Traveling the Heavens in Thunderbolt

Chapter 12 Xuan Bei's Death
But Xuan Bei left Yanziwu on the same day after receiving the letter, and then rode his horse day and night to Dali.

When he arrived at a small woods only ten miles away from the Shenjie Temple in Luliangzhou, he did not want to stay any longer and wanted to rush directly to the Shenjie Temple. After meeting up with two Shaolin disciples of the Xu generation, he would go straight to Dali City to help the Duan family. Unexpectedly, he met the most unexpected person here.

However, under the moonlight, a figure was seen walking slowly along the official road in the forest. When Xuan Bei approached, he could see clearly that the person was handsome and elegant, but the only pity was that he looked pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, just like a sick young man. It was Murong Fu (Cheng Qian), who had been waiting for many days in Yanziwu without seeing any trace of him.

Xuan Bei saw Murong Fu (Cheng Qian) approaching him, and before he could think much, he said, "Amitabha, I didn't expect it to be the donor Murong. I have been bothering you for a few days in Yanziwu, and I didn't see you coming back, so I left on my own. I didn't expect to meet you here by chance."

At this moment, the moonlight shone on Murong Fu's (Cheng Qian) face. His face, which should have been pale, actually flashed with a hint of purple.

Before Xuan Bei could react, he saw the purple air quickly covering Murong Fu's face. Murong Fu said as if he was unaware, "Master, please don't misunderstand. We are not meeting by chance here. I have been waiting for you for a long time. It's just that you came in a hurry and left in a hurry. I wonder if the Murong Mansion has not treated you well and neglected you?"

A strange atmosphere spread in the air. Xuan Bei was shocked to see that the purple aura on Murong Fu's face had completely dissipated, and a healthy red color appeared on his pale face. While he was shocked, he could not help but secretly exercise his power to be alert, but his face remained calm: "Amitabha, Mr. Murong, you don't have to worry about it. I received a letter from the temple earlier, saying that the "Four Evil Men" of Xixia Yipintang went south and wanted to harm the Duan family of Dali, so I didn't leave a letter, and rushed to Dali day and night to help them."

Suddenly, he changed the subject: "I just don't know why Mr. Murong is still alone here? You must know that the dew is heavy at night, so you should take good care of yourself."

Cheng Qian couldn't help but smile when he saw Xuan Bei: "Haha, the master is worthy of being a great monk, he is really compassionate. After tonight, the master will be reborn in the paradise, but he still worries about the situation of others."

Xuan Bei held the Zen staff in his hand, knowing clearly that there was no way he could escape unscathed from this battle: "It seems that what I know has attracted murderous intent. You are here tonight to ambush and kill me, but I don't know which other master will be here tonight? Is it Deng Baichuan? Or Gongye Qian, or are there four masters under you all here?" After saying that, he exerted his strength on the Zen staff in his hand, and the "Great Vajra Pestle" one of the 72 Shaolin unique skills was ready to be used in order to save his life.

But Cheng Qian smiled and said, "Master, you are a great monk. How can I rely on others? Today, there are only you and me here."

Xuan Bei did not wait to determine whether the words were true or not. He instantly wielded the Zen stick in his hand and struck Murong Fu (Cheng Qian) with a tremendous force.

Cheng Qian looked at the Zen stick that was hitting him, and with his palms, he actually returned all the power of the "Great Vajra Pestle" to Xuan Bei.

Xuan Bei was severely injured and flew several feet away. The bones and tendons on his left side were broken and his internal organs were ruptured. He could only utter with difficulty: "The stars are moving" and the great monk passed away.

After Xuan Bei died, Cheng Qian did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he said to the deep dark forest, "The person is dead, why don't you come out?"

Suddenly, a monk in gray clothes walked out from the depths of the jungle. "It seems that everyone has underestimated Master Murong. Who would have thought that the head of the Murong family, who was suffering from a long-term illness, was actually a peerless master?"

"Everyone in the world is ignorant. They only believe what they want to see. Just as they couldn't imagine that I know martial arts, how could they have imagined that the previous head of the Murong family, who was declared dead long ago, would hide in the Shaolin Temple?"

The gray-robed monk was shocked, and then he took off his mask. It was Murong Bo, who should have been dead for many years. "When did you know this?"

"After I made a mistake in my training, I thought about the situation during my recovery and got a rough idea of ​​what happened that day." "Then let me ask you again, do you know that Emperor Song is planning to attack my Murong family?"

"I knew this news ten days ago. The Emperor of Song wanted to implement new policies, but was afraid that the treasury would not have enough money and grain, so he set his sights on the Murong family, which is rich enough to rival a country."

"So what's your plan?"

"As early as when the Empress Dowager was critically ill, I secretly moved the factories and funds under the name of my Murong family overseas. Even if the little emperor takes action now, he will only get some useless goods."

"So you have been prepared. Even so, how do you plan to deal with this matter?" After saying that, Murong Bo pointed at Xuan Bei's corpse.

Cheng Qian laughed and said, "What does it have to do with me, Murong Fu?"

"In that case, then if you have any important business, I will do it for you. I don't believe that you came here just to kill Xuan Bei and miss someone."

"I came here to give you something." After saying that, Cheng Qian took out a scroll from his sleeve and handed it to Murong Bo, "I hope you can make all the people on this scroll die under your famous skills."

Murong Bo took the scroll, opened it and looked at it. He couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Oh, there are quite a few allies of your business alliance listed here. Why do you want to get rid of these people too?"

Cheng Qian said calmly: "They are just a bunch of abandoned children. The reason why I keep them is for today's use. You just decide whether to do it or not."

Murong Bo laughed and said, "Hahahaha, of course I have to do it. It seems my son already has a plan, so I don't have to worry about it anymore."

"Once you're done, return to Yanziwu and wait for my next notification."

"I see. After all, I have not visited my grandchildren once. When this matter is over, I will go back to enjoy the happiness of my family."

"Then let's say goodbye, father."

After saying "Okay", Murong Bo used his Qinggong skills to fly away and disappeared into the depths of the jungle.

Afterwards, Cheng Qian used his Qing Kung to head eastward, while secretly thinking that it was time to speed up his comprehension of the Six Evils Forbidden Style.

(End of this chapter)