Chapter 151 Only Disperse Power
Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, and was really a little speechless. He waved his hand and said, "Let him go, as long as he can go to Lingjiu Palace."

After Yu Po left, Murong Ji looked up.

Zhuang Juxian was well-versed in the Divine Foot Sutra, and coupled with the fact that Qiao Feng intentionally held back, this really earned Zhuang Juxian a great reputation.

Murong Ji frowned slightly, [Not killing the last bloodline of Juxianzhuang? Now Qiao Feng feels guilty? ]

Murong Ji glanced and saw Duan Yu in the Khitan crowd. He accidentally saw Quan Guanqing quietly leaving. After thinking for a while, he called Fu Minyi and Cheng Qingshuang over.

No matter how much Qiao Feng let him off, Zhuang Juxian still lost. This was a crushing defeat due to strength. If Qiao Feng had used all his strength, he would have killed him with just a few strikes.

Murong Ji frowned slightly, looked at Qiao Feng and sighed.

"The Beggars' Sect has always put chivalry first. As the leader of a sect, how can you associate with those evil people from the Xingxiu Sect? I advise you to reflect on yourself more."

It was more of persuasion than warnings, but Zhuang Juxian didn't understand.

After saying that, he turned to look at everyone, "Who else, come up and fight!" The voice rumbled and spread in all directions.

No one present responded.

In this life, Qiao Feng's adoptive parents have not died, and he has not been charged with patricide and matricide. However, the most fatal thing for Qiao Feng is his Khitan identity.

But this identity is not so intolerable.

Murong Ji smiled and was about to step forward to congratulate him. Just as he raised his hands, a rumbling sound echoed back.

"There has always been a saying in the martial arts world that 'Qiao Feng of the North and Murong of the South'. Now this 'Qiao Feng of the North' has committed so many evil deeds. Why don't you get rid of this evil for the country and the people, Master Murong?"

Murong Ji's face darkened instantly, and he cursed inwardly. He knew Murong Bo was going to cause trouble! He even warned him on purpose. Who would have thought!
"Who are you, master? Come out and speak!" Murong Ji's face turned pale, and his voice was erratic, as if he had a spirit, constantly shuttling among the crowd looking for someone to speak.

Voice transmission and soul search!

After waiting for a while, no one answered. Murong Ji looked around with a gloomy face. Almost everyone was looking at him.

Looking up and meeting Qiao Feng's gaze, Murong Ji clasped his fists and said, "Brother Qiao."

Qiao Feng returned the gift, and the two of them didn't say much. There was no need to say many things. Murong Ji took the lead in protecting his adoptive parents before the evil man did, which was a great favor that could never be repaid.

Murong Ji's face was gloomy, he glanced around, "He has committed many evil things? I don't think so." The voice rumbled and penetrated into everyone's ears.

It’s still voice transmission and soul searching.

"When Qiao Feng stepped down as the leader of the gang, there was no evidence that he had killed his colleagues. Shortly afterwards, Madam Ma committed adultery and died, which was enough to explain everything."

"Juxian Manor, without knowing the truth, they are calling for the killing of Qiao Feng! Are they seeking revenge in the name of justice? Or do they have ulterior motives? All heroes in the world can see clearly!"

"Just look at Zhuang Juxian's conduct! You will know what kind of person Juxianzhuang is!"

Murong Ji looked around with a cold face, he wanted to see where Murong Bo was hiding. There were too many people, it was really hard to be discovered if he wanted to hide.

"Dan Clan Manor was destroyed. Who saw that it was Qiao Feng who did it?! The Shan Clan father and son have always had a very good reputation in the martial arts world. They must have discovered something and were silenced by the person behind the scenes!"

"You treacherous villain, you have been instigating things behind the scenes, why don't you get out now!" Murong Ji's voice shook in the air, and almost everyone was upset and dizzy because of the voice.

After waiting for everyone to suppress their discomfort, they discovered that a person appeared behind Qiao Feng!

Murong Ji's pupils shrank. It was Murong Bo. He was a little afraid that Murong Bo would accuse him of killing his brother and father after he revealed his identity.

Killing his brother was nothing, but killing his father was a complete disaster. Under the etiquette and laws of the Song Dynasty, he no longer had a place to stand.

Qiao Feng noticed the person behind him and was slightly stunned. How did he come behind him without him noticing? ! !
Turning around, he took a closer look at the man. His hair was half white, he was wearing a gray robe and his face was covered with a black scarf.

He frowned slightly, clasped his fists and said, "May I ask this hero, what grudge do you have against me?"

"There is no hatred. Master Xiao is an outstanding martial artist. I admire him very much. Today I want to learn a few moves from him."

Qiao Feng smiled slightly, clasped his fists and said, "I dare not, please." The two men started to prepare for battle.

Murong Ji's face darkened. The people of the Murong family had learned a variety of things. If they didn't use the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi and Long Cheng swordsmanship, almost no one would be able to recognize them by their martial arts.

'Nan Murong' is really not just flattery.

"cousin."

Murong Ji turned his head and saw Wang Yuyan handing him a silk book and a piece of paper with a smile, her brows full of charm and affection.

I couldn't help but take a few more glances at her. Wang Yuyan is the most beautiful girl in the world. Anyone would take a second look at her.

The next moment, Murong Ji felt the resentment of the people around him.

She took the silk book and paper with some embarrassment, "Thank you for your hard work, cousin."

Murong Ji glanced at Qiao Feng. A man appeared beside him out of nowhere. He was dressed in a black robe, without any covering at all.

"Young Master! This man is the one who wanted to kill the Qiao couple!" Feng Bo'e's face was solemn and he clenched the weapon in his hand again and again.

He wanted to attack, but he knew he was no match for the man.

Murong Ji glanced at the people in front of him and did not answer. He lowered his head to look at the silk book translation. The content on it was similar to what Murong Fu had said orally.

The difference is the problem of understanding, or in other words, the problem of translation. Murong Ji put away his things and looked up again. Qiao Feng and his companions had gone to nowhere and were no longer looking for them.

"Lord."

Fu Minyi and Cheng Qingshuang came back, all bloody. They clasped their fists and saluted, then said, "My Lord, the evil man has been eliminated. His heart was pierced through, and he is dead as hell."

Murong Ji nodded. He was kind enough to let Quan Guanqing live for so long. "You've worked hard. Go and have a rest."

"Yes."

"Arrange the staff!"

Murong Ji looked up and saw Xu Zhu already lying on the board. He was too lazy to care about what happened next. He turned to look at Duan Yanqing and Ye Erniang beside him. This woman had killed countless babies.

This time he got what he deserved.

Murong Ji looked up at the top of Shaoshi Mountain and exhaled slowly, "Third Brother Bao, Fourth Brother Feng, when Qiao Feng's men retreat, if anyone tries to stop them, help them."

Bao Bu Tong wanted to say something, but seeing that his mistress was there, some things really couldn't be said here. If Yang Yueman heard about his instigation of Murong Ji to revive Dayan, it would definitely be a disaster.

"Yes, master."

Murong Ji pulled his wife's hand, and the two walked towards Shaoshi Mountain together. There were many masters in Shaolin Temple.

Now that the crisis at Shaolin Temple has been resolved and its reputation has been preserved, it would not be a provocation if he challenged the senior monks of Shaolin Temple to a fight.

The two men went up Mount Shaoshi, passed through the guesthouse, and came to the monks' quarters around the Sutra Repository.

Murong Ji bowed and clasped his fists, "I am Murong Ji, respectfully requesting your guidance, Senior."

He didn't know who was inside the room, but he knew that the aura here was extraordinary and he must be a master from the Shaolin Temple. Although he was not famous, he could definitely give him guidance.

And his problem was not a difficult one, but he wanted to learn some Buddhist scriptures from Shaolin Temple.

After waiting for a long time, Murong Ji did not get a response. The room was silent. Yang Yueman frowned slightly: "It seems that he is not in the room anymore. Should we go somewhere else first?"

Murong Ji shook his head, then walked forward, pushed open the door, and strode in.

Yang Yueman hurriedly followed him in and looked around. He saw an old monk in tattered robes sitting there.

In the corner of the house, there was a foolish old mad monk. The aura was emanating from the mad monk.

The other one, on the other hand, was silent, and even his breathing could not be felt. Yang Yueman wondered if this person had passed away.

Murong Ji bowed again, "Senior."

The monk sighed, "Donor, why are you so aggressive? I am just an old monk with no martial arts skills left."

Murong Ji sat cross-legged in front of the monk, "Master Xuancheng of Shaolin, you are the best martial artist in the past two hundred years. We both admire you... However, I am not here to discuss martial arts with you."

"I want to ask Senior about some training issues."

If we were to ask what is the most outstanding thing about Shaolin Temple, it would definitely be the Yi Jin Jing, and then the foundation of cultivation.

The formation of Zen Buddhism was several hundred years earlier than that of Quanzhen Buddhism. Murong Ji planned to borrow some basic theories from Zen Buddhism.

The two talked for several hours. After Murong Ji stopped, Yang Yueman, who was taking notes on the side, rubbed his sore wrist.

"Thank you, senior." After Murong Ji stood up, he bowed deeply. Xuan Cheng put his hands together and said "Amitabha" as a return gesture.

Murong Ji packed up the papers, said goodbye, and before leaving the room, he asked, "Senior, if the evil spirit fills the body and one goes astray, is dispersing the power the only way out?"

Xuan Cheng sighed softly, "There is no other way. Only by dispersing the power can we escape with our lives. Don't lose the big picture for the small one."

Murong Ji nodded, "Thank you, senior."

After closing Xuancheng's door, Murong Ji looked at the sky and let out a long breath, and a sentence emerged in his mind:

It should not be used because the water of the Yangtze River is clear, nor should it be abandoned because the water of the Yellow River is turbid.

He actually felt that he could use the evil spirit, but he just didn't know how to use it. It was too far away to think about it now, and even if he had the chance to verify it, he was unwilling to do so.

Why take the mountain path when there is a broad road?

"Let's go and meet the other Shaolin monks." Just as he finished speaking, a whistling sound of wind came from the left.

"call!"

"call!"

Murong Ji was startled. On the wall to their left, someone flew past. Looking at the direction, it was the Sutra Library!

Murong Ji pondered for a moment, then passed by another person, Jiumozhi.

"Hmph! Haha, let's go and see what's going on." He took Yang Yueman's hand and walked towards the Sutra Library.

After entering the gate of the Sutra Repository, they saw the old monk sweeping the floor. Murong Ji bowed and took Yang Yueman upstairs.

(End of this chapter)