Xuan Ku's Memories

Wang Yuyan was even more doubtful about life. Originally, the cave master, whom the Tianshan Tonglao might not even remember, was now affectionately called Little Turtle.

Curse Technique have truly changed the fate of many people.

For example, her entire family died.

Li Lin noticed Wang Yuyan's low spirits and promptly took her hand. "Do you need me to help? If you're willing, Murong Fu can be killed right now."

This isn't abrupt; they've already hugged, so what's the big deal about shaking hands?

Trace Origin

He gently grasped at the air with his large hand.

A thread suddenly appeared from the air, with a faint glint of blood on it.

Two bamboo leaves fell and overlapped automatically, flying out of Li Lin's hand and transforming into a pair of Winky scissors.

"It is Murong Fu's lifeline, if you are willing."

Li Lin didn't finish his sentence, but the scissors he handed over automatically completed the rest of his words.

"Why hesitate?" Huang Rong urged, "Just do it. Brother Lin is giving you this opportunity."

"A curse technique?" Wu Yazi suppressed his desire to add content to the "Curse Scripture" and looked at his granddaughter. "Child, you should do it."

"Young Master, please make your move," Feng Bo'e urged.

Murong Fu has now changed his appearance—no, he has completely changed his persona.

He was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He had a large, flat nose and was quite ugly. His monk's robe was patched in many places, but it was very clean.

Although he left A'zhu, his Transfiguration had reached the level of Human Transfiguration.

He never revealed this secret to anyone.

Because he once thought of using this to replace the emperor.

But now.

He began to hesitate, wondering if it was worth the exposure.

He was just blocking Qiao Feng, not assassinating him, so there was no need for him to pretend.

He had clearly made a plan and secretly observed Xuan Ku's behavior for nearly half a year, but when it came time to actually carry it out, he hesitated.

Xuan Ku is, after all, Qiao Feng's master, and his fundamental Curse Technique has not been revealed. He knows two of the Seventy-Two Arts: the Demon Subduing Palm and the Burning Wood Saber Technique. Should we replace him with a young novice monk?

That's what he's become now.

But how could a young novice monk of the "Xu" generation get close to Qiao Feng and intercept him in time?

Thinking of this, he revealed his monk's robe, but then withdrew it.

Indecisiveness prevailed.

He also used the same nonsensical technique of [Sound Transmission] to reply to Feng Bo'e behind him, "I've thought about it, and my identity is quite legitimate. I grew up in Shaolin Temple."

"Moreover, this young novice monk is not good with words, is dull and pedantic, and is very easy to imitate."

"His internal strength is also average. The sleeping acupoint I applied can make him sleep from now until dawn tomorrow."

"Xuan Ku is actually harder to control."

"As Xu Zhu, all I have to do is act foolishly and pretend to peek at Qiao Feng to get close."

The reason Murong Fu didn't just kill them outright was because one of the monks at Shaolin Temple had mastered the Family Incantation, a Curse Technique that could detect the condition of family members.

All registered disciples are protected by this Curse Technique.

If any disciple dies, a sharp sound will emanate from the large vat behind Xuan Ci on the high platform.

"Young Master is intelligent." Feng Bo'e turned his back to Xu Zhu, pretending that his attention was entirely on the martial arts competition on the stage.

Xu Zhu, looking reluctant, shook his head and chanted Amitabha as he walked towards the monks.

Most of the monks who noticed his approach snorted coldly and walked away.

With Abbot Xuan Ci taking the lead in getting married, there are very few monks willing to abide by the precepts.

Xu Zhu, however, was one of the few who took the precepts—no, he was one of the few among the few. He incorporated adherence to the precepts into every habit, even reciting the "Drinking Water Mantra" to deliver the 84,000 tiny insects in each bowl of water, thus satisfying his own "selfish desire" to drink water.

He was like a mirror, reflecting the ugly side of those monks who made excuses not to take vows.

Unfortunately, he was ugly and of average talent.

Therefore, apart from his master and a few monks Xuan Ku, no one liked him.

"Xu Zhu, you've come too."

Xuan Ku had a bitter face, troubled by the fact that the Shaolin monks no longer followed the precepts and were fond of fighting.

Then he saw the good boy in his eyes, Xu Zhu, appear before him.

He immediately smiled.

Murong Fu couldn't help but feel a little smug, while comforting himself that he hadn't been cowardly, but rather wise.

"Grandmaster," said 'Xu Zhu', his eyes gleaming with admiration, gesturing awkwardly, "I want to see Gang Leader Qiao." He made a gesture that would enrage any Korean man, "Just a Dotty closer. I've heard he's a great hero."

At such close range, Xuan Ku's cultivation level allows him to see through any disguise.

Therefore, he didn't raise any suspicions.

Instead, he sighed, "A great hero, huh?"

A hint of tenderness and pain flashed in his eyes. "Feng'er is indeed remarkable. But I would rather he wasn't a great hero, so he wouldn't have to navigate the murky world of martial arts and the imperial court, experiencing life and death so many times. I would rather his life had been too bitter!"

Murong Fu couldn't help but sneer inwardly. He was suffering? He was just being foolish! If I were him, I would have been emperor long ago!

But on the surface, he could only show his agreement with his elders' words and a slight incomprehension due to Xu Zhu's limited intelligence. "Why doesn't Gang Leader Qiao take vows and become a lay disciple? Serving Buddha for life, eating vegetarian food and chanting scriptures is such a wonderful thing."

Xuan Ku's gaze swept aimlessly across Xuan Ci on the stage, recalling those painful fragments of memory.

"Abbot, why does Feng'er want to go to the Beggar's Gang?"

"In terms of character, he respects his teachers and elders and is friendly with his peers."

"In terms of martial arts, he easily mastered two of the Seventy-Two Peerless Skills, one of which was the 'Dragon Capturing Skill,' which had not been mastered for a hundred years."

"Junior Brother Xuan Ku, you know his identity, right?" Xuan Ci said. "Teaching him my ultimate skills is already an exception. As for staying at Shaolin, you should know what he did when he was seven years old!"

"That doctor looked down on the poor and didn't care about their lives. He was certainly despicable, but he didn't deserve to die."

"But he wanted to kill people because of this. It's too barbaric and too cruel for a seven-year-old child to kill people. The evil stemming from his Khitan bloodline was already showing at such a young age."

"Xuan Ci!" Xuan Ku's prayer beads fell to the ground. "Then why didn't you mention that this doctor not only verbally abused Feng'er's mother but also kicked her and demanded compensation for her clothes! Why didn't you mention that he also pushed Feng'er out of the clinic, causing Feng'er to bleed from the head! Why didn't you mention that Feng'er was also falsely accused of stealing money from the family because of this!"

"Because you feel guilty! Every time you see Feng'er, you think of the wrong things you've done, so you want to drive him far away, right!"

Xuan Ci lowered his head, turned his back, and said before leaving the room, "Junior brother, I know you have always treated him like your own son, but since you have broken your vow of celibacy, why don't you find someone who cares for you and have a son of your own?"

My own son!

Such slanderous words against the Buddha actually came from the abbot, and in such a pure and sacred place as a Buddhist temple.

Xuan Ku awoke from his reverie, his lips trembling.

Looking at the familiar faces who were preparing to fight the Beggar's Gang' Sect for the sake of empty fame, he sighed again.

The seven sufferings described by the Buddha are birth, old age, sickness, death, being forced to be with those you hate, being separated from those you love, and not getting what you want.

"Xuan Ku, I was just an ordinary person adrift in the sea of suffering."

"Go take a break, go take a break."

Watching Xuan Ku leave inexplicably, Murong Fu thought to himself, "That old monk, has he gone mad?"

But he didn't care. He had already achieved his goal through Xuan Ku and approached the high platform as a monk of the Xu generation.

Qiao Feng even smiled at him.

Even the dog emperor, out of respect for Qiao Feng, nodded slightly to him.

This was truly the highlight of his life.

He even felt that even if he died at this moment, it would be worth it!

"Young Master has succeeded!" Inside the carriage, Bao Butong looked around disdainfully like a victorious hen. "I think that even without your help, Young Master could assassinate Song Emperor himself."

Tang Mu raised an eyebrow, the news of Murong Fu's successful infiltration offsetting his renewed Killing Intent towards Bao Butong.

Bao Butong escaped death.

The same applies to Murong Fu.

Just as Wang Yuyan was about to cut Murong Fu's Setsuna...

A clear male voice rang out from outside the bamboo house.

"I am Duan Yu, the Duan Yu of the Prince of Zhennan. It is not my wish to disturb Crow Venerable's peace and quiet. It is only because my father sent me to find my younger sister."

The voice was filled with a sense of peace.

Wang Yuyan put down the scissors.

Wu Yazi, who was annoyed by the disturbance, was not angry. He simply replied, "There is no one with the surname Duan in this house."

"Is there anyone with the surname Wang?" Duan Yu continued.

At the same time, a stiff voice rang out, "Crow Venerable, please forgive me, but my fundamental Curse Technique is the Bloodline Bond Curse. Miss Wang is a child of Duan Zhengchun, the Prince of Zhennan of Dali."

"So you mean?" Wu Yazi's refined face revealed a set of cold, white teeth. "My daughter Qingluo is just a concubine without any official status?"

The Curse Technique in his heart transformed into a heart-destroying incantation, and a frenzied intent surged forth from his vast and unfathomable inner energy.

"Grandfather." Wang Yuyan stood in front of Wu Yazi.

This is why she has never heard about the original fate she saw, for fear of her grandfather's wrath.

Although she no longer wanted to have anything to do with Duan Yu and Duan Zhengchun, she also did not want to see them die.

Duan Yu gave a wry smile; he hadn't expected the Crow Venerable to be so powerful.

The sheer aura emanating from him sent chills down his spine.

At the same time, he was also somewhat moved.

Because Duan Yanqing had already Silencio protected him.

Although Crown Prince Yanqing was at odds with my father and uncle, he did treat me like his own son, strictly teaching me martial arts and worldly experience while also showing me tenderness.

"That's where Crow Venerable is." Qiao Feng suddenly stood up and transformed into a cloud dragon, flying towards the cliff.

"Damn it!" Tang Mu was furious.

What a great opportunity! Qiao Feng can leave Song Emperor's side.

But the other personnel have not yet been properly arranged.

"Where did Jiumozhi go?!"

Jiumozhi, who was in charge of blocking the Buddha Kingdom, wandered around the library like a mouse that had fallen into a rice jar.

"One Finger Zen Skill!"

"The Maha Finger Art! The Three Entries into Hell has such a surprising twist!"

"Heart-Mind Primordial Unity Skill!"

"The Arhat Divine Skill!"

At this moment, he had completely forgotten all his tasks.

Outside the window, on the corridor, a gaunt monk in a blue robe was sweeping the floor with a broom.

He walked into the library without any attempt to conceal himself, saying, "It's good to forget, it's good to forget."

What's chilling is that even when the monk's broom touched the surface of Jiumozhi's shoe, Jiumozhi remained completely oblivious.

He even started reading Buddhist scriptures that he shouldn't have had time to look at.

My mood has become more peaceful.

Xiao Yuanshan was also in a very peaceful mood.

Seeing his son leave the Song Emperor, he did not order his men to make a move.

Because now is not the most appropriate time.

He not only hoped that his son would ascend the throne, but also that his son's reputation would remain intact, so that he would not have a dishonorable history of becoming emperor like Zhao Kuangyin.

He hoped that every record of his son in history books would be one of praise.

Murong Fu alone might not be able to stop Feng'er, but what if he were added to the team?

Furthermore, his subordinates had become the second most trusted people by the Song Emperor.

"Damn it, those Liao dogs didn't even lift a finger!" Tang Mu was furious.

"No, no—" Bao Butong's thick neck was lifted up by Tang Mu like a chicken, and the aura of death entered Bao Butong's body along Tang Mu's hand.

Bao Butong's rosy face gradually lost its color, and his short legs dangled in the air as he struggled to kick.

"Don't make me kill you!" Tom swung his right arm and slammed Bao Butong to the ground.

Bao Butong, panting heavily, said, "I understand."

He verbally admitted defeat, but inwardly he was spewing profanities and engaging in a form of mental self-consolation: 'How dare a scoundrel's descendant treat me, Master Bao, like this! If it weren't for the young master... humph!'

"I understand." Duan Yu bowed towards the bamboo house. "I will have my father come over as soon as possible."

With Wang Yuyan intervening, Wu Yazi did not pursue the matter further.

He was just making threats, saying that Duan Zhengchun had to come over himself, or else he would have to go over there and castrate him.

Qiao Feng, seeing that they were just members of the Dali Royal Family, exchanged a few brief pleasantries and then left.

On the other side, the fighters on the arena had changed to members of Shaolin and the Beggar's Gang.

However, this is exactly what should be done.

This martial arts competition was supposed to determine the Martial Arts Alliance Leader, but in reality it was a conflict between Shaolin and the Beggar's Gang' Sect.

The appearance of separatist forces like Lingjiu Palace and wandering martial artists is merely a warm-up for the upcoming martial arts competition, while also showcasing their own power and strength.

Like the Yun Zhonghe the clouds, known as the Crane Immortal.

After winning a few matches, he stepped down on his own.

If he doesn't give himself dignity, the Beggar's Gang and Shaolin Temple might give him dignity.

But then Zhan Mu, the leader of the Beggar's Gang' Suzhou Branch, appeared.

A dark figure appeared before the high-ranking monks of the Hui generation from Shaolin Temple, leaping several times onto the towering entrance platform.

The crowd exclaimed, "Xifuzi!" "I knew it was him!" "Beauties belong only to the strong!"

At the same time, a woman in a green ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) shouted loudly from the crowd, "Lepu, Brother Mu, no!"

Lepu refers to Silipu, the common name for Xifuzi.

This woman is Li Li.

Zhan Mu's wife, Xifuzi's childhood sweetheart.

"Lili," Xifuzi sneered, pulling out the software from his belt, "Don't worry, for your sake, I'll spare his life."

"Lepu~" Zhan Mu drew the broadsword from his back, his eyes narrowed into slits, containing unparalleled Killing Intent, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Lili, I will spare his life as well."