Master of Martial Arts, please enjoy a drunken revelry in the martial world.

Chapter 232 Speeding Up the Process

The truth about Yanmen Pass is not complicated. Gu Qianbei has explained it several times in the past few days and is already very familiar with it.

Qiao Feng quickly understood.

So, the group quickly finalized their itinerary.

Shaolin!

What they need to do now is confirm everything with Xuan Ci.

Of course, Gu Qianbei doesn't need it, but Qiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan do.

After the family reunion ceremony, everyone headed to Shaolin Temple together.

Gu Qianbei told Xiao Yuanshan to put on a bamboo hat to cover his face so as not to cause any trouble.

Xiao Yuanshan complied accordingly.

Inside the Shaolin Temple.

Abbot Xuanci and the others quickly received the news, and all the experts gathered in the Great Hall of the Buddha to welcome Gu Qianbei and the others.

"Amitabha. I wonder what brings Chief Qiao to Shaolin Temple so suddenly?"

Xuan Ci cupped his hands and said, his attitude quite polite.

Qiao Feng is now the leader of the Beggars' Sect, and his status in the martial arts world is in no way inferior to that of Shaolin, so Xuanci will naturally not neglect him.

"Abbot Xuanci, there is something I would like to discuss with you privately. I wonder if we could find a quiet place?"

Qiao Feng didn't want to make a big deal out of this, so he spoke up.

Although Xuan Ci found it strange, he still nodded in agreement.

"Alright. Please, Chief Qiao and the others, follow me to the meditation room."

Soon, the group arrived at the meditation room, where Xiao Yuanshan removed his bamboo hat, revealing his true face.

"Xuanci, do you still remember me?"

Xiao Yuanshan gave a cold laugh.

"It's you! You're still alive!"

Xuan Ci recognized Xiao Yuanshan instantly, and his expression turned to disbelief.

After all, the memories Xiao Yuanshan left him were so profound that he couldn't help but remember them.

"Hahaha! Of course I'm still alive! You'd love for me to be dead, wouldn't you?"

Xiao Yuanshan sneered.

"Amitabha, Elder Xiao, this old monk absolutely did not mean that."

We made a terrible mistake back then, and we've been suffering every day ever since.

Seeing that Elder Xiao is safe and sound, my guilt has lessened considerably.

It seems that Elder Xiao and Chief Qiao have recognized each other?

As Xuanci said this, he was somewhat worried.

If Qiao Feng were to recognize Xiao Yuanshan, would it pose a threat to the martial arts world of the Song Dynasty?

If they could do that, then they would have made another grave mistake.

Gu Qianbei seemed to have noticed Xuan Ci's worry, so he said, "Abbot, there is no need to worry."

We've come here simply to clarify that old case.

"Explain clearly? Is there anything unclear about the matter of Yanmen Pass?"

Xuan Ci asked in confusion.

"Of course we were! Why did you initially think our family went to Shaolin to steal the martial arts manuals?"

Xiao Yuanshan glared angrily and questioned him in a cold voice.

"This... Amitabha. Benefactor Xiao, that person has already passed away. If you pursue the matter, it will inevitably implicate his descendants. Please be lenient."

Xuan Ci advised.

"Haha, you still have time to care about other people?"

Aren't you afraid that Feng'er and I will join forces and slaughter your Shaolin Temple?

Xiao Yuanshan laughed loudly.

"Father! Don't talk nonsense!"

Qiao Feng quickly stopped Xiao Yuanshan.

No matter what, he couldn't possibly have slaughtered the Shaolin Temple.

His mentor, Master Xuanku, is still in the temple.

Gu Qianbei was too lazy to listen to Xuan Ci's rambling nonsense; these Shaolin monks were just so unpleasant.

If it were Master Jianchi, he would have already explained everything, instead of feigning compassion.

Right is right, and wrong is wrong. What kind of nonsense is this, covering it up?

Is this compassion?

Is this kindness?

This is protecting criminals!

Xuanci's philosophy is truly baffling; I wonder where all his Buddhist knowledge has gone.

"Abbot Xuanci, was it Murong Bo who spread false information back then?"

How did you know?

Abbot Xuanci was greatly surprised.

"You don't need to worry about that. Murong Bo is much smarter than you, and you're still here covering for him."

You thought he was dead? He's actually doing just fine.

Over the years, he has frequently come to your Shaolin Temple's Sutra Repository to steal secret manuals.

"I'm afraid he's now stolen and learned all seventy-two of your unique skills."

"What? How is this possible? He's not dead?"

Xuan Ci was greatly alarmed.

"He's not dead. He's doing very well. Over the years, he's even managed to get the identity of Yan Longyuan in the Great Yuan Dynasty, and he's living a very prestigious life."

"W-what...what's going on?"

Xuan Ci was puzzled and asked a question.

Gu Qianbei understands, Gu Qianbei answers.

Through this question and answer, the truth became clear, and everyone understood.

Gu Qianbei took a sip of wine to moisten his throat.

Talking is so tiring.

I should do this kind of work less often in the future.

"So, the guy I've been running into in the library all these years is Murong Bo, the one who killed my wife?"

I fought him many times, but I still couldn't kill him!

Hahaha! I'm so incredibly stupid!

"Feng'er, tonight we'll lie in wait and ambush him, we must kill this Murong Bo!"

Xiao Yuanshan said.

"Yes, Father!"

Qiao Feng had no objection to this.

Such a malicious person must not be let off the hook.

Azhu wanted to say something, but ultimately hesitated and stopped.

He didn't really have any impression of Murong Bo.

After all, when she was bought back, Murong Bo had already faked his death and escaped.

Therefore, she had no feelings for Murong Bo.

However, this matter would inevitably involve Murong Fu, the young master she had watched grow up since childhood, and she really didn't want to see him die at Qiao Feng's hands.

But is she going to persuade Qiao Feng not to seek revenge?

She can't do it either.

After all, it was the hatred of killing one's mother, an irreconcilable enmity.

"I never expected to find myself in this dilemma again."

Azhu smiled bitterly in resignation.

Before it was his biological father and lover; this time it's his son and lover.

Her life was truly tragic.

"If you want to kill Murong Bo, it's best to avoid the Sutra Repository."

That old monk who sweeps the floor likes to meddle in other people's business.

Once he gets involved in this mess, you'll never get your revenge.

He might even be moved by Buddhist teachings, lay down his butcher's knife, and become a monk.

Gu Qianbei reminded him.

He knew that the Sweeper Monk seemed to have nothing better to do than to do things that left people scratching their heads.

These monks are really interesting.

They always advised the victims to let go of their hatred and not to get caught in a cycle of revenge, because it would never end.

They especially like to persuade victims when they have the ability to take revenge, as if that makes them seem noble enough.

If you like to give advice so much, why don't you wait until the victim has taken revenge before trying to persuade the perpetrator's family to let go of their hatred and not seek revenge?

Wouldn't that eliminate the hatred?

So all you do is bully honest people, huh?

Because you tried to persuade the murderer's family, but they wouldn't listen and ended up cutting you up too, right?

When faced with people spouting this nonsense, you should first chop them up a dozen times until they're crippled, and then ask them if they forgive you.

Only by forgiving can people believe that you are genuinely here to persuade people to do good, rather than just spouting empty rhetoric and occupying the moral high ground.

Even so, it doesn't necessarily mean they have to listen to you and lay down their weapons.

Because who told you that I have to be good?

All I want is revenge!