Murong Fu explained the joints to her as he walked. Half an hour later, after finishing walking in small steps, Li Mochou felt that the energy in her body had increased a little, and she looked at Murong Fu strangely.
Murong Fu explained: "This footwork is called Lingbo Weibu. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the best light skill in the world. Daily practice can increase internal strength. Not only does it not consume the true energy when fighting against the enemy, it can also restore the true energy. It is extraordinary.
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Li Mochou was overjoyed. She didn't expect that Murong Fu would teach her these unique skills as soon as she became her teacher. While she was moved, she also secretly made up her mind: Master treats me so well, I will never let him down.
The two practiced for another hour, and Li Mochou felt bored and nauseous. She didn't know the Yi Jing, so she still couldn't learn the Lingbo Weibu by force. Murong Fu sighed slightly.
He taught Li Mochou the Lingbo Weibu, naturally because he wanted to go quickly. Although he could control the wind by force, without the cooperation of the Lingbo Weibu, Li Mochou could only jump a few tens of miles with his internal strength.
Murong Fu's heart moved, and he put his arms around Li Mochou's waist and jumped away.
"Master, please don't...don't be like this..." Li Mochou's pretty face turned red immediately and her body became weak.
"I'm in a rush for time. You're going too slowly. I'll give you a lift."
Murong Fu's tone was calm, but he was sighing in his heart, this adult woman was different, her body was soft and fragrant, and she was not comparable to children like Xiao Longnu and Murong Xue.
Li Mochou felt shy and angry at the same time. Why is Master like this? Is this a place that men can touch casually? She had no choice but to keep telling herself, "Master is still a child, Master is still a child..."
However, when he saw the scenery around him retreating continuously, as if he was flying, he was filled with admiration for Murong Fu's Qinggong.
After a while, Murong returned and Li Mochou actually leaned completely on him. Turning around, he saw that Li Mochou's face was red, her mouth was slightly open, her eyes were as charming as silk, and she looked emotional.
Look.
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, and then he thought: Could this be some legendary natural beauty?
More than ten days later, Murong Fu and Li Mochou arrived at a small town at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain in Henan.
In the inn, Li Mochou was dressing Murong Fu. In the past half month, Murong Fu had been responsible for the "travel" between the two of them, and Li Mochou had been responsible for the "clothing, food and accommodation".
In this world, it is only natural that "the master has something to do and the disciple must obey him". Li Mochou had no complaints, not to mention that the master taught him martial arts skills without any secrets along the way.
Just listen to Li Mochou say delicately: "Master, why are you so young and can't bear to see me and want to become a monk in Shaolin Temple?"
After these days of getting along, she also knew that this little master was extremely open-minded and didn't like how respectful and polite she was. Moreover, she really couldn't think of treating Murong Fu as her parents and elders.
"Don't worry. With such a gentle and considerate apprentice, how could I be willing to leave home? I have something to do when I come to Shaolin Temple this time."
"Bah, how can there be a master like you who teases his apprentice?" Li Mochou secretly spat and turned her head to stop looking at him.
This master is good at everything, but he loves to take advantage of others. I don’t know where he learned it at such a young age, but when I think of the four words "gentle and considerate", I still feel a little happy in my heart.
Seeing the petty and angry expression of his disciple Didi early in the morning, Murong Fu immediately reacted and his expression froze. What would happen if his disciple discovered this?
Immediately ignoring the fact that he was still dressed neatly, Murong Fu moved towards the door and heard a voice from a distance: "I'll go out first, you stay in the inn and wait for me."
Li Mochou was stunned for a moment, "Master, your belt..."
The Shaolin Temple in this world is divided into North and South Shaolin. South Shaolin is located in Putian, Fujian and is presided over by Master Fang Zheng.
Northern Shaolin is located on Shaoshi Mountain next to Songshan Mountain in Henan. It is presided over by Abbot Xuanci. The Shaolin Temple usually refers to Northern Shaolin.
At this time, in front of the Shaolin Temple, a young monk clasped his hands and said, "Donor Murong, the abbot invites you."
Shaolin Temple is different from Tianlong Temple. Tianlong Temple generally does not accept outsiders, but Shaolin Temple has no such rules. Moreover, his cheap father is an old friend of Abbot Xuanci. Murong Fu simply sneaked in and then found a way to "borrow" the Yi Jin Jing.
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"I think that cheap old man Murong Bo must be in the Shaolin Temple now. I don't know where he is hiding?" Murong Fu thought secretly.
Following the little monk, he came to a Zen room in a zigzag manner. Abbot Xuanci went out to greet him, put his hands together and saluted: "Amitabha, rare guest, rare guest."
Although Murong Fu is young, he is now regarded as the leader of his sect, so the abbot treats him with the courtesy of the leader of his sect.
Murong Fu returned the greeting and said, "I'd like to see Haihan for disturbing you."
Abbot Xuanci smiled kindly and said: "Don't disturb, don't disturb, please come inside!"
After the guests and hosts were seated, Abbot Xuanci saw Murong Fu's disheveled appearance and asked in confusion, "Why is the little benefactor Murong so embarrassed?"
Murong Fu looked embarrassed, "I met a thief when I was at the bottom of the mountain and took off my belt."
Abbot Xuanci became even more confused. The area near Shaolin Temple can be said to be the most deeply influenced by Buddhism. The residents at the foot of the mountain almost never pick up things on the road and do not close their homes at night. How could there be thieves?
But then he thought that Murong Fu was also a martial artist, and he might have met some martial arts master, so he asked: "Do you need my help?"
Murong Fu shook his head and said, "No, thank you Abbot for your kindness."
Abbot Xuanci did not force himself and asked again: "I wonder why little benefactor Murong came to our temple?"
Murong Fu pondered for a moment and said, "It's like this. My father and mother have recently lost their lives, and I feel uneasy. I want to borrow some Buddhist scriptures from the Sutra Pavilion of your temple, go back to pray to the souls of my two elders in heaven, and show my filial piety."
Abbot Xuanci smiled slightly and said: "Donor Murong's filial piety is commendable. I believe that your father-in-law will be happy if he has a soul in heaven. Propagating Buddhism is the purpose of Shaolin Temple. Our temple will never refuse guests to borrow Buddhist scriptures."
After a pause, Abbot Xuanci continued: "It's just that the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion is where our temple stores martial arts secret books. Non-disciples of our temple are not allowed to enter. I hope Donor Murong doesn't mind."
"I don't know whether your father is happy or not, but if your father knew that I was reciting sutras to save him, I'm afraid he would be really angry to death." However, Murong Fu did not dare to say these words, so he said:
"Don't worry, Master. I will never step foot onto the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion."
"Then please wait a moment, little benefactor. I will arrange for my disciples to take the benefactor to the Sutra Pavilion."
"Thank you, abbot."
Murong Fu followed a young monk to the Sutra Pavilion. Looking at the many Buddhist scriptures, Murong Fu secretly sighed in his heart. The real heritage of Shaolin Temple still lies in these Buddhist sutras. It is a pity that due to wars in later generations, the Sutra Pavilion was burned to the ground.