Song Qingshu shook his head and said, "Didn't I just say that Murong Fu couldn't kill Master Xuan Bei?" Although Xuan Bei was just a cameo in the original novel, his martial arts had always been underestimated. All kinds of signs showed that he was the third master under Xuan Ci, the sweeping monk of Shaolin Temple. After all, Murong Bo had launched a sneak attack first, but he was still at a disadvantage. In the end, Murong Bo had to use his unique skill to kill Xuan Bei.
Murong Bo's purpose was to provoke disputes between countries. He wanted to kill Xuan Bei with the Solar Finger Technique, but Xuan Bei's martial arts were too high, and he had not practiced the Solar Finger Technique well enough. In the end, he had to use his unique skill. Not only did he fail to frame Murong Bo, but he also harmed his own son.
"But didn't you say that Xuan Bei was killed by the Solar Finger Technique?" Xiao Feng was confused, but he suddenly realized, "Was it Murong Bo?"
"That's right." Song QingShu nodded his head and roughly explained about Murong Bo faking his death.
"That bastard!" Xiao Feng clenched his fists, and his eyes were full of anger.
"It's him!" Xiao Yuanshan almost fainted. He knew that it was his enemy who had fought with him in Shaolin Temple for decades. When he saw Murong Bo stealing scriptures in Shaolin Temple, he thought that Murong Bo was an enemy of Shaolin Temple. As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, so he secretly taught him martial arts. In the first fight, Murong Bo couldn't hold on for more than 100 moves. In the third fight, they were still tied after 300 moves.
Thinking that his enemy's martial arts had improved by leaps and bounds because of his guidance, Xiao Yuanshan was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
At this time, Xuzhu suddenly said, "We will find out the truth about Master Murong. Although there may be a conspiracy, it is also true that Xiao Yuanshan and his son killed people. Moreover, Xiao Yuanshan secretly learned the 72 unique skills of our temple. If we let them go, they will leak their martial arts to the alien tribes. In the future, people in the Central Plains will be harmed. In any case, we can't let them be sinners."
"Yes, we can't let them go." When the Shaolin Temple Monks heard Song Qingshu's words, they were hesitant. But after listening to Xu Zhu's words, they instantly firmed their minds.
Song Qingshu frowned. Xuzhu was not like the honest little monk in the original novel. Was he also possessed by an old monster like Zhang Wuji?
On the tree, Zhao Min secretly curled her lips. If the father and son of the Xiao family had only killed Master Tan, Granny Tan, Zhao Qiansun, and some other small fries in Jianghu, Shaolin would probably just pretend and not kill them. Even if they had killed Master Xuan Ku, Shaolin might have tolerated it temporarily for the sake of Song Qingshu. However, Xiao Yuanshan had secretly learned the 72 Ultimate Skills, which was the lifeblood of Shaolin and the foundation of their survival in Jianghu. Now, even Zhang Sanfeng and Wang Chongyang would not be able to help.
"You are afraid that Xiao Yuanshan will impart his martial arts to the Khitan soldiers and harm the Han people in the future, right?" Song Qingshu retorted.
"Of course!" Xuzhu had a compassionate look on his face. "Now that the Divine Land has fallen, Shaolin has been the leader of the martial arts world since ancient times. Naturally, we should do our part for the people in the world and take precautions."
"What a good 'do our part', what a good 'afraid that Xiao Yuanshan would teach the Khitan soldiers'," Song QingShu's tone suddenly had an additional hint of ridicule. "The people of the different tribes you speak of still know how to teach the secret manuals they obtained to the ordinary soldiers, enrich the country and strengthen the army, and contribute to the interests of the country. However, you people have the authentic seventy-two ultimate skills in your hands. Have you ever taught these martial arts to us, the Han people's soldiers, so that when they face the cavalry of the different tribes, they would not be unable to protect themselves?"
"You!" The Shaolin monks were speechless for a moment. It should be known that the martial arts of each sect had always been strictly guarded. Only the Inner Core disciples were allowed to impart them, for fear that the martial arts would be leaked. For thousands of years, all sects and schools had been like this. No one would care about it. Who would have thought that Song Qingshu would put such a big hat on them, and they did not know how to refute.
If it was an ordinary sect, they would have just said that he was crazy. Which sect in Jianghu would impart their martial arts to outsiders? But they were Shaolin, a sect that prided itself on being the leading mountain in the martial arts world. If they admitted that they did not impart their martial arts because of sectarian bias, which led to the Han people being bullied by the cavalry of the aliens, they would not be able to bear the blame.
Master Fangzheng shouted the name of Buddha and continued, "Prince Qi may not know this, but practicing Shaolin martial arts requires a very good foundation. Moreover, progress is slow in the early stage. Later on, each martial art needs a corresponding Buddhist method to resolve it. Otherwise, it is easy to hurt oneself. Not only is it not beneficial, but it is also harmful. And the army needs simple, direct, and quick training methods, so the martial arts of our temple is not suitable for them. "
Hearing this, all the monks nodded their heads. Fangzheng's Buddhist method was profound, and he had a kind and benevolent countenance. Within the temple, he had always been loved and respected. His words were reasonable and cleverly answered the other side's question.
Although he did not have a good impression of other people, Song Qingshu had some respect for this kind and benevolent old monk. However, today's matter concerned the lives of Xiao Feng and his son, so he could only offend him. "Since according to Master's words, the martial arts of your temple are not suitable for the army to spread, why do you keep saying that you are afraid that Xiao Yuanshan will return and pass it on to the Khitan soldiers?"
"This …" Fangzheng had never been an eloquent person and was momentarily at a loss for words.
Xu Zhu hurriedly said, "Although our temple's martial arts are not suitable for the army to spread, the martial arts of the Khitan people are different from those of the Central Plains. If by any chance the Khitan people have a way to improve our martial arts and make them suitable for the soldiers to practice, then it will be too late for regrets."
On the tree, Zhao Min secretly nodded her head. Although this little monk was a little annoying, he was quite eloquent.
Xuan Cheng finally could not hold back anymore and said loudly, "Song, you have a glib tongue. You just want to help Xiao Yuanshan and his son get off the hook. Even if I tell you, there is no way we will let you succeed with so many masters in our temple today. Speaking of which, we still haven't settled the score with you for destroying the original Sanskrit copy of the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture! "
Hearing the mention of the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture, Zi opened her mouth and tried to say that the original Sanskrit copy was with Song Qingshu, so that the people of the Shaolin Temple would inevitably fight with Song Qingshu, and they could take the opportunity to escape.
However, after hesitating for a while, she did not say it out of some unknown concerns. She just snorted secretly. "If you don't care about us, I will drag you down with me!" She was from the Xingxiu Sect, so she did not feel guilty at all for planning this kind of thing.
Of course, Song Qingshu did not know that he was almost sold by Zi. He sneered at Xuan Cheng and said, "In the end, you still have to rely on your strength to speak. Alas, why did you fight with words for so long?"
"Humph!" Xuan Cheng waved his monk's robe, it was obvious that he had experienced the power of his mouth and was not willing to argue with him anymore. However, the clothes on his body had just been ruthlessly whipped by Xiao Yuanshan's leather whip and right now they were torn and tattered, looking exceptionally comical.
"Xiao Feng is my friend after all. I can't just sit back and do nothing. How about this?" Song Qingshu suggested, "If we get into a scuffle, it will hurt the innocent. Why don't we each choose one person to fight? If we win, you let them go. If you win, the Xiao father and son will be punished by your temple. What do you think?"
The Shaolin monks looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes. Song Qingshu's Kung Fu was very high. They had already seen it at the Golden Snake Meeting. After that, they had fought with him several times. It could be said that he was unfathomable. Although there were many masters present, no one was sure that they could defeat Song Qingshu.
Even someone as arrogant as Xuan Cheng was a little hesitant. Although he was very confident, this battle was related to Shaolin's unique skills and reputation. He did not dare to be rash.
"Amitabha ~" Kong Wen said, "Almsgiver's Kung Fu has long been famous in Jianghu. There is no need to use our temple to show off."
Song Qingshu shrugged. "Right now, I really have no intention of showing off. I just want to help my friend. How about this, if you all feel that one battle to decide the winner is unacceptable, then how about changing it to three battles? You and I will each send out three people. The one who wins more times will be the winner. What do you think? "
Hearing this proposal, the Shaolin monks could not help but be a little moved. They all used Secret Voice-sending to communicate.
In their view, Xiao Feng was seriously injured. Although he could still hold on, any master on their side should be able to win. As for the others, Azhu and Zi's Kung Fu were low and not worth mentioning at all. In this way, they had already won one battle before the battle. The possibility of winning this bet was very high.
However, Xuan Ci raised an objection. Although they could win one battle, the other side had sent out Song Qingshu, so they most likely could also win one battle. The key to victory would be the battle with Xiao Yuanshan. After watching the battle between Xiao Yuanshan and Xuan Cheng, do any of you have the confidence to win?
The other monks were silent. Although they boasted that they would not lose to Xiao Yuanshan, they did not have full confidence to win. This battle was very important, so no one dared to take the risk.
In the end, Xu Zhu suggested that since they had the advantage, why did they not use it? Why did they have to fight them one on one? Xuan Cheng immediately agreed, and Xuan Ci and the others also nodded.
Finally, after the discussion was settled, Xuan Ci said, "The Xiao father and son have too much blood on their hands. They have also secretly learned our sect's Kung Fu. We cannot let them leave. If King Qi can stand by and do nothing, our previous grievances will be written off, and you can even win the friendship of our Shaolin Temple. "
Song Qingshu had to admit that his proposal was somewhat attractive. The thousand-year-old Shaolin Temple had a great influence in the martial arts world. If they could get their help, it would be like adding wings to a tiger.
However, he was not a three-year-old child. What was the use of an illusory promise of friendship? He was very clear that the fundamental conflict between the two sides could not be resolved. The Shaolin Temple needed to find a strong person who could unite the world. By then, they could also become the national religion, and their benefits would be greatly expanded. Now, their power was still very weak compared to the whole world, so naturally, it was not in their plans.
Now, all the signs showed that the Shaolin Temple was most likely to unite the world with the Mongols. In fact, this was understandable. In history, whether it was the Zen Sect, the Quanzhen Sect, or the various sects in the West, they all tried their best to preach to the Mongol Khan. This was because once the Mongol Khan believed in a certain sect, the status of that sect would become very high. Temples could be opened everywhere in the world, and all kinds of rewards, land, and offerings from believers were endless.
However, after a long battle between the Zen Sect and the Quanzhen Sect, in the end, the Tantric Sect was favored by the Mongol Khan …
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