"I obey the instructions of Master Abbot." Murong Fu bowed slightly, bowed, and came to sit on the futon in front of Abbot Benyin.
"Mr. Murong acted righteously in what happened today. I am here to thank Mr. Murong on behalf of Tianlong Temple. In a few hours, the Tubo Imperial Master will come to our temple. I hope Mr. Murong will be moved with emotion and understand with reason.
It would be great if he could resolve this war, but if the Tubo master persists in his stubbornness, ugh."
At the end of his speech, Ben let out a long sigh and looked gloomy.
Murong Fu naturally knew what Ben Yin did not say.
During these days, the monks of Tianlong Temple and the Baoding Emperor who came to make up for the loss were all practicing the Six Meridians Divine Sword, trying to combine the strength of the six people to form a Six Meridian Sword Formation to resist Jiumozhi's plunder.
But you don't need to think about it to know that the power of the Six Meridians Divine Sword is reflected in its complex and ever-changing six sword techniques.
If the power of a single line is enough, then why don't the monks of Tianlong Temple master one of the six-line divine swords early? Instead, the strong enemy is about to hit the door, so they just rush to it?
There is only one possibility, that is, the power of a single vein may not be as powerful as a high-grade Yiyang Finger.
For the sake of face, Tianlong Temple used this half-baked Six-Mein Divine Sword to fight against powerful enemies like Jiumozhi. It can only be said to be a helpless move. After all, people asked to see the Six-Mein Divine Sword, but you used one
Yang Zhi, doesn’t this mean that the Six Meridians Divine Sword is just a false name?
After all, it’s still a matter of face.
Thinking of this, Murong Fu couldn't help but look dim: Wasn't the original owner Murong Fu also such a person?
Due to lack of internal strength, the family's unique skills were not able to be practiced at a higher level. In order to maintain Gusu Murong's reputation of "repaying others with his own way", he learned a bunch of "Eighteen Ways of a Hatchet".
The "Five Tiger Soul-Destroying Sword" is a third-rate or fourth-rate martial arts. The result is mixed but not refined. In the battle at Shaoshi Mountain, he lost to Duan Yu's half-baked Six Meridians Divine Sword in front of a crowd of people. He was so ugly that he almost committed suicide.
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"People in the arena involuntarily."
Thinking of this, Murong Fu didn't pay attention and blurted out a classic saying from a certain master. He didn't want to hear it but was heard by Duan Yu next to him. He only heard Duan Yu yelling: "Mr. Murong is really amazing and talented. With just eight characters, at first sight,
It sounds plain and simple, but if you taste it carefully, it has profound meaning. Just like me, I don’t want to learn martial arts, but people always force me to learn it. I don’t want to make people sad, but Wanmei shed countless sad tears for me.
And I"
Before Murong Fu could recover from the shock, Master Ku Rong in the corner suddenly stood up and said in an old voice, "Let's go and meet this distinguished guest from afar."
Seeing that Murong Fu didn't answer and his face didn't look very good, Duan Yu asked with concern: "Mr. Murong, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? You look pale. Do you want a doctor to check your pulse?"
Suddenly, a vague sound came from far and near, coming from outside. It sounded like the sound of some kind of horn. Then, a deep bass came from a distance through the many pavilions and pavilions to Muni.
Inside the hall: "Jiumozhi, a junior from the Tubo Kingdom, has come all the way from thousands of miles away to ask to see the eminent monks of Tianlong Temple!"
So headed by Master Kurong, a group of people left the Muni Hall in a mighty manner and came to an open high platform. On the high platform, six futons had been placed. Wuben and Master Kurong sat down one after another. Duan Yu had no martial arts.
Master Kurong called him to sit next to him. Murong Fu was led by a young novice to sit down in front of a coffee table. On the table, tea and snacks were already prepared, which did not mean he was neglecting Murong Fu.
Murong Fu looked at the living treasure talking to himself in front of him, and he was angry and funny: Listen, is this human language? In comparison, those fake Versailles in later generations are really weak.
In this way, time passed quietly. Less than half of the incense in the Muni Hall had been burned. Master Kurong remained motionless and silent. The five eminent monks of this generation had serious expressions and were ready. Duan Yu took Murong Fu for a ride.
They chatted casually, and Murong Fu accidentally said a few words from later generations from time to time, which made Duan Yu marvel. Then he started a long talk, and Murong Fu was dumbfounded by this little treasure.
Everyone in the room quickly stood up and responded respectfully: "Yes."
Therefore, before the other party arrived, there was already a hint of fear in everyone's hearts.
Who would have thought that such an appearance hides a greedy and vicious heart?
The guard of honor was fully equipped with people burning incense and sprinkling water, and it was really full of splendor.
Thinking of this, Murong Fu put his hand on his forehead and remained silent.
There is no trace of the murderous aura of a master of martial arts. Jiumozhi gives people the impression that they can't help but want to get close to him and listen to his teachings.
"Who is Jingjing? Which girl's maiden name is it? It turns out that Mr. Murong is also a passionate person, but he has the same problem as me."
Murong Fu: ".
Hey, you, an ancient person from a thousand years ago, are you playing with the bad jokes of the late 20th century!
A villain yelled crazily in Murong Fu's heart.
On the chariot, a great monk in his fifties, dressed in bright yellow robes, was kneeling on a futon, with his hands clasped together, his face calm and peaceful, and there was a faint light flowing around his body, making him look like an eminent monk.
Everyone in the hall, except Duan Yu, was startled by the voice, with shocked expressions on their faces. I am afraid that no one here except Master Kurong could do this skill of coaxing the sound into a line.
Jiumozhi, one of the Four Heavenly Dragons, appeared in front of Murong Fu.
Duan Yu scratched his head and said sadly.
"It's okay, I want to be quiet." Murong Fu turned sideways without leaving any trace, facing away from this idiot.
Abbot Benyin was just waiting to speak. A powerful voice gushed out from the deepest part of the Buddhist hall, straight into the sky: "King Dalunming is a guest from afar. Please wait for me to go out to greet him and show my friendship to the landlord." The whole house was filled with excitement.
It seemed that there was a tremor under this sound, which was the lion's roar, an authentic Buddhist skill. Murong Fu turned his head and looked at a corner of the room, horrified: Is this the strength of Master Ku Rong? Murong Fu would have practiced this kind of internal skill for another thirty years.
Can you catch up?
After about a cup of tea, a guard of honor divided into two columns and approached from a distance carrying a chariot.
"The special effects cost at least five yuan."
Murong Fu secretly mocked in his heart.
Finally, the chariot was put down. Someone took the steps and put them away. The great monk stepped down from the chariot calmly and unhurriedly. The whole process was orderly and there was no panic at all.
The monk walked to the high platform where the monks of Tianlong Temple were, but did not go up to the platform. He bowed respectfully: "Young monk Jiumozhi, I have met all the seniors of Tianlong Temple."