Selling jars in Xueyue City, Li Hanyi comes to visit

Today, Xuanci did not wear the abbot's robe, but a plain white robe, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand.

Behind him were dozens of Shaolin disciples holding long sticks.

Long after the incident in Xingzilin.

Xuanci had expected this day to come.

The incident at Yanmen Pass could no longer be concealed.

The incident at Yanmen Pass had been buried in his heart for thirty years, and Xuanci had also felt guilty for thirty years.

Today he was ready to die to atone for his sins.

Let go of the grudges of thirty years.

"I know what you are here for."

"I was the leader of the Yanmen Pass incident."

"It was my faulty judgment that caused the separation of Mr. Xiao's family, the innocent deaths of many martial arts heroes in the Central Plains, and the constant conflicts on the Song-Liao border."

"I know that I have committed a serious crime, and I am willing to die to atone for it today."

When Xuan Ci said this, the whole audience was shocked.

Although some people had guessed it before, it was just a guess, and they did not think it was true.

Now, Xuan Ci himself admitted it.

This shocked everyone present.

Xuan Ci is a Taishan Beidou in the Jianghu of the Song Dynasty.

Shaolin's status in the Jianghu is also obvious to all.

Such a sinful thing was actually done by the highly respected Shaolin abbot.

For a while, everyone found it difficult to accept.

"I can't believe it. I really can't believe it."

"The abbot of Shaolin was actually the leader of Yanmen Pass."

"It's really unbelievable!"

Bao Bu Tong narrowed his eyes and stroked the tuft of beard on his chin and muttered to himself.

"Master, I didn't expect this show to be so exciting!"

Zhai Xingzi beside Ding Chunqiu said with a smile.

"Pah——"

Ding Chunqiu's goose feather fan hit Zhai Xingzi's head directly.

"Don't just watch the show."

"The most important thing is to find out the strange iron box."

Although Ding Chunqiu was also quite shocked that Xuan Ci was the leader, it was far less interesting than his interest in Wuling Hongguang.

"Yes, yes, I remember it!"

"I will definitely find out the origin of the iron box."

Zhaixingzi bowed his head and said.

"Also, where did that old guy Su Xinghe go?"

"When will the Zhenlong chess game start?"

"Master, don't worry, I will find out everything."

"You just need to wait for the news."

Ding Chunqiu nodded with satisfaction.

"What? The leader is Xuanci?"

The old naughty boy's eyes were about to pop out.

"Xuanci is indeed guilty of a serious crime, but the person who spread the false news behind the scenes is the most hateful."

Hong Qigong said.

As for the fact that the leader is Xuanci, Hong Qigong had guessed it as early as when he heard that Xiao Feng was coming to Shaolin to seek revenge.

After all, thirtyYears ago, there were not many people who could command the heroes of the Song Dynasty.

At this time, Hong Qigong was more curious about who the person behind the scenes that Xiao Feng mentioned was!

"I just said it casually, I didn't expect it was Xuan Ci."

"I think you are a bad mouth."

"Xuan Ci did such a thing, and he still has the face to be the abbot of Shaolin."

"Xuan Ci is indeed guilty of serious crimes, but the one who sent false information behind the scenes deserves death."

"Yes, the person behind the scenes is the most hateful and unforgivable."

"Xuan Ci, of course you don't deserve to die."

"Back then, my wife and I took Feng'er back to my parents' home to visit relatives, and we didn't bring anyone with us. Don't you have any doubts about this in your hearts?"

"My master is originally from the Central Plains. I swore not to kill people from the Central Plains, but you forced my family to be destroyed."

"Is this what you people from the Central Plains are like? You talk about morality, but you are so cruel and ruthless when you do things."

Xiao Yuanshan glanced coldly at all the people in the martial arts world present and said angrily.

Xiao Yuanshan still remembers the scene that happened that year.

He will never forget that day.

"Xiao Yuanshan, you are wrong to say that."

"What do you mean by people from the Central Plains?"

"Don't deny all of us because of a few people!" (To read the violent novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

"Yes, yes, this matter has nothing to do with us."

"We are all ordinary people and cannot bear such a big responsibility."

"Don't meddle in this here!"

Seeing Xiao Yuanshan's glance, one person quickly stopped him.

Xiao Feng took two steps forward and looked at Abbot Xuanci: "Abbot, all heroes and heroes are here today. Xiao hopes that you can take the initiative to tell us who was behind the scenes."

"Give me and my father a clean name."

"Give an explanation to those innocent people who died in the Song-Liao conflict."

Although Xiao Feng knew that the person who spread the false news behind the scenes was Murong Bo.

But Murong Bo has a huge influence in Jiangnan.

In order to restore the country, Xiao Feng judged that there must be a lot of people in the martial arts world that he had won over, and they are likely to be at the scene.

If I only rely on my one-sided words, I am afraid that I will not be able to convince all the martial arts people.

And Murong Bo is likely to turn the tables.

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So only when Xuanci speaks out this answer will it be credible enough.

"That's right, find out who's behind this."[]

As soon as Xiao Feng finished speaking, someone in the crowd raised his fist and shouted.

"Although we hate the Liao people, we hate those who maliciously provoked the war even more."

"That's right. In recent years, I don't know how many innocent people have died tragically. They are the culprits of all this."

"Find out who's behind this, blood debt must be paid with blood!"

"Find out who's behind this, blood debt must be paid with blood!!"

More and more people followed suitShouted.

"Xuan Ci, at this point, there is no need for you to continue to protect the person who spread the false news."

Seeing that Xuan Ci was still unwilling to speak, Hong Qigong stepped forward and said.

"Amitabha!"

Xuan Ci chanted a Buddhist name and sighed.

Then he said: "The person who spread the news to me back then was——"

Xuan Ci looked at Murong Fu and his group in the crowd.

"Fuck, Xuan Ci, you old man, why are you looking at me? It's not me!"

"Is there something wrong with your eyes? It seems that it's not you that people see?"

Seeing the strange look from Xuan Ci.

Murong Fu's heart trembled slightly.

Thinking secretly.

Why is this old monk looking at me?

Thirty years ago, I was just born at that time.

How could it be me?

Thinking about it, Murong Fu seemed to have thought of something?

Could it be my father?

"Who is it? Tell me!"

"That's right, my heart is in my throat."

"Fuck, it can't be that young master? Look, Xuan Ci has been staring at him."

"No way, he is Murong Fu, the young master of the Murong family in Jiangnan, why would he do this?"

"Hey, I wonder if you two have a problem with your brain or your eyes?"

"Hey, why are you scolding people? What did we say wrong?"

"That's right, there are so many people, Xuan Ci didn't look at him, but only looked at Murong Fu, how can it be impossible?"

"Oh, I'm speechless!"

"Murong Fu is less than 30 years old, is he delivering information in his previous life?"

"Haha——"

There was laughter all around.

"He is Murong Bo."

Xuan Ci looked at Xiao Yuanshan again and finally said Murong Bo.

The three words Murong Bo were undoubtedly like a huge rock that hit the lake and stirred up huge waves.

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