In the attic, there are countless bookshelves, each of which is filled with scriptures. In an open space in front of the east wall, Xiao Yuanshan is lying on the ground, his arms hanging low, and blood is flowing from his mouth.
Murong Fu seemed to have not seen this, and kept scanning the attic. After he entered, he discovered that this was the Sutra Storage Pavilion of Shaolin Temple, where the sweeping monk usually lived.
"Dad!" After Xiao Feng and Murong Bo came in, Xiao Feng hurriedly jumped to Xiao Yuanshan's side to check the injury, while Murong Bo said to Murong Fu, "Fu'er, wait a moment and do it."
"Oh?" Murong Fu looked away, "But why?"
Murong Bo always felt that his son was too distant from him. It seemed that he had not heard him call "Dad" for a long time. He sighed secretly in his heart, but at this moment, two figures fell into the pavilion one after another.
"Master!"
"Master Murong!"
Murong Fu raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised, "Zhiruo, why are you here too?"
Li Mochou couldn't help but glance at Zhou Zhiruo when she heard such an affectionate name. She suddenly felt like a mirror, "I didn't expect that even this monk could not escape his clutches."
Zhou Zhiruo glanced at Xiao Yuanshan and his son, and said lightly, "I want to come and have a look."
Murong Fu understood in his heart. Seeing Murong Bo hesitate to speak, he nodded and said, "Zhiruo is one of our own."
Murong Bo seemed to have thought of something, laughed, and walked up to Xiao Yuanshan.
"Huh." Xiao Feng snorted coldly and stood up, with energy surging around his body, ready to take action at any time.
"Young Master Xiao, don't be nervous, I don't mean any harm." Murong Bo said with a smile.
"What do you want to say?" Xiao Feng asked.
Murong Bo did not answer him, but looked at Xiao Yuanshan, "Brother Xiao, you are the chief instructor of the Forbidden Army of the Liao Kingdom. Even if the dynasty changes, the status of your Xiao family in the Liao Kingdom is still very important. Your son is now ranked among the kings of the South Court of the Liao Kingdom.
He is the commander of nearly half of the Liao army. What I said is wrong."
Xiao Feng said nothing. Xiao Yuanshan struggled to sit up and looked at Murong Bo bitterly, "Why did you design to frame me back then?"
Murong Bo sighed leisurely, "To be honest, my Murong family is a descendant of the Yan Dynasty and aspires to restore the country. Thirty years ago, the Song Dynasty was strong. This is something I don't want to see. As a last resort, I
It can only attract foreign enemies to invade and weaken the Song Dynasty, but it cannot attract wolves into the house. After comprehensive consideration, only Daliao is the most suitable."
"But Daliao has been hiding outside the pass since it was defeated by the Jin Kingdom. After thinking about it, I chose you as the introduction. At that time, the Empress Dowager Xiao of the Liao Kingdom was in power, and you were her most trusted person. If something happened to you,
If we do, the Liao Kingdom will definitely raise its troops to attack."
Hearing this, Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan suddenly realized.
"But things are unpredictable. What I didn't expect was that not long after that, the Mongolian cavalry swept through the Central Plains. The Song Dynasty was the first to bear the brunt. However, the Liao Kingdom was controlled by the Mongols and had to send troops to deal with the Jin Kingdom. My calculations did not work in the slightest.
effect."
When Zhou Zhiruo heard this, her pretty eyebrows wrinkled. She had always thought that Murong Fuzhi wanted to dominate the world in order to save the world, but now that Murong Bo said it, it seemed that her taste had completely changed.
Xiao Feng even said angrily, "I thought the Murong family was chivalrous and dedicated to the country and the people. It turns out that they are ambitious and want to steal the country. Especially you, an old man with evil thoughts, actually came up with such a vicious plan to plot against my family."
"Shut up, you are also a Khitan, so what qualifications do you have to call me master?" Li Mochou stepped forward, the sword of equality in her hand ready to move.
"Chou'er, step back." Murong Fu gently pulled Li Mochou behind him, glanced at Zhou Zhiruo, and said calmly, "Help for the common people is not something you can achieve with just a porridge or a penny. Those who achieve great things should not stick to trivial matters.
"
Zhou Zhiruo savored Murong Fu's words carefully, and there seemed to be infinite truth in them, but she didn't seem to say anything. However, she remembered that Xiao Feng and his son were Khitan people and Khitan nobles. Even if they were framed, it would not matter.
"My son is right." Murong Bo praised him and said to Xiao Yuanshan, "Brother Xiao, now that you have seen this situation, what do you think are the chances of you taking revenge?"
"Ahem..." Xiao Yuanshan coughed up a mouthful of blood and hummed, "Don't be complacent. Even if I die, I have a son, and a son will have a son. I, the Xiao family, will fight your Murong family until death. There will always be revenge.
One day.”
"Brother Xiao, these words are a bit deceiving." Murong Bo sneered, "I'm afraid it will be difficult for Mr. Xiao to escape today. Although your Xiao family is a wealthy family, not everyone is willing to fight for someone who was born thirty years ago.
Just stand up for someone who is already dead."
Xiao Yuanshan was silent. Murong Bo was right. Thirty years ago, his family was completely killed and injured. Although he and Feng'er survived, they were actually dead in the eyes of the Liao people. Murong Bo's plan was successful, but
However, the Liao Kingdom did not send troops to attack, so I had to lament that the people were gone and the tea was cold.
After a long while, a trace of determination flashed in Xiao Yuanshan's eyes, "So what, even if I and my son fight to the death, I can drag one of you to the underworld together."
"Haha," Murong Bo sneered, "Brother Xiao and I said this to give you a chance for revenge. Since Brother Xiao doesn't want it, you can give it a try."
Murong Fu raised his eyebrows slightly, he had roughly guessed Murong Bo's plan.
Xiao Yuanshan's heart moved when he heard this, "Less than 10%."
"Haha," Murong Bo smiled, "I'm afraid Brother Xiao has overestimated it. It's completely impossible. But if Brother Xiao can agree to a condition, I will kill myself with a knife and give you a life."
"What conditions?" Xiao Yuanshan asked quickly.
"It's very simple. For you, it's just a matter of words." Murong Bo smiled, "As long as you agree to lead troops into the Central Plains and assist the Murong family in conquering the Song Dynasty, I will give you my life back immediately."
"No need," Murong Fu frowned and said, "I have my own plans for restoring the country, and I don't need you to risk your life. Besides, I can't trust this father and son."
Murong Bo waved his hand and took a deep look at Murong Fu, "Fu'er, you are very outstanding. I never dreamed that my son, Murong Bo, would be so outstanding. Even compared to the ancestors of Longcheng, he is no less generous."
"With your presence, the revival of Dayan is no longer far away, but as a member of the Murong family and your father, I must do something for you and the Murong family.
"
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment. He somewhat understood Murong Bo's thoughts, but his goal was different from Murong Bo's. It would be detrimental to the interests of the people to lead the Liao army to attack the Song Dynasty. Moreover, the Liao Kingdom was already under the control of Mongolia.
If you lure the wolf into the house, the Murong family will fall into a passive position.
Xiao Yuanshan was a little moved, but Xiao Feng said scornfully, "I have learned a lot today, but this is absolutely impossible. Not to mention whether I can lead the army into the Central Plains, even if I can, I will not be right.
The Han take action."
Murong Fu said solemnly, "I will not agree to this matter. With the current strength of the Murong family, there is no need for the Liao army. Bringing them in will only succeed but fail. My father cannot afford to sacrifice his life for this."
Murong Bo ignored Murong Fu and just stared at Xiao Feng, "Now that the world is in chaos, even if you don't attack the Central Plains, the people of the Song Dynasty will still live in dire straits. Is there any difference?"
"The situation in the world cannot be controlled by me, Xiao Feng. All I can do is try my best to prevent the Liao army from entering the Central Plains and poisoning the Han people. That's all." Xiao Feng said these two sentences loudly and sonorously. Xiao Yuanshan opened his mouth, but there was no response.
Say anything more.
"Amitabha," suddenly, an old Buddha's name came, "Almsgiver Xiao has a kind heart and cares about the world, which is really admirable."
"Who is there!" Murong Bo, Zhou Zhiruo, and Li Mochou all turned around suddenly and looked towards a corner.
Although Murong Fu didn't look back, he noticed in his mind that there was a vague aura behind a bookshelf five feet behind him. He couldn't help being surprised, "Good guy, I've been looking for it since I stepped into the Sutra Pavilion.
I didn’t expect that your position would be avoided by you.”
Murong Fu slowly turned around, and a skinny monk wearing a green robe came out from behind the bookshelf. He was holding a broom and was sweeping the floor. His long and sparse beards were all white.
Except for Murong Fu, everyone was shocked. If the old monk had not made a sound, no one would have noticed that there was anyone there, except Xiao Yuanshan. He was seriously injured, but the others were all extremely powerful people.
I haven’t noticed, how high is this old monk’s martial arts?
"Alas," the old monk sighed, bent down to pick up a few books scattered on the ground, held them in his hands, blew on them, put them back on the bookshelf, and sighed, "You come here and there, reading the scriptures, but I don't know.
Cherish the scriptures.”
"How long have you been here?" Murong Bo asked coldly. If this old monk had been here a long time ago, wouldn't it mean that all the words he just said fell into his ears, and he would have no choice but to kill him and silence him.
The old monk was startled for a moment, his cloudy eyes rolled twice, and after a while he shook his head and said, "Forty-two, or forty-three years, it's been too long, I don't remember..."
Murong Bo flipped his wrist, and a touch of strength was hidden in his palm. Just as he was about to make a move, Murong Fu swayed and stopped in front of him, shaking his head slightly.
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs. Not long after, several figures appeared in the attic. Xuan Cheng and Fang Zheng were among them. They glanced around and finally landed on the old monk. They clasped their hands and bowed.
He bowed and said, "Amitabha."
The old monk seemed to have not seen him before, and while sweeping the floor, he read, "Almost thirty years ago, this old benefactor Xiao sneaked into the temple, peeked at the scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion, and found a copy of 'Cassock to Conquer Demons', and he was so happy that he
I went there, and after a few months, I returned to the pavilion and saw a book called "How to Conquer the Magic Wand," which felt like a treasure."
"The old monk couldn't bear to see the old benefactor Xiao escaping into the devil's barrier, so he placed a 'Lotus Sutra' in the place where he often obtained scriptures, hoping that the benefactor would be able to turn around and be safe. Unexpectedly, the old benefactor Xiao turned a blind eye to the scripture, and in his heart
There are only martial arts secrets."
When Xiao Yuanshan heard these words, his face turned pale slightly. He didn't expect that the things he thought he had done extremely covertly over the years would actually fall into the eyes of others, and he couldn't help but feel a little scared.
"Twenty years ago," the old monk continued, "when the old benefactor Murong came to this pavilion, his demonic barrier became even deeper. He actually made a copy of all the unique skills and secret books of the temple, and I think he brought them back to the pavilion.