189: This scoundrel deserves to be punished.

Naturally, his skills stagnated, but Xiao Yuanshan was different. Carrying a blood feud, he practiced hard every day, almost to the point of madness.

His strength naturally increased rapidly.

Monk hadn't expected Xiao Yuanshan's strength to have improved so much, becoming even stronger than back then.

After a few rounds, he was left with only the strength to parry.

Xiao Yuanshan seized the opportunity and struck Monk's chest with a palm, sending Monk flying back.

“Monk, it really is you.”

“I, Xiao Yuanshan, had no grievances or enmity with you. Why did you harm my family and wife? Why?” Xiao Yuanshan roared.

“Holy crap, it really was Monk who did it.”

“But why did this Monk want to kill Xiao Yuanshan’s family and clansmen?”

“There must be some reason behind this; otherwise, he wouldn't kill people for no reason, right?”

“And he even killed the family of the Main Instructor of the Liao Kingdom's Imperial Guards.”

“I smell a conspiracy.”

Monk’s face was pale, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he clutched his chest, looking at Duan Zhengchun with a resentful expression.

All of this was because of Duan Zhengchun.

“Back then, this old man was taking my wife, son, and clansmen to my mother-in-law's house for my son's first birthday banquet.”

“While passing through Yanmen Pass, a group of masked men rushed out and started killing people without a word.”

“My poor wife and clansmen were just ordinary people; they didn't even have the strength to fight back against those people.”

“This old man's Master was a Han person, and I once promised my late Master that I would never kill Han people.”

“But that day, I broke my oath. In my grief and despair, I jumped off the cliff holding my wife.”

“I could have killed everyone present at the time, but at that moment, this old man suddenly snapped out of it and didn't bother with those few people lying on the ground pretending to be dead.”

“When this old man was caught by a large tree after jumping off the cliff, I understood that Heaven did not want me to die; it wanted me to seek revenge.”

“However, although I was lucky enough not to die, I was also seriously injured, so I had been healing all this time. That’s what gave those bastards the chance to escape.”

“Now, Monk, even at this point, you still dare to make excuses?” Xiao Yuanshan said angrily.

“Hmph, regarding the events of that year, This old monk received intelligence saying that you were coming to my Shaolin Temple to seize martial arts Secret Manuals. Was This old monk wrong to lead people to stop you?” Monk said coldly.

Monk’s words immediately caused a sensation.

By saying this, Monk was indirectly admitting that he had indeed led the attack at Yanmen Pass back then.

“Holy crap, I didn't expect the events of that year to be true. It really was Monk who led the attack.”

“But he said Xiao Yuanshan was going to the Shaolin Temple to steal scriptures. Is that true?”

“If it's true, then Monk was also protecting the Shaolin Secret Manuals from being stolen. That would be understandable, wouldn't it?”

“Exactly. Who doesn't know that the Khitan people of the Liao Kingdom are murderous by nature? They've killed plenty of us Han people over the years.”

“What evidence do you have to say that this old man was going to steal Shaolin scriptures?” Xiao Yuanshan said coldly.

“Tsk tsk... how surprising. Even now, Monk, you're still being stubborn.”

“Since you won't admit it, then I'll let you see who he is.” After Duan Zhengchun finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed, and a man in black immediately flew over from a distance.

It was exactly Murong Bo, who had been hiding in the shadows.

With a casual wave of his hand, the black cloth on Murong Bo's face instantly vanished into nothingness.

When he saw Murong Bo's face, Monk’s expression changed completely.

Wasn't Murong Bo already dead? How could he still be alive?

“Who is this person? Why does he look somewhat familiar?”

“Holy crap, isn't this the head of the Suzhou Murong Family, Murong Bo? Didn't he already die? How can he still be alive?”

“What? He's Murong Bo? He was said to be dead before, but now he's alive. This is too bizarre!”

Seeing that he had been recognized, Murong Bo's expression turned ugly.

“Prince Duan, you are relying on your great strength to forcibly capture this old man. What is your intention?” Murong Bo said with a dark face.

“What is my intention? Weren't you the one who sent the message to Monk back then, saying that someone was going to steal the Shaolin scriptures? What? You were the mastermind behind this. Tell me, does this have anything to do with you?” Duan Zhengchun sneered.

“What? So the person who sent the message back then was actually Murong Bo. But why did he do that?”

“Yeah, why did he do it? Does he have a grudge against Xiao Yuanshan?”

“Did he want to kill with a borrowed knife?”

“Everyone must be wondering why Murong Bo would send a message to Monk!”

“Actually, it's very simple. Murong Bo is a descendant of the Xianbei Tribe, the imperial family of the Yan Kingdom. His purpose in doing this was to provoke a war between the Song and Liao.”

“He wanted to take the opportunity to start an uprising and restore the Yan Kingdom,” Duan Zhengchun said.

“Holy crap, so that's what happened. In that case, everything makes sense.”

“The Murong surname was indeed the surname of the imperial family of the Yan Kingdom back then.”

“Holy crap, so he's a descendant of the Xianbei Tribe of the Yan Kingdom from the time of the Uprising of the Five Barbarians. His desire to destroy us Han people truly never dies.”

“A lowly wretch, his crime deserves death.”

At this moment, Xiao Yuanshan also finally understood the whole story. The death of his family back then was actually to provoke a war between the Song and Liao.

“Heh, so that's how it is. So that's how it is.”

“This old man's Master was a Han person. All these years, I have been maintaining the relationship between the Song and Liao.”

“If it weren't for my mediation, the Song and Liao would have gone to war long ago.”

“The irony is that to prevent the people of the Song and Liao from suffering the ravages of war, I have been working hard to persuade the King of Liao.”

“That is why the Song and Liao have had so many years of peace. I didn't expect that my existence would hinder someone else's plan to restore their country, making me a stumbling block in their eyes.”

“Murong Bo, Monk, you deserve to die.”

“For your own selfish interests, you disregarded the lives of others. You truly deserve to die.”

“Monk, for all your claims of being a high Monk of the Buddhist Sect and the Abbot of Shaolin, you actually did something so beneath even a beast.”

“Now, what else do you have to say? Give me your life!” Xiao Yuanshan roared and charged directly at Monk.

Monk’s face changed drastically, and he exerted his Internal Energy to meet the attack.

However, he was no match for Xiao Yuanshan at all, and having just been injured, he was even less of a match.

After a few rounds, he was kicked flying by Xiao Yuanshan. His chest collapsed, and blood sprayed out.

Just as Xiao Yuanshan was about to deliver the killing blow, a sense of danger struck. Xiao Yuanshan's expression changed, and he moved to dodge.

But the opponent was too fast; there was no time to dodge at all.

Just as he was about to be hit, a force suddenly appeared on the surface of his body, directly blocking the surprise attack.

Then, Xiao Yuanshan's body flew backward uncontrollably.

Only then did everyone notice that at some point, an old Monk had appeared in the field, standing in front of Monk.

The newcomer was none other than Deliverance from Suffering, one of the three divine Monks of Shaolin.

“Tsk tsk... Xiao Yuanshan, don't worry about him. Go get your revenge. As for Monk, let him live a little longer.” Duan Zhengchun said to Xiao Yuanshan.

“Yes, Prince...”

Xiao Yuanshan turned to look at Master Tan, Mistress Tan, Zhao Qiansun, Shan Zheng, and Wang Jiantong.