0478: Death is too easy, the black wind begins to worship the mountain
"The revenge of killing my mother should not be done by others!"
Xiao Feng's eyes widened, and he suddenly raised his palms. He finally thought of A'Zhu, who looked gloomy at the side, and looked at Murong Bo and said, "Do you have any last words to say?"
Murong Bo gave a long laugh and said sadly, "How can a man be happy in life, and how can he be afraid of death!
It's a pity that my Murong family has worked hard to revive Dayan since our ancestors, but now in my generation, it has been discontinued. It's a pity...
I can't fight back at all now, and dying in the hands of such a good man like you, Xiao Feng, is not an insult. The A'Zhu beside you is the child I brought into my house and watched grow up. I only hope you can treat her kindly and take action.
Bar!"
Xiao Feng frowned. Seeing Murong Bo's manliness, he actually applauded with emotion.
If it were just an ordinary grudge, he would just laugh it off and sit down and drink with the other person. But this person is the murderer of his mother and his enemy. He is also cunning and cunning and has done many evil things. He must die today.
"Feng'er, you have a broad mind, so don't let this old thief fool you."
Xiao Yuanshan took a step forward, pointed at Murong Bo and yelled angrily, "Are you still pretending like this today? I will kill you with one palm now!"
The words just fell.
He roared angrily and struck out with his palm, which was extremely powerful and terrifying, and brought up a gust of wind.
Immediately, many people present who had interacted with the Murong family in the past did not dare to look at it. They only thought that with this palm, Murong Bo would die in a miserable way.
At that moment, Jiang Dali stepped forward, his majestic and tall body blocking the group of Shaolin monks like a wall, looking around in all directions.
It wasn't until he heard a cracking sound behind him, bursts of uproar around him, and frightened faces shaking in front of his eyes that Jiang Dali suddenly knew that Murong Bo was dead.
Look back.
Sure enough, the head of the Murong family, the last and only descendant of Murong Longcheng, was really palmed to death by Xiao Yuanshan on the spot. His chest collapsed, his internal organs were shattered, his eyes were wide-eyed and he bled to death.
"I didn't even snort until my death. I'm still a man. You are much better than your son."
Jiang Dali looked at Murong Bo's body and commented softly. For a moment, he felt some strange and indescribable feelings.
In his previous life, both Murong Bo and Murong Fu were great NPC heroes to him.
Murong Bo's fate in his previous life was definitely not the same.
Instead, he teamed up with Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Feng, Murong Fu and others to fight against the sweeping monk. In the end, Da Che Da Wu and Xiao Yuan Shan converted to Buddhism.
But in this life, both Murong Fu and Murong Bo can be said to have died because of him.
Murong Bo had no intention of coming to Shaolin in this life. Apparently he had already heard the news about his Black Wind Village coming to Shaolin in large numbers and avoided it in advance, but he was still forcibly captured by him.
Just now, Jiang Dali was still thinking about whether the sweeping monk would show up to stop him. He was thinking about the so-called vague cause and effect or destiny, so he stood up to take precautions.
Who would have expected that Murong Bo would be slapped to death so easily.
The imaginary sweeping monk never appeared.
Jiang Dali looked at Xiao Feng.
At this time, Xiao Feng had also recovered from the death of his great enemy. He couldn't help but look at Jiang Dali, who was looking over. His face suddenly became solemn, apparently thinking of the reminder Jiang Dali had given him.
But at this time, the mysterious sweeping monk did not appear, and Xiao Feng's solemn expression relaxed slightly.
After expressing gratitude to Dali, Xiao Feng and his father Xiao Yuanshan looked at Master Xuanci who was proclaiming the title of Buddha.
"Amitabha!"
Master Xuanci faced the crowd and said loudly, "I have violated the Buddhist precepts and tarnished the reputation of Shaolin. Junior Brother Xuanji, according to the precepts of this temple, how should I be punished?"
Xu Zhu and Ye Erniang, who were on one side, were both startled. They opened their mouths to stop them, but they didn't know what to say.
Another monk Xuanji suddenly looked troubled, "This...this...senior brother..."
At this moment, several sneers came from the player group.
"Could it be that the abbot of Shaolin did something evil and gave birth to an illegitimate child, so there is no punishment?"
"That's right, in that case, Shaolin is nothing more than that."
As soon as these words came out, hundreds of angry looks were directed at those players.
Even the large number of Shaolin disciples who were also players felt humiliated at this time, and they all glared away in anger.
However, Xuanci's expression did not change, "The state has national laws, and families have family rules. In any sect, gang, sect or temple, it is inevitable that there will be unscrupulous disciples. To preserve the reputation of the people, we no longer seek that no one will violate the rules forever, but seek to get things done."
Punish according to law, without excuse.
Xuanci violated the precepts of sexual intercourse, and as the abbot, his crime and punishment were doubled. Shaolin precepts never give him lenient mercy.
The law enforcement monk severely punished Xuanci with two hundred sticks."
After saying that, he knelt down directly on the ground, facing the Buddha statue in the Shaolin Daxiong Hall in the distance, and lifted up his monk's robe, exposing his back.
Seeing such a scene, all the surrounding heroes looked at each other with horror. They only thought that the abbot of Shaolin took the initiative to be tortured in public, which was indeed against the laws of nature.
Even Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan, whose anger had not yet disappeared, looked slightly condensed, saying that the monk did indeed have a heart of repentance.
A large number of players were talking about it as if they were watching the excitement, some applauded, some said the punishment was too little, and not many sympathized.
"Hey hey hey, I'm beating myself up. Today I saw the Shaolin abbot setting a precedent."
"If the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, how can you convince the public in the future if you don't punish yourself?"
The words of some players immediately angered many Shaolin disciples.
Immediately some bad-tempered Shaolin players stepped forward to fight, but were scolded and scolded by their elders.
Seeing such a scene, Jiang Dali lost his mood to continue watching the fun.
He had already seen this scene in his previous life.
Abbot Xuanci finally died under the blow of two hundred sticks, and Ye Erniang also committed suicide.
But even though he knew the outcome, he certainly wouldn't stop it.
Because forgiveness is the greatest punishment for a person who knows he has made a mistake.
"It seems...if you don't go to the Sutra Pavilion in Shaolin, or if Shaolin doesn't encounter a disaster, it won't alarm the sweeping monk at all.
And the character of Esau, who has been reclusive for many years, will never come out in this little situation."
Jiang Dali looked at the stick and started to greet Xiang Xuanci, and thought to himself.
He looked at the many architectural temple walls of Shaolin behind the mountain, his eyes long and thoughtful.
There was an inexplicable feeling of regret in my heart, and even a feeling of eagerness to try.
He only said that he should just let go of Murong Bo and let him run to the Sutra Pavilion just like he did in the previous life.
In this way, the sweeping monk will naturally be introduced.
If he tries to force his way to the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion now, he will be greatly hindered and trigger a large-scale battle. In addition, the sweeping monk may still not come out in the end.
Logically speaking.
Now that Xiao Feng's revenge has been avenged, everyone should be happy that a master like the sweeping monk did not appear and avoid trouble.
But for this mysterious and powerful man who is suspected to be comparable to an old eunuch.
Jiang Dali always had curiosity and a strong desire to fight. He really wanted to meet this mysterious old monk and see how powerful he really was.
This kind of emotion is like Ding Peng wanting to challenge Xie Xiaofeng after mastering his sword skills.
It's completely a strong person's curiosity, questioning and desire to challenge another stronger person who seems to exist.
"It seems that the players are teasing me as the king of troublemakers, and they are right. My current mentality is indeed just to make trouble for myself."
After teasing him in his heart, Jiang Dali turned his eyes and looked at the many copycat players on the surrounding mountain paths who had been glaring at Shaolin players for a long time.
"I have to follow the original plan and let these players challenge Shaolin players and even NPC disciples, provoking a large-scale competition and exchange that attracts everyone's attention. Only then will it be easier for me to sneak into Shaolin."
He immediately stepped forward and walked to the field.
"Hey! What are you going to do again?"
Lu Xiaofeng was stunned, and the man's intuition told him that the leader of Black Wind Village might be in trouble again.
Jiang Dali made this move.
Suddenly, the eyes of thousands of heroes turned from Xuanci, who was being punished by the staff, to him.
A series of looks of fear, doubt, and awe intertwined with each other. I didn't know what the Black Wind Village Master was going to do when he suddenly stood up at this time.
"Fellow heroes and martial arts comrades!"
Jiang Dali stood in the middle of the field and shouted loudly. His thick arms clasped his fists from left to right, and then from right to left. After attracting everyone's attention, he said loudly.
"Now the leader, Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin, has received the punishment himself. Murong Bo, the instigator of the Yanmen Pass incident, has also died here.
This is how my brother Xiao Feng's great revenge has been avenged.
However, the leader of this village has a second thing to do here, and that is to dare to see the martial arts of Shaolin, the master of martial arts..."
"Come on, come on, the leader of the village has finally started the second phase of the power mission."
"I thought the leader of the village would forget about Heifeng worshiping Shanlei, but now he finally brought it up."
"I've been waiting so long that I can't bear it! I've quietly contacted several bad guys from Shaolin and will start performing hard later."
When all the players heard Jiang Dali's announcement, they immediately became excited, knowing that the long-awaited Black Wind Mountain Worship Tournament was about to begin.
"...It has been rumored in the world that martial arts in the world originated from Shaolin.
The owner of this village has always admired the prestige of Shaolin.
But at the same time, I want all the brothers in the village to experience Shaolin martial arts in person, so as not to become arrogant by sitting in a well and looking at the sky."
Jiang Dali said with a smile at the end, looking directly at a group of Shaolin monks whose faces turned dark.
"Eminent monks, the leader of this village will bow down to Shan Lei today and let the young men in the village compete with you Shaolin Gaodi to learn the unique skills of Shaolin. How about it?"
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