The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 140 The End of the Play, Leaving a Way Out

Xiao Feng looked at Xiao Yuanshan's profile and subconsciously called out, "Daddy..."

After coming to his senses, he sighed inwardly. My father had really come. After many investigations, he had not been able to find any trace of him. I was afraid that he would kill people this time.

Xiao Yuanshan tilted his head to look at Xiao Feng behind the three girls. He was stunned for a moment, then a gentle smile appeared on his face. He stood up and said with satisfaction: "My child, Daddy is very pleased... You are worthy of being my child, Xiao Yuanshan's."

Ever since he fought and was defeated by his own child at the Qiao couple's home at the foot of the mountain, he has become more open-minded and gave up many of his plans.

Xiao Feng rushed out of the crowd, came to Xiao Yuanshan and knelt heavily, raised his head, and said in a trembling voice with tears in his tiger eyes:

"I went to Yanmen Pass and read the inscriptions left by my father. After investigation, I also learned about the grudges at Yanmen Pass thirty years ago. I... I am very painful and want to take revenge, but... but..." At the end, pain and sadness appeared on his face, and his cheeks were wet with tears.

"Alas..." Xiao Yuanshan couldn't help but sigh when he saw Xiao Feng like this. He reached out and helped him up. He patted his shoulder and said softly, "Don't worry about anything today. Daddy will handle all the grudges. You just need to remember that you, Xiao Feng, don't owe them anything..."

As he spoke, he tilted his head and stared at Xuanci with cold eyes: "Hehehe, Xuanci! You have spent your whole life for fame, for the thousand-year reputation of Shaolin Temple, and you have paid too much... It feels bad to have it all in vain in the end, right?"

He was truly relieved. If he hadn't known that after this battle, the old man Xuanci would definitely hang himself, he wouldn't have bothered to dirty his hands.

Let Xuanci live, let him live in self-blame and regret all day long, this is the best punishment for this hypocritical thief! It's a pity that he can't make the decision today, otherwise he really wants to imprison him for life...

"Good, good, since you have committed sins, you must bear the consequences of your sins."

Xuan Ci clasped his hands together, his expression gradually calmed down, and he looked towards the Merit Hall behind the monks, and said loudly: "Old donor Murong Bo, you spread false information back then, which led to all the mistakes now. Do you feel any guilt or remorse?"

Everyone looked puzzled. Xiao Yuanshan was not dead? Murong Bo was not dead either? What was going on today? Everyone followed his gaze, but the Merit Hall was empty, nothing unusual.

Xuan Ci shook his head, looked down at Ye Erniang in front of him, and sighed: "You have suffered a lot these years..."

Ye Erniang staggered to her feet, and fell into Xuan Ci's arms, saying tenderly: "Ye'er is not suffering, but Cilang is suffering but cannot express it... that is the real suffering."

Wang Yi looked at the two people leaning against each other and waved his hand to signal behind him.

Tong Guan laughed sweetly, flew up, her graceful figure turned into a red shadow, and flew into the Merit Hall in the distance as fast as lightning.

boom!
Amid the roar, the doors and windows of the Merit Hall shattered. Two figures, one gray and one red, rushed out of the hall and fought fiercely in the air and on the roof. The two of them were surrounded by strong energy, and all the green tiles and wooden beams along the way were shattered.

"Hehe, you're taking the wrong path. You need to have the power to turn the world around, the power to transform yin and yang."

Tong Guan pinched a lotus in his hand and took light steps, creating a sky full of red shadows and silver light that filled the void, like shining stars, and shot towards Murong Bo, who was wearing gray clothes and a mask.

"What kind of martial arts are you using, you monster? Why is it so weird?"

"There is no self, no sentient beings, no life, and no male or female. The true understanding of sunflowers is the transformation of heaven and man, which is wonderful beyond words."

Murong Bo's eyes were gloomy. This monster was too fast. Every time they fought, he would just touch and run away. There was no chance for him to use the opponent's force to counter him.

His eyes focused, and his hands immediately switched martial arts. The surrounding void immediately began to fly with palm and finger shadows, colliding with the silver cold light coming from all directions, making dense hissing sounds.

"Eh?" Tong Guan said in surprise, and increased his strength out of curiosity: "Prajna Palm, Wuxiang Jie Finger, Nianhua Finger, Sanhe Finger... No wonder the Yizhu looked down on you, a Xianbei alien. You haven't even learned your own martial arts well, but you want to get involved in other sects' systems. You are really rude and stupid."

"Tong Guan, stop playing." A faint voice sounded, waking up everyone who was stunned.

"I know it..." Tong Guan put away his playful thoughts, and the silver needle between his fingers was like the sun in the west, breaking through the numerous palm and finger shadows and piercing Murong Bo's dantian with one strike.

Tong Guan reached out and grabbed Murong Bo's shoulders, picked him up and flew back, then threw him to the feet of Xiao Yuanshan, waved his hand and smiled sweetly, "Okay, let's continue the show, don't disturb the owner's interest."

Ah Zhu's face changed slightly, and she quickly pressed the acupuncture points of Ah Bi and Wang Yuyan. If the two girls came forward to beg for mercy, they would probably become famous all over the world.

Wang Yi glanced at Ah Zhu and the other two girls and was very satisfied with Ah Zhu's move. He brought them to Shaolin to sever the causal relationship between the three girls and the Murong family.

He retracted his gaze and looked towards the depths of the mountain behind Shaolin Temple, feeling the two powerful auras lurking there. An inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the fighting spirit in his heart rose faintly!

Murong Fu, who was hiding among the heroes, looked at his father's embarrassed state with a complicated expression. Seeing that Bao Bu Tong and the other three wanted to attack, he quickly stopped them in a low voice.

Over the past six months, the power of his Murong family has been wiped out by the Jinyiwei and the Dongchang. The green forest, the sects, the business firms... all the forces that took over the "Yan" banner of the Murong family have been wiped out. If you dare to show up at this time, the only outcome is death, and the idea of ​​restoring the country will be completely empty talk.

Xiao Yuanshan leaned over and lifted Murong Bo's veil, revealing a handsome face with clear eyes and long white eyebrows.

Seeing his desperate expression that instantly collapsed due to the loss of all his power, he gritted his teeth and said gloomily: "Good, good, good, you old man are really extraordinary. I didn't expect that my biggest enemy has always been by my side. Xianbei dog thief, you are really good!"

Xuan Ci raised his eyes and said calmly: "Today, the karma comes to fruition. Both the old donor Murong and I must give an explanation to those who died unjustly and to the people of the world. In order to restore the country, the old donor deceived me and my brothers and harmed too many innocent people. Today, he must be executed to atone for his sins."

Murong Bo looked at the blue sky, looked at Xiao Yuanshan who was gritting his teeth, smiled faintly, and his expression gradually returned to calm. He said indifferently:

"Man proposes, God disposes. Since I have come to this conclusion today, I don't want to waste my words to defend myself." He closed his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention to Xuan Ci. He knew the other party's purpose at a glance.

Xuan Ci's eyes flashed with gloom, and he said in a deep voice: "Old donor Murong, we have known each other for many years, but you spread false information..."

Duan Yanqing looked at Wang Yi's gently waving palm and immediately understood. He took a step forward and interrupted Xuan Ci's words: "Okay, I understand what happened."

Under the puzzled gazes of the crowd, he slowly walked to Xuan Ci and said calmly: "Ye Erniang killed more than 10,000 babies. With your identity and status, you must have known about it. Since you knew it but chose to ignore it, it is reasonable to sentence you as an accomplice." Xuan Ci was speechless, lowered his head and looked at Ye Erniang with a tender face, and closed his eyes in pain. He knew... the reckoning had begun.

When the heroes and monks heard this, some were contemptuous, some were angry, some were disappointed, and some sighed. At this moment, Xuanci's previous image of high moral character and prestige completely collapsed in everyone's heart.

Duan Yanqing stared coldly at the monks who were about to speak, and said indifferently, "As the abbot of Shaolin Temple, he colluded with the Xianbei rebels, and took the lead in gathering the scum of the underworld to participate in the Yanmen Pass case, intending to provoke a war between Song and Liao and overthrow the Song Dynasty. Well, the crime of treason has been confirmed."

Just as Xiao Feng was about to speak, he was stopped in time by Xiao Yuanshan.

Xuan Nian's face changed in shock. He stepped over the kneeling Xuan Ci and said anxiously, "Sir, although Xuan Ci and others were at fault in the matter of Yanmen Pass, their intentions were good and they were all for the safety of the Song Dynasty."

The other monks were also shocked and started to defend themselves. For a moment, it was very noisy. Once the hat of treason was put on, the consequences would be something that Shaolin Temple could not bear.

Duan Yanqing snorted and waved his hand, sweeping all the files and bags on the tray of the Jinyiwei behind him in front of the group of old monks of the Xuan generation:

"The East Factory and the Imperial Guard have already conducted a thorough investigation. These files include the confessions of Master Zhiguang, Zhao Qiansun and others. There are also confessions and evidence from people who participated in the Xianbei Murong clan's rebellion. The evidence is irrefutable. Even if you can make eloquent excuses, it cannot change the fact that the abbot of Shaolin Temple participated in the rebellion."

The monks hurriedly picked up the files on the ground and looked through them one by one. Looking at the detailed evidence listed on them and the flags with the word "Yan" on them in the cloth bags, their faces couldn't help but look grim.

The heroes were shocked. No wonder so many familiar faces were missing today. They were all arrested by the Jinyiwei and the Dongchang. They couldn't help but think: Shaolin Temple is finished...

Duan Yanqing saw Xuanci and the monks wanted to speak, so he coldly rebuked them: "Stop your sophistry! Because of the rent collection by the Shaolin monks, more than 500 tenants either starved to death, were disabled, or sold their daughters to pay off the debt. I am too lazy to talk to you about these things. Once you are in my Jinyiwei prison, I will slowly settle the accounts with you."

As soon as the imperial prison came out, all the monks looked unhappy. Who doesn't know? No one who enters the Jinyiwei imperial prison has ever come out.

"All Jinyiwei listen to my order. Immediately detain all the monks in Shaolin Temple. Anyone who resists will be killed on the spot!" Duan Yanqing stared at the monks in front of him with cold eyes.

"Yes!" Upon hearing the voice, the two thousand Jinyiwei rushed towards the monks around them as fast as a galloping horse. They were very rough and tied up all the Shaolin monks they saw. If there was any resistance, they would beat them with fists and kicks. If there was too much resistance, they would rush over with swords and hack and kill, showing their recklessness to the fullest.

There was screaming and cursing all around, and the scene was noisy and chaotic.

The heroes' eyelids twitched as they watched. For the first time, they directly experienced the cruelty of the Jinyiwei and the majesty of the imperial court.

"Amitabha..." The sweeping monk put his hands together and condensed a three-foot-high air wall in front of him, blocking all the Jinyiwei who were rushing towards him. He looked at Wang Yi with a serious look in his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Master, do you really want to do this?"

Wang Yi waved his hand to signal the surrounding Jinyiwei to retreat, and asked in surprise: "Master, why do you say that? Now that the matter is clear and the evidence is solid, everything is done according to the court's laws, which is both reasonable and rational. Can such a heinous crime be easily covered up?"

The sweeping monk looked calm, lowered his eyes and said, "The Jianghu and the government each have their own rules and standards. Not everything in the world can be divided into black and white. We are all outsiders, so we should distinguish our positions and leave a way out for each other."

“Oh, a person from outside the mundane world?” Wang Yi laughed and shook his head: “He who does not get involved in the troubles of the mundane world, is not tempted by fame and gain, quietly pursues his own path, and is able to transcend the mundane world, this is a person from outside the mundane world.”

Wang Yi put his hands behind his back and said calmly, "Things in the world cannot be divided into black and white, but there are some rules that must be followed! Do what you want without breaking the rules! If people's hearts are unrestrained, demons will swarm and the world will become a purgatory. When the sea of ​​suffering surges and all living beings sink, who will bear this overwhelming karma?"

"Master, are you really going to kill them?" The sweeping monk frowned. He really didn't want to do anything unless it was necessary. But if he didn't do anything, the thousand-year heritage of Shaolin Temple would be exhausted in one day, and it would probably decline from then on. This was something he couldn't tolerate.

Wuyazi took a step forward and appeared in front of the Sweeping Monk, and said lightly: "If the Pavilion Master leaves no hope, the Zen lineage will be destroyed! Master, you must think carefully about the consequences of this move." As he spoke, he secretly raised his true energy and prepared for an all-out battle.

The sweeping monk looked at Wuyazi and sensed the gradually boiling aura in his body. A solemn look immediately appeared in his eyes: "Master of the Taoist sect... Amitabha, why is it so?"

"Go!" Duan Yanqing shouted, and took the lead in grabbing Xuanci. The Jinyiwei behind him moved at the sound, and the iron chains made of gold and iron rustled.

Tong Guan pinched a lotus in his hand and flicked his fingers. One after another, embroidery needles arrived first, sealing the qi sea of ​​Xuan Ci, Xuan Ku and others.

Following Tong Guan's action, the Six Gates detectives and the Eastern Depot guards also moved. Before long, all the monks in the Shaolin Temple were tied up and taken into custody.

"Are you going too far? Most of the monks in my Shaolin Temple are honest monks. Is the court so unreasonable?" Xuan Nian showed anger on his face, twisted his body, and growled angrily.

Duan Yanqing was escorting Ye Erniang and Xuanci, and glanced at him calmly: "Whether it is innocent or not, your opinion does not count, and neither does my opinion. It must be investigated by the Jinyiwei, the Six Gates, and the East Factory, and then approved by the emperor."

Xuan Nian, Xuan Ku and the others were all indifferent when they heard this. The imperial edict, the word "court", weighed down the heroes and monks present, making them feel a little breathless.

Wang Yi looked towards the back mountain of Shaolin Temple and whispered in his heart, "Those two old monks in the back mountain are quite sensible... No hurry, let's take care of them..." He smiled, turned his head and looked at Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan and said, "You two, let's end the feud at Yanmen Pass here, how about that?"

Xiao Feng clasped his fists and bowed: "It's all up to you, Taoist."

Xiao Yuanshan showed reluctance, clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "Master, can you give me a chance to kill my enemy with my own hands?"

Wang Yi nodded slightly: "It's a very reasonable request. When these people are executed in the autumn next year, you can go to Bianliang to be the executioner. This way it won't be considered a violation of the court's laws."

"Thank you, Master, for your help!" Xiao Yuanshan clasped his fists with a look of joy on his face.

Xiao Feng hesitated for a while, but finally chose to remain silent. The court had strict laws and would not tolerate others asking for mercy.

Wang Yi looked at Duan Yanqing and instructed: "All the grievances originated from the Shaolin Sutra Library. This root of trouble should be dismantled and sent to Bianliang. The golden Buddha and bronze Buddha should also be melted down and sent to Bianliang. It is also for the good of Shaolin to have fewer disturbing things."

After saying that, he gazed at the mountain behind Shaolin Temple again, smiled inexplicably, took a step forward, and appeared above everyone's heads.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the astonished monks and heroes below. His gaze lingered on Murong Fu for a moment. He retracted his gaze, stepped into the air, and quickly broke through the air. His words resounded throughout the world:
"All sentient beings are guilty, and no one is without injustice. The sea of ​​suffering is surging, and all living beings are suffering. Unable to obtain what one desires, love, hate, and resentment, the sea of ​​suffering is full of disturbances..."

(End of this chapter)