Murong Fu was noncommittal and said calmly, "Master has misunderstood. My father did copy some scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion, but he did not teach them to others, including the younger generation."
Such a lie was just a lie to himself. I thought the sweeping monk would not believe it, but he didn't expect that after taking a deep look at Murong Fu, he actually nodded, "That's right, Mr. Murong is a man of great luck.
There are countless magical and unique skills, how can one look down on the superficial skills of the seventy-two unique skills?"
"You're talking nonsense!" Xuan Cheng glared suddenly, but immediately realized his gaffe and apologized to the old monk, "Master, he is lying. In addition to Murong Bo, the Murong family also has several female donors.
, after performing Shaolin’s unique skills several times, some people even perfected the Yi Jin Jing.”
"Oh? Someone has refined the Yi Jin Jing?" The old monk seemed to be surprised, and his expression, which had been calm for a long time, finally changed, "Is this true?"
"Seriously," Xuan Cheng nodded, "Lao Na once fought against the female benefactor and saw her perform the 'First Appearance of Buddha's Light' with his own eyes. Even Lao Na was slightly inferior to her in terms of skill."
The old monk quickly calmed down his expression, remained silent for a moment, and finally sighed, "Those who can refine the Yi Jin Jing must be destined to be my Buddha."
Murong Fu's heart skipped a beat. What did this mean? Do you still want to capture Yu Yan and make her a nun?
Xuan Cheng thought so too, and immediately said, "I know what to do."
The old monk shook his head, "If you can carry forward my Buddhist teachings, it doesn't matter whether you are a Buddhist disciple or a non-Buddhist disciple. All living beings are suffering, and the Buddha can save those who are destined."
Xuan Cheng was stunned for a moment, a little confused.
"Master, you really understand the righteousness." Murong Fu smiled, "Well, since Guisi insists that my father copied the scriptures of Guisi, my Murong family's collection of books is quite rich, including many lost martial arts classics. Guisi
If you don't mind it, you can send someone to Murong's house to copy the seventy-two volumes of books, which can be considered as repayment."
Hearing this, Xuan Cheng and several elders were moved in their hearts. The reason why the Murong family suddenly became famous was mainly because word suddenly spread from the Murong family a year ago that any sect in the world could come to the Murong family.
He also offered water pavilion in exchange for martial arts classics.
Although the Shaolin Temple has a profound foundation, if it can collect martial arts classics from all over the world like the Murong family, the throne of the leader of the righteous path will be able to sit firmly for at least another five hundred years.
The old monk was startled at first, and then he bowed to Murong Fu and said, "Murong, the young benefactor, has a broad mind and embraces all rivers. I admire him very much."
His words were not meant to be flattering at all. Perhaps in the eyes of others, the Murong family only did this to collect martial arts from various sects in the world, but in fact it was a great good deed that would harm the present and benefit the future. It was not a great wisdom.
A person with a big heart cannot do it, and only those who have reached his level can understand the gains and losses involved.
Then the old monk changed the topic, "But I understand the good intentions of the young master. A little skill is nothing. If these scriptures were not the painstaking work of the ancestors and eminent monks, I would not store them in this scripture collection pavilion."
"
Xuan Cheng frowned slightly, a little confused.
The old monk turned to look at Xiao Yuanshan, "Just like this old benefactor Xiao, he is obsessed with stunts, but he is trapped in a demon without knowing it. Once the poison attacks his heart, it will be too late to regret it."
"Old monk, what are you talking about? When did I get poisoned?" Xiao Yuanshan's brows jumped and he shot back unceremoniously.
The old monk smiled slightly and said, "Almsgiver Xiao, on the fifteenth day of every month, the pain in Sanjiao Xuanguan is unbearable, and the Tanzhong acupoint is like a needle pricking the flesh. I think it should be uncomfortable."
Xiao Yuanshan suddenly turned pale, "You...how do you know?"
Xiao Feng couldn't help being surprised when he heard this.
The old monk smiled and said nothing, and turned to look at Murong Bo, "Murong Bo, the old benefactor, was also poisoned by this poison, but later he changed the Taoist scriptures and recuperated over the years, and he was able to resolve the poison by 70% to 80%, but he is still
If there are any residues, that's fine in normal times. Once you exercise your power excessively, your life will be in danger."
Murong Bo's eyes flashed slightly and he remained silent, while Murong Fu was stunned for a moment. This kind of poison was illusory and he couldn't see any reason for it. Could it be that the old monk was lying?
The old monk suddenly looked at Xuan Cheng, "Buddhist disciples pay attention to saving all sentient beings. Each of the seventy-two stunts contains great hostility, which is contrary to Buddhism. Every time you practice a stunt, you need a piece of Buddhism to resolve it.
, Xuan Cheng, you don’t practice Buddhism enough, but you force yourself to practice more than ten special skills. If you continue like this, I’m afraid your meridians will be cut off and destroyed in one day.”
Xuan Cheng smiled bitterly but didn't say anything more.
Xiao Feng hurriedly saluted the old monk and said, "Master, do you have a good remedy? Please save my father."
The old monk hurriedly helped Xiao Feng up, "Almsgiver Xiao has the world in his heart, but I cannot bear the word 'begging'."
Xiao Feng was about to say more, but the old monk waved his hand to stop him, and turned to look at Xiao Yuanshan, "If your enemy is the only one in the world who can save your life, how will you do it?"
Xiao Yuanshan was stunned for a moment, then became furious, "Even if I die, I will never beg for mercy from my enemies."
"Amitabha," the old monk smiled and looked at Murong Bo, "if your enemies are the only ones in the world who can save you, what will you do?"
Before Murong Bo could speak, Murong Fu smiled slightly and said first, "Master's kindness is appreciated by me and my son. However, my father's illness can be cured by the younger generation, so I won't bother Master."
The old monk was stunned and couldn't help but sigh, "It's better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. Why would Mr. Murong refuse someone thousands of miles away?"
"Master is wrong again. This junior does not want to reject people thousands of miles away, but wants to kill him." Murong Fu said in a very calm tone, and with a sway, he grabbed Xiao Yuanshan with lightning speed.
"I'm here, how can I allow you to be so presumptuous?" The old monk's mood was finally aroused by Murong Fu, and he didn't see how he moved. He moved a few feet out of thin air and stood in front of Xiao Yuanshan. A three-foot-long line formed in front of him in an instant.
Thick wall of infuriating energy.
Murong Fu's palm force came instantly, and with a "bang", all the walls of zhenqi shattered, and the entire attic seemed to shake.
Although they had only tasted it briefly, everyone was surprised. The old monk's internal strength was really profound and unusual. Murong Fu was so much older than the old monk, but he was able to compete on a par with each other. For a moment, no one knew.
Should I lament the old monk's meritorious service, or should I marvel at Murong Fu's extraordinary talent?
"Master, do you really want to take care of this matter?" Murong Fu asked, his face slightly condensed.
"Amitabha, even if the old monk does not know his own strength, he does not want to see the young master killing people wantonly."
"Hahaha," Murong Fu suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and after a while he said with an incomprehensible expression, "The rumors about the master can be said to be a miraculous skill, a mythical existence in the martial arts world. The younger generation is not talented and has long wanted to learn a thing or two.
Already."
The old monk was stunned. He had never had a good reputation in the martial arts world. Even in the Shaolin Temple, not many people knew about his existence. Where did Murong Fu hear this?
"Master," Murong Fu bowed to the old monk, "Ten years ago, you gave me some guidance and kindness to this junior. I dared you to ask the master three moves."
The old monk closed his eyes and sighed. After a long while, he said, "Almsgiver, please take action."
"Okay, I want to see who you really are." Murong Fu smiled faintly, made a circle with his left hand, and slowly pushed out with the palm of his right hand. It was the remorse of a powerful dragon, but the power was sparse and ordinary. Of course, this was just
Compared with normal times, compared with Xiao Feng, I'm afraid he is not on par.
Since Murong Fu said he would give up three moves, this first move only used three successes.
The old monk's face was dull, and with a wave of his sleeves and robes, the power of the golden palm disappeared.
"Good skill." Murong Fu praised him in his mouth, but cursed secretly in his heart, "What a cunning old monk, he doesn't show off his skills, and he can't tell his feet at all."
"Second move, master, be careful." Murong Fu smiled slightly, pulled with both hands, and slashed with a piece of milky white sword energy in the distance. A huge sword shadow volleyed down in the air, and wherever it passed, a white line was drawn in the void.
"Good swordsmanship." The old monk couldn't help but praise. He clasped his hands together, and the whole body was brightly lit. Two invisible big hands gathered above his head, and the giant sword was caught in the shadow. Then the light flashed and the giant sword disappeared.
Murong Fu's pupils shrank slightly. He had just struck a sword with five successes, but he didn't expect it to be neutralized by the other party in an understatement. The old monk's skill was probably not inferior to his own, but he immediately became confused. If
The other party is also in the realm of heaven and man, so his face should not be so old.
"Perhaps there is something wrong with this face?" Murong Fu's mind was spinning, and the sword techniques in his hands were changing. After a while, he suddenly shouted, "Sword Swinging Technique!"
Then he raised his sword fingers with his right hand and pointed forward in the air. This finger was ordinary, but it seemed to contain infinite sword intent. Thousands of sword moves were integrated into it, making it unstoppable and unavoidable.
The old monk raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a look of surprise for the first time. He drew his right hand from left to right. There seemed to be something in front of him, but it seemed like there was nothing at all. Everyone could only hear a slight explosion of "Puff, Puff, Puff."
With a cry, all the sword intent disappeared.
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, "Master is indeed worthy of his reputation. The three moves have been passed, and this junior is about to show his true strength."
"Donor Murong," the old monk said with a wave of his hand, "the poor monk is no match for the benefactor. Please don't push me too hard."
As soon as these words came out, Xuan Cheng and Fang Zhengwei were shocked. Even this man was not Murong Fu's opponent. Who else in the world could defeat him?
"Do we really want to invite that person here?" Xuan Cheng and Fang Zheng looked at each other and saw the thoughts in each other's eyes.
"Master, you are too modest." Murong Fu said with a half-smile, "Although your skills are slightly inferior to mine, your martial arts attainments are better than mine. As the saying goes, when you meet your opponent in chess, looking at the world, there are not many people like you."
The old monk smiled bitterly. He finally understood that Murong Fu had only one purpose from beginning to end, which was to fight with him and hone his martial arts. There may be other purposes, but it was definitely not to kill Xiao Yuanshan.
After pondering for a long time, the old monk sighed and said, "Forget it, I'll give it a try, but as I said before, if I'm lucky enough to win one and a half moves, you can't cause any more trouble to Old Benefactor Xiao."
"What if this junior wins by luck?" Murong Fu asked.
The old monk was stunned, why should I ask?
The next moment, I heard Murong Fu say, "If this junior wins, the master must promise this junior a condition."