I, Qiao Feng, start by killing all the Beggars' Sect

Following Murong Fu's questioning, the atmosphere in the field immediately turned cold.

At this time, Xuan Ci looked at the sweeping monk, stepped forward and saluted, saying: "Senior, may I ask who you are..."

The sweeping monk chanted a Buddhist name, "I am just a sweeping monk in the Sutra Library. The abbot does not need to pay attention to me."

After saying this, he slowly walked back to the Sutra Library, seemingly unwilling to get involved in martial arts affairs.

Xuan Ci was shocked and bowed slightly towards the Sutra Repository.

Then he looked at everyone and said, "This is the important place of Shaolin Sutra Library. If you want to continue the discussion, please move to the Great Hall."

After saying that, Xuan Ci led all the Shaolin masters away from the Sutra Repository.

Although the others were curious, they had no choice but to follow Xuan Ci back.

Even Murong Fu and Jiumozhi did not continue to attack at this time until everyone returned to the main hall.

When many martial arts masters looked at Qiao Feng, Xuan Ci and others, there was a lot more inquiry in their eyes.

Murong Fu and others stared at Qiao Feng.

Jiumozhi watched all this with a smile, as if the questioning just now had nothing to do with him.

Murong Fu said coldly, "Qiao Feng, now is the time for you to explain clearly what happened to my father. He has long been in deep sleep, how can you slander him like this?"

Qiao Feng smiled and said, "Okay, since you want to know, I will tell you whether the false information spread by Murong Bo thirty years ago was true or not. Does Abbot Xuanci know?"

Halfway through his words, he suddenly turned around and stared at Xuan Ci.

Xuan Ci's heart skipped a beat, and facing the stares of the crowd, he had no choice but to stand up.

His face was full of bitterness, "It is true."

Qiao Feng ignored the shocked and puzzled looks of others and continued, "I'm sure many people in the martial arts world know about the battle at Shaolin Temple a few days ago. Who was the dead? Please tell me, abbot."

Xuan Ci sighed, "Amitabha, it is the old donor Murong."

Murong Fu shouted, "Impossible, my father has been dead for many years."

Qiao Feng ignored his shouting and continued, "Murong Bo committed such a tragic crime thirty years ago, faked his death and hid his identity, and has been secretly learning the seventy-two unique skills in the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Library. A few days ago, I found out the truth and found his biological father, Xiao Yuanshan.

"Are you curious about what happened in Shaolin Temple that day?

“Today, Qiao will explain everything clearly. My father and I lured Murong Bo out of the Shaolin Temple and killed him. The sweeper in the Sutra Library tried to stop us after he found out, but it was too late.

"After that, we left. My father, Xiao Yuanshan, went into seclusion to recover from his injuries. He was captured by the thieves and threatened me. Then, he issued a call for heroes to gather you all here. This is the whole truth."

"Abbot Xuanci, is that man really my father?" Murong Fu couldn't believe it.

Xuan Ci nodded silently: "It's Donor Murong Bo."

Everyone's eyes shifted between the few people, with confusion and shock.

Because when Xiao Yuanshan gave his last words, he clearly said that Xuan Ci would lead the way in killing his family of three.

As for Qiao Feng, he set his sights on Xuan Ci.

“Abbot, I, Qiao Feng, did not start this matter, but now that it has come to this, I think the truth of what happened back then should be revealed.”

Xuan Ci sighed again and put his palms together, "Amitabha, what happened back then was my fault. I believed the false news and caused the tragedy."

There was an uproar in the field.

Qiao Feng raised his hand to silence the noise and said, "The mysterious thief threatened me with revealing today that Abbot Xuanci was the leader. He also gathered you all here, so his purpose is obvious."

Everyone looked at each other and started talking.

"I see. So, the mysterious man wants to embarrass Shaolin?"

"It's more than embarrassing Shaolin. If the Sweeping Master hadn't shown his strength, Shaolin would have been in chaos today."

"What a terrible thought, what exactly does this person want to do?"

"There were so many strong people present that they could not notice that there was someone in the dark. The opponent's strength was terrifying."

……

Amid the discussions, Xuan Ci walked out slowly, and the place suddenly became quiet.

"You are all famous martial artists. What Mr. Qiao said just now is indeed true. I am the leader. The mistakes I made back then have made Xuan Ci restless for the past 30 years. I have been praying to the Buddha for forgiveness, but I cannot resist the sins in my heart..."

Everyone's face showed shock. Xuan Ci admitted it himself. Now it was confirmed. Shaolin might not have peace today.

Combined with the news that came out of Xingzilin before.

Xuan Ci led people to kill someone's wife thirty years ago, and caused Qiao Feng and his son to be estranged for thirty years. Now that they have just recognized each other, Xiao Yuanshan almost died again.

Such a tragedy is about to happen, and everyone can't help but shudder at the thought of it.

If it happens to oneself, who can be calm?

The powerful men in Shaolin Temple were all shocked.

Is the abbot really the leader?

But Xuan Ci continued, "Now that Hero Qiao has spoken the truth, I can finally remove the shackles that have been weighing on my heart for so many years.

"All Shaolin disciples, listen up. The abbot has violated the precepts and killed innocent people, causing tragedy on earth. This is against the compassion of Buddhism. According to the temple rules, his cultivation will be abolished and he will be punished with 100 strokes of the cane."

"Abbot, no."

Everyone in Shaolin was shocked, and Xuan Ji and others shouted in unison.

"No need to say more, where is the head of the Discipline Hall? Execution."

Xuan Ci shouted.

Then, he suddenly raised his palm and pierced his own dantian, destroying all his pure cultivation.

Xuan Ji and others beside him did not expect Xuan Ci to act so quickly. They tried to stop him, but it was too late. They could only watch Xuan Ci's martial arts skills being wasted.

"Abbott..."

All the Shaolin disciples exclaimed in unison, their faces heavy, and they subconsciously put their palms together, silently reciting scriptures in their hearts.

puff……

Blood spurted out, and Xuan Ci fell to his knees weakly, "You still don't want to be tortured?"

Xuan Ji sighed and led two disciples to stand up.

Many martial artists showed signs of pity and spoke in low voices.

"What happened thirty years ago was Murong Bo's fault. He is already dead. Abbot Xuanci's punishment is too severe."

"Why not just give him a hundred lashes of the cane and resign from his position as abbot?"

"Shaolin is still in chaos today, but why didn't Qiao Feng say anything?"

"What else are you talking about? Hero Qiao himself is the victim."

"Tsk, Abbot Xuanci didn't check the authenticity of the news, and he was eager to lead people to Yanmen Pass to stop Hero Qiao and his family of three. Who knows what he was thinking at the time."

"What are you talking about, Demon Sect witch? Abbot Xuanci was deceived by Murong Bo."

"Shut up, everyone."

Finally, Murong Fu's crazy roar brought silence to the scene.

His eyes were filled with resentment as he glanced at Xuan Ci and Qiao Feng.

"May I ask, abbot, where is my father's body?"

Xuan Ci said with great pain: "He has been buried in the back mountain."

Everyone shut up and looked at the scene. After all, this was Shaolin's business and it was not convenient for them to interfere. They could only talk about it.

bang bang bang...

Each blow of the stick seemed to hit everyone's heart.

After only thirty blows, Xuan Ci felt dizzy and his breath was almost weak, but he managed to stay on his knees without falling down.

He had just lost his martial arts and was weaker than an ordinary person. He simply couldn't bear it.

"Amitabha……"

At this moment, a middle-aged monk suddenly walked slowly towards them.

The rod in the executioner's hand was also blocked by an invisible force and could not fall.

"I am a poor monk, Xuancheng."

The middle-aged monk spoke slowly.