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"Send down the order to find Murong Bo in the shortest possible time!"

Feng Wuhen said something coldly, and walked out.

"Yes!"

Lan Xinyu bowed and saluted, and respectfully agreed.

...

Two days later.

Xiyue City.

Inn.

"Pavilion Master, Murong Bo's whereabouts have been found."

Lan Xinyu found Feng Wuhen early in the morning and said respectfully.

"Where?"

Feng Wuhen's eyes lit up, and he asked.

"Shaolin Temple!"

Lanxinyu replied slowly.

Hearing Lan Xinyu's words, Feng Wuhen couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

Unexpectedly, Murong Bo escaped back to Shaolin Temple. Could it be that he wanted to use Shaolin Temple to save his life?

Thinking of this, Feng Wuhen couldn't help but sneer.

Not to mention the Shaolin Temple, even if Murong Bo fled to the West Paradise, he would personally kill Murong Bo in front of the Buddha!

"Then leave immediately and go to Shaolin."

Feng Wuhen sneered and said word by word.

Murong Bo must die, no one can stop him!

Lan Xinyu agreed, and hurriedly greeted everyone to prepare to leave.

So, Feng Wuhen and his party set off again, heading straight for Shaolin in Tianbu Prefecture.

...

Tianbu Prefecture.

Shaolin Temple.

When Feng Wuhen broke into the Shaolin Temple with dozens of people in a carriage, the entire Shaolin Temple was like a big enemy and became a mess.

When the new abbot Xuan Nan heard that Feng Wuhen had boarded Shaolin, he was surprised and hurriedly led a group of Shaolin disciples there.

"I don't know that Pavilion Master Feng came to Shaolin Temple, and the old monk was disappointed to welcome him. I hope Pavilion Master Feng will forgive me."

Xuannan looked at Feng Wuhen standing on the shaft of the car, put his palms together, and said in fear.

Looking at the situation in Tianyahai Pavilion, Xuannan already understood in his heart that Feng Wuhen's coming here was by no means easy.

"Murong Bo is in the temple?"

Feng Wuhen was not polite, and asked directly.

"Returning to Pavilion Master Feng, Murong Bo has been in the Sutra Pavilion since the last Shaolin battle, and is responsible for sorting out the scriptures every day."

Xuannan was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly replied.

"Can you prove it?"

Feng Wuhen squinted his eyes and asked lightly.

It seems that the people of Shaolin Temple are not aware of the fact that Murong Bo went down the mountain privately.

"This..."

Hearing Feng Wuhen's question, Xuannan didn't know how to answer for a moment, originally he could be sure that Murong Bo has been in the temple since he converted to Buddhism, but now he is not sure either.

"I want to see him."

Feng Wuhen said something coldly.

Xuan Nan took a look at Feng Wuhen who had a murderous look on his face, and cold sweat was already breaking out on his forehead.

"Okay, please come with me, Master Feng Pavilion, but please let your subordinates wait here for the time being in the pure land of Buddhism."

While saluting respectfully, Xuannan said almost pleadingly.

Feng Wuhen nodded, turned his head to signal for Lan Xinyu to stay behind, and followed Xuannan with only Lan Jian to the direction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Not long after, under the leadership of XuanNan, a group of people slowly arrived outside the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

"Master Uncle Wuxin, Master Feng Wuhen of Pavilion Tianyahai comes to Shaolin, and wants to see Xuanhu, please agree with Uncle Wuxin."

XuanNan took a step forward, bowed respectfully towards the scripture storage pavilion, and said in a raised voice.

Ever since the sweeping monk guarding the Sutra Pavilion became famous in the first battle, the monks in Shaolin Temple knew that the sweeping monk's Dharma name was Wuxin, and he was actually a figure of the generation of Xuannan, Xuanci and others.

After Murong Bo converted to Buddhism, he took the name Xuanhu.

After the words were finished, an old monk slowly walked out of the Sutra Pavilion, glanced at the crowd, and finally landed on Feng Wuhen.

It was the sweeping monk Wuxin!

"Master Feng Pavilion, long time no see, long time no see."

Wuxin clasped his hands together, nodded slightly at Feng Wuhen, and said slowly.

"Where is Murong Bo?"

Feng Wuhen ignored Wuxin's greetings and asked directly.

He didn't come to reminisce, he came to kill.

What Murong Fu and his son have done has already touched his bottom line, cutting the weeds means eradicating the roots, and Murong Bo must die!

If Shaolin Temple wants to stop it, then he doesn't mind killing again!

"Xuanhu is already a disciple of Shaolin, I don't know why Pavilion Master Feng is looking for him?"

Wuxin looked at Feng Wuhen, hesitated for a moment, and asked slowly.

Judging from Feng Wuhen's expression, he seemed to have noticed something.

"Since he has belonged to the Shaolin sect, why did he allow him to continue to cause trouble in the martial arts? Kill people in the martial arts? Instigate Daliao and Xixia to jointly send troops to invade Tianbu Prefecture?"

Feng Wuhen stared into Wuxin's eyes and asked word by word.

After hearing Feng Wuhen's words, all the Shaolin disciples present were surprised, and Wuxin and Xuannan's expressions also changed instantly...

Chapter 2 The Last Struggle

Shaolin Temple.

Bookstore.

"Master Feng Pavilion, please come with the old monk."

Wuxin hesitated, and while speaking, turned around and walked towards the scripture storage pavilion, with a slightly dignified expression.

Without the slightest hesitation, Feng Wuhen followed slowly.

Seeing that the two of them wanted to go to the Sutra Pavilion, Xuannan, Lan Jian and the others also planned to follow, but Xuannan's voice came again.

"No one is allowed in except Pavilion Master Feng!"

After the words fell, Wuxin had already stepped in.

After hearing Wuxin's words, Xuannan hurriedly stopped, with a worried look on his face.

Feng Wuhen also secretly waved his hand behind him, signaling Lan Jian not to follow.

Soon, Feng Wuhen and Wuxin walked into the scripture storage pavilion and came to the door of a secret room.

"Come out."

Wu Xin looked at the door of the secret room and said slowly.

Feng Wuhen squinted his eyes and looked towards the door of the secret room.

Not long after, the door of the secret room opened slowly, and an old monk walked out, with a white beard and some scars on the top of his head.

It was Murong Bo!

"Master Wuxin."

Murong Bo bowed to Wu Xin, clasped his hands together, and said respectfully.

Although he worshiped under Wu Xin's sect, he was not a master and apprentice, but only belonged to Shaolin sect, so he was not considered a master and apprentice.

"What you do, finish it yourself."

Wuxin looked at Murong Bo, said with a sigh, then walked to the side, turned his back, as if he didn't intend to intervene anymore.

Murong Bo's face changed, and he turned his head to look at Feng Wuhen, with a complicated look in his eyes.

"It seems that my Gusu Murong family was finally destroyed by your hands."

Murong Bo looked at Feng Wuhen, smiled wryly, and said slowly.

He knew that until now, everything could not be hidden.

"I didn't have the slightest interest in your Gusu Murong family, Xingfu Dayan, and I never put you in my eyes, but you made a mistake when you picked the wrong one, and you can't blame others."

"You shouldn't take advantage of the evil order to make an enemy of me! No matter how cholera martial arts you are, I don't care, but you shouldn't provoke Daliao and Xixia to besiege Tianbu Prefecture, and even tempt me with Xiao Feng's life Going to Daliao and wanting to kill me by the hands of the Daliao royal family, you were wrong from the very beginning."

Feng Wuhen looked at Murong Bo, and said calmly.

If Murong Bo hadn't involved Xiao Feng, maybe he wouldn't have interfered at all.

That was Tianya Haige's bottom line, and it was also Feng Wuhen's bottom line.

"The matter has come to this point, and the poor monk doesn't want to say anything more. I know that once the matter is revealed, you will definitely kill me, even though I am now a member of Shaolin sect."

Murong Bo let out a long breath, showing a look of resignation to death, and said slowly.

But when he finished speaking, his eyes quietly glanced at Wu Xin.

"No one can save you today!"

Feng Wuhen curled his lips and said coldly.

He knew that Murong Bo was implying to Wuxin that he was from Shaolin, so Wuxin would come forward to protect him.

"Pavilion Master Feng, can you give him another chance?"

But at this moment, Wuxin turned around slowly, looked at Feng Wuhen, and asked sincerely.

Hearing Wuxin's words, Feng Wuhen couldn't help shaking his head, he didn't expect the old monk to be fooled.

"I said that no one can save him today."

Feng Wuhen shook his head and refused.

"Lord Fengge, this is a pure place of Buddhism, and killing is not allowed. If it is true as you said, Shaolin Temple will deal with Xuanhu."

Wuxin looked at Feng Wuhen and said slowly.

"You really want to protect him?"

Feng Wuhen squinted his eyes, staring at Wuxin and asked indifferently.

"No matter what, the old monk will not let Pavilion Master Feng kill someone in Shaolin Temple."

He said with a serious face.

"Then see if you have the strength!"

Feng Wuhen snorted coldly, and walked straight to Murong Bo.

But suddenly a figure flashed, and Wuxin was already standing in front of him, blocking his way.

"For a treacherous villain, does the master really want to take the entire Shaolin?!"

Feng Wuhen stared into Wuxin's eyes and asked coldly.

"I also ask Pavilion Master Feng to be merciful."