Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

At this time, the sky was already dark, and in the Zen room, a lamp like a bean could only illuminate the square inch where Xuanku sat. Qiao Feng stood at the door, still a few feet away from Xuan Ku. The master and the disciple saw each other across the door, but only heard his voice but could not see his form.

Qiao Feng was overjoyed when he heard his master's call. He rushed forward, knelt down and kowtowed, and said, "I seldom serve you, so please pay more attention to me. Master is healthy, and I am very happy for you."

Along the way, he was first wronged by his brothers from the Beggar Clan, and then accused as a Khitan by a group of martial arts comrades. It would be too pretentious to say that he was not aggrieved. Now in front of my enlightenment teacher, I really feel like a wanderer who has returned home to his loving father, and I am extremely happy.

Xuanku felt greatly relieved when he heard Qiao Feng's deep and calm voice. Although he was seriously injured and dying, he didn't feel any pain.

Xuan Ku said: "Feng'er, when you came down from Shaoshi Mountain, did you go to see your parents?"

Qiao Feng responded: "Master Lao, I'm thinking about you. Everything is fine with both of you."

Xuan Ku Lao Huai was greatly comforted: "You are now the leader of a gang, and the responsibilities you bear are very important. You must not act rashly and be kind to others."

On his deathbed, Xuan Ku still did not forget to teach his disciple how to go in the future.

After Qiao Feng heard this, he was touched and sad at the same time. He wanted to tell his mentor what happened in Xingzilin, but thinking that his mentor was seriously injured now, he really couldn't bear the stimulation. He swallowed the words and blurted it out. The most important sentence is: "Disciples should remember the teachings of their teachers."

Then I thought about my master being harmed by a traitor, and I felt sad and angry at the same time. I couldn't help but said in a deep voice: "I just heard what the abbot said, my master was injured by a traitor. I don't know who this person is? Even if I don't know this person. How does it look?"

Xuan Ku shook his head and said: "I am a master just now, and I don't want to let the abbot and other brothers worry about me, which will increase my karma, so I haven't explained it to the brothers. If that person can put down the butcher knife, he will naturally It's time to turn around. If you insist on enlightenment, alas, he is just suffering in vain. There is no need to say more about this person's appearance. Feng'er, you need to know that when you are in the world, when will you repay your grievances? My teacher will go to heaven early today "It's just a good deed. You can't hold any grudges because of what Master did today." He coughed twice, showing that he was seriously injured internally.

Qiao Feng felt sad, but after hearing his master's words, he could only agree temporarily.

Xuan smiled bitterly and said: "This oil lamp is too dark, Feng'er, go and brighten the wick. Come to me."

Qiao Feng listened to Xuanku's order, turned on the oil lamp a little, then strode to Xuanku and knelt down.

Turning on the wick, the room suddenly lit up.

Master Xuanku originally had a smile on his face, but when he saw Qiao Feng's face under the light of the oil lamp, his face suddenly changed. He stood up and said in a trembling voice: "You...you...it turns out to be you, you are Qiao Feng, Me...a good disciple whom I trained with my own hands?" But his face was filled with horror, pain, and mixed with deep pity and regret.

Qiao Feng was extremely surprised when he saw his master's expression suddenly changed, and said: "Master, this child is Qiao Feng."

Master Xuanku said: "Okay, okay, okay!" He said "Okay" three times in a row and stopped talking.

Qiao Feng did not dare to ask any more questions and waited patiently for his instructions. Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, Master Xuanku remained silent. When Qiao Feng looked at his face again, he saw that the muscles on his face were stiff and motionless, and his expression was exactly the same as just now. He couldn't help being startled, and reached out to touch his palm, but felt it was quite cool. He quickly checked his nose again, and it turned out that I have been exhausted for a long time.

At this time, Qiao Feng was dumbfounded with fright, and his mind was in confusion: "Master, was he scared to death when he saw me? He definitely won't, so what's so scary about me? Most likely he has been injured." But he didn't dare to examine him directly. body.

He composed himself and made up his mind: "If I hide away quietly at this moment, wouldn't it be the behavior of Qiao Feng, a tough man? Today's incident, even if it is extremely dangerous, should be investigated to get to the bottom of it."

He walked outside the house and shouted loudly: "Master Abbot, Master Xuanku has passed away! Master Xuanku has passed away!" These two calls were transmitted far away, and the valley rang, and the whole temple heard it. Although the cry was powerful, it was extremely sad.

Abbot Xuanci and the others had not yet returned to their respective houses. Suddenly they heard Qiao Feng's call, turned around and hurried back to the "Zhengdao Temple".

I saw a grown man standing beside the courtyard gate, stretching out his sleeves to wipe away his tears. All the monks felt strange. Xuanci was concerned about Xuanku's safety, so he rushed into the house without taking a closer look at the man. He was even more startled when he saw Xuanku standing frozen and unable to fall. All the monks entered together, bowed their heads and recited scriptures.

Qiao Feng finally entered the room, knelt down and secretly made a wish: "Master, my disciple is a step late, and you have been poisoned by someone. No matter who that person is, even if he goes through all kinds of difficulties, he will find this traitor and cut his body into pieces to become his mentor." revenge."

After Abbot Xuanci finished reciting sutras, he was surprised when he saw Qiao Feng's appearance and asked, "Is the person you called just now the donor?"

Qiao Feng said: "Disciple Qiao Feng! When I saw my master passing away, I was so sad that I alarmed the abbot."

Although Qiao Feng heard Murong Fu point out that the incident at Yanmen Pass was the result of Xuanci's leadership, this matter is of great importance and must be verified by many parties before he can make a conclusion. Secondly, he deplored the death of his mentor. Now when he met Xuanci, he felt more sad and less vengeful.

After hearing Qiao Feng's words, Xuan Ci trembled and a strange look appeared on his face. He stared at him for a long time and then said: "Donor, you...you...are you the...former leader of the Beggar Clan?"

When Qiao Feng heard him say the words "former leader of the Beggar Clan", he thought to himself: "The news spreads so fast in the world. Since he knows that I am no longer the leader of the Beggar Clan, he also knows that I was expelled from the Beggar Clan." The reason." He said: "Exactly!"

Xuanci asked: "Why did the donor break into our temple at midnight? How could he see Junior Brother Xuanku pass away?"

Qiao Feng had a thousand words in his heart, but he didn't know how to say it for a moment, so he could only say: "Master Xuanku is my disciple's mentor, but I don't know what kind of injury my mentor suffered, and who did it?"

Abbot Xuanci shed tears and said: "Junior Brother Xuanku was attacked by a sneak attack and received a heavy hand on his chest. His ribs were broken and his internal organs were shattered. He relied on his deep internal strength to survive until now. We asked him who the enemy was. He said he didn't know each other, and asked the murderer's description and age. But he said that the eight sufferings in Buddhism, "resentment and hatred", were one of them. Now that he had met his enemy, he could just get rid of it. He would never agree to the murderer's description. explain."

Qiao Feng said with tears: "All eminent monks are compassionate and do not hold grudges. I am a layman. I must catch the murderer who did this and cut him into pieces with a thousand knives to avenge my master. The gates of your temple are tightly guarded. I don't know what happened to the murderer." Can you break in?"

Xuanci pondered and didn't answer, but a short old monk suddenly said coldly: "The benefactor broke into Shaolin, and we couldn't stop him. Of course, the murderer can walk away as if he was in a deserted place."

Qiao Feng bowed and clasped his fists, and said: "Because things are urgent, I did not inform you outside the mountain gate to ask for permission. It is very disrespectful, and I beg you masters to forgive me. I was born in Shaolin and have a very deep connection. I will never dare to offend in the slightest." "His last two sentences mean that if the Shaolin Sect loses face, I will also lose face. I know that I broke into the Shaolin backyard and no one noticed it until I called out. If this matter spreads, it will affect the Shaolin Sect's face. It's really damaging.