Chapter eight hundred and sixty seventh weird monk
Murong Fu took a deep breath and calmed down a little. He was also dizzy just now, so he immediately said, "Okay, I will ask the Murong family immediately..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden light in his hand. Murong Fu lowered his head and saw that the Ping Ping Sword had disappeared.
This surprise was no small matter. Who else in the world could steal the sword from his hand silently? Murong Fu turned his eyes and looked at the fat monk from before. Sure enough, he held the Ping Ping Sword in both hands and looked at it carefully, and he was amazed.
Murong Fu's face was solemn, but at the moment he didn't care about the Ping Ping Sword. Instead, he turned to Li Mochou and said, "Send someone to look for her immediately. Even if she turns the Scripture Pavilion upside down, she still has to find Zhiruo."
"Yes!" Li Mochou responded and immediately led the Murong family disciples to search through the ruins.
Immediately, Murong Fu sent a message to Abbot Xuanci again, "I would like to ask Abbot to do something convenient for me. Everyone in the Murong family will be grateful. Otherwise, I will have a bloodbath in Shaolin."
Xuanci's heart skipped a beat, and he wanted to reject Murong Fu just like that, but now was not the time to be impulsive. He knew that if something happened to Zhou Zhiruo in the Shaolin Temple, Emei would never let it go, and the old monk was also pressing down on him.
Can't ignore it.
Following the order from Abbot Xuanci, all the monks in the temple were immediately summoned to the vicinity of the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion. There were nearly a thousand monks there, at least 30% of them had second-rate skills, which really surprised everyone.
In fact, nearly half of these disciples belong to the hidden forces in the temple. The reason why they are all exposed is that the Shaolin Temple has been humiliated today and must save some face. Secondly, it is also to frighten Xiaoxiao to prevent someone from taking advantage of the fire. Although the Sutra Pavilion collapsed,
, but not all the scriptures inside may have been destroyed.
Seeing so many master monks, Murong Fu gave Xuan Ci a meaningful look, then he clasped his fists towards the heroes present and said, "Everyone, please help me. The Murong family is very grateful."
All the heroes present were naturally happy to do so. Not to mention how many favors the Murong family had, just being able to look through the ruins was worth it.
"Uh..." Xuanci looked suffocated and wanted to speak to stop him, but everyone was quick to find opportunities and quickly rushed to the ruins, rummaging through them enthusiastically.
Murong Fu smiled coldly and said in a loud voice, "When you are searching, please search from the outside to the inside. Otherwise, don't blame me for being unkind."
With so many people swarming up, it would be easy for something to happen. If Zhou Zhiruo happened to be stepped on, that would be bad.
When everyone heard this, they retreated to the periphery unwillingly.
"Zhiruo, I hope nothing happens to you." Murong Fu took a long breath, muttered silently in his heart, and leaned over to help search.
The total number of people present was probably 3,000, and most of them were martial arts experts, and at the worst, they were very strong. They were rummaging through it very quickly, and pieces of gravel and rolling logs were removed one after another.
In the past, the search scope has been narrowed by less than half.
Soon someone found the scriptures in the pavilion. Because it collapsed, not many were smashed. Xuanci was also very smart. He had people keep an eye on them the whole time. Once they found someone who found the scriptures, they came forward to ask for them and almost returned the favor.
dispute.
But after Murong Fu killed a few people, these people became much more honest. Of course, there might be people with faster skills who could easily take the sheep, but these were not the areas that Murong Fu cared about.
Less than half an hour passed, and only four to five feet of the huge ruins were left. Murong Fu became more and more worried. He really didn't know if Zhou Zhiruo was gone, would he go crazy, maybe he would really go back to Shaolin, or maybe he would go crazy again.
None of the martial arts people present could escape.
Suddenly, there was a "bang" sound, and a ruined wall collapsed again, and a large boulder wall slid down. Everyone was shocked and hurriedly retreated.
"Yes!" Murong Fu was overjoyed. He rushed forward without thinking, slapped his palm on a beam, and flipped it over. Then his palms flew flying, and all the stones around him were swept away.
fly.
At this moment, there was a loud "bang", rocks and trees flew, a white light bloomed in the ruins, and then two figures, one gray and one green, rose into the sky. They were Zhou Zhiruo and the sweeping monk.
Murong Fu breathed a sigh of relief. After the two of them landed, he hurriedly stepped forward, hugged Zhou Zhiruo in his arms without any explanation, and murmured softly, "Zhiruo, it's okay if you're okay, it's okay if you're okay."
Zhou Zhiruo also felt like she was surviving a catastrophe. Two tears fell down her delicate face, and her arms tightly hugged Murong Fu, "I thought I would never see you again."
"Ahem..." Suddenly, a very discordant cough sounded.
The two of them woke up immediately, and then they remembered that this was the Shaolin Temple where all the heroes from the world gathered. To say that it was in full view was an understatement. The eyes of the whole world should be looking at the two of them.
Zhou Zhiruo's heart suddenly pounded like a deer's, and her face was so red that she was about to bleed. In this situation, it was neither possible to retreat nor to advance. She wished she could burrow into a hole.
It was rare for Murong Fu's old face to turn red, but he was extremely thick-skinned after all. In less than a breath, he recovered, gently pushed Zhou Zhiruo away, put one hand on her jade hand, and said in his mouth, "Master Zhou, after I
After careful inspection, you are fine."
This sentence was not entirely an excuse. He did check Zhou Zhiruo's body and found that there was no injury except that her face was a little pale and her figure was a little messy.
Everyone immediately rolled their eyes, do you think we are all blind?
"Master, Jingxuan kindly asks the master to think of Emei more and never act so recklessly again." Jingxuan knelt down in front of Zhou Zhiruo with a "pop" and said in a stern tone.
Zhou Zhiruo also knew that she was indeed reckless this time, and she felt quite guilty. She hurriedly reached out to help Jingxuan and said, "Sister, get up quickly."
"If the leader doesn't agree, Jingxuan won't be able to get up."
The Emei disciples behind him also gathered and knelt on the ground, "I implore the master to take the overall interests of Emei into consideration."
"This..." Zhou Zhiruo was startled for a moment, then solemnly said, "Everyone, get up. This time it was my fault. I won't be like this next time."
Everyone then stood up and helped Zhou Zhiruo to leave the venue in a hurry. After all, it was so eye-catching here that many Emei disciples felt their cheeks burning.
Murong Fu smiled faintly. At this point, he didn't bother to worry about it so much. It didn't matter if he risked the disapproval of the world. If he had the strength, he could do whatever he wanted.
"Amitabha, it's my fault, the old monk made a mistake, and thousands of years of inheritance were destroyed in one moment." The sweeping monk looked at the devastated ruins of the Sutra Pavilion and sighed with guilt.
Murong Fu turned around and saw that the old monk's robes were in tatters and there were several wounds on his face and forehead, but the blood had solidified.
Just now Murong Fu saw with his own eyes that Zhou Zhiruo and the sweeping monk came out together. With Zhiruo's skills, unless she was extremely lucky, it was absolutely impossible for her to survive being buried there for so long and still be unharmed. It was probably the old monk who came to help.
Thinking of this, he asked with some uncertainty, "But Master saved Zhiruo?"
The sweeping monk remained silent and said lightly, "The donor has a very violent temper. If it continues for a long time, it may not be a good thing. I ask the donor to think about the common people, so that the sea of suffering will be restored."
"What a stubborn donkey!" Murong Fu cursed in a low voice, flicked his sleeves, and walked towards the fat monk.
"I haven't seen you for ten years. Master, you are still as charming as ever, and your appearance is ageless." Murong Fu bowed politely, and his heart was filled with turmoil.
Compared with when he met him ten years ago, this monk is really not old at all, but much younger. And with his current skill, he still can't see through him. In this case, either the other party's internal power is extremely deep,
It is much deeper than him, or he has practiced some extremely exquisite Qi-condensing technique.
Murong Fu guessed that it was probably the latter. He had already reached the realm of transformation, and he didn't know if there would be other realms after that. But how many people in the world could have had such an adventure?
The fat monk seemed not to have seen Murong Fu. Sometimes he raised the Ping Ping sword to look at the sun, sometimes he rolled up his sleeves to wipe it, and sometimes he gestured with two sparse and ordinary sword moves. His mouth was drooling. It seemed that
This equality sword is really a fun toy.
"Master, Master?" Murong Fu called twice, but when he saw that he ignored him at all, he finally got angry and said, "Damn fat pig!"
The sound was so loud that it spread throughout the audience. Everyone knew that the fat monk was very extraordinary. He had snatched the sword from Murong Fu's hand without leaving any trace, and for a moment they all looked like they were in for a good show.
When Xuanci saw this, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Young master, please don't be rude. This is the senior uncle in this temple."
The fat monk seemed to have come back to his senses after giving him a drink, and looked at Murong Fu blankly, "It's you, did you bring me roasted meat this time?"
"Uncle Master!" Xuanci suddenly had three black lines flying from his forehead and said angrily, "Uncle Master, please be careful what you say in this holy land of Buddhism."
The fat monk glanced at him, put his greasy hand on Murong Fu's shoulder, and murmured in a low voice, "Let me tell you, I have developed another dish made with ham, called 'Twenty-Four Bridges on a Moonlit Night'
'..."
Xuanci's face turned dark and he was very helpless.
Murong Fu's eyes flashed slightly, and he glanced at the Heavenly Sword held by the fat monk in his other hand, and said calmly, "Senior, if you want to eat it, I can make it for you, but can you return that sword to me?"
"Really!" The fat monk looked overjoyed, grinning from ear to ear, "Then how about you do it for me now?"
Murong Fu rolled his eyes and stared at him without saying a word.
The fat monk was stunned for a moment, then as if he had just come to his senses, he handed the sword to Murong Fu, "You said this sword, I'll give it to you, but this sword is very sharp, so be careful when using it."
Murong Fu didn't know if he had any deep meaning in what he said, but he still nodded, "Thank you for your concern, senior. I will use it with caution."
"Hehe, let me tell you, for this 'Twenty-Four Bridges on a Moonlit Night', the most important thing is that you must choose the right ham..."
"Uncle Master!" Xuanci had no choice but to stop the fat monk's words in full view of the public.
"I know, I know, Luo Li, I won't play with you any more." The fat monk impatiently tossed his sleeves and ran away.
Following the sound of "swipe", the golden withered bamboo originally planted not far away flew up automatically, followed the fat monk, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. (To be continued)