Xuan Ci Heshi asked.

"Who is the donor?"

He was concerned about Xuan Ku's safety and without waiting for Qiao Feng to answer, he snatched into the house. He saw Xuan Ku's dead and was even more stunned. The monks came in together, bowed their heads and recited scriptures.

Qiao Feng finally entered the house and knelt on the ground to make a wish.

"Master, I have come to report the news late, and you have been killed. The hatred between the disciple and the traitor has become deeper. Even if the disciple has gone through all difficulties, he will find the traitor to break up the body and avenge his mentor."

Abbot Xuanci had finished reciting the scriptures, looked at Qiao Feng and asked.

"Who is the donor? Is the donor who just called?"

Qiao Fengdao.

"Disciple Qiao Feng, the disciple was so sad that he alarmed the abbot."

Xuan Ci was shocked when she heard Qiao Feng's name, her body trembled, and a strange look appeared on her face. She stared at him for a while before she said.

"Donor, you...you...you are the Beggars' Sect's...Jiang Qiao?"

Qiao Feng thought to himself when he heard the words "The Master Qiao of the Beggar Gang" said.

"The information in the world spreads so quickly. He not only used this tone, but also knew my background."

Said.

“That’s right.”

Xuanci Tao.

"Why did Gangmaster Qiao break into my temple at night? How could he see Junior Brother Xuanku pass away?"

Qiao Feng had thousands of words in his heart, but he didn't know how to say it for a moment, so he could only say it.

"Master Xuanku is my disciple's teacher, but I don't know what injuries my master has suffered. Who is the one who has taken the harsh action?"

Abbot Xuanci shed tears.

"Mr. Xuanku was attacked by someone. He ate a heavy hand in his chest, his ribs were broken, and his internal organs were broken. He relied on his deep internal strength to support him until now. We asked him who the enemy was, and he said he didn't know each other, and asked the murderer's appearance and age.

But he said that the seven sufferings of Buddhism were, and the ‘resentful monks’ was one of them. Since he met an enemy, he was relieved. He decided not to tell the appearance of the murderer.”

Qiao Feng suddenly realized.

"It turns out that the monks knew that their master was seriously injured and recited scriptures and Buddha, which was to send him back to the west."

He said with tears in his eyes.

"The monks are compassionate and do not hold grudges. The disciples are lay people. They must catch the murderer who has taken action and cut them into pieces to avenge their master. The access control of the temple is very strict, and I wonder how the murderer can break in?"

Xuanci pondered and did not answer, and a short old monk suddenly said coldly.

"We couldn't stop the donor from breaking into Shaolin. Of course, the murderer could also go there, as if he had entered a state of no one."

Qiao Feng bowed and clasped his fists and said.

"I am very rude to my disciples because they are urgent and are not as good as asking for advice outside the mountain gate. I would like to forgive you. I also beg you all to forgive me. I have a deep relationship with the Shaolin Sect and I will never dare to be careless and offend at all."

His last two sentences mean that if the Shaolin Sect loses its face, I will also be embarrassed. I know that I have entered the Shaolin backyard until I call on my own, and no one realizes that this incident will be out, and the face of the Shaolin Sect is really damaged.

At this moment, a little novice monk walked into the room with a bowl of steaming medicine and said to Xuanku's corpse.

"Master, please take medicine."

He was a novice monk who served Xuan Ku. He decocted a dose of the healing medicine "Jiu Zhuan Huichun Decoction" in the "Medical King's Court" and sent it to his master for taking it. Seeing Xuan Ku stand upright and didn't know he was dead. Qiao Feng felt sad and choked up.

“Master…”

The little shami turned his head and glanced at him, and suddenly exclaimed loudly.

"It's you! You... are here again!"

With a choking sound, the medicine bowl fell to the ground, and the porcelain piece of medicine juice splashed everywhere. The little shaman jumped back two steps, leaned against the wall, and said sharply.

"It's him, he is the one who hurts the master!"

When he shouted, everyone was shocked. Qiao Feng was even more frightened and said loudly.

"What did you say?"

The little shaman was only twelve or thirteen years old. When he saw Qiao Feng, he hid behind Abbot Xuanci, grabbed his sleeve and shouted.

"Abbot, abbot!"

Xuanci Tao.

"Qingsong, don't be afraid. You said that he beat the master?"

The little shaman Qingsong Road.

"Yes, he hit Master in the chest with his palm. I saw it at the window. Master, Master, you beat him back."

Until this moment, he still knew that Xuan Ju was dead.

Abbot Xuanci said.

"Please take it carefully, don't recognize the wrong person."

Qingsong Road.

"I can see clearly that he is wearing a gray cloth straight, with a square face, with a raised eyebrows and a big mouth and ears. It's him, Master, you hit him, you hit him."

Qiao Feng felt a chill from his back, and he thought to himself.

"Yes, the murderer pretended to be me and blamed me."

"Master was very happy to hear me coming back, but as soon as he saw my face and the murderer who hurt him, he said, "It turns out that it is you, you are Qiao Feng, a good disciple I trained with myself." Master and I haven't seen each other for more than ten years. I have changed from a child to an adult, and my appearance has long been different."

Thinking of the three words "good" that Master Xuanku said before his death, he thought he was really like a knife to cut his heart.

"The master is very serious, but he doesn't know who the enemy is. When he saw me, he recognized me and the murderer's appearance, and felt very sad. He died of grief. The master was seriously injured and was already in danger, so he would not think about it carefully: If I really hurt him, why did he meet again for the second time?"

Suddenly, a group of people rushed over quickly and stopped outside the "Zhengdao Temple". The two monks bowed and came in respectfully. It was the two monks who had fought with Qiao Feng at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain. The monks who kept the precepts and the law said only.

"Report to the abbot..."

He had already seen Qiao Feng, and his face showed a look of surprise and anger. I don’t know why he was here. The other monks also looked angry and stared at Qiao Feng fiercely.

Abbot Xuanci looked solemn and said slowly.

"Although the donor is no longer in the Beggars' Sect, he is finally a famous figure in the martial arts world. Today, he came to my temple and killed Junior Brother Xuanku. I don't know why, but I still hope to give me advice."

Qiao Feng sighed, bowed to Xuan Ku's corpse and said.

"Master, when you were dying, you still thought that it was your disciple who had harmed you, causing you to die of hatred. Although the disciple never dared to offend Master, the reason why the traitor injured was caused by the disciple. It is not a pity for the disciple to die today to thank the teacher for his kindness, but from then on, the master's great revenge will not be avenged. The disciple violated Shaolin dignity and the master resented his sins."

He whirled two sudden sounds and breathed out two long breaths. Two oil lamps in the hall turned off in response to the sound, and immediately a ball of black paint was lacquer.

When Qiao Feng spoke and prayed, he had already planned to escape. He blew out the oil lamp and waved his left hand to hit the vest of the monk guarding the law. This palm was full of feminine power and did not hurt his internal organs, but he slapped his fat body and broke through the door.
Chapter completed!