Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 61: Cut the bones for the father, cut the flesh for the mother

These words shocked everyone inside and outside the house. Although some of them did not understand the reason, the story of Murong father and son alone shocked many people.

Unexpectedly, Murong Fu, who had disappeared in recent days, had died, while Murong Bo, who had died a long time ago, was still alive.

What was even more unexpected was that a guy called the Demon Monk was so capable of causing trouble that he actually provoked all the top figures in the martial arts world.

When a young monk in white clothes as white as snow appeared outside the temple, the crowd was surprised. They really didn't expect the evil monk to have such a demeanor.

The four Mei Jian sisters and Ye Erniang all came to Zhuang Bu Ran at the same time. The former was worried about the safety of their master, while the latter was eager to know the whereabouts of her son.

After a while, the four generations of Shaolin monks, Xuanhui, Xukong, each holding a weapon, lined up and walked out of the temple.

Two old monks also appeared one after another. One was wearing gray clothes, thin, with a gray cloth covering his face. The other was wearing black clothes, more burly, with a black cloth covering his face.

All over the place, heroes from the martial arts world were there, including many elite members of the Beggars' Sect and several elders, who were surrounding a man in a bamboo hat.

Duan Zhengchun of the Dali Duan family was followed by several generals, and beside him were Duan Yu and a young girl. She looked at the young monk expressionlessly, her eyes full of resentment.

Another man, who was of very tall stature, about thirty years old, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose, a wide mouth, and a square face, came to Duan Yu.

There were also more than a thousand mobs shouting, "The old immortal of Xingxiu has boundless magic power and great supernatural powers, and he is coming to the Central Plains."

After shouting, they still refused to give up, and kept shouting, "Drop your weapons quickly," "Begging the Starry Sky Immortal for mercy," "The Starry Sky Immortal has come to Mount Shaoshi, and with a flick of his little finger, the Shaolin Temple will collapse immediately," and so on.

The burly old man in the lead stroked his white beard and narrowed his eyes, as if he was drunk on fine wine. He was none other than Ding Chunqiu, the old monster from the Star Constellation.

"Noisy."

Vines grew wildly around the young monk's waist, and white flowers as bright as jade burst out from the vines. Then, with the energy in his body surging, the white flowers transformed into pieces of bright white petals, gathering into a sea of ​​flowers all over the sky.

He waved his sleeves, and the sea of ​​flowers surged towards the mob like a wave.

In an instant, those with weaker skills had their throats cut by the petals, there were only about seventy or eighty people. The petals were attracted by their internal force and stuck to their bodies, but before they could remove the petals from their bodies.

His eyes, ears, mouth and nose were blocked by the sea of ​​flying flowers, and he could only struggle and roll on the ground.

At this moment, only Ding Chunqiu was still struggling, but unfortunately he was surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers, and the petals were tough and hard to break, so he couldn't escape at all.

The heroes and brave men on the field saw the bizarre scene that seemed like a magic trick. Many of them could not help but rub their eyes, wondering if their eyes were blurring out. How could there be such a magical martial art in the world?

Even if the people just now were just a mob with poor martial arts skills, there were at least a thousand of them. Even if it was a thousand pigs, it would take a long time to kill them. How could they be killed so easily by this young monk?

Although the high monks from Shaolin Temple were surprised that Zhuang Bu Ran's martial arts were too bizarre and terrifying, and could not help but chant the Buddha's name and recite the mantra of rebirth in a low voice, they could see that his methods were so cruel.

"Donor Duan, you are the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, but now this monk wants to help you eliminate the rebels in the sect and avenge your master's blood feud."

The young monk's eyes narrowed slightly. The sea of ​​flowers in the distance completely submerged Ding Chunqiu. The 'evil ghost thorns' quickly wrapped around him, and immediately a human-shaped hedgehog ball appeared.

He glanced sideways at Duan Yu:
"The world is so interesting. You regard monks as your enemies, but they are helping you. Shouldn't you cut off your own hands and feet as a reward?"

"If you really don't want to, you can kill the girl next to you who hates monks."

Zhuang Bu Ran suddenly shook his head:
"Given Donor Duan's devoted and fickle nature, he would definitely not do anything to hurt this girl. It would be better for him to hurt himself."

Duan Yu was initially captivated by the young monk's deep gaze, but after regaining his composure, he said with a look of confusion:
"Well, with your martial arts skills, if you were to do good deeds and accumulate virtue, you might have the chance to become an Arhat Bodhisattva. Why do you insist on following your own will and doing whatever you want?"

"Wrongful behavior?"

Zhuang Bu Ran sighed softly:
"What did the monk do to make you think I was doing something wrong? The incident at Tianlong Temple was just a demotion, not a death sentence."

"Murong Fu, a lowly Xian clan, had always dreamed of restoring his country. By killing him, the monks were actually saving him. He finally didn't have to suffer a miserable death, and could now embrace a brand new life free from shackles."

"As for that female donor named A Zi, she's vicious and cruel, but someone who can't recognize her own true self is just a waste of food if she lives. Death is the perfect way to put an end to everything."

"With all this going on, how can we talk about any wrongdoing?"

These words not only challenged the sense of right and wrong of the heroes present, but also made Duan Yu very angry:
"You are unclear about right and wrong, making specious arguments, and you don't have the slightest bit of Buddhist compassion at all."

Zhuang Bu Ran ignored Duan Yu and looked at the old monk in grey robes:

"Murong Bo, your son's murderer is here, why are you still standing there? Are you standing there motionless because you think you can't defeat the monk?"

"I have been lurking in Shaolin Temple for decades, and I have heard of you, a young monk. At first, I thought you were just a fool. But when you came to the Sutra Library, you just kept reading a few Buddhist scriptures."

The old monk in gray pulled off the gray cloth on his head, revealing a handsome face with clear eyes and long white eyebrows.

"I never thought I would be so wrong as to end up with no descendants and leave the Gusu Murong family without a future generation." The young monk looked at the black-robed old monk and said with a smile, "I don't know what I was thinking about. I will do my best to help you."
"This should be blamed on Xiao Yuanshan. He was the one who placed me in the vegetable garden of Shaolin Temple when I was still a baby, and that's how I became a monk from a young age."

"If he had strangled the monk to death at the beginning, your beloved son would never have been killed by me."

He paused slightly and spoke meaningfully:
"Xiao Yuanshan, the battle at Yanmen Pass was a vain attempt by the Xianbei to restore their country. They instigated internecine warfare between the Song and Liao dynasties so they could reap the benefits and wait for an opportunity to restore the Yan Kingdom."

"They told those righteous people in the martial arts world that a large number of Liao warriors were going to sneak into Shaolin Temple to steal the martial arts secrets, and that their ultimate goal was to attack the Central Plains."

When Xiao Yuanshan heard this for the first time, he instantly understood the life experience of this young monk. His father was the leader of the righteous path, but this son was an evil monk who was shouting and killing in the world. He felt extremely happy, and when he heard the rest, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, it's really fair and just. What goes around comes around."

"Among the great enemies who killed my beloved wife and took away my only son, such a coincidence actually happened. The Buddhist principle of cause and effect is indeed true, hahahaha."

Xiao Yuanshan pulled off the black cloth on his face, revealing a square face with big ears, a bushy beard, and a very majestic face.

Xiao Feng, who was in the distance, was surprised and delighted when he saw his face was very similar to his own. He rushed over, bowed to the ground, and said in a trembling voice:
"You, you are my father."

"Good boy, I am your father. We have the same figure and appearance. There is no need to recognize me. Everyone knows that I am your father." Xiao Yuanshan stretched out his hand and pulled him up.

He looked at the young monk again:

"Although Murong Bo is the main culprit, among the great enemies who destroyed my family, there is the leader of the Beggars' Sect and a master of the Shaolin School. These people only want to cover up this bloody crime forever. It is truly hateful."

"Little Master, you want to know who your biological father is. He is a great monk!"

Suddenly, the heroes, who felt overwhelmed, couldn't help but look towards the old monks with flowing white beards in Shaolin Temple.

But Ye Erniang was struck by lightning, and looked at the young monk's profile with extremely complicated eyes.

Seeing Zhuang Bu Ran remained silent, Xiao Yuanshan looked at Ye Er Niang and sneered:

"I've been hiding in Shaolin Temple for thirty years. What's there that I don't know? You met that enlightened monk in Ziyun Cave, and it was he who asked Granny Qiao to deliver you. Do you want me to tell you everything?"

When the heroes heard this, they found it even more unbelievable. It was simply horrifying that the high monk of Shaolin Temple was having an affair with Ye Erniang, the evil woman in the martial arts world.

Just as Ye Erniang looked anxious and wanted to say something, the young monk suddenly smiled and his whole body was filled with energy.

The four Mei Jian sisters and Ye Erniang were shocked five feet away.

The long swords in the hands of the four sisters fell off one after another, and the scabbards were stuck on the ground.

His sudden action attracted everyone's attention.

"Empty means empty, and bamboo means clear. Only when one is empty and clear can one calmly accept everything in the world."

The young monk drew out a long sword and spoke calmly:
"The so-called human body is a thing formed by the combination of many factors, so it is called a false body. Ordinary people cling to this false body of the five aggregates as the self, but in fact, that is a false self."

"A monk's true self is neither within this body nor outside this body."

"This body is not mine. What does the worldly cause and effect have to do with me? If anything hinders me, kill it!"

After saying that, he swung his sword, an arm fell off, and blood gushed out.

"Your Highness!"

The four Mei Jian sisters shouted anxiously and wanted to jump forward.

"baby!"

Ye Erniang also wanted to run forward madly.

Abbot Xuanci in front of the Shaolin Temple's mountain gate could no longer hold back and immediately rushed over.

However, the young monk raised his one arm holding the blood sword, and with a well-controlled force, he pushed them back one after another.

His face was calm, and he said:
"You gave birth to a false mother, stole someone else's children, and murdered thousands of babies. Your sins are grave, and you must give them back your flesh."

"The father of the fake body looked at me coldly, neither trying to stop me nor trying to persuade me. His crime is so great that his bones should be removed and returned to me."

After saying this, he swung his sword again, and one of his legs dropped to the ground, completely turning the place where he stood into blood.

(End of this chapter)