Chapter 104: Meeting Xuanci and exploring the Sutra Pavilion at night!
Time flies, and suddenly half a month has passed. Nothing happened along the way, except for the tearful farewells of Aju Abi and Wang Yuyan and Sanshu. The group of people drove to Shaolin as fast as possible to avoid long nights and dreams. In order to avoid Trouble, the Murong family's black flag was raised along the way. Although it was quite ostentatious, it also prevented Xiaoxiao, who had ulterior motives from attacking the group, and delayed everyone's schedule.
Among the four generals, Gong Yeqian was sent out by Murong Fu, and the remaining three followed Murong Fu. In addition to Ben Guan and Duan Yu, Ba Tianshi was left behind in Dali. Because of the success last time Ba Tianshi played a big role in finding Dr. Xue. Murong Fu seconded this person to Duan Zhengming in case he could be used again.
This trip to the Shaolin Temple was not only to get rid of two hot potatoes, but also to find out some clues about the Yanmen Pass incident.
He always felt that the ambush of Xiao Yuanshan by the Central Plains heroes in the past was not as simple as it seemed.
First of all, it is very suspicious that the leader is Xuanci. If Khitan warriors went to the Central Plains to rob Shaolin martial arts again today, it goes without saying that Xuanci took the lead. But that was thirty years ago, how old was Xuanci? ?How high can one’s martial arts be? There is almost an iron rule universally recognized among martial arts masters, that is, the older one gets, the more refined and profound one’s internal strength becomes. The fact that boxing is afraid of young strength hardly applies to martial arts masters.
Like my senior brother, Su Xinghe, even though he is a wizened little old man, his whole body may not weigh eighty kilograms in total, but he can lift two hundred kilograms of stones with one hand as if for fun. This is the result of profound internal strength. .
I remember that Child Elder once told Xu Zhu that she had a friendship with the abbot of the Lingmen of Shaolin. Child Elder was ninety-six years old at the time. And how old could the eminent monk from the Ling clan who had a friendship with her be thirty years ago? That's about sixty or seventy years old. Why did Xuan Ci, a generation of Xuan people, be sent to be the leader when such a big event as the Battle of Yanmen Pass happened? If this were done today, it would be equivalent to Shaolin during the Battle of Juxianzhuang. None of the Xuan monks went, and they sent two Hui monks and a few Xu monks to attend the Heroes Conference. Isn’t this nonsense? And the importance of the battle at Yanmen Pass is infinitely more important than Qiao Feng’s. Why don't all the eminent monks of the spiritual generation come forward? Wouldn't it be childish to use such a big event to train young people?
Now that he thinks about it, Murong Fu feels more and more that the Yanmen Pass incident is just like a group of junior martial arts students from that time getting together to make a fool of themselves. No matter how you look at it, there is a sense of absurdity. A group of martial arts juniors in their thirties and forties were at Yanmen Pass. He set up an ambush and killed Xiao Yuanshan's bodyguards and his defenseless wife. Later, he discovered that Xiao Yuanshan's martial arts was too strong, and a group of himself let the other party beat him until corpses were everywhere.
Xiao Yuanshan jumped off a cliff in grief and anger, and these executioners found out that they had raised Xiao Yuanshan's orphan?
By the way, Xuanci, the leader of this gang of executioners, later became the abbot of Shaolin? Oh, by the way, these insiders at that time also chose to protect Xuanci, and they did not hesitate to kill themselves for this, and then killed them. got more people.
And Xuanci, who knew that he had been deceived by Murong Bo, just sent Xuanbei to Murong's house to hold him accountable. Shouldn't the logic of a normal person be to summon the survivors of the Yanmenguan battle and bring Shaolin masters with him? , go to Murong's family to investigate the crime together? On the contrary, Xuanci's handling method gave Murong Fu the feeling that it was not like he was holding Murong Bo to account, but more like... covering up?
No matter what, he has to go to the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion this time. It’s not that he is taking a peek at Shaolin martial arts. He really doesn’t care about the seventy-two stunts now. It’s just because in a sense, all the disputes in this world come from the Scripture Pavilion.
It started at the Sutra Pavilion and ended at the Sutra Pavilion. He hoped that during this trip he could find some clues related to that year.
Instead of following the trend, being pushed by fate, and waiting for the sweeping monk from Shaolin Temple to solve all this. Judging from the current situation, even if he is content to lie flat in the countryside of Gusu, Murong Bo will toss in the dark.
All kinds of moths force me to run around in the rivers and lakes.
Therefore, instead of waiting until Xuan Bei dies and passively deal with it on his own, it is better to take this opportunity to go to Shaolin to investigate. Anyway, with his current martial arts, there is only one sweeping monk in the entire Shaolin Temple who can punish him, and his predecessors have high
The National People's Congress is most likely too lazy to talk to me. After all, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo have been hiding in the Sutra-Tibetan Pavilion for decades and the sweeping monk has not done anything. If he goes in and takes a look, others will care about him? It doesn't exist!
Along the way, Murong Fu followed Wu Yazi's teachings and diligently practiced the Beiming Divine Kung Fu. It must be said that Murong Fu's current understanding of martial arts is indeed good. In just half a month, he has mastered the thirty-six meridians of Beiming.
The ten meridians, including the original two meridians, have been trained to one third. However, there is still a long way to go before Wu Yazi can eliminate the attacks of others. However, the protection of Beiming Zhenqi
However, his physical function is much stronger than before. In other words, Murong Fu is now more resistant to beatings than before. He will no longer be beaten into a battle-damaged cousin by a punch.
Three days later, at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.
"Sir, if you go up to Shaoshi Mountain, you will find the Shaolin Temple. You and your friends will rest here for a while, and I will take my third brother Bao up the mountain to report."
In a pavilion at the foot of the mountain, everyone from the Murong family and Dali people sat in the pavilion, together with two Tianzhu monks who were tied into rice dumplings.
Deng Baichuan asked everyone to rest here while he went up the mountain first, but Feng Bo was not happy and shouted: "Brother Deng, you are too partial. Why did you only take Brother Bao up the mountain and let me wait here?"
Deng Baichuan's fat, red face was filled with helplessness: "Fourth brother, it's not that my eldest brother doesn't take care of you. It's just that you always have to cause trouble and do something every time you go out. Last time you had a fight with Zen Master Huichan from Shaolin.
, but it will offend people greatly. If you want to go up the mountain together, that's fine. How about you promise first that you will never fight with others or cause trouble?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Feng Bo evil said hurriedly: "I, Feng Bo evil, use martial arts to make friends. Besides, the last fight with Monk Huichen was not started by me alone. It was the two of us.
We made an appointment to compete, and both sides suffered injuries. We don't know each other without fighting! If you are afraid that I will get into trouble, fine, I promise you, I will never fight with others? How about it? You can take me with you this way
Have you gone up the mountain?"
Although he was quite dissatisfied with Deng Baichuan's move, Deng Baichuan was the eldest brother after all. He could not help but disobey him, so he had no choice but to promise him this way. But in fact, Deng Baichuan did expose his inner thoughts. He
Feng Bo evil loves fighting with others most in his life. Even if he knows he can't beat someone with strong martial arts skills, he still has to go up and challenge them twice before he is willing to accept it. He once challenged eighteen masters from the Jiangnan area in three days, and the "Jiangnan Gust"
This is how you earn your name.
Now that he's at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, how can he not feel itchy? Shaolin's reputation as the world's best martial arts player is no joke. The last battle with Hui Chan made him miss it all the time. If he can fight with someone this time,
Wouldn't it be beautiful for an eminent monk of the Xuan generation to make two gestures?
Unexpectedly, Deng Baichuan wiped out his little thought as soon as he came up.
Murong Fu nodded slightly. Deng Baichuan still had leadership ability. If he was loyal enough, it would be a great help to him. Unfortunately, he was destined to be unable and dare not treat this man as his confidant.
So Deng Baichuan and the others went up the mountain to report, while Murong Fu and others stayed in the pavilion and waited.
Zhe Luoxing said angrily: "Murong Fu, we are monks from Tianzhu. Even if we break into your village, you can kill or chop us into pieces. You can do whatever you want with us. Why did you bring us to Shaolin Temple?"
Originally, Jiumozhi and Murong Fu agreed to send the two of them to Shaolin for custody, and the two of them were still happy. After all, they had the idea of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin. In this way, it was like a mouse in a rice vat.
When they saw that Murong Fu had simply agreed, they only thought that the other was young and could be bullied, so they did not take him seriously. But that night, Jiumozhi left and returned, using mysterious means to dissolve the inner energy of the two of them.
.Now that the internal strength of the two of them is less than 23% of what it used to be, how can they escape from the custody of the Shaolin Temple, the largest sect in Middle-earth? This trip is equivalent to life imprisonment! That's why he is so angry.
Murong Fu smiled and said: "Master, you are being humble. I don't have the guts to do anything to you two. You two have profound skills and must have learned from extraordinary teachers. Our small temple in Gusu cannot afford the two giant Buddhas of these two masters. Shaolin is indeed
The two masters are a good place to go. What's more, Murong Fu's move was also promised by the two masters before! Murong Fu also acted in accordance with the promise. Why did the master do this?"
Even so, he was sneering in his heart: Keep you two here, and after Jiumozhi brings the news back to Tianzhu, you can find someone to come to Yanziwu to settle the general ledger, right? Do you think I'm stupid?
The two of them are foreign monks but possess unique Shaolin skills, which is a big taboo in this era. I believe that the Shaolin authorities will spare no effort to take good care of them. If there is any trouble in the future, let the big monks worry about it.
After saying this, Murong Fu ignored the noise of the two Asans and carefully looked at this famous mountain temple with a long history.
However, I saw that Shaoshi Mountain has steep peaks and shady ancient trees. There is only one path on the entire mountain that can accommodate three people walking side by side leading to the ancient temple on the mountain. It is said that the path down the mountain cannot even be passed by horses and can only accommodate one person walking alone. In this way
It is a dangerous place. Even if you send 10,000 to 20,000 troops and horses to attack, it will be basically in vain. There is only one way to capture Shaoshi Mountain, and that is to send tens of thousands of troops to surround the entire mountain and prevent the supplies from outside.
If you can't get in, the people above can't get out, and these monks will be trapped to death.
The tens of thousands of hectares of land under the entire Shaoshi Mountain, plus hundreds of shops, are the property of the Shaolin Temple. In terms of actual wealth, the Shaolin Temple is probably much richer than the Murong family. After all, the Buddha's ability to transform spirits is still far behind the Murong family.
Above the descendants of the downtrodden royal family.
Ben Guan praised: "When I was in Dali, I often admired the reputation of Shaolin Temple as the largest temple in the world. When I saw it today, it was indeed extraordinary! It is a famous mountain temple. Compared with it, my Tianlong Temple is far inferior."
Everyone nodded in agreement. Murong Fu said with a smile: "Why should I be too modest, Master Benguan? What monks cultivate is a compassionate heart that can save all sentient beings. In the past, the masters were so compassionate that they rescued Murong Fu when they were faced with powerful enemies. This kind of compassionate heart
, I think it is much more majestic than the Shaolin Temple, why should you belittle yourself, Master?"
He said this partly out of compliment, but partly out of sincerity. After all, many of the actions of the Shaolin Temple, in his opinion, really cannot live up to its reputation. The actions of some eminent monks of the Xuan generation, even a low-pocket disciple of the Beggar Clan,
Not as good as anything.
Ben Guan clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you, Mr. Murong. As a monk, the old monk naturally has no competitive spirit. I just felt it in my heart. Mr. Murong laughed."
Having said that, Murong Fu's words are still very useful in my heart. There is indeed a reason why Qidao Zhengming likes this person so much.
Not long after, Bao BuTong came down from the mountain: "Master Qi, fellow Dali disciples, Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin opened the middle gate and went to the mountain in person to welcome you all up the mountain."
Everyone nodded with satisfaction. Shaolin's etiquette is indeed worthy of praise. Although the status of everyone present deserves Shaolin's welcome at the middle gate, but as the abbot, Xuanci can just wait at the gate of the mountain. There is no need to go to the middle of the mountain to greet him in person.
, this can be regarded as giving everyone enough face.
"Master, please come first." Murong Fu bowed and said to Ben Guan. Among them, he belongs to Ben Guan and has the highest seniority. It is most appropriate for him to lead the way.
Ben Guan smiled and nodded, without any pretense of refusal, and led the group up the mountain.
"Let's go, you two, we are all here. The two eminent monks should save some face for themselves." Murong Fu said to the two brothers Zheluoxing.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Just now Murong Fu personally untied the two of them, just to save some face for the two of them, so that they would not hate him. However, the acupoints
It has not been solved.
The two exchanged a look, let out a long sigh, and had no choice but to follow.
Walking halfway up the mountain, I saw a group of old monks in red robes leading dozens of monks waiting in a pavilion halfway up the mountain. Seeing everyone coming up, the leader, an old monk with a gray beard, stepped forward a few steps, clasped his hands and said: "
Amitabha, eminent monks from other monasteries, and Master Murong have come from afar, but I am unable to greet you from afar. Please forgive me."
This old monk was presumably the current abbot of Shaolin, Xuan Ci. Seeing his kind expression, as if he had the demeanor of an eminent monk, Murong Fu really couldn't connect him with a murderer who killed women and children at Yanmen Pass. He also really couldn't believe it.
A monk in the world will be a monk who does not keep the precepts. It seems that people should not be judged by their appearance, and this has been true since ancient times.
Everyone greeted them one by one. When it was Murong Fu's turn, Xuanci gave Murong Fu a deep look: "In the past, my father Murong Bo, a layman, had a good relationship with me. I didn't want your father to die young, as the young master was still young at that time. Life is a matter of time."
Just like a white colt passing by, suddenly the son of an old friend has appeared on the steps of the courtyard like a orchid or jade tree. If Master Murong knew someone under the spring, he would definitely be very happy."
Murong Fu hurriedly returned the courtesy and said: "It turns out that Master and my late father had this connection. When my late father passed away, Murong Fu was still young and had not enjoyed a moment of family happiness. Today I can see my father's old friend, which brings great comfort to my life. Please invite Master Abbot
I pay my respects to you as a junior."
After saying that, he lifted up his robe and bowed down, looking like a courteous and courteous young man. Everyone present nodded and praised him, saying that Nan Murong's family was of a noble family, and his children were all respectful and polite.
Only Murong Fu sneered in his heart: Old fox, you want to trick me, do you think I'm stupid?
Xuanci hurriedly helped Murong Fu up in front of him. The atmosphere between the host and guest was harmonious, showing the courtesy of seniors and juniors.
Xuanci ordered: "Instruct all the Taoist priests of fire work to hold a large fasting banquet. Tonight, the whole temple will welcome everyone who has come from afar to wash away the dust."
Murong Fu looked carefully and did not see Xu Zhu among the dozens of monks. He thought it was because he was too young and not qualified to stand here.
After a period of time, the Shaolin guest hall was opened.
After listening to the statements of Murong Fu and others, several monks of the Xuan generation had a look of anger on their faces, and Xuan Ci also looked cold.
He glanced at Zheluoxing and Zheluoxing coldly: "Although the two Buddhist brothers from Tianzhu are disciples of Buddhism in our temple, except for a few of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, they were created by Patriarch Bodhidharma when he entered China.
All are created and improved by the eminent monks of our temple. Not to mention that Buddhist disciples should be compassionate. The two Tianzhu Buddhist brothers used my Shaolin unique skills to show off their evil in our Central Plains. If Shaolin just sits back and ignores it, what kind of face will it have in the Chinese martial arts world in the future?
Do you want to gain a foothold in front of fellow Taoists? Please invite these two Buddhist brothers to stay in our temple for a while, and then we can settle the matter after the matter is clarified!"
Then he waved his hand and said: "Two junior brothers Xuanji and Xuannan, and two Buddhist brothers from Tianzhu have come a long way to work hard. I would like to trouble you two junior brothers to take the two Buddhist brothers down to rest first. You must treat me well and don't neglect these two great virtues."
He said he was polite, but when he opened his mouth, he asked two masters from the Shaolin Bodhidharma Academy to lead the people down. It was called hospitality, but it was actually a detention, and the service was watertight.
Zheluoxing and the others were helpless. Seeing that there were so many Shaolin masters and their own skills were greatly reduced, they had no choice but to go down dejectedly, followed closely by Xuanji and Xuannan.
Then he said to Murong Fu and others: "Thank you all for taking the trouble to escort the two thieves here. Without you, my Shaolin skills would have almost been leaked, causing a catastrophe. Please ask some of you to move over. We have set up a trap in the hall."
Zhai Banquet." So everyone followed Xuanci to the Zhaitang. That day, the guests and hosts had a great time and dispersed at noon.
In the middle of the night, inside the Shaolin guest house.
In the darkness, Murong Fu opened his eyes. Without lighting the oil lamp, he directly took off the outer brocade robe, revealing the night clothes underneath.
When he was sure that everything was quiet, Murong Fu gently opened the door and closed it. Then he jumped out of the courtyard wall, went straight to the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion after several ups and downs, without making a single sound during the whole process.