Xu Zhu was startled when he heard Murong Fu's question, then nodded firmly, shook his head again, and said with a bitter smile: "The young monk has been a monk in Shaolin since he was a child. If Master Huilun hadn't picked up the young monk in the vegetable garden, he would have died long ago.
The ravine has been filled. Since the young monk can remember, he has not known any news about his biological parents. It has been twenty-four years since the young monk entered the temple. Where can he find them in the vast sea of people? If he can see his parents again in this life, it will be fate. If it is in this life,
It is fate that we will never see each other again."
After Xu Zhu finished speaking, he sighed and looked sad.
When Murong Fu heard this, his heart was filled with confusion: In fact, Xu Zhu would rather be an ordinary child who grew up with his parents than having any peerless magic skills.
Murong Fu asked: "Little master, have you ever thought about the identity of your parents?"
Xu Zhu thought for a while and smiled shyly, as if he was very embarrassed. After all, the six senses of a monk are pure, and although he has shaved off three thousand troubles, he is still a human being in the world after all.
"Yes, why not? When I was young, I was always bullied by my senior brothers in private, but I didn't dare to tell Master Huilun. When I went to bed at night, I would hide under the quilt and miss my parents. Master Huilun said that the young monk's parents
Maybe the farmers at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain encountered some disaster and put the young monk in the vegetable garden of Shaolin Temple."
Xu Zhu sighed quietly: "I think my parents must have some unspeakable difficulties. I don't know if the two elders are doing well now."
Murong Fu felt very uncomfortable when he heard this. After hesitating for a moment, he finally decided not to tell Xu Zhu the truth first: "Actually, I have been asking about the news about your parents in the past six months, and now I have quite a clue."
Xu Zhu's eyes burst out with dazzling light, and he couldn't help but grab Murong Fu's wrist: "Sir, are you serious? Is there really any news about my parents?"
Being caught on the wrist is a big taboo for people in the martial arts world. Murong Fu stiffened subconsciously, and then he was relieved: "Of course, the two elders are still alive today. Especially your mother, she has been looking for you all these years."
A smile gradually spread from Xu Zhu's face. Xu Zhu stood up and saluted Murong Fu: "Thank you, Master!"
Murong Fu said: "Aren't you afraid that I'm trying to trick you?"
Xu Zhu smiled and shook his head, pointed at his heart with his finger, and then pointed at Murong Fu, shaking his head and saying nothing.
Murong Fu nodded and then changed the subject: "But if your mother committed a heinous crime, everyone in the world would want to kill her. Are you still willing to acknowledge her?"
Xu Zhu was startled, as if he was thinking, but after a moment he smiled casually: "If that's the case, I will repay my mother's fault on my behalf to repay the great kindness of my life. If the world wants to kill my mother, let them take it.
Let this little monk pay for this karma with his life!"
Murong Fu smiled, looking at Xu Zhu's eyes as pure as mountain springs, knowing that the other person was speaking sincerely: He is indeed a person who can stand up in the battle of Shaoshi Mountain. He can fight for his sworn brother who has never met him.
If the whole world is an enemy, how could he disown his own mother because of his biological mother's sins?
"Okay, okay, little master Xu Zhu is also a sweetheart. In this case, I'm relieved. In two months at most, your mother will come to Shaolin to meet you. As for..."
Murong Fu couldn't talk any more, so he immediately changed the subject and said, "Your injuries are not serious. Why doesn't Shaolin send someone to take care of you?"
Xu Zhu shook his head and said: "Master Huilun asked for medicine from the medicine hall for the young monk. Senior brothers cough, they all have important things to do. The young monk's injury is not serious."
Murong Fu sighed softly, hesitated for a moment, took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve robe and put it in front of Xu Zhu: "There are two elixirs for healing wounds. If you take them, you should be fine in three to five days."
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The porcelain vase contained two Nine-turn Great Return Pills, which Murong Fu had robbed from Xuan Ji. Now they are considered to have returned to their original owners. The things they got from Shaolin were finally returned to Shaolin.
Xu Zhu felt happy and hurriedly thanked Murong Fu. Murong Fu waved his hand to indicate that he would not be polite.
Then Murong Fu said: "I'm leaving first. Don't tell others that I came to Shaolin tonight to avoid trouble."
Xu Zhu smiled and said: "Don't worry, young master, this young monk won't talk too much."
Murong Fu straightened up and escaped into the night sky.
Murong Fu left the monk's dormitory and felt relieved. Finally, a cause and effect was finally settled.
It seems that Qiao Feng should have gone down the mountain by now, otherwise, there would be no such little movement.
Originally, Murong Fu wanted to take a trip to the Sutra Collection Pavilion, where he might meet someone sweeping the floor. After thinking about it for a while, he gave up the idea of seeking death.
It's almost time to take a trip to Xixia for the dowry of our little beauty.
Murong Fu arranged for Qiao Sanhuai and his wife to live in Doctor Xue's original house, and then left with Xiao Yuanshan.
"Where are you going next?"
Murong Fu asked Xiao Yuanshan.
Xiao Yuanshan said: "I haven't thought about it. Maybe I can go back to Daliao to find my master? I don't know if he is still there after so many years."
Murong Fu smiled and said: "If you have nowhere to go, why not come with me? It just so happens that I have to do something very important recently and I need a helper. Although you are stupid, your martial arts skills are only so-so."
Xiao Yuanshan wanted to have a seizure, but finally endured it, rolled his eyes and said, "No need, we are not at this point yet."
Murong Fu didn't take it seriously and said casually: "Oh? What if I can help you avoid the pain of being punctured by thousands of needles in the three acupoints of Fengfu, Lianquan and Yangguan three times a day?"
"What did you say?"
Xiao Yuanshan's heart was shaken, and he looked at Murong Fu with a look of disbelief.
Murong Fu raised his eyebrows in disbelief: "You have been suffering from this symptom for more than ten years. You have hardly had a good night's sleep in these years. On rainy days, the pain becomes more severe and can even last for several hours.
Am i right?"
Xiao Yuanshan was stunned: "You, how did you know?"
Murong Fu did not answer directly: "Your own character has been deeply poisoned without knowing it. Don't you realize it at all? Over the years, every time you learn a unique skill in Shaolin, your character has suffered a lot."
The poison is very deep. In general, it is not easy to practice one or two Shaolin stunts. Monk Xuan Cheng practiced thirteen Shaolin stunts and ended up paralyzed. Good luck to you, you have stolen all the Shaolin stunts.
, if this continues, in another year at most, you will end up like Monk Xuancheng."
Cold sweat broke out on Xiao Yuanshan's forehead, but he still said stubbornly: "Huh! That's alarmist. Why should I believe you?"
Murong Fu spread his hands and said, "Believe it or not."