Jiumozhi's face looked a little ugly. Murong Fu's statement was just a curse on him, and he would not be very happy.
"There is no need for the Imperial Master to be angry. If I have read correctly, the Imperial Master has both the Tubo Nyingma School's Kung Fu and the Xiaoyao Sect's Xiao Wuxiang Kung Fu. He has also practiced the seventy-two unique skills of the Shaolin Temple. These Kung Fu,
Each of them is considered to be the best in the world. It is a great opportunity for the national master to obtain so many martial arts powers at the same time. However, he practiced too much, causing the aura in his body to be chaotic, and there was a faint conflict. If
If you can't harmonize your breath and return to your roots, the consequences will be unpredictable."
Murong Fu's tone was calm and he spoke slowly. Jiumozhi didn't pay much attention at first, but after hearing a few words, he was shocked all over and no longer dared to look down upon him.
Just because what Murong Fu said was very consistent with his own kung fu, he could see so many mysteries in just a moment of fighting, and with such sharp eyesight, how could Jiumozhi dare to be careless?
What shocked him even more was that what Murong Fu said was indeed true. Over the years, as his kung fu improved, he began to feel that the energy in his body was not flowing smoothly. He usually didn't care much about it, but after passing by Murong Fu at this time,
After saying this again, Jiumozhi felt that his own kung fu might have many hidden dangers.
"Mr. Murong has good eyesight, but I don't know if you have any way to resolve the hidden dangers in this poor monk's body?"
Jiumozhi was a martial arts master after all. He quickly calmed down and asked.
"The national master is a genius, and all the martial arts he has learned have reached an extremely profound level. It is also true that it is not easy to completely resolve the entanglement of the power of Buddhism in the body."
Murong Fu frowned slightly. Jiumozhi's problems were similar to those of Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan. They were all caused by impure skills. It was not so easy to resolve them.
"In such a situation, if the National Master wants to completely resolve it, the first way is for the National Master to have a profound enlightenment, practice both Buddhism and Taoism, and integrate the Taoist mystical skills in the body with the Buddhist internal power."
Jiumozhi's expression changed and his heart sank.
"Mr. Murong is joking. If you integrate Buddhism and Taoism and cultivate at the level of a poor monk, I'm afraid you won't have much chance."
Although he is arrogant that his qualifications are rare in the world, he is not arrogant enough to be able to combine Buddhism and Taoism. What he has learned, whether it is the Kung Fu of the Tubo Nyingma Sect or the unique skills of the Shaolin Temple, are the top magical skills in Buddhism.
, and Xiao Wuxiang Gong is also a subtle and mysterious Taoist mystical skill. It is not easy to truly integrate the two!
"Master Murong, please continue talking."
With a sigh, Jiumozhi continued to ask.
At this moment, after being reminded by Murong Fu and having excellent wisdom, he naturally understood that there was nothing false about what Murong Fu said. There was really a huge hidden danger in his own martial arts at the pinnacle. Although it has not exploded now,
But that was only a matter of time.
He could still see this, and just like that, when he asked for advice again, Jiumozhi's tone was much more sincere.
"The second method is for the national master to waste away the extra effort and leave only the purest true power. However, there are also many dangers in this. The national master has a body of skill and life.
If you want to abolish some of them, I am afraid that your vitality will be damaged. As for the third method, the national master is to develop his own magical skills. This can be done once and for all. "
Murong Fu then said two methods, and Jiumozhi frowned as he listened.
There are three ways to solve his own hidden dangers, but for Jiumozhi, each one has its own advantages and disadvantages. If you want to really make up your mind, it is obviously not something that can be done in a moment.
"Amitabha, thank you Mr. Murong for your guidance. This poor monk needs to think more about it."
"Of course, with the level of cultivation of the national master, these hidden dangers will not occur for a while, but you need to pay more attention in the future."
Murong Fu sighed softly. He still admired Jiumozhi who was so persistent in martial arts. The two of them could be said to be the same kind of people, but he had already understood his own way and cultivated himself to perfection.
After fusion, there will no longer be any hidden dangers, but Jiumozhi is still lingering at the door, never really taking this step, and the difference between this step is a world of difference.
"When the Imperial Master truly lets go of his attachments, that will be the day when the great path will be achieved."
When Jiumozhi heard this, he was shocked and seemed to be enlightened. He only felt that Murong Fu's last sentence was closely related to him, but he really wanted to understand the mystery of it, but he lost his inspiration.
What he didn't know was that Murong Fu's words were exactly his original destiny path. According to the original path, Jiumozhi achieved great enlightenment at the last moment. Although Duan Yu absorbed all his skills, he reached a perfect state and finally achieved success.
A generation of eminent monks.
After a discussion, Jiumozhi seemed to have understood something. In the next few days, he no longer read in Huanshi Shui Pavilion, but just meditated in his room. Murong Fu understood what he was thinking and did not disturb him.
On this day, four ministers came together to bring important news. The Beggars Clan had arrived in Wuxi, and they had already arrived at the doorstep of the Murong family.
Soon, a disciple of the Beggar Clan came to the door, handed over a greeting card, and invited the head of the Murong family, Murong Fu, to visit Wuxi.
After the people from the Beggar Clan left, Deng Baichuan and others looked serious, knowing that this important matter would eventually come to an end.
"Master, how should we deal with it? The Beggar Clan is going south this time, and there are many masters. Do you want to bring the masters from the village to the appointment?"
"No need, the Beggar Clan is not a dragon's den or a tiger's den. All I have to do is you two accompany me. As for Brother Deng, Brother Gongye will stay behind at Shenhe Village."
Murong Fu smiled calmly and made arrangements for the next trip.
After the discussion was complete, Murong Fu rushed to Wuxi with Bao BuTong and Feng BoEi.
Before they left Shenhe Village, they met Jiumozhi.
"Is Mr. Murong going to the Beggar Clan for an appointment?"
Jiumozhi put his hands together, his expression was solemn, and his temperament changed slightly. Murong Fu's eyes lit up when he saw it, knowing that Jiumozhi had gained a lot in the past few days.
"I didn't expect that a trivial matter in the village would alarm the Imperial Master. I'm really sorry."
"Master Murong, what are you talking about? Not to mention the deep friendship between the poor monk and your father, this trip to Hezhuang is also very fruitful because of the young master. Since there is something going on in the village, the poor monk has to do his best even if he can't help it.
yes."
"To be fair to the Imperial Master, the Beggar Clan went south this time because of the death of Ma Dayuan, the deputy leader of the Beggar Clan, which involves my Murong family. I am going to go and talk about it now."
The death of Ma Dayuan caused quite a stir in the world. Although Jiumozhi was new to the Central Plains, he had heard a lot about it all the way from Dali, so he naturally knew the reason.
"In this case, the poor monk will go with the young master to have a look. I have heard that the Beggar Gang is the largest gang in the world. I have admired it for a long time and I want to see it this time."
Murong Fu nodded. Since Jiumozhi wanted to go with him, there was nothing to stop him. Moreover, he was already very sure about the outcome of the trip. He asked himself that nothing unexpected would happen, and there was nothing to worry about if there was one more person going there.
, not to mention that Jiumozhi is still one of the few masters in the world.
In just half a day, the group arrived in Wuxi.
There are many disciples of the Beggar Clan. As soon as Murong Fu and others appeared in Wuxi City, their traces were discovered, and soon a Five Bags disciple came looking for them.
"Master Murong has come to attend the appointment. I, the Beggar Clan, are all deeply honored. At this moment, the gang leader and others are waiting for you in the apricot forest. Please invite Master Murong to accompany you!"
This five-pack disciple of the Beggar Clan is a young man with an unattractive appearance and a strong body. With Murong Fu's eyes, he can naturally see that this man's kung fu is not weak. He secretly sighs in his heart that this Beggar Clan is indeed one of the best forces in the martial arts world.
, a disciple of Five Bags has considerable skills, so one can imagine how many masters there are in such a large gang of beggars.
But he has nothing to be afraid of. Although there are many masters in the Beggar Clan, they are only for ordinary martial arts people. At his level, there are not many people in the world who can take them seriously.
With this disciple of the Beggar Gang leading the way, Murong Fu and his entourage did not stay much longer in Wuxi City. After leaving the city, less than ten miles to the south, they saw a forest land with a faint apricot fragrance floating around. It was full of ancient charm, but it was a rare place.
A place of scenic beauty.
After walking into the forest, not long after, Murong Fu and others heard a quarrel coming from the forest.
"What the leader said is different. Our Beggar Gang went south to Gusu this time just to avenge Deputy Gang Leader Ma. As for who this enemy is, it is naturally the Murong family of Gusu who repaid others in the same way. The enemy has not yet come to our door.
, I’m afraid it would be very inappropriate for the gang leader to excuse them, right?”
The speaker's voice was as loud as a bell and could be heard for miles. It was obvious that his internal energy was very impressive.
"Yes, the Murong family in Gusu is famous all over the world for doing the same thing in the same way. Vice leader Ma died at the hands of his famous stunt, the chokehold. Who else in the world can do this except the Murong family?
Will this happen?"
Another person spoke in agreement.
Murong Fu heard all this, but his expression was calm and he did not show any emotion at all.
On the contrary, the two people next to them, Bao BuTong and Feng BoE, had angry faces and could no longer hold their anger.
"Haha, which one of the four elders of the Beggar Clan is talking about? He is really full of farts and smells bad!"
With a long laugh, Bao BuTong jumped up and ran out into an open space in the forest.
At this time, a group of beggars gathered in the open space, and there was a hustle and bustle of people. There were probably only a few hundred people there.
"I've always heard that Jiangnan Baotong has a bad mouth, but when I saw it today, it certainly lived up to its reputation."
A strange voice sounded. The speaker was an old man. He had nine cloth bags on his body and a pair of arms hanging around his waist. He was much longer than the average person. This man was Chen Guyan, one of the four elders of the Beggar Clan.
People in the world call him the Old Man with Long Arms!
"Hmph, I don't have a mouth that is open to anyone, but I have never slandered anyone. Chen Guyan, you just said that my young master killed the deputy leader of your beggar gang. Do you have any evidence?"
Over the years, Bao BuTong's temperament had changed a lot under the influence of Murong Fu, but he still looked cheerful when he started to quarrel.