"Master Xuanbei was very skilled in martial arts and was in the prime of his life. How could he suddenly pass away?"
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Murong Fu's mind.
Of course he knew how Xuan Bei died. He spotted Xuan Nan and others when he entered the door, and vaguely guessed their purpose. However, the other party didn't tell them, and he didn't tell them.
The reason why he deliberately stayed in Langhuan Paradise for so long was to avoid the blame that Murong Bo put on him. He had already calculated that on such a big day as today, those so-called "enemies" would be the best ones to seek revenge.
timing.
The reason is simple: these people are afraid of death. In front of hundreds of participants, it is difficult for them to kill. Maybe in order to gain a reputation for magnanimity, they have to perform a drama that ignores past grudges.
Moreover, in the presence of oneself, the persuasiveness of others to defend oneself will be greatly reduced: because masters who have practiced internal skills to a certain level can transmit sounds into secrets.
The explanations given by Elder Wu and others will be most effective only if he is not present, and then if he appears at the right time, small fish and shrimps like those who have gone too far will no longer bother him.
Because in front of everyone in the world, Murong Fu led the truth to someone who framed him, and it would be difficult to pin the blame on himself if a similar blame appears again.
Xuannan slowly recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha. About half a month ago, at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, a local farmer discovered the body of Brother Xuanbei. The farmer recognized the monks in the temple, so he hurriedly went up the mountain to report
In the temple, the abbot master took a group of fellow apprentices down the mountain to take a look and found that fellow apprentice Xuanbei had passed away for a long time."
Murong Fu remained silent.
What was supposed to come had finally come, but he didn't expect that Murong Bo would be so bold as to kill Xuan Bei, this lunatic, directly at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain!
"If I guess correctly, Master Xuanbei probably died under the 'Great Skanda Pestle'" Murong Fu said calmly.
A Shaolin monk wearing blue robes angrily shouted: "It is indeed Murong Fu who killed Uncle Xuanbei! You are still here acting coquettishly!"
Before he finished speaking, he took out his sword and wanted to take action.
"How presumptuous! When did Shaolin get a disciple of the Hui generation to take charge!"
Xuannan's "lion's roar" containing profound internal energy exploded in the ears of the Huizi monk. Under this shock, the monk's blood suddenly surged, his face flushed, and he almost lost his sword.
Ignoring the discomfort in his body, the monk hurriedly confessed to Xuannan: "Uncle Xuannan, my disciple is reckless, go to my uncle to punish me!"
Xuannan said in a deep voice: "As a monk, abstain from anger. What happened today is that after I go back, I will get thirty sticks from the Discipline Academy!"
"Yes!" The monk kowtowed to Xuannan again, and then respectfully retreated behind Xuannan. He stopped talking, but his eyes were still staring at Murong Fu fiercely.
Murong Fu secretly nodded and praised: It is indeed a famous sect with hundreds of years of history, and its discipline of its disciples is really impeccable. During the whole process, the monk did not even dare to say a word of rebuttal.
Xuannan bowed and apologized: "Amitabha, Shaolin disciples are so reckless that they make Master Murong laugh. The one just now is the eldest disciple of my junior brother Xuanji, whose name is Hui Chan. The other five are all monks of my Shaolin Hui generation."
Murong Fu didn't speak, just smiled and nodded. The other party came to ask questions, and he looked like he was going to eat him alive. There was no need for him to lower his posture. As the saying goes, people respect me one foot, and I respect others one foot. People.
If you offend me for no reason, why should I act coquettishly?
"It turns out that Master Xuannan and all the eminent monks of the Hui generation in Shaolin came to me, Master Murong Fuxing, to question him." Murong Fu said without any emotion in his tone.
Just when Hui Chan was about to scold him, he remembered his uncle's admonishment just now, but he held the words in his mouth and did not say any more, his broad face turned red.
Xuannan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Mr. Murong guessed it right. Senior Brother Xuanbei did indeed die under his famous stunt, the Great Wei Tuo Pestle. This stunt is fierce and domineering, extremely lethal, and extremely difficult to practice. Together.
Senior Brother Xuanbei is the only one in the temple who has mastered this kung fu to great perfection. This is why the poor monk came to see Mr. Murong this time."
"So, Master suspects that Master Xuanbei's death is related to Murong Fu?"
Xuannan closed his eyes and slowly shook his head: "Monks don't tell lies. Master Murong, this is what the poor monk thought when he first came here. But what he just saw during the dinner made me feel that there are a lot of doubts about this matter.
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"Oh?" Murong Fu didn't expect the other party to be so frank and waited for Xuannan to continue.
"As Mr. Murong said, he has been traveling in the past few months. But the people who provoked the two provocations just now said that Mr. Murong killed someone close to them. Although the old monk is old, he is not stupid.
.There is something very fishy about this matter. Apparently someone framed Mr. Murong and made him have a grudge against the martial arts community."
Xuannan slowly went through his thoughts one by one.
"Young master Murong is a talented young man. The Murong family's reputation of "repaying others with their own way" is too loud. Anyone can just kill the other party with the deceased's famous martial arts, and the crime can be grafted onto the name of the Murong family.
Next. So this matter is highly doubtful."
Murong Fu's expression remained unchanged and he remained silent, but he secretly praised him in his heart.
Finally someone with normal intelligence!
In the world of martial arts, there are many miraculous martial arts, and there are also many speechless plots that reduce wisdom. It is not a vulgar setting that you must pick up magic skills if you jump off a cliff. It is that the protagonist of Te Niang is always very weird when he is wronged.
The exact same template, I didn’t even bother to change the lines.
For example, if a bit player is killed by the villain, at this time, the protagonist will always step in front of the villain, appear on the back foot, face the body of the bit player, and say: "I'm late!"
Then another wave of people will inevitably appear at this time, and they just happen to catch the protagonist exploring the body of the sidekick, and then they all say: "Well, you so-and-so! You are so cruel and ruthless that you killed so-and-so. That's you."
What the hell!"
Please, for this kind of thing, wouldn't it be enough to just ask professionals to do an on-site appraisal? If you have to disagree and fight, brothers, do you know what it means to protect the scene?
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Similar scenes have been experienced by Gang Leader Qiao and a certain leader Zhang. Murong Fu also experienced it.
There is always a certain occasion and time, and everyone seems to have lost their minds. Even if the Murong family is accustomed to using other people's famous stunts to kill people, does it mean that the person must be killed by the Murong family? Is there an inevitable connection between the two?
There are so many similar martial arts in the world. Unless there are martial arts above the level of Shaolin's Seventy-Two Special Skills, how can there be so many unique skills?
Even if it is a magical martial art like Dou Zhuan Xing Shift, there is also the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth which has similar effects to it!
The Qingcheng sect and the Zhen sect's martial arts that are treasured by the Penglai sect are all items used in the Shishui Pavilion to pad the table corners.
This group of people is not so much here to seek revenge from Murong Fong as they are unwilling to believe that their martial arts skills are really that good and easy to break... At least the death of Ma Dayuan in the original work is
In fact, he has nothing to do with Murong Fu.
People will only believe what they want to believe.
Xuannan continued: "But this matter is of great importance. As a monk of our temple, Brother Xuanbei is involved in a big matter. I really don't dare to make a conclusion based on one-sided words."
Murong Fu's expression did not change, but he kept sneering in his heart: He said that all living beings are equal, but in the end, even his own temple was divided into three, six, and nine grades. If the person who died was a young monk with a false name, would Shaolin be so aggressive? I'm afraid even people are missing.
I don't even know. It's just because Xuan Bei is Xuan Ci's junior brother, and the place where he even visits to hold people accountable is the head of Bodhidharma Academy.
"So, does Master Xuannan really mean that he believes that Master Xuanbei was harmed by Murong Fu? Or does he not believe it?"
Murong Fu was calm and composed, as if he was talking about a very ordinary matter.
XuanNan nodded secretly in his heart. Faced with such a catastrophic disaster that might offend the largest sect in the martial arts world, Murong Fu could still remain so calm. It was a bit like his appearance remained unchanged despite the collapse of Mount Tai. This kind of character,
Impressive.
Xuannan thought for a moment: "I don't dare to make a conclusion about the murder of senior brother Xuanbei. I came here this time to ask Mr. Murong to go to Shaolin with me to investigate the murder of senior brother Xuanbei together. I believe it.
Senior Brother Abbot has a sharp eye, and he will definitely be able to give Mr. Murong justice."
"But what if I don't go?"
Murong Fu changed his polite tone just now and said coldly.
Xuannan was stunned, obviously not expecting the other party to answer like this.
Murong Fu flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly: "If your sect sincerely invites you, you only need to send one or two monks. Why do you need to dispatch the head of Bodhidharma Academy? We also need to bring these few powerful Hui.
Monk? How could he arrange for the other two eminent monks of the Xuan generation to follow Master Xuannan all the way? I’m afraid the fight was an attempt to coerce Master Xuannan because he couldn’t win the invitation!” Xuannan’s face changed drastically: “What does Mr. Murong mean by this?
?" Murong Fu ignored Xuan Nan and stared coldly at the darkness behind Xuan Nan.
"Come out, two masters. Just now when Murong Fu was having a drink with Elder Wu, you two were already preparing to strike!"
A Buddhist chant sounded, and two figures in gray robes and bamboo hats slowly walked out of the dark night.
Because it was dark night and both of them had strong internal strength, they hid for a long time without being noticed by Xuan Nan.
"It was so lively just now that the two masters didn't come out to have a glass of wine. Instead, they hid in my courtyard and participated in the bitter meditation. It's a pity that people outside my Murong family didn't plant any bodhi trees in the courtyard. They were neglectful.
Two masters, don't be surprised!" Murong Fudi's tone was full of ridicule.
The two of them first greeted Xuan Nan with his shocked eyes, and then looked at Murong Fu: "Mr. Murong, we have seen each other again after seeing each other at Shaoshi Mountain."
Murong Fu looked at the two of them and thought for a while: "Just now I always felt that there were two masters with good skills in the courtyard. It turned out to be the two masters Xuan Ji and Xuan Tong. You are all well!"