seeing Xiao Feng coming, Xuandu raised his eyebrows and said with a half smile.

"Amitabha, could it be that my Buddha opened his eyes and let me understand all hatred in Shaolin Temple today?"

After Xiao Feng looked around, he gave a slight salute to everyone, and then his eyes fell on Xuan Ci.

"Xiao Feng has something to ask Abbot Xuanci, I don't know if the letter said that you were the big brother who took the lead in the past, is it true or not?"

Xu Zhu's expression was ugly, Xuanci sighed when he heard the words, and recited the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, if you sow karmic causes, you will reap karmic fruits. The elder brother who took the lead in the Yanmenguan entourage in the past is indeed an old monk."

Seeing Xiao Feng coming here, Xuan Ci seemed to let go of something on his mind, and nodded in admission.

As soon as this remark came out, all the heroes of the Jianghu were shocked when they heard the words. There was an uproar in the past, and the whole Jianghu was full of wind and rain. The elder brother who took the lead turned out to be the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

When Duan Yu saw Xiao Feng coming, he picked up Ling Bo and rushed to Xiao Feng's side with small steps.

"Big brother!"

"brother."

After exchanging pleasantries with Duan Yu for a while, Xiao Feng's eyes fell on Xuan Ci, who was already ready to avenge his parents.

Xu Zhu looked at the black-robed monk, and snorted coldly.

"Old benefactor Xiao Yuanshan Xiao, what are you doing hiding away? Your son has already arrived and you don't plan to show up. Do you want to settle your old scores?"

The black-robed old monk was silent for a moment, then took off the black scarf on his face, revealing a face similar to Xiao Feng's.

"The little monk has sharp eyes. The old man obviously didn't miss it. How did you tell?"

When Xuan Ci saw Xiao Yuanshan's face, he was startled.

"So that's how it is, that's how it turns out, the person who killed my Junior Brother Xuan Bei was not Qiao Feng, but you?"

Xiao Yuanshan sneered again and again, showing the wolf-shaped pattern on his chest, and nodded slightly.

"That's right, not only the monk Xuan Bei, but also Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, Tie Mian Shan's family, Tan Gong and Tan Po, and that Zhao Qiansun, are all done by this old man."

"In order to avenge the old enmity, guess how long I have been hiding in this Shaolin Temple, take the lead, brother!"

(End of this chapter)