"Don't say any more words!" Murong Bo shook his head and said to the unknown old monk: "Master has already enlightened me and Old Man Xiao. I must have seen through it."
The unknown old monk nodded and asked Murong Fu, "Fu'er, how is your martial arts better than mine?"
Murong Fu said: "My grandson is ashamed. He failed to transfer the family legacy to the depths of the world. It has damaged the reputation of the Murong family!"
"So what if your wisdom and prestige are better than mine?" the old monk asked again.
Murong Fu said: "It's even worse!"
The old monk smiled and said: "In this case, I have exhausted all my efforts and even pretended to die. I can't do it, so why do you have to force it? If one day, the Song Dynasty is decayed and the people are in dire straits, naturally some heroes will rise up. At that time, even if you don't do it, the world will
Current affairs cannot be ignored by you. On the contrary, if you do it forcefully, it will only block the flow of traffic, which will only increase your troubles. Over the years, I have read and read the scriptures, and my mood has gradually calmed down. I often regret it. If I did not have such ambitions and tried to dominate the world, I would only be free and easy.
Playing chess and discussing Taoism with Wu Yazi in the faction, what kind of happy fairy days were those?"
"But..." Murong Fu wanted to say something else. The unknown old monk waved his hand and said: "But I won't stop you. At my age, you may be able to take it lightly, but you are young and energetic. No matter what you try to do, I will not stop you."
, I must be dissatisfied in my heart, everyone's fate has been determined long ago, and it is impossible to force it."
"Master has mercy." Xuanji muttered.
The old monk laughed at himself: "I have harmed others and myself, so how can I be compassionate? I haven't left the temple for more than ten years. I just recite the Buddha's name and repent, which is just to atone for my sins."
.......
Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo had converted to the Three Jewels under the enlightenment of the Buddhist teachings of the unknown old monk and became monks in the Shaolin Temple. Not only did they resolve their grudges, but they also became brothers. The unknown old monk himself had a strange life experience. This was something no one expected.
, it turned out to be Murong Longcheng who had been dead for many years, everyone was surprised and surprised at the same time.
Shaolin, in the Main Hall.
Abbot Xuanci had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and said to Su Yang: "The donor has done a great good thing for Wulin by coming here. He has eliminated a huge disaster, and his merits are truly immeasurable."
"It is Buddhism that has immeasurable merit, not inferiority." Su Yang said with a smile: "If Murong Longcheng had not been enlightened by Buddhism, his delusions would not have been completely eliminated. In the final analysis, it was Master Lingmen who had the foresight back then."
Xuanci suddenly smiled and said: "The donor is putting gold on our temple's face. The martial arts recorded in the Yi Jin Jing are nothing more. But the scripture is about Bodhidharma's surgery. It is a treasure of our temple. Please return it to the donor."
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Abbot Xuanci is a sensible person. No matter who has the most precious martial arts treasure like the Yi Jin Jing, it is impossible to get it back for nothing, especially since Su Yang is accompanied by two big demons, and his own identity is also unknown.
It was extremely strange. He was so senior that even Murong Longcheng called him "Senior". He couldn't snatch it away, so he just said that the original Yi Jin Jing should be returned. As for whether Su Yang made another copy, he didn't say anything.
Su Yang was naturally happy to do this favor, and after returning the original, he whispered a few words into Xuanci's ear.
These words were spoken so quietly that no one except Xuanci heard them, but Xuanci's expression changed dramatically.
"Master, monks are also human beings, and monks are not necessarily homeless. That's it for now. I'll take my leave."
After saying that, he took the two girls and left Shaolin.
...
Outside the Shaolin Temple, Xiao Feng was looking at the temple and worshiping.
"Brother Xiao, what are your plans next?" Su Yang asked.
"I don't have much plan." Xiao Feng said: "After listening to the old monk's words, I realized that all calculations are useless in the end. Instead of making plans, it is better to accept the situation as it comes. The world is so big, whether it is Khitan, Xixia, or the Central Plains, where can it be?
Intolerable?"
"Is there anyone waiting outside Yanmen Pass?" Su Yang suddenly asked.
Xiao Feng laughed and said: "Outside Yanmen Pass, stuff the cattle and sheep. I will definitely live up to the promise."
Looking at the man in front of him, Su Yang suddenly felt an indescribable feeling.
What exactly is a hero? Xiao Feng did not go to Daliao to serve as an official, did not fight the heroes of the Central Plains on his own, did not monopolize the three masters in Shaolin Temple, did not splatter Yanmen Pass to persuade the Khitan army to retreat.
This hero is a little less tragic. Without these, Xiao Feng is no longer the Xiao Feng in the original plot.
But this Xiao Feng must live a happier life than the Xiao Feng in the original plot.
A hero is like a mountain, a mountain that cannot be put down when carried on one's back, a mountain that can crush people to death.
"Here is a second-class token. Brother Xiao, don't dislike it." Su Yang was originally going to give him a first-class token, but now that he was given a second-class token, he felt much better.
Xiao Feng nodded, took the token and stuffed it into his arms without looking at it. He strode away and said without looking back: "If you have free time, remember to come to me for a drink."
The system return sound in Su Yang's heart has already sounded.
"I have something to do and I need to leave for a few days. The two of you are waiting for me in Lingjiu Palace. Next time we meet, maybe we can cure your hidden dangers."
Li Qiushui said: "That's all, if it can't be cured, what can we do?"
The Tianshan Child Elder said: "You really can't come to the Shaolin Temple. I have listened to these monks talking too much, and I have become a little inactive. Your martial arts have not yet recovered, so take care of it!"
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Shortly after Su Yang left, Murong Fu and his party were seen at the foot of the Shaolin Temple.
Bao BuTong said: "Sir, this time I met the Master, Bao BuTong seemed to be different. But what the Master said made sense to me. I wonder what the Master's next plan is?"
Murong Fu's face was as dark as water and he didn't answer for a long time.
Feng Bo evil said: "We are from the martial arts world. After we go back, we will study martial arts with great concentration. We will find some powerful opponents and give them a few serious blows. If we can't beat them, we will practice again. If we can beat them, we will find more powerful ones. This way
Wouldn't it be fun to fight it down?"
Bao Tongtong shook his head and said: "No, no, that's all. What kind of person is our young master? How can we easily find a fight with others? Isn't this a loss of status? Even if we want to fight, we must have famous heroes in the world to challenge us.
You have to defeat us first before you can be qualified to see the young master’s golden face!”
The two of them were talking to each other, but Murong Fu's heart was filled with excitement!
Is that the end?
From the time he can remember, the first sentence he learned was to restore Dayan. When he was young, he practiced martial arts. If he slacked off even a little, he would be scolded by his mother. For decades, he has always required himself to be a royal family, no matter how he treats others or lives in daily life.
Royal style.
Ever since he was a child, he has always firmly believed, or maybe it was a fantasy, that one day, he would be able to walk on the imperial steps leading to the golden throne, and accept the worship of all people!
Even though he was in the wilderness, he never took those so-called martial arts masters into his eyes, but only regarded them as pawns that could be used, because he firmly believed that the blood flowing in his body was ten thousand times more noble than these people!
Even though he hates, respects and fears people like Xiao Feng who are more powerful than him in martial arts, he has never looked down upon these people! Because they are just ordinary people, and I am a royal family!
This is his ideal, his dream, his belief, and even something that has been integrated into his bone marrow.
But today, I suddenly told him that you are wrong, you are the same as them, you are not as good as them! That throne will never and should not belong to you!
How could he accept this!
But today, he was asked to give up all of this!
This is easier said than done, how is it possible? How can a living person have all the blood drained from his body and all the bones broken?
He is unwilling and will never compromise!
Even if I die, even if it is only for one day, I will be the emperor. I am absolutely different from mediocre people like you.
He began to hate, especially Su Yang on the Knight Island. If it weren't for Su Yang, he would have become the leader of the Thirty-six Cave and Seventy-two Islands. If it weren't for Su Yang, his grandfather would not have said what he said.
After all, he is still the majestic grandson of Emperor Yan; if it weren't for Su Yang, he could defeat Xiao Feng today and shock Shaolin!
He even began to think that if it weren't for Su Yang, he would have become the Emperor of Yan.
He became a little crazy.
"Enough!"
Murong Fu shouted: "You two have to talk about your breakup again!"
Murong Fu had a deep mind. Bao BuTong and Feng BoEi had been retainers for several generations and were loyal to the Murong family. Murong Fu had always treated the two of them like brothers and had never been cold-hearted. Now he suddenly got angry and both of them were shocked.
, somehow offended the young master.
"I have seen it a long time ago. You two have never paid attention to the important matters of my Murong family and have always been perfunctory!" Murong Fu's eyes were red and he said coldly: "Okay, okay, you are greedy for life and afraid of death, so you don't dare to follow me.
If you want to rejuvenate the country, if you think Yanziwu is greedy for comfort, then get out! My father and grandfather are old and have no ambitions, but I, Murong Fu, will not be as cowardly as them. I, the great descendant of the Yan royal family, will never live my life.
Wandering in the rivers and lakes, one day I will be able to restore Dayan and rule the world!"
"Sir, that's not what we meant!" Feng BoE quickly explained.
Murong Fu didn't allow him to talk at all. He shook his arms and pushed the two people away. He snorted and sneered, and ran down the mountain like lightning. He was already a little crazy in his actions.
Bao BuTong and Feng BoE chased after them. The two men's martial arts skills were far inferior to Murong Fu's. After a while, Murong Fu disappeared.
Murong Fu was in a state of madness, running around in the mountains at will. The frustration in his heart increased greatly, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter, causing the mountains and forests to reverberate.
At this moment, another voice sounded in the forest. Although this voice was not loud compared to Murong Fu's roar, it seemed to be everywhere.
A red shadow fell in front of Murong Fu, blocking his way.
"Hmph, you are good at martial arts, but you are so vulnerable to attack, and you still want to ascend to the throne. It is simply ridiculous."
"Who are you!" Murong Fu suddenly stopped and saw a man in red appeared out of nowhere in front of him. This man was covered in red robes, he was clearly a man, but his skin was smooth and there was some powder on his face, and he looked nondescript.
There were three people standing behind him, an old man holding a strange weapon, and a man in white.
There was another person he knew, and it was actually Ding Chunqiu. The dignified head of the Xingxiu Sect stood behind this person, with a flattering face, like a slave.
"Who am I?" The man in red laughed heartily, with indescribable sadness in his laughter.
"Who am I? Just like you, I have a blood feud with Su Yang!"
