After watching Helian Tieshu leave, Murong Fu used Qinggong and left the other courtyard, coming and going quietly, without disturbing anyone the whole time.
His identity as Li Yanzong was always not public. One was of unknown origin, and the other was too low-status. It was difficult to justify himself in front of the real Xixia high-level officials. So Murong Fu left all such matters of public activities to He.
Lian Tieshu.
Although Helian Tieshu has mediocre abilities and is greedy for money and afraid of death, it depends on who he is compared with. As long as he has a little guidance and control behind the scenes, he is still a very good agent. He is not afraid that the other party will have other thoughts.
Firstly, it is of great benefit to follow him. Helian Tieshu really does not need to fight against the God of Wealth after being full. Secondly, Helian Tieshu has also experienced Murong Fu's martial arts attainments comparable to Li Qiushui, so he knows that the other party wants to be divine.
It doesn't take much effort to kill oneself without knowing it. There are not many people in this world who can struggle with money and one's own life at the same time. There are very few people, maybe only one appears in hundreds of years. Helian Tieshu is obviously not here.
List.
After leaving Helian Tieshu's mansion, Murong Fu went back and changed into plain casual clothes, and rushed towards the "Fengtou" location in the West City. Chengtian Temple, the largest royal temple in the Western Xia Dynasty, was located there. It was also the man who spoke very modestly.
The place where Master Yuan Gen is the abbot.
Arriving outside Chengtian Temple, Murong Fu faced the mountain gate of Chengtian Temple and couldn't help but stay for a while.
Because he found that the shape of the Xixia temple in front of him was exactly the same as the Shaolin Temple on Shaoshi Mountain!
Different from the cookie-cutter imitations built with reinforced concrete and other materials in later cities, the architecture of this era focused on adapting measures to local conditions. The Tianlong Temple and Shaolin Temple that Murong Fu once visited are two completely different styles.
The customs and customs of the northwest borderland and the Central Plains where Shaolin is located are very different, yet they can be so similar!
Could it be that there is some connection between Chengtian Temple and Shaolin Temple?
Murong Fu's eyes flickered for a moment, then he shook his head and walked into the temple: These things have nothing to do with him. Even if the Xixia Emperor did it deliberately, it is not a bad thing.
When he arrived at the mountain gate, Murong Fu showed off the white jade waist badge that monk Yuangen had given him that day. The monk Zhike was moved when he saw it and said, "Is this layman the Master Li from Yipintang?"
Murong Fu was surprised and said: "How does this young master recognize Li?"
The monk who knew the guest bowed and said: "Master Yuan Gen sent a decree a few days ago: Master Li from Yipintang will visit today with the white jade plaque of our temple. Let the young monk see Master Li and bring him to the back.
As soon as we go to the Shanzang Sutra Pavilion, Master Yuan Gen will be waiting for Master Li there."
Now Murong Fu couldn't help but be surprised: Could it be that the Yuan Gen monk had no foresight? Otherwise, how could this little monk, who seemed to have no martial arts skills at all, tell the story of Po's origin?
However, Murong Fu only thought for a moment, and then he felt relieved. He laughed secretly in his heart at the other party's pretentiousness, so he raised his hand and saluted, "In that case, I'll ask you, my little master, to lead the way!"
Murong Fu was led by Zhike Monk through a long corridor and several monasteries to an independent courtyard.
Arriving in front of an arch, the monk Zhike bowed and said: "Master Li, we have arrived at the Sutra Pavilion. This place is a forbidden area of our temple. Ordinary monks like us are not allowed to set foot. Master Li, please go and find Abbot Yuangen!"
Murong Fu smiled casually, returned the salute and said, "Thank you, little master."
Murong Fu walked on the floor paved with blue bricks, the winter sun shining quietly on his body, emitting a weak heat.
In the distance, the very vague sound of water can be heard vaguely.
Even the location of the Sutra Pavilion is exactly the same as that of the Shaolin Temple. In order to prevent the scriptures from catching fire, the entire attic was built near the water source. Xingqing Mansion is surrounded by Helan Mountain in the north and the Yellow River in the south. Chengtian Temple is built in
Going to the southwest of Xingqing Mansion, the sound of water coming from the distance is naturally the water of the Yellow River.
Don’t you see it, the water of the Yellow River comes from the Tianshan Mountains and rushes to the sea never to return.
Sometimes things in the world are so strange. Xixia and Song Dynasty clearly drank water from the same Yellow River, but they often killed each other for various reasons.
Murong Fu slowed down his pace and walked leisurely.
Every brick and tile here is very similar to the Sutra Collection Pavilion of Shaolin Temple. The three words "Sutra Collection Pavilion" on the title board are written in Xixia characters. You can't tell the difference in the rest of the place unless you look carefully. It's obviously someone.
It was done deliberately. Considering that the entire Xingqing Mansion was completed less than fifty years ago, it was obvious that someone deliberately built this temple in imitation of the specifications of the Shaolin Temple. This person must have a very deep connection with Shaolin.
Murong Fu was thinking to himself when a calm voice came to his ears: "Since layman Li is already here, why don't you go into the pavilion to talk about it?"
This voice is none other than Monk Yuan Gen.
Although Murong Fu did not deliberately hide his whereabouts, being able to detect Murong Fu's presence from such a long distance was definitely a master. This keen perception, at least, would not be detected by Jiumozhi.
Murong Fu couldn't help but feel a little more solemn in his heart, and said loudly: "This place is quite Zen-like. I was greedy to see it, and I offended the master's Qing cultivation. I'm sorry!"
With a creaking sound, Murong Fu gently pushed open the carved wooden door and entered the room.
Inside the Sutra Pavilion, rows of bookshelves were filled with scriptures, and the specifications and shapes were no different from those in the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion. Murong Fu couldn't help but feel slightly dazed for a moment.
"Jushi Li, please go up to the second floor to talk."
A peaceful voice came from upstairs.
After Murong Fu went upstairs, he saw the monk Yuan Gen kneeling in front of a table.
On the table, two cups of tea have just been brewed and are still steaming.
On the right side, there is a chessboard with about two hundred black and white chess pieces densely placed on it.
On the chessboard, there is life in the calamity, and there is calamity in the life, it is complicated and complicated.
Murong Fu just looked at it for a moment, his pupils shrank slightly, and then he sat down calmly, but there was already a huge wave in his heart.
Zhenlong chess game!
There should be only two copies of this Zhenlong chess game that Wu Yazi spent many years laying out in the world, one in the Deaf Mute Valley and one in the Wuliang Jade Cave in Dali. Unexpectedly, in Chengtian Temple in Xixia, there is actually another
seen!
Although Murong Fu only moved his expression, his slight facial changes were still noticed by Monk Yuan Gen.
Monk Yuangen asked: "Has Layman Li seen this situation before?"
Murong Fu smiled and shook his head and said: "I just think this game is quite strange. I have no accomplishments in this chess game."
Yuan Gen nodded, and then sighed: "This game was arranged by an old friend of the young monk, and it has been unable to be solved for many years."
Murong Fu was shocked: Old friend? Is it Wu Yazi? It shouldn't be? Or is it Li Qiushui?
Murong Fu just pretended not to know, nodded and sat down.