Qiao Feng was both sad and angry, and thought to himself.

"Since Qiao Feng traveled through the world, he has treated his upright fellow practitioners in the martial arts world, and that thing is not open and generous? Today, I was forced to sneak into it. If my whereabouts are revealed, Qiao's heroic reputation will be put there?"

Then he changed his mind.

"My master went down the mountain to teach me martial arts every night, but even though it was strong and heavy rain, I never stopped all night. I would be crushed to pieces and should repay me, let alone a small humiliation?"

Only the footsteps outside the door were heard, four people came one after another. Soon after, two more people came, and there were figures on the window paper, and more than ten people gathered.

Qiao Feng thought to himself.

"If they were discussing the secret matters of the Shaolin Sect and eavesdropping on me, even though I didn't mean it, it would be inappropriate. If the master was in the house, there were many masters here, no matter how powerful the murderer was, he would not be able to hurt him. After the discussion was completed, the monks would disperse, and I would try to meet with the master again."

Just as he was about to walk away quietly, he suddenly heard more than ten monks in the house recite the scriptures together. Qiao Feng didn't understand what scriptures they were chanting, but he could hear the sound of solemn and solemn. Several people's chanting the scriptures also had a sense of sadness.

This passage of scripture was read very long, and he gradually realized that it was inappropriate and thought about it.

"They seem to be doing some rituals, or practicing Zen and studying scriptures, and my master may not be here."

I listened carefully, and as expected, the sound of monks chanting scriptures in unison, I couldn't hear the calm and thick voice of Master Xuanku.

He was unsure of whether to wait for a while, and he could only hear the sound of chanting the scriptures stopping, and a majestic voice said.

"Junior Brother Xuanku, do you have anything else to say?"

Qiao Feng was overjoyed.

"Master is here, and he is safe and sound. It turns out that he hasn't recited scriptures together just now."

Only when he heard a deep voice, Qiao Feng could understand that it was his master Xuanku, who was the master of learning, but he heard him say.

"On the day when I took the precepts, my master named me Xuan Ju. The seven sufferings mentioned by the Buddha are birth, old age, illness, death, meeting with enemies and hate, separation from love, and not seeking. I strive to get rid of these seven sufferings, and can only save myself but not others. It is shameful to say that this suffering of "meeting enemies and hate" is a must-have situation in life."

"If you see me, you should be happy for this karma. If you see me repaying this karma, you should be happy for me."

Qiao Feng heard his voice calmly, but what he said was all Buddhist words and did not understand what it meant.

He heard the majestic voice again.

"Mr. Xuanbei died a hand of a traitor a few months ago. We are trying our best to chase the murderer, as if we are against my Buddha's precept of not being angry or not being angry. However, the purpose of subduing demons and killing traitors is to save the world. Our generation of martial arts is to learn martial arts, and the original intention is to learn the great compassionate heart of our Buddha, and to relieve the suffering of sentient beings..."

Qiao Feng thought to himself.

"This person with a majestic voice must be Master Xuanci, the abbot of Shaolin Temple."

Just listen to him continue.

"......Apart from a demon, it is to save countless people in the world. Junior brother, is that man Gusu Murong?"

Qiao Feng thought to himself.

"This matter is entangled with Gusu Murong again. I heard that Master Xuanbei of Shaolin Sect was plotted against in the territory of Dali Country. Do they also suspect that it was Mr. Murong's murder? Yes, I forgot to ask my elder brother who killed these people."

I only heard Master Xuanku say.

"Abbot, my brother, I don't want my senior brother and all my senior brothers to worry about me, which will increase my karma. If that person can put down his butcher knife, he will naturally turn back. If he is obsessed with it, he will only suffer in vain. There is no need to say what this person looks like."

Abbot Xuanci said.

"Yes! Junior brother is very insightful. He is too persistent and has fallen behind."

The mysterious and bitter way.

"I want to sit quietly for a moment and meditate on repentance."

Xuanci Tao.

"Yes, take care of me, junior."

The sound of the panel door opened, and a tall and thin old monk walked out slowly. He walked about a foot away, and there were 17 monks in total. The eighteen monks folded their hands together, lowered their heads and recited silently, with a solemn expression.

When the monks left, the room was silent. Qiao Feng was frightened by the surrounding situation and did not dare to show up and knock on the door. Suddenly, he heard Master Xuanku say.

"Why can the good guest come from afar, why can't he linger in?"

Qiao Feng was shocked and thought to himself.

"I hold my breath and condense my energy. Even if others are close to me, I may not be able to notice that I am hidden here. Master's ear sound is like this, and I really deserve the internal strength and cultivation."

He walked to the door respectfully and said.

"Hello, Master, disciple Qiao Feng, pays homage to Master."

Xuan Ku said softly.

"Is it Feng'er? I am missing you at this time, and I just hope to meet you. Come in quickly."

The sound is filled with joy.

Qiao Feng was overjoyed and stepped forward, so he knelt down and kowtowed, saying.

"Disciples rarely serve and pay more attention to the master. Master is healthy and happy, and the child is happy."

As he said that, he raised his head and looked up at Xuan Ku.

Master Xuanku smiled when he saw Qiao Feng's face under the oil lamp, his face suddenly changed drastically. He stood up and said in a trembling voice.

"You...you...it turns out that it's you, you're Qiao Feng, I... the good disciple I trained with myself?"

But seeing his face was shocked and painful, mixed with deep pity and regret.

When Qiao Feng saw that his master's expression was very strange in an instant, he was extremely surprised and said.

"Master, the child is Qiao Feng."

Master Xuanku said.

"Okay, okay, okay!" He stopped talking after saying three words "good".

Qiao Feng didn't dare to ask again, waiting for his lessons and instructions. After waiting for a long time, Master Xuanku never spoke.

When Qiao Feng looked at his face again, he saw that the muscles on his face were stiff and motionless, and his expression was exactly the same as before. He was shocked and reached out to touch his palm, but he felt quite chill. He hurriedly looked at his breath again. It turned out that he had been very angry for a long time.

At this moment, Qiao Feng was stunned and his mind was confused.

"My master was scared to death when he saw me? He decided not to. What's the point of being scared of me? Most of the time he was already injured."

But he didn't dare to examine his body directly.

He calmed down and had his mind settled.

"If I avoid it quietly at this moment, would it be the deeds of Qiao Feng's strong and honest man? Even if there are so many dangers in today's affairs, I should find out the truth."

He walked outside the house and shouted loudly.

"Master Abbot, Master Xuanku passed away, Master Xuanku passed away."

These two voices were sent from afar, and the sound of the valleys and the sound of the temples was heard. Although the sound was majestic, it was extremely sad.

Abbot Xuanci and his group had not returned to their respective rooms yet. They heard Qiao Feng's cry and turned around and quickly returned to the "Zhengdao Courtyard". A grown man stood beside the gate of the courtyard, stretching his sleeves to wipe his tears, and the monks felt strange.
Chapter completed!