Resurrecting Duan Siping was an idea that came to Zhou Yang after he established the Myriad Worlds Elementary Academy.
Dead people who were resurrected through the Dark Bible could not leave the world they were in.
In other words, they could not even enter Wanjie Lou.
The potential value of resurrecting a dead martial arts master to Wanjie Lou was less than that of a living second-rate martial artist.
However, after the establishment of the Myriad Worlds Elementary Academy, the potential value of a martial arts master increased greatly.
Teaching others martial arts.
Duan Siping created the Six Pulse Divine Sword. Its power was no less than an Ultimate Martial Technique. Duan Siping's martial arts experience and teaching ability should not be too bad.
Of course, Duan Siping was only one of them.
Qiao Feng was a little surprised. However, he did not refuse Zhou Yang's request, nor did he have the ability to refuse.
Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils World, Shaolin Temple.
Zhou Yang brought Qiao Feng directly to Shaolin Temple.
However, just as Zhou Yang was about to turn around and leave, he was slightly surprised.
Shaolin Temple's Abbot Xuan Ci was already sitting in front of the mountain gate, as if he was quietly waiting for something.
"Shop owner." When Abbot Xuan Ci sensed that someone had appeared, he looked over and found that it was Zhou Yang. He quickly got up and bowed respectfully to Zhou Yang.
"You must be Gang Leader Qiao. I have been waiting here for a long time." Abbot Xuan Ci received the news shortly after Qiao Feng appeared in Wanjie Lou.
"Greetings, Abbot." Qiao Feng bowed to Abbot Xuan Ci as a disciple. Before Qiao Feng became the Beggar Gang Leader, he was a layman disciple of Shaolin Temple.
Abbot Xuan Ci looked at Qiao Feng with a complicated gaze. Looking at the heroic Qiao Feng, he could not help but admire him in his heart. What a heroic man.
"Shop owner, Gang Leader Qiao, please come in." Zhou Yang did not decline Abbot Xuan Ci's invitation.
Abbot Xuan Ci brought Zhou Yang and Qiao Feng to the Sutra Depository of Shaolin Temple.
"Gang Leader Qiao must have been looking for the leader." Abbot Xuan Ci's eyes were slightly absent-minded. Recalling the battle at Yanmen Pass, he could not help but feel a wave of regret.
"I'm here to find the mastermind behind Yanmen Pass. I learned from Wanjie Lou that the mastermind was hiding in the Sutra Depository of the Shaolin Temple. I hope His Abbotship can help me," Qiao Feng requested.
After all, if the Shaolin Temple tried to stop him from capturing people, Qiao Feng would have no choice but to force his way into the Sutra Depository.
Abbot Xuan Ci nodded and said with a bitter expression, "Not only is the mastermind in Shaolin Temple, but the leader is also in Shaolin Temple."
"What?" At this moment, Qiao Feng could no longer maintain his composure.
He didn't expect that his parents' murderers were hiding in the Shaolin Temple, the place where he had lived for more than ten years.
"Oh?" Zhou Yang was slightly surprised. Could it be that Abbot Xuan Ci was going to 'surrender'?
With his current level of martial arts and the strength of the Shaolin Temple, it was too easy for him to cover up this matter.
However, Zhou Yang soon understood.
Abbot Xuan Ci was born in the Shaolin Temple and was proficient in all kinds of Shaolin martial arts. At the age of forty, he had mastered the Vajra Palm, which no one had mastered for more than a hundred years. He was a once-in-a-century genius.
However, in the original world of demi-gods and semi-devils, Abbot Xuan Ci's martial arts were really bad.
It didn't match his talent at all.
Inner demon!
Looking at Abbot Xuan Ci's state, Zhou Yang couldn't help but think.
Abbot Xuan Ci was now in the Early-stage of the Grand Master Realm, but Zhou Yang could clearly feel that the Genuine Qi in his body was a little chaotic.
Of course, the battle at Yanmen Pass where he accidentally killed Qiao Feng's family had brought him serious psychological pressure.
After entering Wanjie Lou, Abbot Xuan Ci's martial arts realm had improved by leaps and bounds.
The guilt of that year had turned into an inner demon.
If he didn't solve it, maybe one day he would die of Qi deviation.
"Amitabha, Donor Xiao, Donor Murong, come out."
"It's time to settle the karma of the battle at Yanmen Pass."
Abbot Xuan Ci stopped in front of the Scripture Pavilion and softly chanted.
Although his voice wasn't very loud, the two white-haired old men in the Scripture Pavilion heard it clearly.
Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo.
Xiao Yuanshan was burly and brave like Qiao Feng, but compared to Qiao Feng, he was more ruthless and arrogant, looking more ferocious.
Murong Bo had a scholarly appearance, but if one looked carefully, one would find that his eyes were filled with malice. With a glance, one would feel that he was a very shrewd person.
When the two heard Abbot Xuan Ci's words, their expressions changed slightly. They didn't think that their identities had already been exposed.
As for the battle at Yanmen Pass, the two were very clear.
One was the victim, and the other was the mastermind behind it.
Xiao Yuanshan looked at Murong Bo in surprise. That year, there was no such person among the murderers who participated in the attack on his family.
Since they had already been discovered, there was no need to continue.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two figures flew out of the Scripture Pavilion. When Qiao Feng saw Xiao Yuanshan's face, he was a little absent-minded.
Xiao Yuanshan's appearance was too similar to his, as if it was him twenty years later.
"Feng 'er, I am your father, Xiao Yuanshan. From today onwards, you should be called Xiao Feng." Xiao Yuanshan walked in front of Qiao Feng and said. Xiao Yuanshan was very satisfied with his own growth.
Only that he frowned at Qiao Feng's soft-heartedness.
"Father?" Xiao Feng had a face of doubt. Back then, weren't his parents all killed?
However, he wasn't too shocked in his heart. Because when he saw Xiao Yuanshan's appearance, he was already mentally prepared.
"Back then, I listened to Benefactor Murong's information and brought Chief Wang and twenty other martial experts to ambush Benefactor Xiao's family." Abbot Xuan Ci said slowly.
When Abbot Xuan Ci finished speaking, Xiao Feng's face was filled with disbelief. The Abbot of Shaolin Temple that he had always respected was actually the big brother who killed his family.
Xiao Yuanshan looked at Murong Bo at the side, his killing intent was revealed. He had lived together with him for thirty years.
To a certain extent, Murong Bo, who he viewed as a friend, was actually the mastermind behind the tragic death of his wife.
As for Murong Bo, he had a face of astonishment. Back then, in order to provoke the hatred between Great Song and Khitan, he had planned the battle of Yanmen Pass. The direct victim had actually stayed in the same place as him for tens of years.
Usually, they would even use the seventy-two ultimate skills of Shaolin Temple to exchange martial skills. This made him feel that he had met his match.
Sou!
Regardless of whether it was Xiao Yuanshan or Murong Bo who was preparing to escape, in that instant, both of their acupuncture points were sealed by Abbot Xuan Ci, making them unable to move.
"Father!" Looking at Xiao Yuanshan whose acupuncture points were sealed, his face was filled with shock. Could it be that the Abbot of Shaolin Temple wanted to kill them all in one fell swoop?
"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!" Xiao Feng flew into a rage and charged towards Abbot Xuan Ci. His entire body erupted with 120% of his power. Accompanied by a deep dragon roar, Xiao Feng fiercely slammed his palm onto Abbot Xuan Ci's body.
Wah!
A large mouthful of blood spurted out from Abbot Xuan Ci's mouth.
Abbot Xuan Ci's strength couldn't be compared to the Sweeping Monk from back then. He took the palm head-on, causing blood to spurt out. Even Zhou Yang could hear the sound of bones breaking.
If it wasn't for Abbot Xuan Ci's body being strengthened by the strengthening potion, this palm would have taken at least half of his life.
Xiao Feng retracted his palm and looked at Abbot Xuan Ci in astonishment. Abbot Xuan Ci actually didn't dodge his palm.
"Good, Feng 'er, kill this bald donkey." Xiao Yuanshan's face was filled with joy as he looked at the heavily injured Abbot Xuan Ci.
"Why didn't you retaliate?" Xiao Feng angrily stared at Abbot Xuan Ci.
"Benefactor Xiao wants to kill this monk. This monk naturally won't switch hands." Abbot Xuan Ci calmly said with a trace of relief in his eyes.
"Do you really think that I don't dare to kill you?" Xiao Feng was a little hesitant, but his face was filled with fierceness.
Zhou Yang looked at Abbot Xuan Ci's appearance. It didn't look like he was acting cool. How did the script go wrong?
From the moment Abbot Xuan Ci subdued Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, Zhou Yang thought that Abbot Xuan Ci would propose to resurrect Xiao Feng's mother.
Then, he would hand Murong Bo over to Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan to obtain the forgiveness of Xiao Feng's family.
Then, everything would be fine.
From the looks of it now, Abbot Xuan Ci had already been completely influenced by his heart demon and was prepared to die.
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