Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 115 The Demon Lord from Heaven Descends to Earth

Just as Kumārajīva was about to use his internal energy, he lightly ascended to the temple gate and removed the plaque.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound, like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, came from down the mountain.

He abandoned his idea of ​​leaping to remove the plaque. In a flash, he recognized the man as an old friend. He had suffered a loss at the man's hands last time, but this time, having mastered his skills, he was determined to get revenge.

The last time he lost to his opponent was in a small courtyard, but today is the martial arts conference held by Shaolin, where masters from the Central Plains have gathered to witness his unparalleled divine skills.

The old friend's fame in the martial arts world could become a stepping stone for him to make a name for himself.

A faint smile appeared on Kumārajīva's lips.

He stood before the temple, his mind preoccupied, but outwardly his face remained calm as he gazed quietly into the distance.

Although he couldn't see it yet, he knew that a troop of cavalry was galloping towards them, the sound of their hooves chaotic yet orderly. Everyone present was wondering who these people were, that they could ride horses so freely in the Shaolin Temple.

The eminent monks and their disciples in Shaolin were all puzzled when Kumārajīva went out. When they heard that he was going to take down the Shaolin signboard, they were anxious and angry and hurriedly followed him out to stop him.

Now, with Abbot Xuanci as the most respected figure, guarding his left and right, he was also shocked by the strength of the newcomers. The people who came today were quite diverse, but since they stopped Kumārajīva, they were probably friends rather than enemies.

But Xuan Ku, who was originally on the side, couldn't help but step forward and look into the distance.

Since being ambushed by the men in black, although he was fortunate enough to meet Murong Fu and be saved, he was not as good as before and had not managed the affairs of the temple recently. Now, hearing the familiar voice of the person who came, he wanted to go forward.

But then the sound of hooves thundered closer, and in no time, more than ten horses came rushing up the mountain like a whirlwind.

The riders were all dressed in thick black felt robes, with black cloth underneath. They were not dressed in the style of the Central Plains, but rather resembled warriors from the Khitan Kingdom.

The men were like tigers, and the horses were like dragons. The men were agile, and the horses were magnificent. Each horse had a tall head and long legs, a black coat, ears like twin bamboo shoots, and a tail like purple lightning.

As they approached, the crowd's eyes lit up. They saw a dazzling golden light; the horseshoes of each horse were made of gold. Everyone gasped, wondering who could be so extravagant.

The group consisted of nineteen riders. Although the number was not large, their imposing presence was like that of a thousand troops, which was awe-inspiring.

The first eighteen riders galloped up to the front, pulled their horses to the sides, and respectfully cleared the way for those behind. The last rider then galloped out from the middle, lightly patted his horse's back, and leaped more than three zhang (approximately 10 meters) away, landing right behind the group of heroes, where he and Kumārajīva faced each other across the distance.

He was handsome and dashing, with piercing eyes, a square head and large ears, and a faint air of sternness between his brows, exuding an imposing aura without anger.

It was as if a demon lord had descended from the heavens, causing all the heroes and warriors to feel a tightness in their chests.

Everyone present was shocked by this big man, whose lightness skill and internal strength were also top-notch in the martial arts world.

Today, due to the sudden attack by Shenshan, Zheluoxing and others, coupled with the uninvited arrival of Kumārajīva, Shaolin Temple's original plans have been completely disrupted.

As heroes arrived one after another, the Shaolin Temple gates became a chaotic scene. A guest monk would occasionally announce the names and origins of the visitors.

Fortunately, Abbot Xuanjing of the Guest House was a capable manager, and the monks in the temple were also quite efficient. With ample supplies, the monks, under Xuanjing's guidance, received the guests with proper etiquette. Although the scene was noisy and chaotic, it was still under control.

Everyone was speculating about the identity of the monk who wanted to take down the plaque.

However, communication was underdeveloped in this era, and many so-called great heroes and senior figures in the martial arts world only existed in people's word of mouth, and people might never meet them in their lifetime.

At this moment, the man claimed to be from Shaolin, which suggested he was a high-ranking disciple of Shaolin. However, his long hair was not shaved and he had not been ordained. Perhaps he was a lay disciple of Shaolin.

But how could lay disciples have the opportunity to learn the most exquisite martial arts? So everyone was talking about it.

But one of them recognized the big man and shouted:

"Steve Jobs!"

"Master Qiao, you've arrived!"

It turns out that this person was Qiao Feng, the former leader of the Bow Gang.

After his true identity was revealed, he left the archery guild and later traveled to the Liao Kingdom. By a twist of fate, he saved the Liao emperor Yelü Hongji and became sworn brothers with him.

He was later enfeoffed as the Southern King for his meritorious service in saving the country, and was tasked with protecting the southern border of the Liao Dynasty.

A few months ago, I received an invitation from Shaolin Temple. I learned that Shaolin Temple would be holding a martial arts conference on the Double Ninth Festival (September 9th) and had sent a high-ranking monk to Liaodong to deliver an invitation to Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng had already lost all hope in the martial arts world of the Central Plains, but when he thought of his mentor Xuan Ku and his adoptive parents Qiao Sanhuai and his wife,

Qiao Feng agreed, informing the Shaolin monk who sent the invitation that he, Xiao, would definitely attend the meeting.

When Qiao Feng inquired about the details, he learned that it was because renowned figures in the martial arts world, such as Xuanbei of Shaolin, Master Zhiguang of Tiantai Mountain, Ke Baisui of the Funiu School, and Zhao Qiansun, who was known for his solitary ways, had been murdered one after another during this period.

The perpetrator remains at large, causing widespread discontent in the martial arts world and posing a far-reaching threat.

Shaolin held this grand gathering to restore peace to the martial arts world and to seek justice for the deceased masters.

After hearing this, Qiao Feng suddenly recalled the many rumors he had heard on his way to the Murong brothers' wedding.

It could even be said that he was the one who did it. At the time, the Murong brothers advised him not to care, and he listened to their advice. Afterwards, he returned to the Liao Dynasty and stopped concerning himself with the affairs of the Song Dynasty.

Thinking about it this way, Qiao Feng asked again whether the high monk who sent the invitation suspected him.

The two monks looked troubled, exchanged a glance, and put their hands together, saying: "Benefactor Qiao is indeed a suspect."

Qiao Feng nodded, not making things difficult for the two, but simply promised to be there.

Today, he brought the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun to Shaoshi Mountain, but unexpectedly he happened to encounter Kumārajīva insulting Shaolin Temple.

Qiao Feng trained under Xuan Ku from a young age, without fail for ten years, through cold and heat. Xuan Ku not only taught Qiao Feng martial arts, but also the principles of being a good person.

As the saying goes, "A teacher for a day is a father for life."

Qiao Feng regarded Xuan Ku and Wang Jiantong as father figures to him, and considered himself a member of the Bow Clan and a Shaolin disciple.

Although he was forced to leave the Bow Gang because of his background, this gratitude has never faded.

He also remembered Kumārajīva. His martial arts skills were indeed good, but he was even more competitive than himself, and did not resemble a high monk at all.

Although he had just arrived at Shaoshi Mountain and was unaware of the situation, Mozhi's words were truly outrageous.

So he shouted at the other party to stop, not wanting Shaolin Temple to suffer such a great humiliation.

Hearing someone call his name, he turned around and found it was a member of the Bow Clan. His heart was filled with mixed emotions. He cupped his hands and said:

"Gentlemen, I am Xiao Feng, a Khitan, and I have already stepped down from my position as the leader of your gang. Please do not address me as such anymore."

Upon hearing Qiao Feng's words, the disciples and elders' excitement was instantly dampened, as if doused with cold water.

They wanted to persuade him to stay, but Qiao Feng turned and left, and they couldn't bring themselves to say the words of farewell.

After Qiao Feng's true identity was revealed, half of the members of the gang still firmly believed that only Chief Qiao was capable of leading the Bow Gang.

We must firmly insist that Steve Jobs take charge of the overall situation.

Another 30% remained silent, while 20% firmly opposed the Khitan Xiao Feng becoming the leader of the Bow Gang.

That day, Qiao Feng himself was disheartened and no longer wanted to be the leader of the Bow Gang; otherwise, no one could have shaken his position.

After Qiao Feng left, the Bow Clan was leaderless and there was no one who could convince the crowd.

Qiao Feng was an unparalleled hero, possessing both wisdom and courage. He was not only a hero of his time, but also unmatched among the leaders of the Clan throughout history.

Without Qiao Feng, everyone else is just making do. As a result, the Bow Clan is now riddled with internal conflicts, with everyone blaming each other. The once number one clan in the world has become a disorganized mess without Qiao Feng, and it is on the verge of falling apart.

Qiao Bang naturally received an invitation from Shaolin. Most of the people who came this time hoped that Qiao Feng would take over the bow gang again, but Qiao Feng made his words clear, and they could only watch Qiao Feng's tall figure leave.

The other heroes now realized that this person was none other than Xiao Feng, the Khitan, whose deeds had long been widely known throughout the martial arts world.

Many people call him a treacherous Khitan villain. They used to praise him as a chivalrous hero who resisted the Liao, but now they all regard him as a mortal enemy.

However, there are many wise people in the martial arts world. Qiao Feng's previous achievements cannot be faked, and many people believe that he was also harmed by his background.

However, the vast majority of martial arts practitioners believe that the Khitans are heartless and devoid of moral principles. They believe that Xiao Feng infiltrated the Song Dynasty to gain its trust, only to betray it later and ruin the Song Dynasty.

As Qiao Feng walked toward Kumārajīva, some busybodies were itching to take him down, hoping to join forces and behead the Khitan and make a name for themselves in the martial arts world.

But because there was no leader and everyone knew that Qiao Feng was unparalleled in combat, they all hesitated.

A young man wearing a black turban and holding a curved knife shouted, and was about to attack the Khitan traitor in a moment of impulsiveness, but was stopped by his older brother: "Brother, don't be impulsive."

He deflated, looking at the figure that ignored him, and even lost his grip on the knife.

As Qiao Feng approached, the heroes raised their weapons but kept making way for him.

And so, Qiao Feng and his eighteen riders walked unimpeded to the square.

Just as Mozhi was about to speak, he saw Qiao Feng walk towards the Shaolin monks.

He approached an old monk, knelt down respectfully, kowtowed, and said:

"Master, I am well. Your disciple Qiao Feng will soon see you."

Although he knew he was of Khitan blood and his original surname was Xiao.

But I had thought before that I should still identify myself as Qiao Feng in front of my adoptive parents and master, so that they would know that I had not forgotten my roots.

When Master Xuanku saw Qiao Feng, his expression was complex, but his loving kindness was evident.

He had been ambushed and injured, but he had figured out many things and vaguely realized the truth. However, he only said it was karma and was unwilling to tell his fellow disciples who had injured him.

His fellow disciples saw that he was weak and dazed, but they did not press him for answers.

When Xuan Ku heard that voice today, he knew it was his disciple. Now that Qiao Feng had come to pay his respects, Xuan Ku quickly helped Qiao Feng up and said with tears in his eyes:

"My child...you've suffered so much these past years..."