Xuanci Tao.

"Old Donor Murong, I have been in good faith with you for many years and have always respected your character. I believe it to me that day."

"I killed a good person by chance, but I never saw you again. Later, I heard that you died of illness, and I was very mourning. I always said that you were like me at that time, and I was also misleading people's words, which led to unintentional mistakes. I felt guilty and died young. I didn't know... Alas!"

His long sigh actually contained endless regret and blame.

Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng looked at each other. Until this moment, his father and son realized that the person who caused trouble was Murong Bo.

A thought came to Xiao Feng's mind.

"Although the miserable incident outside Yanmen Pass was led by Abbot Xuanci, he was the abbot of Shaolin Temple. He cared about the Song Dynasty and the classics of this temple and devoted himself to it. Later, he realized that he had made up for it because he tried his best to make up for it. The real evil man was Murong Bo instead of Xuanci."

Deng Baichuan and others immediately understood after hearing Xuan Ci's words.

"The master of my hometown sent a false message to provoke a great fight between the martial artists of the Song and Liao dynasties, so that I, Dayan, can gain profit from it. Afterwards, Xuanci couldn't help but question the master of my hometown. The master of my hometown was inexplicable. With his identity as a great hero and hero, he could not directly recognize the matter, and ruined his reputation forever."

"He expected that Abbot Xuanci's character would not reveal the truth once he died, and would damage his reputation after his death."

Then I thought about deepening it.

"Yes. Since the hometown leader died, Murong's reputation is safe, and the young master can continue to revive the great cause. Otherwise, the heroes of the Central Plains will become enemies of Murong, and it will be difficult for them to survive, let alone gathering people to restore the country?"

"At that time, the young master was still young. If he learned that his father was pretending to die, he would inevitably show his weakness, so he simply hid it."

Thinking of the hard work of the hometown owner, in order to restore Dayan, he did not hesitate to give up everything, and he felt that he was carrying the weight.

Xuanci's slow way.

"Old Donor Murong, when I heard Mr. Xiao's words today, I realized that your Gusu Murong family is planning a lot. Then you can't understand the intention of sending messages. But the big things you are planning are ultimately difficult to accomplish. Didn't you kill so many innocent lives in vain?"

Murong Bo said.

"Planning depends on others, and success depends on heaven!"

Xuanci said with compassion on his face.

"My junior brother Xuanbei once came to Gusu to ask you about this matter. I think he offended you in his words. He saw some clues in your mansion and guessed your intention to rebel, so you wanted to kill him to silence him. But why did you endure for many years until he went to Dali and then take action?

Well, you want to provoke a dispute between the Duan clan of Dali and the Shaolin clan. I expected that when you attacked my junior brother Xuanbei, the Duan clan was given the Duan clan's yang clan. However, you didn't learn well, so you couldn't do anything to him. Finally, you still used the family skills of Murong clan's 'using the other way and giving the other' to kill my junior brother Xuanbei."

Murong Bo smiled, and his body tilted slightly, and punched the big tree beside him. Two loud noises, two thick branches on the tree fell down. He hit the trunk, and even knocked down the two branches about a foot away from his fist. It was really a magical skill.

More than ten old monks from Shaolin Temple shouted in unison.

"Weitu Pestle!" The voice was filled with horror.

Xuanci nodded and said.

"You have been in my temple for many years, and you have also practiced the magical skill of "Weitu Pestle", one of the 72 unique skills of Shaolin."
Chapter completed!