Chapter 20 Murong Bo: Master, please save me
The news of the divine judge Li Jie had already reached Shaolin Temple. Not only did Abbot Xuanci know about it, but even Murong Bo who was hiding in Shaolin Temple learned about it.

"immortal……"

If people hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have thought it was just a rumor.

But Murong Bo really saw a god when he was young!
The man was a hermit who called himself "Xu Fu". It was said that he was a Taoist priest from the Qin Dynasty and was more than 1,200 years old. His martial arts skills had reached an incredible level, and he was no different from an immortal.

After Murong Bo learned about the rumors about the divine judge Li Jie, he did not doubt that it was just a rumor spread by people in the martial arts world. Instead, he believed that Li Jie really had great magical powers, and he was extremely uneasy.

After all, he was the mastermind behind the Yanmen Pass tragedy thirty years ago. Once this matter is exposed, the reputation of their Murong family will plummet.

His plan was to cause chaos in the world so that the Murong family could take advantage of the situation to rise up and revive Dayan.

"If Li Jie knows the past and comes to Shaolin Temple to expose the truth about Yanmen Pass, the Murong family's hundreds of years of hard work will go to waste! I will also be ashamed of my ancestors!"

Thinking of this, Murong Bo became extremely anxious, so he sneaked into the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Library, hoping to read some martial arts secrets to divert his attention and calm down.

But at this moment, he could not read even a single word of the martial arts secret book that he usually treated as a treasure. In anger, he threw the secret book on the ground.

He waved his hand casually, and the wind created by his palm blew away the scriptures on the bookshelf.

Just then, an old monk holding a broom came over. He walked slowly, had a thin body, and seemed to have no martial arts skills.

The old monk bent down, picked up the books that Murong Bo had thrown away, and put them back to their original places one by one.

“……”Murong Bo was stunned when he saw this.

Could it be that the old monk's eyes are blurry, and when he saw a mysterious man in gray standing here, he just ignored me and just kept packing up the scriptures?

...Or rather, even an old monk dares to look down on me!
Murong Bo was already upset, and when he saw that the old monk ignored him, he became even more annoyed. He raised his hand and slapped the old monk.

Bang!
The sound of the wind and the cry of panic show how strong the palm power is.

The next moment, something strange happened. Murong Bo couldn't help but open his eyes wide with a look of shock on his face.

It was because his palm was three feet away from the old monk, it was as if he had hit an invisible wall of steel and could not move forward even a bit.

"what?"

Murong Bo withdrew his hand, looked at his palm, and stood there in a daze.

Even though he didn't use all his strength in this palm strike, it was still enough to break stones and split rocks. How come he couldn't even touch the old monk's clothes?
The old monk continued to pack up the scriptures as if nothing had happened.

……

On the other side, Li Jie, Qiao Feng, Xiao Yuanshan, Monk Zhiguang, Zhao Qiansun and others arrived at Shaolin Temple.

After some announcements, Xuan Ci came out with a group of monks with the surname Xuan, including Qiao Feng's teacher Xuan Ku, as well as other eminent monks such as Xuan Ji, Xuan Bei, Xuan Nan and Xuan Du.

Qiao Feng looked at his mentor Xuan Ku with a complicated expression.

Xiao Yuanshan stared at Xuan Ci and sneered.

Monk Zhiguang bowed to all the Shaolin monks, but Zhao Qiansun, who was usually crazy, said nothing.

"I've been waiting for a long time. Please come in."

Xuan Ci didn't say much and directly invited Li Jie, Qiao Feng, Xiao Yuanshan and others into Shaolin Temple.

Li Jie, Qiao Feng and others were highly skilled and courageous, and were not afraid of fraud. Even if there was a fraud, they would be able to escape unscathed. They followed Xuan Ci and others directly to the Great Hall.

Everyone stood in front of a huge golden Buddha statue, which lowered its eyebrows and eyes. The hall was filled with the smell of burning incense. It should have been a quiet place, but at this moment the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

Seeing that Xuanci seemed ready, Li Jie asked first, "Has Abbot Xuanci already known about the incident at Xingzilin?"

Xuan Ci looked at Li Jie, the divine judge who killed Ye Erniang, and his mood became complicated for a moment, but when he thought that Ye Erniang deserved it, he quickly calmed down.

He nodded calmly, then corrected himself: "I am no longer the abbot of Shaolin."

After the news of the Xingzilin Conference reached Shaolin Temple, Xuanci resigned from the position of abbot and basically arranged all his affairs.

Knowing that his death was approaching, he was different from Murong Bo. Instead of being nervous, he felt more relaxed than ever before.

Li Jie said: "Do you want me to find out who is behind this personally, or do you want to tell me yourself?"

Xuan Ci clasped his hands together and said, "Thirty years ago, after I learned that Yanmen Pass was a scam, I sent people to look for that person, but he hid himself and refused to show up."

When Xiao Yuanshan heard this, he couldn't wait to ask, "Who is that person?"

Xuan Ci sighed and said, "That person has long passed away. It is useless to mention his name. Donor Xiao, I am willing to take full responsibility for what happened thirty years ago. Please do it."

At this time, he didn't know that Murong Bo was still alive. He thought that Murong Bo was dead, and the dead were the greatest, so he should stop damaging the reputation of the Murong family.

"Tell me quickly!"

How could Xiao Yuanshan give up when he was about to find out who was behind the scenes? While roaring, he suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed Xuan Ci's collar.

He raised his left hand high up, as if to strike! "Stop!"

"Let go of Xuan Ci!"

When the monks of the Xuan generation saw this, their faces changed slightly. They exclaimed in surprise and reached out to grab Xiao Yuanshan.

Xuan Ci waved his hand and told them not to move.

Just when everyone's attention was on Xuan Ci and Xiao Yuanshan, an old monk in gray suddenly attacked Li Jie from the crowd in the hall, and his attack was ruthless, going straight for the vital point at the back.

He is Murong Bo!

He disguised himself as an ordinary old monk and hid in the crowd, thinking that as long as he killed the divine judge Li Jie and then killed Xuan Ci, everything would still be salvageable.

"careful!"

In the blink of an eye, a handsome young man came flying over and forced the gray-robed monk back with his sword.

This person is Murong Fu.

He knew that Li Jie and others were coming to Shaolin Temple, so after leaving Yipintang, he changed into Murong Fu's dress and rushed to Shaolin Temple without stopping.

He thought that if he could get the powerful Li Jie to join his side, his great cause would be accomplished!
At this moment, seeing someone attacking Li Jie, he immediately helped out, which was a good opportunity for him to show favor to Li Jie.

God helps me too!

Murong Fu's sword technique was the Murong family's ancestral sword technique. The moves were continuous and smooth, and in an instant, the sword lights intersected and the sword energy danced wildly, piercing the gray-robed monk's face.

Seeing this, the gray-robed monk had to give up his sneak attack on Li Jie and took three steps back before he was able to avoid the sword.

With this retreat, Murong Bo, who was disguised as a gray-robed monk, lost the great opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Seeing that the person blocking him was his own son, he became even more anxious and angry.

Rebel!

Everyone heard the noise and turned their attention here.

Seeing that someone was about to attack Li Jie, Xiao Yuanshan, Xuan Ci and others who had been confronting each other united and surrounded Murong Bo, who had disguised himself as a gray-robed monk.

"Who are you, Your Excellency?"

Everyone saw that although the gray-robed monk's face was not hit by the sword, it was cut by the sword energy.

But there was no bleeding from the wound. Instead, another face was revealed, which clearly showed that a disguise was used.

"It's you!"

When Xuan Ci saw the half exposed face, he recognized Murong Bo's identity.

He couldn't believe that Murong Bo was still alive?

...I was deceived again!
If it weren't for his self-cultivation, Xuan Ci would really want to curse loudly.

Seeing that his identity was exposed, Murong Bo no longer concealed it. He tore off the mask on his face and revealed his true face.

"father?!"

Murong Fu was surprised and delighted to see that his dead father was still alive.

But then he thought that he had just used his sword to stop his father, which must have ruined his father's plan, and he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Li Jie looked around and roughly understood.

In the original novel, the father and son were the ones who cheated the son, but here, it was the son who cheated the father, which is pretty good.

"My son, we are outnumbered, let's go!"

Before Murong Bo finished his words, he jumped out of the crowd and left the Main Hall.

Murong Fu followed closely behind.

Xuan Ci was deceived again and again, and was furious. He no longer wanted to protect the reputation of the Murong family. He pointed at Murong Bo's back and said, "The person who told me false information thirty years ago was him, Murong Bo!"

"It's him! Kid, let's chase him!"

Xiao Yuanshan was furious. He had finally found the murderer behind the murder from thirty years ago. How could he let him escape? He shouted and chased after him with Qiao Feng.

"I thought it would be easy to escape after being attacked!"

Thinking so, Li Jie also chased after him.

Shaolin monks Xuanci, Xuanku, and others, as well as monk Zhiguang and Zhao Qiansun, also rushed over upon seeing this.

Murong Bo fled to the Sutra Library and shouted to the sweeping monk, "Master, save me!"

(End of this chapter)