Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 350 Come, Raise Your Frostmourne

Anger flashed in Murong Fu's eyes, but he quickly suppressed the emotion.

"What do you want? I... I'll give you Canhe Manor, how about that? I'll also give you Shishui Pavilion and Tingxiangshui Pavilion... I'll give them all to you... You don't have to live in Xiaojing Lake anymore. Take A-Bi, A-Zi and the others to move to the south of the Yangtze River, go boating on warm days, play the zither on rainy days, and not far to the south is my aunt's Mantuo Villa. Isn't that better than living in Xinyang?"

A-Bi, who was not far away, looked at Wang Yuyan, then at Murong Fu, and then thought of Bao Bu Tong, Feng Bo'e, Deng Baichuan, Gong Ye Qian, the four retainers of the Murong family, as well as herself and A'zhu. If even Chanhe Manor was gone, Murong Fu would really be pulled bald by the monk Kongxu.

"Shanhe Village? Not interested."

Chu Pingsheng said: "I may be able to spare your life, but your father must die today, but..."

"But what?"

"How about we make a deal?"

Deal? Another deal.

Murong Fu was suddenly overwhelmed. Xiao Feng, Jiumozhi, and him, anyone who had done business with Monk Kongxu had never had a good ending.

After adjusting his mindset, he grinned, but with a slightly bitter smile.

"What deal?"

"Murong Bo is doomed today. The only difference is who will kill him, Guo Yanzhi or you..."

"Me? You...what do you mean?"

After hearing this, Murong Fu's head buzzed and almost exploded. Even the people around who were watching the fun were stunned where they were.

What is he doing?
Forcing Ah Zhu to kill Xiao Yuanshan was vicious enough, but now she wants to kill her son's father?

Murong Bo, who was lying on the ground, also opened his eyes wide and looked at him with resentment: "Empty... You are not a human!"

Chu Pingsheng ignored him. Looking at Master Murong, whose expression changed from confusion to anger, forbearance, and anxiety, he said, "Xiao Feng is useless. You can no longer be the follower of the Liaonan Court King. Prince Yanqing is also disappointed in you and has severed the relationship of father and son. The Central Plains martial arts world can no longer tolerate your Murong family. After today, it is not an exaggeration to say that you are a rat crossing the street that everyone wants to beat. The dream of reviving Dayan seems to be coming to an end. But don't worry..."

Chu Pingsheng patted his shoulder: "I have arranged a shortcut for you."

"shortcut?"

"Second Senior Sister, I remember your granddaughter doesn't have a husband yet, what do you think of Master Murong?"

When Li Qiushui heard this, her expression changed slightly. She was unwilling and resisting, but she was also very clear that if the monk Kongxu wanted wind to rise, thunder would not dare to speak, and if he wanted rain to fall, the sky would not dare to refuse. If she did not respond to him, Yelu Hongji's fate would be the future of her and her son.

It's okay to sacrifice a princess to win the favor of Monk Kongxu.

"He is flexible and realistic, unlike Xiao Feng. I think Mr. Murong is pretty good."

"So..." Chu Pingsheng waved his hand at Murong Bo: "Kill him, and I will act as a matchmaker for you and let you be the prince consort of Xixia, how about that?"

The whole audience was in an uproar and everyone was in a state of isolation.

Everyone knew that Monk Kongxu was good at playing, but no one thought he was so good at playing.

The people of Xingxiu Sect called him the Holy Monk, but what a bullshit Holy Monk, he was clearly a devil full of evil tastes.

Father and son, you looked at me, I looked at you, and time seemed to stand still.

"Your father is going to die anyway, so why not make his death more meaningful? He died once before, twenty years ago, and now he is just correcting his mistake. Besides, killing your own relatives for the sake of justice can help you draw a clear line between you and the old villain and restore your reputation. It can be said that you can kill two birds with one stone." Chu Pingsheng continued to persuade him, "You also know that I, the monk, have never broken my promise."

Kill Murong Bo, the prince consort of Western Xia, and the restoration of the country will be possible.

If Murong Bo is not killed, he will become the public enemy of the martial arts world and will never be able to make a comeback.

Murong Fu's eyes changed as he constantly weighed the gains and losses.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Guo Yanzhi laughed loudly and pointed at Murong Bo, saying, "Old thief Murong, you have been stirring up trouble and sowing discord in the martial arts world all day long. Now I will let you have a taste of what I will suffer."

He lifted the hem of his long gown and kowtowed three times to Chu Pingsheng.

"Shaolin Temple has always claimed to be the pillar of righteousness. I used to respect it very much. But now it seems that it is just a fraud and a false reputation."

After he finished speaking, he stood up from the ground, sheathed the dagger, turned around and walked outside, raising his arms and laughing as he walked.

"Hahaha, Master, did you see it in the spirit of heaven? Hahahaha..."

"..." "..."

"..."

The scene was silent, and no one spoke for a long time, because everyone could understand his feelings.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were such villains, but the old monk with white eyebrows from Shaolin Temple was still determined to convert them. Even if he relieved their anger, what would it matter? It would only give Shaolin Temple two more thugs. Now that Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were executed, it was a commitment to justice, righteousness, and chivalry, and it was a comfort to the relatives and friends of the victims.

Xuan Ji, Xuan Xin, Xuan Chan and the others retreated step by step amid the contemptuous gazes of the crowd, not looking like great monks at all.

Look at Murong Fu again. Although Guo Yanzhi had revealed Monk Kongxu's thoughts, this was an open conspiracy. The moment he hesitated about the issue of patricide, he had become the biggest joke in the world.

Da da da……

Tieguai knocked against the stone slab. Duan Yanqing came from behind and said ventriloquially, "If you have a biological father, how can I be at ease? Kill him. From now on, you will be the only one left in the Murong family. You will only have me as your foster father. Then I can completely trust you. I will just pretend that Murong Bo's internal force transmission to ask you to surrender to Xiao Feng, the King of the Southern Court of Liao, never happened. How do you do that?"

This one sentence broke down all of Murong Fu's defenses.

"Foster father... that's right, it was my father who forced me to do this. He forced me to do this..."

At this point, Murong Fu had no way to retreat. There was panic on his face and his movements were busy. After a moment, a fierce look flashed in his eyes and he suddenly thrust the sword in his hand into Murong Bo's chest.

puff.

The long sword penetrated his body.

"Okay, okay, okay."

Murong Bo said "good" three times in a row, and it was unclear whether he was praising his son for a good job or speaking sarcastically.

Such a hero as him, in order to revive the Great Yan, stirred up all kinds of troubles and sowed discord in the martial arts world, but he did not expect that in the end he would die at the hands of his own son's sword.

"Cousin...you...how could you..."

Wang Yuyan stared at the scene in front of her in a daze. She, who was as calm as a chrysanthemum, had a complicated expression on her face. It was hard for her to accept the scene that the cousin she had admired since childhood killed his father with his own hands.

Duan Zhengchun glanced at Duan Yu and felt a chill on the back of his head. He knew that with Monk Kongxu's vengeful character, he didn't know how the monk would take revenge on him.

Xuansheng, Xuanji and others chanted the Buddha's name crazily. The disciples of Junshan Sect, Taishan Sect, Qinjiazhai and other sects had different expressions. Some looked at Murong Fu with disdain, some were shocked, some were mocking, and some sighed...

Swish.

Murong Fu drew out his sword and watched his father's blood drip onto the bluestone slab: "Are you satisfied now?"

Chu Pingsheng said: "Mr. Murong sacrificed his own family for the sake of justice, well done."

Yue Lao San laughed loudly in the back: "Boss, I really think that you should give the title of the world's number one villain to Monk Kong Xu. I, Yue Lao Er, promise to be the first to obey him. Ye San Niang, what do you think? Ye San Niang?"

After he asked, he realized that Ye Erniang was gone. Turning his head, he saw that she had taken Xu Zhu to Xuan Ci at some point. The old monk stretched out his trembling hand and touched his son's bald head and face, and said, "All dharmas are empty, but cause and effect are not empty." After he finished speaking, he raised his head, looked up at the sky for a few breaths, then closed his eyes and lowered his head.

Xu Zhu didn't know what had happened until Xuan Chan exclaimed "Senior Brother" and he and Xuan Nian went forward to touch Xuan Ci, only to find that Xuan Ci had severed his own heart meridian and died.

Ye Erniang burst into tears and pulled out a dagger to follow Xuan Ci. At this moment, a strong force hit her shoulder, and the dagger flew out and fell to the ground with a clang.

"Ye Erniang, do you think that given the relationship between Xu Zhu and me, Shaolin Temple can still accommodate him? How can a little monk who can only chant sutras and do odd jobs survive after he returns to secular life? You and Xuanci have not fulfilled your parental duties for more than 20 years. Although you do deserve to die, even if you do, you must at least find a wife for your son and give birth to a son or daughter. It won't be too late for you to die then."

After hearing this, Ye Erniang was shocked. She stretched out her hand to Xuanci and slowly placed it on the face of Xu Zhu, who kept calling her "mother". She felt that what Monk Kongxu said was not wrong.

Seeing that Chu Pingsheng had escaped danger and everyone's attention was focused on Murong Bo and Xuan Ci who had just died, Gan Baobao secretly retreated, wanting to escape in the chaos, but she was stopped by a woman with a red flower in her hair.

"Let's go. We'll go back to Dali with you to rescue your daughter."

"You are……"

"My name is Shi Qinglu, and he is my senior brother, Gou Du."

Gan Baobao immediately understood: "Did he tell you to do this?"

Gou Du put the bookshelf on his back onto the horse's back and said, "I don't need my uncle's instructions for this kind of thing."

Shi Qinglu said, "Let's go quickly. Now that this matter is over, your daughter's life experience will surely cause an uproar in the martial arts world. If anyone has evil intentions, Wanjie Valley is not a safe place."

Gan Baobao thought it made sense. If Ye Erniang did this, not to mention those who were enemies of Monk Kongxu, such as Duan Zhengming and Ben Yin who stayed behind in Tianlong Temple, even if it was Zhong Wangchou, what if he lost his mind and killed Tong'er?
Thinking of this, she glanced at the monk who was the focus of the whole audience with a panicked look, jumped on her horse, and hurriedly urged him to leave.

(End of this chapter)