After Qiao Feng's thoughtful persuasion and a burst of physical persuasion, Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui finally surrendered to his fist, and the two shook hands and made peace, and the past grudges were written off.

Qiao Feng took the two back to the Central Plains and worshiped Wuyazi before they dispersed.

After returning to the Luoyang headquarters, Qiao Feng handled the backlog of Beggars' Gang affairs that had been accumulated during this period, he took Azhu and the two of them on the way to Shaolin Temple.

Instead of making a big fuss, he traveled lightly. After coming to Shaoshi Mountain, he first asked Azhu to accompany Qiao's father and mother at home. Qiao Feng was alone and visited Shaolin abbot Xuanci.

In the Great Hall, sandalwood was gushing and people were surging. The elders were among the first in the Bodhi Courtyard, the Arhat Hall, the Prajna Courtyard, the Precepts Courtyard, the Bodhi Courtyard, the Zhike Courtyard, the Sutra Pavilion and other courtyards.

After greetings, everyone sat cross-legged on the cushion, and the abbot Xuanci and Qiao Feng sat opposite each other.

Monk Xuanci looked at him about fifty years old, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his demeanor was a great monk.

He clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha! I heard from Junior Brother Xuannan that it was a gratifying thing for the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect and his ranks before, and they took over as the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect and held two positions!"

Qiao Feng replied modestly: "The abbot praised it."

Xuan Ci looked at him seriously and said softly: "Gangmaster Qiao is the leader of the Beggars' Sect and the leader of the two major sects of Xiaoyao Sect, which is rare in the martial arts world for a hundred years. I hope that Gangmaster Qiao can be chivalrous and benefit his hometown. In this way, we will live up to the trust of Gangmaster Wang before his death."

He looked at Qiao Feng's tough face, exactly the same as the Khitan man thirty years ago, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and couldn't help but say ambiguous words.

Qiao Feng's eyes froze and asked, "Abbot Xuanci, Qiao wants to know, have you ever felt guilty about the Yanmen Pass in the past thirty years? Have you ever been afraid when you dreamed of it at midnight?"

The sound was not loud, but it sounded like lightning strikes in Xuan Ci's ears.

His pupils shrank, how did Qiao Feng know about the past?

Xuanci said: "What does Gangmaster Qiao mean? I don't understand very well."

He decided to pretend to be deaf and dumb, test it out, and see how much inside Qiao Feng knew.

His expression changes can be hidden from others, but Qiao Feng. Seeing that he refused to admit it, Qiao Feng smiled and said, "Abbot Xuanci, it seems that you have no guilt at all. Will your conscience hurt?"

Then, he said self-deprecatingly: "Ha! Yes, for the sake of the position of Shaolin Abbot, even Ye Erniang can be abandoned by you if she is willing to give birth to a child for you, let alone just a Khitan couple, so how can she feel guilty? How can she express her conscience?"

"presumptuous!"

“Bold!”

"Don't slander the abbot's senior brother!"

Before Xuanci could speak, the heads of Shaolin all shouted in anger when they heard this.

Xuan Kui said with a cold face: "Feng'er, don't talk nonsense, slander it, and apologize to Senior Brother Xuanci."

Qiao Feng looked at the faces of these people coldly, and couldn't help feeling bored. For the sake of the so-called reputation of the sect, these people ignored the fact that Xuanci violated the precepts and refused to admit it.

If Chen Hengzhi hadn't told him, Qiao Feng would never have thought that the respected and hypocritical Abbot Xuanci was actually a shameless person who abandoned his wife and children. Bah!

He waved his hand: "You can recognize it or not, Qiao doesn't care. Today I came to Shaolin Temple for two things, one is to find my biological father, and the other is to find Murong Bo, the mastermind behind the scenes.

As for whether your Shaolin Sect leader has broken the rules, Qiao is too lazy to care. I only have one sentence: People are doing it, God is watching!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the monks did not say a word. They were all insiders of the matter at Yanmen Pass back then. The incident was headed by the leader of Shaolin Temple. The victim came to him and they had nothing to say.

After a long time, Xuan Ci sighed and whispered: "The Yanmen Pass incident was provoked by the donor Murong and accidentally killed Ling Tang, which caused Ling Zun to jump off the cliff and commit suicide.

Over the years, I tossed and turned every night and found it difficult to fall asleep peacefully.

Unexpectedly, one report back to another!

My friend caused the destruction of other people's family, but his son was stolen. For twenty-four years, there was no news, and Er Niang also changed her mind and fell into the devil's way.

I am willing to resign from the position of Shaolin abbot and give him the disposal of Donor Qiao to repay the revenge of killing his mother.

I hope that Donor Qiao can calm down the situation and no longer pursue the matter."

"Abbot, you..."

Xuan Ji, the first director of the Discipline Academy, exclaimed in surprise.

The rest were also shocked by the news, and they were unable to accept this fact.

Xuan Ci waved his hand: "Young brother, don't say much. I have decided to do it. In the future, Junior Brother Xuan Ji will temporarily take the position of abbot of this temple."

After he said that, he took off the Buddhist beads and cassocks on his body, gently tidied them up, and then placed them on the ground.

He said to Qiao Feng: "Jiao Shi mainly kills and cuts, please give me some advice."

Qiao Feng looked at him playfully and said, "You just tie your hands to apologize. Don't you want to know the whereabouts of your son? Moreover, the mastermind behind the incident was still alive, so you don't want to ask him why he lied to you back then?"

He had a look of denial before, but in a blink of an eye he looked like he was being slaughtered. Why did Qiao Feng not be able to take action?

Upon hearing this, Xuan Ci, who lowered her head, suddenly looked up and said, "Do you know where my son is? You stole him back then? No, you were only 6 years old back then, not you..."

He felt that Qiao Feng knew nothing at all, just wanted to humiliate him.

"Your son is called Xu Zhu. Ye Erniang burned nine ring scars with Buddhist fragrance on his butt, whether you believe it or not."

Qiao Feng stood up and walked out of the hall. A voice came: "Mr. Qiao is looking for two people in the temple now, Abbot Xuanci, come if you have the guts."

He left the Main Hall and walked backwards.

The mountain behind Shaolin Temple is steep and the forest is dense and the road is steep. After walking for several miles, I feel that the empty mountains are silent. Only the sound of birds and birds singing among the trees is not shining with the sunshine in the mountains, which is quite chilling.

After walking for several miles, I turned over a bamboo forest. On the flat ground, there was a three-story exquisite attic, which was the famous Sutra Library.

Qiao Feng stood on the grass, faced the attic, and said loudly: "Qiao Feng came to visit the monk and asked the monk to show up."

Chen Hengzhi once said that in the Sutra Library on the back mountain of Shaolin Temple, there was a hidden master who turned into a sweeping mailman and hid in Shaolin for decades.

Therefore, although he came to find his biological father Xiao Yuanshan and his enemy Murong Bo, his fighting spirit was unprecedentedly high, and he wanted to compete with the inexplicable master.

Xuan Ci, Xuan Ji and others who came from behind all moved their minds, wondering what Qiao Feng was doing.

At this time, a hearty laughter came from the distance from the bottom of the mountain: "Haha, Lao Qiao, long time no see, I didn't expect you to come to Shaolin Temple."
Chapter completed!