Chapter 107: A Thousand Gold and a Promise, Xu Zhu Finds His Marriage
The young monk apologized profusely, until Murong Fu said the word "Xuzhu" before he paused. He walked up to Murong Fu and bowed respectfully and said: "This donor, the monk's name is indeed "Xu Zhu".
How did you find out?"
Murong Fu smiled: "I do know the name of little Master Xu Zhu, but today is the first time I see him in person."
Xu Zhu scratched his head in confusion and looked at Murong Fu carefully with his big eyes: "Ah, you must be Mr. Murong from the south of the Yangtze River. That day, the young monk's master, Zen Master Hui Cong, was at the mountain gate with the abbot and the others.
Welcoming the young master. After coming back, I told several junior monks that Mr. Murong is elegant and elegant, and that he is the best person in the world. I think it is this young master. Mr. Murong, you are even more handsome than the master said."
Xu Zhu admired sincerely.
Seeing Xu Zhu's sincerity and simplicity, everyone found it interesting. Feng Bo evil smiled and came up to apologize: "I'm sorry, little master, Feng Laosi just didn't see the road and bumped into little master." While saying this, he bowed to Xu Zhu.
apologize.
Xu Zhu hurriedly said: "Amitabha, Feng Donor's words were serious. It was the young monk who bumped into Feng Donor."
When he saw Feng BoEi bending down to apologize, he was shocked, and quickly stepped forward to help him. Unexpectedly, Feng BoEi suddenly raised his head and smiled, and when Xu Zhu's hand touched him, his inner strength suddenly spat out and held Xu Zhu's hand.
His wrist. Xu Zhu's skill was already low, how could he withstand this attack? He suddenly felt as if he was drunk, dizzy, his face turned red, and he staggered backwards. After taking a few steps back, a
The palm of his hand was placed on the back of his heart, and then a warm inner force poured in from his back. Xu Zhu felt his whole body warm, his mind instantly became clear, and he stopped walking. Just as he was wondering about this sudden change, he let out an angry shout.
Came: "Don't be rude, stand down!"
Feng Bo was ashamed and smiled sarcastically as he retreated behind Bao BuTong. Bao BuTong looked reproachfully at the troublemaker.
Before Xu Zhu could react to this sudden change, a gentle voice sounded: "Little master, are you okay?"
Xu Zhu turned around and saw that it was Murong Fu. Only then did he realize that Feng Bo was teasing him with his superb martial arts and it was Murong Fu who had dragged him down. He was not annoyed and turned around to give another salute respectfully: "Thank you, Mr. Murong. Young monk.
I lost my footing and almost fell, thanks to Mr. Murong for helping me." His words were sincere and there was no hint of anger at all.
Bao Bubu saw that this little monk was really interesting: he apologized when others bumped into him, and he was not angry when others teased him. How many people in the world have a good temper? Not to mention others teasing him like this, even if they were robbed.
Sitting down, toasting less than a glass of wine is also a huge insult, and it will definitely cause trouble. How can there be anyone like this little monk? It’s inappropriate to say he has a good temper, he has no temper at all.
So he touched his beard, shook his head and said: "No, no. Little master, it was indeed my young master who was kind enough to help you. But it was not you who made the mistake yourself, but my fourth brother Feng who just made a move to tease you. Little master can
Don’t be offended.”
Feng Baoyou laughed to himself: "My little master's martial arts are a bit bad, I still need to practice hard. Just now, Feng heard that you are a senior disciple of the Hui generation, so he tried to challenge you. The attack was a little harder, don't blame me, don't blame me."
!I have an old relationship with Zen Master Hui Chan of your temple. Do you know him? Why haven’t you seen him?”
Xu Zhu hurriedly said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. This benefactor, the Master Hui Chan you mentioned is the junior monk's uncle. He went out on business a few months ago according to the decree of the abbot's uncle. The junior monk's martial arts is still shallow.
It’s worth mentioning, don’t blame the donor, don’t blame him.”
Looking at Xu Zhu who was apologizing continuously in front of him, Murong Fu had mixed feelings in his heart. He vaguely felt that he owed him something. If it weren't for his intervention, Xu Zhu would have inherited Wu Yazi's mantle and become Xiaoyao in the future.
He sent the leader, but now, all this is impossible. I wonder if it is a disaster or a blessing for Xu Zhu?
"You guys go back to your rooms first, I will chat with this young master for a while. Brother Bao, please look at Brother Feng."
Murong Fu ordered in a deep voice.
The three of them were all shocked. Why did the young master attach so much importance to this young monk? But no one expressed any objection. They all said "rude" and left.
"Thank you Mr. Murong for rescuing this young monk." Xu Zhu respectfully thanked him again.
Murong Fu felt very unhappy. Looking at Xu Zhu, who was submissive and had no temper at all, he felt a little apologetic in his heart: "He teased you, aren't you angry at all?"
Xu Zhu smiled and said: "Master said that when he gave me the name Xu Zhu, he hoped that the young monk would always be humble and humble like Zhu, and would not argue or argue. Although the man just now was joking, he actually had no ill intentions.
How could the young monk be angry? Besides, Master always taught me that even if he is a truly evil person, you must use your actions to influence him and persuade him. Don't get angry, so that you can live up to the compassion of a monk."
Murong Fu sighed: "You are Xu Zhu, so you should be twenty-three years old this year?"
Xu Zhu was surprised: "Mr. Murong, how do you know the young monk's age? Only Master Huicong once mentioned the young monk's age to me, no one else knows."
Murong Fu secretly thought: It is indeed so.
Then he said: "Can I take the liberty of asking for the lay name of the young master?"
Xu Zhu's eyes were filled with sadness: "The little monk doesn't have a lay name. He has been in the Shaolin Temple since he was born. He doesn't know who his parents are and how he got his name. I heard from Master Huicong that the little monk was picked up by a respectful monk in the vegetable garden in the back mountain.
.I have been in the temple for twenty-three years now.”
Murong Fu felt a little sad in his heart: In fact, your father and you have known each other day and night. The father and son have lived under the same roof for decades. Your mother has been looking for you for decades. You are an orphan without a father or a mother.
So he asked: "Little Master, have you ever missed your biological parents? If you were to be reunited with your parents one day, what would you do, Little Master?"
Xu Zhu's eyes lit up, then dimmed again, and his eyes were covered with a layer of light mist: "The young monk grew up in Shaolin. In this life, he has made an oath to respect the Buddha and not dare to be greedy for the happiness of ordinary family relationships."
Murong Fu said: "If I help you find your mother, will you be willing to get to know her?"
As if a thunderbolt exploded in his ears, Xu Zhu took half a step back in confusion, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, and then quickly disappeared, he slowly shook his head: "Mr. Murong is joking.
, the young monk has been separated from his biological parents for decades, and even the young monk himself has no memory. How can Master Murong find the mother for the young monk? Yes, Master Murong must be joking with the young monk. Brothers Xianchang often like it too
Making fun of the little monk..."
Xu Zhu chattered non-stop, Murong Fuyong looked at Xu Zhu's eyes and said to Xu Zhu in a serious tone: "How can I, Gusu Murong, behave like that hectic and reckless person? Little Xu Zhu
Master, let me ask you this: If your mother did something outrageous and evil, and everyone in the world would punish her, would you still be willing to recognize her?"
Xu Zhu was stunned for a while, and tears came out of his eyes. In his twenty-three years of life, on countless nights of Qingdeng Ancient Buddha, he had imagined more than once the day when he would recognize his parents and talk about their family relationship. Although he said that his family was going to be cut off,
The six roots of the world are pure, but how many people can actually be heartless and desireless? Brother Xianchang's family members will come to the temple to deliver things and say a few caring words, and the family will be happy together. Master sees
I don’t blame him, it’s just human nature. Even a young novice monk can go down the mountain and go home to reunite with his family during his rotation in the temple.
How he hoped that one day his parents would come to him and talk to him about the separation over the years. Countless times, he thought about what kind of people his parents were: maybe they were farmers in the countryside, fleeing from famine in the famine years.
He had to abandon himself on the road. Or maybe his parents were small traders who came to the Central Plains from elsewhere to do business, and they encountered robbers on the road...
He grew up in the temple since he was a child and has extremely deep feelings for the Shaolin Temple, but this does not mean that he has cut off all ties with the world and has no desires or pursuits.
When this young master Murong met me for the first time, he revealed his identity and age in one sentence, and said that he would help him find his parents. Yes, he was Nan Murong, a famous young man in the martial arts world.
As a distinguished guest, he would not joke with a little monk like himself, who has low martial arts skills. He must have felt pity for himself and wanted to help him.
So he quickly lifted up his monk's robe, knelt in front of Murong Fu and kowtowed three times: "Mr. Murong, please find your mother, young monk, young monk..."
He wanted to say a few words of repayment, but then he thought about how a poor monk like him with low martial arts skills could help a noble man like Murong Fu, a young man from an aristocratic family with strong martial arts skills. However, he couldn't go on saying this "little monk" anyway.
Murong Fu let out a long sigh: Murong Bo, you have done this evil! I am here to help you pay it back!
He quickly helped Xu Zhu up from the ground: "Let me ask you again, if your mother is really a heinous and evil person, are you still willing to recognize her?"
Xu Zhu nodded firmly.
Murong Fu patted the dust on the monk's robe for Xu Zhu: "Okay, since you have made up your mind, I will take this step for you. Whether it will be a blessing or a disaster in the future depends entirely on your own destiny."
"Now that I have agreed to find your biological mother, I have a few questions I must ask you. I hope you will answer them truthfully."
Xu Zhu nodded.
"First of all, where did this mark on your face come from?"
Xu Zhu replied, "This birthmark is not natural. It was developed when the young monk was ten years old. It was just a scar at first, then it got bigger and bigger, and it turned into what it looks like now."
Murong Fu nodded, I see, since it is not innate, it can easily explain why Ye Erniang and Xuanci turned a blind eye to their biological son under their noses, because the changes were too great!
Then he asked: "Second question, besides the scars on your face, what other markings do you have on your body?"
Xu Zhu thought about it for a while, with a hint of embarrassment on his face, but when he thought of meeting his parents, Xu Zhu gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to say: "The young monk has nine fragrant scars on his back, waist, and thighs, each one
About the size of a copper coin... According to Master, when the young monk was first picked up, he had these scars on his body..."
Suddenly, he thought: Could it be that these scars were made by my parents in order to recognize me in the future? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
Murong Fu sighed softly and patted Xu Zhu's shoulder: "Don't worry, little master Xu Zhu, I, Murong Fu, will keep my word. This time next year, Murong Fu will definitely bring your mother here. Then, it will be up to you."