Zongwu: Whether the martial arts world is in chaos or not, I, Qiao Feng, have the final say

Following Murong Fu's questioning, the atmosphere in the field immediately turned cold.

At this time, Xuan Ci looked at the sweeping monk, stepped forward and saluted, saying,"Senior, may I ask who you are?……"

The sweeping monk chanted a Buddhist name,"I am just a sweeping monk in the Sutra Library. The abbot does not need to pay attention to me."

After saying that, he slowly walked back to the Sutra Library, seemingly unwilling to participate in the affairs of the martial arts world.

Xuan Ci was shocked and bowed slightly to the Sutra Library.

Then he looked at everyone and said,"This is the important place of the Shaolin Sutra Library. If you want to continue the discussion, please move to the Great Hall."

After that, Xuan Ci led the Shaolin masters to leave the Sutra Library.

Although the others were curious, they had to follow Xuan Ci back at this moment.

Even Murong Fu and Jiumozhi did not continue to make trouble at this time until everyone returned to the Great Hall.

When the eyes of many martial arts masters looked at Qiao Feng, Xuan Ci and others, there was a lot of inquiry.

Murong Fu and others stared at Qiao Feng.

Jiumozhi looked at all this with a smile, as if the questioning just now had nothing to do with him.

Murong Feng said coldly,"Qiao Feng, now you should explain my father's affairs clearly, right? He has long been in heaven, how can you slander him like this."

Qiao Feng smiled,"Okay, since you want to know, I will tell you whether Murong Bo's false news thirty years ago was true or not. Does Abbot Xuan Ci know?"

He said halfway when he suddenly turned around and stared at Xuan Ci.

Xuan Ci's heart skipped a beat, and facing the stares of everyone, he could only stand up.

His face was full of bitterness,"It is true."

Qiao Feng ignored the shocked and puzzled looks of others and continued,"The battle at Shaolin Temple a few days ago, I believe many people in the martial arts world know about it. Who is the dead? Please tell me, abbot."

Xuan Ci sighed,"Amitabha, it is the old donor Murong."

Upon hearing this, Murong Fu shouted,"Impossible, my father has passed away many years ago." Qiao Feng ignored his shouting and continued,"Murong Bo committed such a tragedy thirty years ago, faked his death and hid his identity. He has been secretly learning the seventy-two unique skills in the Shaolin Temple Sutra Library. A few days ago, I found out the facts of the year and found his biological father Xiao Yuanshan.

"Are you curious about what happened in Shaolin Temple that day?

"Today, Qiao will explain everything clearly. On that day, my father and I lured Murong Bo out of the Shaolin Temple and killed him. The sweeper of the Sutra Library tried to stop us after he found out, but it was too late.

"After that, we left. My father, Xiao Yuanshan, went into seclusion to recover from his injuries. He was captured by the thieves and threatened me. Then he launched a hero invitation to gather you all here. This is the whole truth."

"Abbot Xuanci, is that man really my father?"Murong Fu couldn't believe it.

Xuanci nodded silently:"It was donor Murong Bo."

Everyone's eyes moved back and forth between the few people, with confusion and shock.

Because when Xiao Yuanshan gave his last words, he clearly said that Xuanci took the lead in sniping his family of three.

Qiao Feng, on the other hand, set his sights on Xuanci.

"Abbot, I, Qiao Feng, did not start this matter, but since it has come to this, I think the truth of what happened back then should be revealed."

Xuan Ci sighed again and put his palms together,"Amitabha, what happened back then was my fault. I believed in false news and caused the tragedy."

There was an uproar in the room.

Qiao Feng raised his hand to suppress the noise and said,"The mysterious thief threatened me because he wanted to reveal today that Abbot Xuan Ci was the leader. He also gathered you all here, and his purpose is obvious."

Everyone looked at each other and started to discuss.

"So that's how it is. So, the mysterious man just wants to embarrass Shaolin?"

"It's not just embarrassing for Shaolin. If the sweeping master hadn't shown his strength, Shaolin would have been in chaos today."

"What a scary thought, what on earth does this person want to do?"

"There were many strong people present, but they could not notice that there was someone in the dark. The opponent was so powerful that it was terrifying."

……

Amid the discussion, Xuan Ci slowly walked out, and the place suddenly became quiet.

"You are all famous martial artists. What Mr. Qiao said just now is indeed true. I am the leader. The mistakes I made back then have made Xuanci restless for the past 30 years. He always prays to the Buddha for forgiveness, but he cannot resist the surge of sin in his heart.……"

Everyone's face was filled with shock. Xuan Ci admitted it himself. This was confirmed. Shaolin might not have peace today.

Combined with the news from Xingzilin before.

Xuan Ci had led people to kill someone's wife thirty years ago, and caused Qiao Feng and his son to be estranged for thirty years. Now they just met, but Xiao Yuanshan almost died.

Such a tragedy happened. Everyone shuddered at the thought.

If it happened to them, who could be calm?

The strong men of Shaolin Temple were all pale.

Is the abbot really the leader?

But Xuan Ci said again:"Today, the hero Qiao told the truth, and I can finally remove the shackles in my heart for all these years.

"Shaolin disciples, listen up. The abbot has violated the precepts and killed innocent people, causing a tragedy on earth. This is against the compassion of Buddhism. According to the temple rules, he will be stripped of his cultivation and punished with 100 strokes of the cane."

"Abbot, no!"

Everyone in Shaolin was shocked, and Xuan Ji and others shouted in unison.

"No need to say more, where is the head of the Discipline Hall? Execution."

Xuan Ci shouted.

Then, he suddenly raised his palm and pierced his own Dantian, destroying his pure cultivation.

Xuan Ji and others beside him did not expect Xuan Ci to act so quickly. They tried to stop him, but it was too late. They could only watch Xuan Ci's martial arts being destroyed.

"Abbot……"

All the Shaolin disciples cried out in surprise, their faces heavy, they subconsciously put their palms together, and silently chanted in their hearts.

Puff... blood spurted, Xuanci fell to the ground weakly,"Still not to execute?"

Xuanji sighed, and led two disciples to stand up.

Many martial artists looked reluctant, and whispered

"What happened thirty years ago was Murong Bo's fault. He is already dead. The punishment from Abbot Xuanci is too severe."

"Why not just give him a hundred strokes of the cane and resign from the position of abbot?"

"Shaolin is still in chaos today, but why didn’t Qiao Feng say anything?"

"What else? Qiao Daxia himself is the victim"

"Tsk, Abbot Xuanci didn't check the authenticity of the news, and he was eager to lead people to Yanmen Pass to stop the Qiao family of three. Who knows what he was thinking at the time?"

"What are you talking about, Demon Sect Witch? Abbot Xuanci was deceived by Murong Bo"

"Shut up, everyone."

Finally, Murong Fu's crazy roar made the crowd quiet down.

His eyes were full of resentment, and he glanced at Xuan Ci and Qiao Feng.

"May I ask the abbot where my father's body is?"

Xuan Ci said with pain:"It has been buried in the back mountain."

Everyone shut up and looked at the scene. After all, this was a matter of Shaolin, and they could not intervene, so they could only talk about it.

Bang, bang, bang... one stick after another seemed to hit everyone's heart.

After only thirty sticks, Xuan Ci's eyes were dizzy, and his breath was almost gone. He just knelt down and didn't fall down. He had just lost his martial arts and was weaker than ordinary people. He couldn't bear it at all.

"Amitabha……"

At this moment, a middle-aged monk suddenly came slowly.

The executioner's staff was also blocked by an invisible force and could not fall.

"I am Xuancheng."

The middle-aged monk spoke slowly.