Chapter 105 Visitors from the Temple
His heart skipped a beat, [Young Master really guessed it right! ] Just as he was about to step forward, he suddenly remembered Murong Ji's instructions.

The two young masters of the Murong family are both very powerful. He is definitely not a match for anyone who can seriously injure them!

He lurked obediently in the tree, even breathing lightened up a lot, watching the man in black jump out of the yard again, and suddenly, look in his direction.

Instantly, Feng Bo'e shuddered, and the hairs all over his body stood up. His heart, which had been hanging in the air, sank to the bottom, [I've been discovered! ]

Just when they were thinking about how to escape, the black man lightly tapped his feet, used his lightness skills to leave, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

After being stunned for a while, Feng Bo'e finally came to his senses. He breathed slowly, wiped the dense sweat from his forehead, and finally suppressed the uneasiness in his heart.

The feeling just now made him unable to tell whether it was an illusion or not. It was as if he was being stared at by a century-old jungle beast.

Only after seeing the monk from the other side coming out did Feng Bo'e climb down from the tree.

"Hehe, I said someone framed me! Look, isn't it clear now? My Murong family has also suffered such a trick. Master Murong Fu was killed by those villains."

"The Vajra Palm is your Shaolin unique skill. You, the Shaolin Temple, are definitely not immune from the blame! Give us an explanation right now! Otherwise, don't blame us for turning against you!"

Feng Bo'e's shouting did not arouse the anger of the Shaolin monks. They were indeed in the wrong in this matter. The Vajra Palm seal could not be faked, and there was no need to fake it.

"Go and report to the host."

The leading monk clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, benefactor, I will give Murong family an explanation."

Feng Bo'e followed the group of monks back to Shaolin Temple. After entering the Zen courtyard, he saw the Qiao couple eating vegetarian meals quietly.

He smiled and walked back to his room. He never knew what these monks had discussed, so he wrote a letter and sent it back to Gusu.

That night, Fengbo was sleeping soundly when he was awakened by a loud noise.

He sat up from the bed, frowned slightly, and listened carefully to the sounds outside. Soon they disappeared. Feeling a little uneasy, he planned to go out and take a look.

He walked to the door, paused for a moment, then picked up his weapon, put on his coat and walked out.

Just after taking two steps, his heart skipped a beat. [Mr. and Mrs. Qiao!] hurried to the door of the Qiao family and knocked a few times.

"Brother Qiao, have you gone to bed yet?"

After waiting for a while, there was no movement. I wanted to listen to the breathing of several people in the room. There were indeed two, and the person was awake.

Feng Boye narrowed his eyes slightly, "Brother Qiao, I haven't returned the needle and thread I borrowed from you during the day. Please open the door."

"Return it tomorrow. Let's go to bed."

"Hahaha. Everyone's awake, so just take it." As he said that, Feng Bo'e suddenly raised his knife and pried open the bolt. His whole body was tense so that he could attack instantly.

When I walked into the inner room, I saw the couple sitting on the bed, as if they were meeting someone.

Feng Bo felt nauseated and said, "Haha, Brother Qiao, you guys...how old are you..." with a lewd expression on his face.

The Qiao couple were filled with embarrassment.

Feng Bo'e calmly searched every place in the house where people could hide, "Is everything okay?"

Father Qiao felt warm in his heart, "What can go wrong?"

"That's good." As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly looked up at the roof. It was empty. Feng Boye breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Bo'e bowed his head and clasped his fists, "Brother Qiao, I'm sorry, but Gang Leader Qiao has been framed. If we want to completely bring him down, you two are the key." "Thank you so much." The Qiao couple didn't know how to express their gratitude, so they could only keep thanking them.

After seeing Feng Bo'e off and closing the door, the two elders turned around and saw Qiao Feng standing in the room.

"Son~"

Feng Bo'e followed the sound and found the inner courtyard meditation room of Shaolin Temple. When Feng Bo'e got closer, he saw that everyone inside and outside was bald, which made him feel dizzy.

I squeezed to the door and took a peek inside. Wow, many eminent monks from Shaolin Temple were there.

"What's wrong? You guys are..."

Feng Boye walked into the meditation room and was about to ask about the situation when he saw that the monks were looking at him with strange eyes. He frowned slightly and asked, "What's going on?"

When he got closer, he saw Monk Xuanku curled up on the bed, half dead, and obviously nearing the end of his life. His heart skipped a beat, "Could someone have broken into Shaolin Temple at night?!"

No one answered Feng Bo'e's words. After a long silence, someone said, "Senior Brother Xuan Ku was severely injured by someone using the Demon Subduing Palm Technique."

As soon as he finished speaking, the internal strength of several people around him slowly rose up, and a few others moved slightly, blocking Feng Bo'e's retreat route.

Seeing this situation, Feng Bo'e immediately understood that Monk Xuanku was best at the Demon-Subduing Palm Technique!
His face darkened instantly, and he said coldly, "Why, do you suspect that it was my Gusu Murong clan who did this?"

"My two sons, the eldest son has passed away, and the second son is still in Jian'an Prefecture! How can he get here?! Besides, he is not the only one in Shaolin Temple who can use the Demon Subduing Palm!"

Feng Bo'e's voice was extremely cold. He didn't understand why everyone wanted to throw dirty water on the Murong family? !
"This matter has nothing to do with the Murong family." Xuan Ku said weakly, "You all don't need to avenge me. Today Xuan Ku is paying off his past karma, you should be happy for me."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly relaxed. Feng Bo'e glanced at a few people and turned away.

[We should report this matter to you soon. 】

Without saying anything more, he wrote a letter overnight and sent it out.

Tianshan Mountains, you need to cross Xixia and then go west.

Murong Ji rode into Xingqing Prefecture, the capital of Western Xia.

He glanced around and saw that the trade here was very prosperous. Although the Western Xia Kingdom was the weakest, it controlled the horse throat of the Song Dynasty and could be said to be very fat and powerful.

In Murong Ji's understanding, Western Xia was more like a middleman, constantly taking advantage of the price difference between Mongolia and the Song Dynasty.

There was no way to avoid it. The Song and Liao dynasties were feuding families, and horses would hardly enter the Song dynasty from the Liao territory.

Seeing a disciple from Yipintang, Murong Ji flew up and captured him directly, "Take me to see Duan Yanqing, don't say he's not here."

After taking out the token and token that Duan Yanqing had prepared for him, the Yipintang disciple instantly became obedient.

"plz follow me."

Murong Ji gently pushed the horse's belly with his legs and caught up with the disciple from Yipintang.

Walking into Yipintang's headquarters, Murong Ji looked around curiously. It was no different from the lobby of his own Murong family.

But the architectural style is slightly different.

He was brought into the room by someone else, and as soon as he entered the room, he saw Duan Yanqing slumped on the couch.

(End of this chapter)