Chapter 393: As long as they are all killed, there will be no revenge

The energy was like countless sharp arrows, shooting in all directions, and a suffocating sense of oppression filled the air.

No matter whether it was Xiao Feng and his son, Murong Bo and his son, Jiumozhi, or the Shaolin monks of the Xuan generation and Shenyin, they were all forced back by this powerful energy.

Those with high skills, such as Xiao Yuanshan and his son, Murong Bo, and Jiumozhi, simply retreated one after another to lose their strength. The floor under their feet was shaken to the point of cracking into several gaps and raising dust.

However, Murong Bo, Shaolin Xuan generation, Shen Yin and others lifted their bodies off the ground and crashed into the bookcases behind them. The bookcases collapsed with a loud bang, ancient books were scattered all over the floor, and papers were flying in the air, as if there was a sudden storm.

Ah Zhu knew that her martial arts skills were low, so she had been hiding in a corner watching. Seeing such a scene, she was stunned. Her heart was beating like a drum, and she tightly grasped the corners of her clothes with both hands, fearing that she would be affected by the energy. She had never seen such a thrilling scene, and she was in awe of Xin Zhen.

When the two barriers collided, Xin Zhen just shook all over, his feet were as steady as a rock, as if the violent energy had no effect on him at all.

The Sweeping Monk took a few steps back before he stabilized himself. His expression changed slightly, no longer as calm as before. A trace of shock and admiration flashed in his eyes, and he was obviously amazed at Xin Zhen's cultivation.

The Sweeping Monk looked at Xin Zhen in shock and said, "Mr. Xin, your accomplishments are unprecedented in history!" Although his voice was calm, the respect in it was self-evident.

Xin Zhen smiled and said, "Please move aside. You can't suppress this matter. Murong Bo has done so many dirty things. He can't become a Buddha just by laying down his butcher knife." There was a hint of coldness and determination in his voice, like a sharp sword, piercing people's hearts.

At this time, the Shaolin Xuan generation ran over and stood in front of the Sweeping Monk, shouting at Xin Zhen: "Xin Zhen, this is Shaolin Temple, you can't be rude!" Their faces were full of anger and tension, and they obviously didn't want to see Xin Zhen act recklessly in Shaolin Temple.

Xin Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "Shaolin Temple is indeed a holy place for martial arts, but it cannot be a shelter for evil people." He walked forward step by step, and every step seemed to step on the hearts of the people, making them feel extremely oppressed.

The faces of the Shaolin monks of the Xuan generation became even uglier. They knew that Xin Zhen's strength was extraordinary, but at this moment they had to bite the bullet and stand in front of him.

Seeing this, the Sweeping Monk sighed softly and said, "Please move aside. Mr. Xin is a great man of the time and has a firm mind. How can he be easily persuaded?"

When the senior monks of the Xuan generation heard the old monk say this, they stepped aside. Xin Zhen said with a smile, "You should keep an eye on Murong Bo and his son. If they escape because of your obstruction, then Shaolin Temple will be held responsible."

Xuan Yin sneered upon hearing this and said, "Master Xin, what you said is rather overbearing. It was you who went to Shaolin Temple and acted recklessly, entered our Sutra Library without permission, and even destroyed so many of our precious books. Now you want us to keep an eye on Master Murong for you. How can this be justified?
Although we in Shaolin never cause trouble, we are never afraid of it. If you think it is the fault of Shaolin Temple, then come on and see if Shaolin is afraid of you!"

Xin Zhen smiled and said, "Very good, then you can send out the warning message and set up the Arhat formation at the gate of Shaolin Temple. I will break it myself later."

Xiao Feng said loudly: "Brother, we father and son will settle the grievances with Murong Bo and his son ourselves, you just need to take care of your own business."

Xin Zhen nodded and said, "Okay, Shaolin Temple should also pay some price. Although it was Murong Bo who did it, Shaolin Temple knew it was wrong and refused to correct it. They watched you, Brother Xiao, suffer so much and turned a blind eye. Now we are looking for the culprit, and you are still here to complain. Do you want to take over this grudge?"

The sweeping monk sighed and said, "No one is perfect. Sometimes you have to be more open-minded."

Xin Zhen smiled and said to Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan: "Are you willing to be so open-minded?"

Xiao Yuanshan sneered, "Murong Bo, that bastard, killed my wife and separated my father and me for more than 30 years. How can such a deep hatred be resolved with just a few words of open-mindedness?" Xiao Feng was also indignant and said, "Absolutely impossible."

The sweeping monk asked, "Layman, have you felt a dull pain in the Liangmen and Taiyi points on your lower abdomen recently?"

Xiao Yuanshan was startled and said, "The divine monk sees clearly, that is exactly the case."

The old monk asked again, "How is the numbness on your Guanyuan acupoint now?" Xiao Yuanshan was even more surprised, and said in a trembling voice, "This numb spot was only the size of a little finger ten years ago, but now... now it is almost as big as the mouth of a teacup."

When Xiao Feng heard this, he knew that his father's three vital points showed such signs because of his strong training in Shaolin martial arts. From what he said, he knew that this sign had troubled him for many years and he could never get rid of it. It became a big worry. He immediately took two steps forward, knelt on both knees, bowed to the old monk, and said, "My father's illness is very serious. I pray for your mercy and help."

The old monk clasped his hands together in greeting and said, "Please stand up, benefactor. You are kind-hearted and considerate of the people of the world. You are unwilling to harm the soldiers and civilians of Song and Liao for personal grudges. You are so kind and righteous. No matter what you ask, I will obey you. No need to be polite."

Xiao Feng was overjoyed and kowtowed twice before standing up.

The old monk sighed and said, "Old Donor Xiao has killed many people in the past, many of whom were innocent. For example, Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, and Master Xuanku should not have been killed."

Xiao Yuanshan was a Khitan hero. Although he was old, he was still as fierce as ever. Hearing the old monk's words of reproach, he said loudly: "I know I am deeply injured, but I am over 60 years old and have grown up children. Even if I die in an instant, what regrets do I have? The divine monk wants me to admit my mistakes and repent, but I absolutely cannot do it."

Xin Zhen smiled and said, "It's just the internal forces of different species colliding. Brother Xiao, why bother asking him for help? I will teach my uncle a few mantras later and it will be resolved in a few days."

Xiao Feng asked happily, "Are you talking about those words to Ah Zhu?"

Xin Zhen nodded and said, "That's right, so there's no need to worry. A real man knows how to distinguish between gratitude and resentment. It doesn't matter if there is a grudge that is not taken."

The sweeping monk sighed again and said, "Mr. Xin, why do you have to interfere? This matter has nothing to do with you."

Xin Zhen laughed and said, "What does this have to do with you?"

The sweeping monk said, "The Buddha is merciful and cannot bear to see them repaying each other with vengeance."

Xin Zhen nodded and said, "It's okay. I can't take revenge. Murong Fu has no children. I just need to kill Murong Fu and his son today, and the matter will end here."

Murong Fu glared at Xin Zhen and said, "What hatred or grudge do you have with my Murong family that you would do such a cruel thing?"

Xin Zhen smiled and said, "I hate villains the most in my life. It just so happens that you and your father are both villains, so there is no reason to let you go."

(End of this chapter)