The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 153: The Aftermath
Sutra Pavilion.

"For so many years, the masked man who often appeared in the Sutra Library with me turned out to be the mastermind behind all this?"

"Gusu Murongbo, you have such a cruel mind and such a vicious heart."

Looking at the "farce" in front of the main hall, Xiao Yuanshan, dressed in black and with a black scarf on his face, did not feel the pleasure of revenge, but rather felt filled with remorse.

He had been meeting his enemy frequently for more than 20 years, but had not been able to recognize his enemy's true face, allowing him to get away with it until now. Thinking of this, a surge of rage burned fiercely in Xiao Yuanshan's heart.

"Give me back my wife's life!"

Then Xiao Yuanshan mobilized all his internal strength and fought with Murong Bo, who was secretly watching the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple.

"Boom!"

The two powerful internal forces were like a vast ocean, rapidly spreading in all directions. The martial arts diagrams in the Sutra Library made a "rustling" sound, and the tiles on the roof were blown away one after another.

The Sutra Repository seemed to be crumbling and about to be destroyed, but fortunately, a mysterious force was flowing through it, which kept it safe and sound.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, who were unaware of anything unusual, fought each other for dozens of palm strikes in the Sutra Library, then leaped out and started a fierce battle over Mount Shaoshi.

From the Prajna Palm, Vajrapani to the Tara Leaf Finger, the Flower Picking Finger and so on, thirty or forty of the 72 Shaolin unique skills were used one after another, leaving the people who had not yet left stunned.

"Hurry, don't let the thief escape."

The Shaolin Temple, which had just calmed down, was suddenly filled with noise. The Eighteen Arhats, who were burly and covered in gold powder, led hundreds of monks with sticks and surrounded the Sutra Library.

"They should be Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo. What Master Shen said is absolutely correct. They are actually hiding in the Sutra Library of Shaolin Temple."

"Twenty or thirty years have passed, and the Shaolin Temple has not noticed anything. This is too incredible. Is it that Murong Bo's martial arts are too high, or is the Shaolin Temple just a facade?"

"Prajna Palm, this is the Prajna Palm. I have seen Abbot Xuanci use it to defeat Duan Yanqing, one of the four evil men. I didn't expect that they really learned the seventy-two unique skills."

Looking at the two black masked figures under the azure sky, everyone was commenting on them, glancing towards the Sutra Repository from time to time. A daring idea quietly took root in their hearts.

Suzhou, Yanziwu.

"Sir, the master is still alive."

Feng Bo'e, who had just returned from the apricot forest, rushed in hurriedly, looked up and saw Murong Fu practicing martial arts, and spoke impatiently.

"nonsense!"

With a "clang", the sword was sheathed. Upon hearing this, Murong Fu, who was about 27 or 28 years old and dressed in light yellow clothes, had a face so gloomy that water could drip out of it.

His father had been dead for more than 20 years. Murong Fu saw his father's burial with his own eyes when he was a child. Feng Boye was making a joke about this matter. If it weren't for his loyalty, he would have killed him with a sword long ago.

"No, no."

"Sir, this is true. More than half a month ago, the hero Shen who killed Ding Chunqiu said it himself in Xingzilin. He said it with every detail."

Bao Bu Tong, who followed closely behind, nodded and spoke very seriously.

Although the truth of the matter was somewhat hard to believe, Bao Bu Tong felt that it was most likely true. After all, Shen Yuanliang had no reason to joke with the Murong family.

On the wide martial arts training ground, Murong Fu frowned and paced. After thinking for a long time, he said, "Come on, follow me to take a look."

After a cup of tea, everyone came to the cemetery and respectfully lit a stick of incense. Murong Fu waved his hand, and a powerful internal force lifted a corner of the coffin.

Bao Bu Tong, Feng Bo'e and others stood on tiptoe and looked carefully, only to see that the coffin was empty except for some clothes. Seeing this, everyone understood that what Shen Yuanliang said was true, Murong Bo did fake his death, and the Yanmen Pass case thirty years ago was probably true.

For a moment, everyone felt heavy in their hearts. A huge pressure made Feng Bo'e and Bao Bu Tong breathless.

Those who surrounded and attacked Qiao Feng's family were all famous masters of the Central Plains martial arts world. Among the twenty or thirty people, only Abbot Xuanci, Master Zhiguang, Mr. Tan and others survived, and the rest died.

Now, Murong Bo, the manipulator behind the scenes, has been exposed, and the Gusu Murong family's reputation in the martial arts world has been ruined. They might even end up being hated by everyone, let alone the cause of restoring the country.

Mantu Villa.

"Yuyan, the news of the Murong family's rebellion has been widely spread. This is a serious crime punishable by the execution of nine generations of the clan. Do not contact your so-called cousin again."

"I told you, Murong Fu is not a good person. He has evil intentions and a cold heart."

Speaking of Murong Fu and the Murong family, Mrs. Wang waved the round fan in her hand, very annoyed and spoke with gritted teeth.

One person's rebellion will implicate nine generations of the family. The Wang family and the Murong family are related by marriage. Once the court investigates, the mother and daughter will not be able to escape and will most likely become prostitutes or playthings of the powerful.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Wang hated the Murong family so much that she wanted to go to their house and beat them up.

"Mother, I understand."

Wang Yuyan, who was pinching the corner of her pink clothes, wearing a pearl hairpin on her head and with bright eyes and white teeth, said in a soft voice.

If she had not met Shen Yuanliang, Wang Yuyan, whose heart and eyes were filled with Murong Fu, would definitely not agree. Now, the shadow of Murong Fu has gradually faded in her heart, leaving only the blood relationship.

"Qingluo, we can't stay in Mantuo Villa anymore, or even in Song Dynasty."

"Think about it, where are you going to go from now on?"

Sitting in a wheelchair, Wuyazi, with his hair and beard all white, stroked his snow-white beard and asked worriedly.

The underworld and the imperial court are two separate worlds, and they have kept to themselves since ancient times. However, rebellion is an exception. Once a person is involved in a rebellion, what awaits the underworld people is the imperial court's army of levies.

Mantuo Villa is located in the Taihu Lake, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack. Even so, it could not cause a single wave in the face of the imperial army's collection of taxes.

"Grandfather, mother, let's go to Liaodong Peninsula!"

Wang Yuyan, who was standing by, raised her head, her bright eyes revealing a look of anticipation, and said with a red face.

"Liaodong Peninsula? It's a good place."

Looking at his granddaughter Wang Yuyan who looked shy, Wuyazi's cloudy eyes were full of teasing. He nodded and agreed.

Shen Yuanliang is indeed a very good person in all aspects, whether it is his appearance, talent, martial arts, etc., they are all top-notch. Being his grandson-in-law is not a bad thing, not a bad thing.

"Okay, let's go to Liaodong Peninsula."

After thinking for a moment, Mrs. Wang agreed.

Originally, Mrs. Wang wanted to go to Dali, Yunnan, where she could seek refuge and also meet her "old lover" Duan Zhengchun.

But as a mother, how could she not understand her daughter’s thoughts?

For the sake of her daughter's lifelong happiness, the vicious Mrs. Wang also has a loving heart and does not want her daughter to end up like her.

(End of this chapter)