Chapter 93

In the silence of the Bodhi Temple, there was not a sound; everyone was digesting the news brought by the letter.

Xiao Yuanshan didn't die? Is that possible? Could he have been hiding in Shaolin Temple all along?

The various speculations in the letter shook everyone's hearts, making it impossible for them to think clearly. Even Xiao Feng could not remain calm, his hands gripping the letter tightly as if holding a thousand pounds.

Surveying the crowd, Bai Xiaosheng sat silently on the side, quietly waiting for everyone to regain their composure. After about a quarter of an hour, Xuan Ci regained his senses and recited a Buddhist chant: "Amitabha!"

With his light call, everyone gradually came to their senses, but they still remained silent, sitting quietly with a look of deep thought in their eyes.

Xiao Feng looked at the letter, the words on it seemed to have a magical power, continuously impacting his mind, leaving him in a state of confusion. He raised his head and looked at Xuan Ci, his voice hoarse: "May I ask, Master, who was the person who delivered the message back then?"

Xuan Ci was silent, his eyelids drooping, his hands intertwined and gripping tightly, his skin turning white from the pressure.

Seeing that he was not speaking, Xiao Feng did not urge him, his heart also not at peace. It was Bai Xiaosheng who needed Xuan Ci to speak, so he could continue. He glanced around the room and said softly: "Abbot Xuan Ci, Xiao Yuanshan is no ordinary person. He is a military instructor for the Liao army and a pro-peace advocate. Having such a person in the Liao court would be beneficial to both the Song and Liao. The person who used your hands to eliminate Xiao Yuanshan probably had ill intentions."

"But..." Xuan Ci frowned, wanting to say something but ultimately sighed.

Seeing this, Bai Xiaosheng pressed harder: "Master, your trust in that person is enough to show his status in the martial world. But with such a big mistake, has Master never doubted him?"

"Amitabha!" Xuan Ci recited another Buddhist chant and slowly said: "This poor monk has indeed had doubts and once sent my junior brother Xuan Bei to investigate. But that person fell ill and passed away, perhaps feeling the same guilt as I do."

"Master Xuan Bei..." Bai Xiaosheng frowned, seemingly puzzled: "The Master Xuan Bei who died from the Vajra Staff?"

Xuan Ci nodded, but the other monks were somewhat unhappy, as Bai Xiaosheng's words were somewhat impolite. However, Bai Xiaosheng ignored them and looked intently at Xuan Ci, saying loudly: "The person who informed you, Master, couldn't have been Murong Bo, could it?"

Xuan Ci was startled, and the other monks also looked at Bai Xiaosheng in surprise. Bai Xiaosheng also showed a look of surprise and said: "It really was him..."

Beside him, Xiao Feng frowned, naturally having heard of Murong Bo.

"Amitabha! The leader is truly wise!" Xuan Ci sighed lightly and said: "Since the leader has guessed, this poor monk will no longer hide it. The person who informed me that day was indeed Murong Bo of Gusu. After the incident, I sent my junior brother Xuan Bei to Yanziwu several times to seek out Mr. Murong, hoping he could give me an explanation. But I never saw him in person, and later Mr. Murong passed away due to illness, which was very regrettable. Mr. Murong has already passed away, and I should not tarnish his reputation... sigh!"

Murong Bo, in everyone's eyes, was already a dead man, and saying it seemed pointless. If there were a living person, it could divert Xiao Feng's hatred, but Murong Bo was already dead. Could you really blame a dead man?

Xuan Ci stepped forward again and said to Xiao Feng: "Mr. Xiao, all the sins are on me. If Mr. Xiao must seek revenge, then come to this poor monk."

Xiao Feng's expression was complex, his hand slowly raised and then lowered, clearly unable to make a decision. The letter had a huge impact on him. If his father was really alive, finding his father was the priority.

Just as everyone was nervously watching Xiao Feng, Bai Xiaosheng suddenly said: "Master, who says Murong Bo is definitely dead?"

Everyone was stunned again, and Xiao Feng looked at Bai Xiaosheng, blurting out: "You mean he's not dead?"

"Leader, many people saw Mr. Murong's burial that day. He is already dead, why should you hold on to it?" Xuan Ci frowned, clearly thinking of the feud between the Beggar Gang and the Murong family, and the unresolved death of Ma Dayuan.

Bai Xiaosheng shook his head and said: "Master, I dare not speak without evidence. I say this because of the letter. If Brother Xiao's father might still be alive, why couldn't Murong Bo fake his death to avoid your investigation?"

"Fake death? Impossible!" The others were skeptical, and even Xuan Ci shook his head: "Impossible. Many martial heroes attended the funeral that day. Could they all have been wrong?"

"Master, it is possible," Bai Xiaosheng said, pacing slowly as if organizing his thoughts. After a while, he said: "Master, recently many people have been killed in the martial world. Not to mention Shan Zheng, but Ke Baishui and others died by their own ultimate techniques, including Master Xuan Bei. How many people in the martial world have such ability? We always say it was Murong Fu, but Murong Fu's martial arts... Ke Baishui and others might not be his match, but Master Xuan Bei? With Master Xuan Bei's martial arts, how could he fall to Murong Fu?"

"If Murong Bo is still alive, everything changes. Master sent Master Xuan Bei to Yanziwu several times, and perhaps Master Xuan Bei discovered some clues, which led to his death."

Listening to Bai Xiaosheng's speculations, everyone frowned and fell silent, even Xuan Ci had nothing to say. They all felt that Bai Xiaosheng's speculations made sense. Thinking about it, Murong Bo was in his prime back then, how could he have died suddenly? Saying he was ill, but who knew? Everyone saw his body, but with Murong Bo's martial arts, he could have faked his death using breath control techniques to deceive everyone.

Most importantly, Murong Bo might really still be alive!

After a long while, Xuan Ci slowly said: "The leader's speculations are not without reason, but since we cannot see Murong Bo, it can only remain speculation."

Bai Xiaosheng smiled slightly and said: "Abbot, I think we can set a trap. Now, everyone suspects Murong Fu. Shaolin has also sent people to Yanziwu to invite Murong Fu to Shaolin to explain Master Xuan Bei's death. We can use this opportunity to invite martial heroes from all over to discuss Brother Xiao and Murong Fu. If we make it big enough, Murong Bo will surely know. This concerns Murong Fu's life and the Murong family's reputation, I don't believe he won't come. Once he comes, the matter will be easier to resolve."

Hearing this, Xuan Ci and the other monks exchanged glances and nodded: "The layman's method is good. Shaolin will take it on. Junior brother Xuan Nan, you will personally issue the hero's invitation and must see Mr. Murong."

"Yes!" Xuan Nan nodded.

After saying this, Bai Xiaosheng smiled again and said: "Abbot, there's no need for such trouble. Look..." He took out the invitation he received at the foot of the mountain and handed it to the others: "This is the invitation from the Deaf-Mute Valley's Deaf-Mute Elder. Given the Deaf-Mute Elder's usual behavior, Murong Fu must have also received the invitation. If Master Xuan Nan goes to the Deaf-Mute Valley, he will surely see Murong Fu."

"Amitabha! This poor monk has also met Mr. Su a few times, which is quite fitting." Xuan Nan said, and the matter was settled.

Leaving the Bodhi Temple, Bai Xiaosheng pulled Xiao Feng into his room and said: "Brother, what do you think of the letter left by your predecessor?"

Xiao Feng shook his head, unsure how to respond. He had always admired his teacher, who was extremely intelligent and seemingly omniscient. What he said should be accurate, but involving himself and his father, Xiao Feng's mind was completely in chaos, unable to sort out his thoughts.

"Brother, you are so wise, why don't you analyze it for me. Do you think my father is really still alive?"

Looking at Xiao Feng, Bai Xiaosheng sighed in his heart and said: "Brother, I think your teacher must have discovered something, otherwise, he wouldn't have left such a letter. He might know everything about the Murong family. But since it's more like a prophecy, he didn't leave a precise message, only a general clue. I believe the information left by your predecessor is credible." Thinking for a moment, he continued: "Brother, I think you should pretend to go down the mountain with us, then secretly return to Shaolin Temple and inform Master Xuan Ci. If your father is really hiding in Shaolin, he will surely take action. You can discover him from the shadows."

Xiao Feng nodded, thinking Bai Xiaosheng's suggestion was a good plan, and immediately decided to go with it.

The next day, Bai Xiaosheng, Master Xuan Nan, and Xiao Feng went down Shaoshi Mountain. At the foot of the mountain, Xiao Feng quietly returned to Shaolin Temple, while Bai Xiaosheng and Master Xuan Nan headed to the Deaf-Mute Valley on Leigushan to attend the rare martial arts gathering.

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