If it were the Liao Kingdom, Tubo, or Dali, then using money to clear the way would be nonsense. But this is Xixia! The Xixia royal court, which can only be paid a mere one hundred thousand taels of silver every year, is really small and poor. During Li Yuanhao's period, Xixia It was possible to rely on the talents and strategies of a generation of heroes and the militancy of all the people to repeatedly jump between the Liao Kingdom and the Song Dynasty. Once Li Yuanhao left, Xixia was like Wang Xiaoer. The New Year was not as good as the previous year - it was almost defeated by the Song Dynasty. , how strong can it be?
Half a month ago, Murong Fu ordered Gongye Gan to secretly transfer the required funds to the northwest through the Murong family's scattered banks.
This time when I went to Xixia, I also went to Tubo to ask the Imperial Master to settle the debt.
Murong Fu couldn't help but sigh: Sure enough, the most profitable career in the world is written in the criminal law. After a while of busy work, the profits of the Murong family's many properties came out in two years.
He is not afraid of Jiumozhi defaulting on his debt. After all, it is written in black and white, and there is a guarantee of force. The national master still has to face some aspects.
Murong Fu carefully put away the "50,000 taels of gold" and rushed up the steps of Shaoshi Mountain to the front of the temple.
From the pavilion halfway up the mountain to the temple gate, there was not a single monk on duty. Murong Fu was slightly shocked: Could it be that something big happened in Shaolin tonight? Calculating the time, Xuan Ku was attacked by someone and was seriously injured and was about to die. Xiao Yuanshan did not At this time, the person who attacked him should be Murong Bo after his disguise, as he had guessed before!
Thinking of this, Murong Fu became even more convinced that Murong Bo and Xuan Ci had a shady deal.
Murong Fu entered the temple gate without much effort and walked through the corridors and alleys without disturbing anyone. Often, the patrolling monk was still ten feet away when he was discovered by Murong Fu.
But even with all this running around, I still can't figure out what happened tonight.
Murong Fu thought about it and suddenly thought of Xu Zhu: When he came to Shaolin last time, Murong Fu went to Xu Zhu's monk dormitory to stay for a while. Wouldn't it be the most appropriate time to ask him now? But how can he be sure about Xu Zhu? Bamboo must be in the room?
Just grab anyone and ask them, unless they silence you after asking, otherwise old monk Xuanci and Murong Bo will be able to guess it is him.
Xu Zhu, on the other hand, is an honest and kind person, so if he is not allowed to talk, he will definitely keep his mouth shut.
So Murong Fu turned around and quickly found Xu Zhu's location.
Murong Fu looked through the crack in the window and saw a familiar figure lying on the couch. Although it was dark, Xu Zhu's tall and thin figure was particularly easy to recognize.
Murong Fu felt happy, opened the door of the monk's room, and strode in.
When Xu Zhu heard the sound, he wanted to get up. Murong Fu hurriedly stepped forward and touched the opponent's acupuncture points.
When his fingers came into contact with Xu Zhu's body, Murong Fu felt an inner force that was obviously resisting the force of his fingers. In the flash of light, Murong Fu quickly used a little bit of Beiming's true energy to seal this inner force, secretly thinking in his heart. Thoughts: What a brilliant inner energy, it shouldn’t be.
With his hands moving, Murong Fu hurriedly said: "Little Master Xu Zhu, it's me, Murong Fu!"
Hearing this familiar voice, Xu Zhu's body visibly stiffened, and then he relaxed: "Mr. Murong, is it you? Did the young monk make any mistake? Why did you click on the young monk's acupuncture points?"
Murong Fu sent a message into the secret: "I'm sorry, little master. I came to you to find out what happened in the temple tonight. Why are you alone in the room and where are the others?"
Although Xu Zhu heard from several uncles some time ago that Murong Fu was probably the murderer of his uncle Xuanbei, Xu Zhu didn't want to believe it in his heart. After all, in his opinion, someone who could treat him equally
He is a low-level Shaolin disciple and has promised to find his mother for him. There is no way he is such a villain.
Xu Zhu listened to Murong Fu's question, thought about it, and felt sad in his heart: "Today, Master Xuanku's uncle passed away. All the uncles, masters, and brothers went to recite sutras for our uncle. The young monk had a disease on his body.
Injured, Master Abbot specifically allows the young monk to rest here."
Xu Zhu said, coughing a few times due to the injury.
Murong Fu thought to himself: "It's true." Seeing Xu Zhu's condition was not right, he asked: "You are injured, what's the matter?"
Xu Zhu briefly recounted what happened when he was injured by the mysterious man. After hearing this, Murong Fu was surprised: "Is this really so?"
From the previous contact, Murong Fu knew that Xu Zhu would have an unexpected encounter this time, but it was strange that he could receive Murong Bo's blow without any trouble. You must know that Xu Zhu's previous martial arts skills were almost non-existent.
"Is it the Yi Jin Jing? No, logically speaking, this thing cannot be practiced at all!"
Murong Fu had a murmur in his heart.
However, Murong Fu also felt happy when he thought Xu Zhu had this opportunity.
Murong Fu said: "Little Master Xu Zhu seems to have some extraordinary fortune!"
Xu Zhu saw the look of envy on Murong Fu's face and wondered, "Why did Mr. Murong say that?"
Murong Fu asked doubtfully: "Don't you know?"
"What do you know?" Xu Zhu scratched his bald head involuntarily.
Murong Fu did not answer Xu Zhu's question directly, but said: "During this period, have you done anything different from the past?"
Xu Zhu thought for a while and answered honestly: "During this period, the abbot master asked the young monk to serve a master from Tianzhu. The master would teach the young monk to recite a scripture every night. The master said that he was weak and sick, and he might not be able to survive in the future.
I returned to my hometown. I was afraid that these scriptures would not be passed down to future generations, so I gave them to the young monk."
Murong Fu secretly thought: It's true, some things in the world are so clever.
Po Luo Xing understands Sanskrit, but his character is destined to fail him in practicing the Yi Jin Jing. It is possible for Xu Zhu to practice his character of no struggle, no desire, and no pursuit, but he does not understand Sanskrit. I want to come to Po Luo Xing to take Xu Zhu as his example.
If you kill the guinea pig, you will definitely not tell Xu Zhu the actual situation. In this way, Xu Zhu will be able to practice magical skills.
In terms of internal strength alone, Xu Zhu was already better than old monks like Xuan Nan, but he didn't realize it at all. No wonder Murong Bo's palm only slightly injured him.
Murong Fu sighed in his heart: God's will, God's will. He took away Xu Zhu's opportunity, but Murong Bo made Xu Zhu's opportunity come true by mistake. It's interesting, it's really interesting.
Murong Fu said: "Little Master Xu Zhu has great blessings. He will definitely have great opportunities in the future. If you practice with peace of mind, you will surely achieve the right fruition in the future."
Xu Zhu smiled slightly: "Thank you, Master." But he didn't take the other party's words to heart, he just thought that the other party was teasing him. When he said this, he remembered something again and stopped talking.
Murong Fu said: "Young Master, do you want to ask about finding a relative?"