The same world, all kinds of life. In the same war-torn times, some people are walking as chariots, enjoying themselves in the mountains and forests, and some are working for the princes, wearing sable fur. There seems to be no standard answer to what kind of life is my peace of mind.
Xu Zhu has always been grateful and satisfied with his life before the age of twenty-three. For him, Shaolin is where his heart belongs. Although he is occasionally bullied by his brothers and scolded by his master and uncles,
Days like this make people feel at ease and satisfied. Life seems to be going on like this.
He is not very smart, so the brothers like to play chess with him the most. Because he plays every move very seriously, but he is always the loser in the end. At this time, the winning brothers will tease him without any malice.
, he was not angry either. He put away the chess pieces with a smile and played with others. But his master and his uncle often praised him, saying that he had no competitive spirit, which was exactly what a monk should have. Xu Zhu smiled and said nothing.
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However, his junior brothers would laugh at him for being stupid in private, and would bully him a little from time to time, such as soiling the floor he had just swept, causing him to be punished by his master. When he was ten years old, he had a scar on his face.
It was just a little bit at first, but then it grew bigger and bigger, and was as big as the mouth of a tea cup, covering less than half of his face. He was a little sad at first, because he was not good-looking to begin with, and now he looked even worse. But the master comforted him and said,
Monks don't care about physical beauty or ugliness, the body is just a skinny bag to live in. He felt that what the master said was very reasonable, so he was not sad. Sometimes the master and his uncle would bring a few brothers with them when they went down the mountain, but
I didn't take him with me even once. Every time when my familiar fellow apprentices came back, they would excitedly talk about the novel sights at the foot of the mountain for a long time, which made other people envious and amazed. Xu Zhu just smiled. In his opinion, there is nothing in the world.
The place is more reassuring than Shaolin Temple.
Such peaceful days have continued until this day.
When Murong Fu told him that he would help him find his biological mother within a year, Xu Zhu's first reaction was that he couldn't believe it, and then the surprise dispelled the trace of doubt in his heart. Why did Mr. Murong say such things?
?Yes, he must be testing his sincerity.
Looking at Xu Zhu's cheering figure as he left, Murong Fu had mixed feelings in his heart. At this moment, he hadn't woken up yet and asked: Why was he so concerned about this little monk's affairs? In this way, it would not be a big deal.
Have you been unable to live in peace for half a year?
Maybe it's for peace of mind.
It's hard to say what Xuan Ci said, but at least Ye Erniang really cared about her son. As for the four evil people, except for Yun Zhonghe, who had already lost half of his life, he had all the other three.
It's hard to kill someone. But you can't bear to watch them act recklessly, so you can only think of other ways to maintain peace in the world. If you can help Ye Erniang find her son, many families can avoid the misfortune of separation.
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As for whether it is a blessing or a curse, whether Xu Zhu recognizes Ye Erniang as his biological mother or not is his own business.
Calculating the time, Ye Erniang should be in Xixia at the moment. When things are done here, let's go to Xixia using the identity of Li Yanzong.
As long as he doesn't meet that old lady Li Qiushui, Xixia can come and leave whenever he wants.
The group stayed in the Shaolin Temple for three days, then said goodbye and left.
At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.
"Mr. Murong, let's say goodbye here. If you have free time in the future, come to Dali more often. We old monks and Zhengming admire Mr. Murong very much."
The group split into two groups. Ben Guan and Murong Fu returned to Dali and Yanziwu respectively.
The whole journey was silent.
A few days later, Yanziwu.
Doctor Xue came to Shenhe Village after treating Ma Dayuan as promised.
As soon as they met, he greeted Murong Fu excitedly: "Mr. Murong, have you ever met your master? Is he still in good health? Did he say anything to you?"
Murong Fu took out the letter from Su Xinghe from his sleeve and handed it to Doctor Xue: "Maybe you should call me uncle now."
Doctor Xue was happy and confused at the same time, but Su Xinghe's handwritten letter was in front of him, so he couldn't think about it any more. He first held the letter that Murong Fu handed him with both hands, put it on the table, and then bowed respectfully.
He bowed, then asked for a basin of water, washed his hands, and finally eagerly opened the letter and read it. Murong Fu was stunned by this series of operations.
After reading it in one breath, Xue Muhua's tears couldn't stop falling, and he kept mumbling: "This is Master's handwriting, Master's handwriting..."
He was past the age of his destiny, but at this moment he was crying like a seven or eight-year-old child, reading the letter over and over again, and bursting into tears. It was really funny. After he calmed down a little, he looked at Murong Fu
His eyes were full of shock.
"Mrong Gong... No, Master Murong, are you really accepted as a direct disciple by Master? Is Master really still alive in this world?"
Murong Fu nodded affirmatively.
"Xue Muhua pays homage to Uncle Master!"
After receiving an affirmative reply from the other party, Doctor Xue bowed down without hesitation and bowed as a junior.
Seeing Doctor Xue, who was several rounds older than him, kneeling in front of him and calling him uncle, Murong Fu felt that this world was a bit absurd and funny. However, he did not use any false politeness and accepted it with peace of mind.
received this gift.
He cleared his throat and stretched out his hand to support the other party: "Master Nephew Xue is polite, please get up quickly. Uncle Master has something important to discuss with Nephew Xue!"
The excitement in Divine Doctor Xue's eyes did not diminish. Now he finally returned to his master's sect. As for the eight brothers mentioned in the master's letter to assist his uncle, Divine Doctor Xue naturally complied with it. One of them was a matter of course, and the other was not.
Master Murong didn't know that he would be able to return to his master's school in the year of the monkey.
"Uncle Master, I want to ask you, how is the situation going when you go to Luoyang this time to treat Ma Dayuan, the deputy leader of the Beggar Clan?"
Murong Fu quickly got into the role, and his uncle's airs were not inconsistent at all.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Uncle Qi, under the care of my nephew, Ma Dayuan's condition is no longer serious. However, there is something fishy about his condition!"
Doctor Xue hesitated for a while and then said.
Murong Fu raised his eyebrows: "Oh? What's unusual? Tell me quickly."
"yes!"
So Doctor Xue explained exactly how he looked at Ma Dayuan and how he treated him. Murong Fu couldn't understand the medical theory, so he figured out one thing: Ma Dayuan was not sick.
But he was poisoned.
"This matter is not trivial. Is it possible that Master Nephew Xue is sure?"
Murong Fu asked again.
"Reporting to Uncle Master, it's absolutely true. The name of the poison that Ma Dayuan was exposed to is called "Cold Chicken", which is quite secretive. Ordinary doctors would only treat it as severe cold, and it is often difficult to prescribe the right medicine, and in the end the patient succumbs to treatment. The same goes for Master Nephew.
When I traveled around in the early years, I saw this kind of poison. So I learned that. In order to avoid trouble, when my nephew was treating Ma Dayuan, he told everyone that he had severe cold, rather than the truth."
"Why is that so?" Murong Fu said.
"This poison cannot be cured in a day. It needs to be exposed for many years to produce this effect. I have been observing Ma Dayuan's symptoms for at least three months, so..."
Murong Fu's eyes narrowed: "You mean, there is a spy from the Beggar Clan, and someone poisoned Ma Dayuan?"
"Exactly! As the saying goes, there is no close relationship between strangers. Xue Muhua really doesn't dare to interfere in the internal affairs of the Beggar Clan, so that's why."
"Interesting." Murong Fu smiled slightly. "Do you know the origin of this poison?"
Doctor Xue pondered for a long time and replied: "This poison needs to be refined from the essence of Kunshan, and it mostly comes from the northwest area. This kind of thing is rare in our Song Dynasty, which means..."
Murong Fu waved his hand to stop him from continuing: "I understand, please step back."
"yes"
Doctor Xue bowed and retreated, leaving Murong Fu alone in the hall thinking.