The Heavens: Rebirth of Xu Zhu, Recognizing His Father at the Beginning

Chapter 22 Regret and Pass away

Hearing Xuan Ku's words, Qiao Feng understood that he had been exposed.

He thought he was very good at holding his breath, but he didn't expect that he would be betrayed by his teacher. It seemed that his teacher's internal skills were extremely advanced.

When his traces were called out, Qiao Feng stood up generously and said respectfully.

"Master is well. Disciple Qiao Feng is here to greet the master."

When he heard the person outside calling himself Qiao Feng, Xuanku exclaimed, with a hint of surprise in his tone.

"Is it Feng'er? I'm missing you right now. I'm looking forward to meeting you. Come in quickly."

Qiao Feng was overjoyed when he heard this. He took three steps and two steps into the courtyard. As soon as he entered the room, he knelt down and kowtowed.

"On weekdays, I seldom serve you, but I pay more attention to my master. Today I see that my master is in good health, and I am satisfied."

After the words fell, Qiao Feng raised his head and looked at Xuanku.

Under the dim yellow oil lamp, when Qiao Feng's face appeared in front of Xuanku, Master Xuanku's originally smiling face changed instantly, and he stood up subconsciously, his voice trembling.

"Qingsong, don't be afraid. Speak slowly. You said he hit the master?"

"Junior Brother Xuanku was attacked by a sneak attack and received a heavy hand on his chest. His ribs were all broken and his internal organs were shattered. He relied on his deep internal strength to survive until now."

"It was him. He hit Master on the chest with his palm. I saw it from the window! Master, Master, hit him!"

At this moment, Qiao Feng was stunned, his mind was in confusion, and he couldn't help but secretly thought in his heart.

"We asked him who his enemy was, and he said he didn't look at each other. We also asked him about his age and description, but he said that the 'resentment and hate meeting' was one of the seven sufferings in Buddhism."

When the young novice monk looked back, he was frightened and took a few steps back. The soup in his hand fell to the ground.

"The donor broke into Shaolin and we were unable to stop him or detect him. Then the murderer would naturally be able to leave on his own, as if he were in a deserted land."

With tears in his eyes, he said to many eminent monks of the Xuan generation.

Qiao Feng didn't dare to ask any more questions and waited quietly for his master's instructions. After waiting for a long time but no word came from him, he couldn't help but look up.

"Master Xuanku is my mentor, but I don't know what kind of injury my mentor suffered? Who did it?"

Xuan Ku's expression became extremely complex, showing both horror and pain, mixed with deep pity and regret.

"Who is the donor?"

Hearing this, Qiao Feng suddenly realized that no wonder there was a sound of chanting sutras before. It turned out that his master was reciting sutras for him when he saw that he was unable to recover, hoping that he would reach the Pure Land of Buddhism as soon as possible.

"The entrance to your temple is tightly guarded. How did the murderer break in?"

"Exactly."

Qiao Feng looked sad and replied with a choked tone.

Even so, Qiao Feng did not dare to inspect Xuan Ku's body. It is considered disrespectful in the martial arts world to desecrate the body of his mentor.

The words were mixed with strong internal energy and spread far away. The voice was so rich that it caused the valley to ring and was heard by everyone in the temple, but it contained a strong meaning of sorrow.

I saw that Xuan Ku's expression was exactly the same as before, without any change.

Although the monks were surprised by the identity of this person, the safety of their junior brother was more important at the moment.

When Xuanci heard Qiao Feng's name, his calm expression suddenly changed. His body couldn't help but tremble, and he stared at his face for a long time.

"Master, this child is Qiao Feng."

"The situation is urgent and I don't have time to report to you outside the mountain gate. I hope you'll forgive me for being rude. I have a very deep connection with the Shaolin sect and I will never dare to offend you in the slightest."

'If I leave quietly, how can I be a strong-willed man? Today's incident, even if there are all kinds of dangers, must be found out.'

After all the eminent monks of the Xuan generation finished reciting the sutras about the past life, Xuan Ci's eyes fell on Qiao Feng and asked again.

Although Qiao Feng was surprised by the speed at which Shaolin Temple received the news, he still nodded in agreement.

As soon as he finished speaking, the internal energy in his body lost control, and his whole person lost his life.

When the monks entered the hospital, they saw Xuanci shaking his head slightly. They all clasped their hands together, lowered their heads and silently recited the scriptures about the past life.

"Who is the donor? Is it the donor you called just now?"

Qiao Feng followed closely behind, knelt down in front of Xuan Ku and made a secret oath in his heart.

"You!. It's you from afar, you are Qiao Feng, the good disciple I trained with my own hands?"

Before Xuanci could answer, a short monk said coldly.

"Now that he has met his enemy, he is just about to get out of trouble. He is determined not to reveal the identity of the murderer."

Xuanci was silent for a moment and then continued to ask.

At this moment, a young novice monk walked into the courtyard holding a steaming soup.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

Although he had thousands of words to say, he didn't know where to start when the words came to his lips, so Qiao Feng could only say.

With a determined look in his eyes, Qiao Feng walked out of the Zhengdao courtyard and shouted loudly.

As soon as he arrived at the gate of the courtyard, he saw a big man standing in front of the gate. Xuanci asked in a low voice.

After calming down, Qiao Feng thought about it in his heart.

'Master, I am late to report that you have been poisoned by someone. Even if I go through all kinds of difficulties, I will find this traitor and cut him into pieces to avenge my mentor!'

Xuanci's eyes narrowed.

Without waiting for Qiao Feng to respond, Xuan Ci quickly rushed into the room, worried about his junior brother's safety.

"Master Abbot, Master Xuanku has passed away, Master Xuanku has passed away!"

"Donor, you, you. Are you the former leader of the Beggar Clan?"

"It's you! You're back again!"

'Master was frightened to death when he saw me? It's absolutely impossible. What's so scary about me? It's probably because he's been seriously injured.'

"I wonder why the donor broke into our temple overnight? How did he see Junior Brother Xuanku pass away?"

His mind was temporarily disturbed, and his internal strength, which had been strong until now, was slightly scattered.

Everyone was shocked, Qiao Feng even vaguely noticed something, and a trace of panic appeared on his face.

The young novice monk was only twelve or thirteen years old. Seeing this scene, he was so frightened that he ran behind Abbot Xuanci.

"You are all eminent Buddhist monks and do not care about grudges. Your disciples are lay disciples. You must catch the murderer and cut him into pieces to avenge your mentor."

Qiao Feng cupped his fists and saluted, and replied calmly.

Xuan Ku saw that this man looked exactly the same as the man who injured him, and Qiao Feng admitted it himself.

"Disciple Qiao Feng, when I saw my master passing away, I was extremely sad, so I shouted in the middle of the night to alert the abbot."

"Master"

"What did you say?"

Holding his palm, I felt a chill coming from me. I sighed again and realized that Xuan Ku had been out of breath for a long time.

Qiao Feng was extremely surprised when he saw Xuan Ku's expression changed drastically and said quickly.

Xuanci's eyes were lowered. Within a few months, two junior brothers passed away one after another. This change could not help but bring tears to his eyes.

"Master, please use the decoction."

A group of eminent monks of the Xuan generation had not yet returned to the courtyard. When they heard the roar, they were confused in their hearts, but they still hurried to the Zhengdao Temple.

"Look carefully and don't mistake the wrong person."

"It's him, I can see him clearly. He has a gray robe, a Chinese character face, upturned eyebrows, a big mouth and big ears. Master, hit him!"

Many monks of the Xuan generation quietly surrounded him, and two monks who were observing the precepts and disciplines from a distance hurried over.

Qiao Feng felt a chill surge into his heart, and he fell into an unfathomable undercurrent.

(End of chapter)