Travel through the heavens

Xuan Ci and other eminent monks sent many disciples down the mountain, only to ask them to look for a man named "Yan Longyuan". They did not tell them the reason, nor did they make clear his true identity as "Murong Bo". Therefore, Xiao Yuanshan did not know that these two people were the same person.

Xiao Feng said: "Dad, Yan Longyuan is Murong Bo's alias."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuanshan's eyes widened in anger and he shouted, "What?! Yan Longyuan is the old thief Murong!"

But then he let out a long roar, and then he struck a big tree several feet away with his palm. After a "crack" sound, the tree trunk as thick as a bucket turned into wood chips all over the sky and was blown away by the mountain wind.

After Xiao Yuanshan vented his anger, he said in annoyance, "It's a pity that my father fought him three times, but he didn't know his true face and didn't kill him. He even called him a brother. I was really blind."

Xiao Feng consoled him, "Father, Murong is a treacherous old villain. He has deceived countless heroes in the world. If my master hadn't told me, the Central Plains martial arts community would have thought he was dead. Now that we know the truth, we will go find him and kill him. Don't be upset, father."

Xiao Yuanshan said bitterly, "The deep hatred between my father and I and the old villain Murong will never be resolved until death. Since the divine monk knows where I live, he must also know where the old villain Murong is. Let's go find him and ask."

The four of them then turned back the way they had come and returned to the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Library. However, this time, there was no one else in the library except the four monks who were guarding it.

Xiao Yuanshan used his internal strength and shouted loudly: "Divine monk, Xiao Yuanshan requests to see you. Please, Buddha, please come down." The voice echoed throughout the mountains.

But after a long time, the Sweeping Monk still did not show up, but instead, Xuan Ci, Xuan Ku and other eminent monks came running over.

Xuan Ci looked at Xiao Yuanshan with a complicated expression, clasped his hands together and said, "Well done, well done! Old donor Xiao, I made a big mistake in the battle outside Yanmen Pass. I should have paid with my life long ago. I am ashamed to live to this day. I am really shameless. Your son is kind-hearted and will not kill me. If you want revenge, I will never escape."

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yuanshan glanced at Xuanci, waved his hand impatiently, and said, "Master, let's end our feud now. You are the abbot of Shaolin Temple. Please invite the monk from your temple to come. I want to ask the monk about the whereabouts of the old thief Murong."

Xuan Ci was stunned for a moment, then he clasped his hands together again and said, "Thank you, old donor Xiao, for your magnanimity. Donor Murong Bo spread false information back then, which led to many serious mistakes. Some time ago, he also killed fellow disciple Xuan Bei of our temple. I also asked the divine monk for the whereabouts of Donor Murong."

"The divine monk said, 'Buddha is merciful. Buddhist disciples serving under his throne should refrain from anger and resentment, let alone murderous intent. If one clings to illusions, one will fall into the lower realms. If donor Murong Bo can put down his butcher knife, he will naturally turn back. If he persists in his delusion, he will only suffer in vain. Why should we be trapped in karma and increase our karma?"

Xiao Yuanshan refuted, "Master, I am not a Buddhist disciple, nor do I practice Buddhism. I am not afraid of karma. I only know that Murong Bo and I have a deep blood feud. If I don't take revenge, I will be unworthy of being a human being."

At this time, a peaceful and deep voice sounded: "Amitabha, when will the cycle of revenge end? All phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows; like dew and lightning, you should view them in this way. Mr. Xiao is obsessed with hatred and only sees the various aspects. How can he see the Tathagata and be liberated?"

The voice came from all directions, and Xiao Yuanshan and others had no way of telling where the person who was speaking was.

Fang Muye sneered, and with a shake of his body, he flew towards the west, saying, "The divine monk is wrong. If the knife doesn't stab you, how can you truly feel the pain of the flesh? If you can't bear to see one person suffer, how can you bear the suffering of all living beings? How can you talk about saving all living beings? If the divine monk doesn't want to tell us Murong Bo's whereabouts, then don't tell us. Why would he persuade people to let go of their hatred?"

As he spoke, the man had already disappeared into the woods.

Everyone jumped up hurriedly and chased after Fang Muye.

Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng's martial arts skills had both reached the pinnacle, and in the blink of an eye, they were already far away. Duan Yu's martial arts skills were also extremely high, and he had cultivated the miraculous "Lingbo Weibu", which was not inferior to him and his son in any way.

However, the Shaolin Temple's Xuan generation monks, although they were also very good at light work, were inferior to the three people in front of them and fell far behind.

Xiao Yuanshan and his two companions hurried forward, passed through a small forest, and jumped onto the roof of a Shaolin Temple building. They then saw Fang Muye and the Sweeping Monk facing each other in the courtyard.

The three of them floated into the courtyard, stood beside Fang Muye, and bowed to the sweeping monk and said, "Greetings, divine monk."

The sweeping monk clasped his hands together and said to Xiao Yuanshan with a smile, "Mr. Xiao, what Donor Fang said just now is absolutely right. I was lying."

Xiao Yuanshan said: "The divine monk is merciful. Xiao is indeed not as good as me. I beg the divine monk to tell me where Murong Bo is now."

The sweeping monk shook his head and said, "Monks do not tell lies. Lay Buddhist Murong Bo left many years ago, and I do not know where he is now. However, Lay Buddhist Murong suffers from excruciating pain every day, and his life is worse than death. It is unnecessary for Lay Buddhist Xiao to seek revenge on him."

Xiao Yuanshan asked: "Since the divine monk has not seen Murong Bo for many years, how can he know that he is suffering?"

The sweeping monk sighed and said, "Mr. Xiao, do you feel a dull pain in the Liangmen and Taiyi points on your lower abdomen recently?"

Xiao Yuanshan was startled and said, "The divine monk sees clearly, that is exactly the case."

The sweeping monk asked again, "How is the numbness in your Guanyuan acupoint these days?"

Xiao Yuanshan was even more surprised, and said in a trembling voice: "This numb area was only the size of a little finger nine years ago, but now it is almost the size of an egg."

Suddenly, the sound of tiles on the roof was heard, and eight eminent monks of the Xuan generation, including Xuan Ci, jumped into the courtyard. They were all well-educated and wise men. Seeing that Xiao Yuanshan was talking to the sweeping monk, they did not disturb them and stood quietly by the side.

When Xiao Feng heard that his father had strange phenomena at three important acupoints, which had been bothering his father for years and could not be eliminated, it became a big concern. He was about to speak, but he saw his master slightly shaking his head at him. The meaning in his eyes clearly told him not to worry, so he felt relieved.

Then the sweeping monk said slowly, "The book of Shaolin's 72 unique skills has always been in the Sutra Library, and disciples have never been prohibited from reading it. However, Shaolin Temple has been built for hundreds of years. From ancient times to the present, only the founder Bodhidharma has mastered all the unique skills. Since then, no monk has been able to master all kinds of martial arts. Do you know why this is?"

Seeing that no one answered, Xuan thought hard for a moment and said, "Each of the 72 unique skills of our temple can injure people's vital points and take their lives. They are fierce and cruel, and they greatly violate the harmony of nature. Therefore, each unique skill must be resolved with corresponding compassionate Buddhist teachings. If you don't base your practice on Buddhism, you will definitely hurt yourself when practicing martial arts. The deeper you practice, the more serious the injury. Only when your Buddhist teachings are higher and your compassion is stronger, you can practice more martial arts skills. However, the monks who have reached such a realm of cultivation are unwilling to learn more powerful methods of killing people."

The sweeping monk smiled and nodded, praising: "Master Xuanku's Buddhist teachings are truly profound."

Xuan Ku clasped his hands together and said, "Master, you are too kind."

The sweeping monk continued, "When Mr. Xiao and Mr. Murong came to the Sutra Library, they only regarded the martial arts books as treasures, but discarded the words and teachings of my ancestors and the sayings and insights of the great monks of past generations. Mr. Xiao was still better. He only practiced how to restrain the existing martial arts of the Shaolin School. Mr. Murong was greedy and wanted to gain more. The last time I saw him in the temple, I found that he had already practiced all the methods of using the 72 unique skills."

"You two are not proficient in Buddhism, but you are forcing yourself to practice Shaolin's unique skills. You will definitely get hurt. Mr. Xiao's symptoms are still mild, but Mr. Murong's symptoms must be excruciating and unbearable. Mr. Murong is suffering the consequences and is in great pain. Even so, will Mr. Xiao still seek revenge on Mr. Murong?"