If today's matter can be resolved through negotiation, then he will never take action. This is the tone Murong Fu set for himself in his heart.
Whether it is to intimidate, differentiate, bribe, or give away some insignificant interests when necessary, such as the seventy-two Shaolin stunts that are very useless to Murong Fu, as long as these evil guests can be eliminated without violating the bottom line.
If you send it away, you will definitely get it back a hundredfold one day.
To be fair, Murong Fu really wanted to make friends with Jiumozhi if possible. After all, given the other person's identity and martial arts, the help he could provide was immeasurable. If nothing else, based on the other person's understanding of martial arts, if he was willing to help sincerely,
If so, Murong Fu's martial arts will definitely reach a higher level.
But Murong Fu also knew that the kind-hearted Tubo monk in front of him was a jackal with all three poisons. In terms of character, even Duan Yanqing, one of the four evil men, was better than him in a sense - at least Duan Yanqing
There is still some credibility to the promise made by the so-called eminent monk. You'd better not believe even a word of the promise that comes out of his mouth.
Looking at Jiumozhi who was smiling and silent across from him, looking like a Bodhisattva with his eyebrows lowered, Murong Fu sighed secretly in his heart: "After this time, I am afraid that I will become a mortal enemy of this powerful monk."
Murong Fu made many twists and turns, going around and around, but he did not get to the main topic anyway. The meeting that could have been concluded in a few words was delayed by Murong Fu from afternoon to sunset.
Finally, after being led astray by Murong Fu countless times, Jiumozhi finally made up his mind and made up his mind that he would not let this kid lead him away no matter what.
Jiumozhi said: "The poor monk came from afar to ask for something."
Murong Fu said: "It's easy to say that the master is my late father and old friend, so we should treat each other with courtesy. It's getting late today, so why don't we invite the master to stay in a humble house and discuss it tomorrow?"
Jiumozhi rudely refused: "No need, Mr. Murong has been talking about it for half a day. If he continues to talk like this, I'm afraid he won't be able to explain it tomorrow, so let's just say it today!
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Thirdly, Mr. Murong is a young man with excellent martial arts skills. Wouldn't it be a pity to be buried in the Song Dynasty, which worships literature and restrains martial arts? Why not follow the poor monk to Tubo. I, the leader of the Tubo Kingdom, am eager for talents and follows the good deeds. I will definitely be great when I meet Mr. Murong.
For the joy of being entrusted with an important task, wouldn’t it be wonderful if the young master’s talents can then be put to full use?”
Murong Fu gritted his teeth.
These three demands, advanced step by step and pressed step by step, are actually going to wipe out the Murong family.
Duan Yu's death at Murong's house was tantamount to causing Murong Fu to betray his allies and become a mortal enemy of Dali. The Duan family in Dali was well-known in the martial arts and had good relations with many famous martial arts sects. This move would inevitably arouse the indignation of the entire Central Plains martial arts community.
, I am afraid that Murong Fu will have to face assassinations from martial arts masters all the time every day!
The veins on Murong Fu's forehead popped out.
Then there is the Shui Pavilion to read for three days. Everyone in the world knows that the Murong family in Gusu has an overview of martial arts in the world, and the Shi Shui Pavilion is the result of hundreds of years of hard work by generations of Murong family heads. Let Jiumozhi read the book for three days.
With the other party's photographic memory, wouldn't it be equivalent to handing over the entire Murong family's secrets?
Since he was admitted as a disciple of Master Nyingma of the Tantric Vajra Sect at the age of fifteen because of his extraordinary talent, he has devoted himself to studying Buddhism and practicing martial arts. He has made rapid progress at a young age and established himself in Tubo in just a dozen years.
He was an authority on Tantric Buddhism. Every time he opened a forum to preach, believers from thousands of miles away in Tubo would come across mountains and rivers just to listen to his teachings. Master Nyingma also saw that his martial arts talent was rare, so he taught him the unique skills of a flaming sword.
It was expected that he would eradicate the heresies of the black sect and restore the supreme majesty of the Vajra sect in the future, and he lived up to expectations. In the past few decades, he had swept away all the heretics with his superb martial arts skills. The country of Tubo thought that his martial arts were astonishing to the world.
His divine power was the reincarnation of King Maharaja of the Vajra Sect, so he was named the national master.
The second is to ask Mr. Murong Fu to fulfill the promise made by the old man on behalf of the old man, and allow him to enter Murong's house and read the Three Days Book in Shishui Pavilion.
As soon as he said these words, Murong Fu's pupils shrank slightly, and the face of General Feng Bao, who was restrained by his acupuncture points on the ground, also showed an angry look. If he hadn't been unable to move, he would have jumped up and fought with his opponent desperately.
Until the man named Murong Bo completely ignited the ambition in his heart.
He originally thought that the other party's appetite was just for the remaining seventy-two Shaolin stunts that Murong Bo had promised back then, but he didn't expect that his appetite was for the entire Murong family!
You bald donkey, you have such a big appetite, aren't you afraid of dying from it?
Jiumozhi looked at the silent Murong Fu, not worried at all.
He was angry in his heart. He could no longer call himself a junior at this time. He had been holding back his anger for a long time and had already suppressed his anger. Since the other party had seen through it, he was not the King of Qin Ying Zheng who could not even pull out his sword!
Jiumozhi said: "Mr. Murong's words are serious. The poor monk came here to take Mr. Duan of Dali to be burned in front of Mr. Murong Bo's grave, out of respect for his old friend.
What Murong Bo gave Jiumozhi was not only a partial copy of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, but also a flame, a flame that ignited endless greed. He did not allow there to be any martial arts more advanced than the flame knife in the world, let alone
It is allowed that such advanced martial arts is not mastered by oneself.
What about the Tubo Imperial Master? Looking around after leaving Tubo, there are countless heretics and evil sects. How many people listen to the teachings deep in the Snowy Mountains?
The most egregious thing is the last point. He actually asked Murong Fu to go to Tubo with him. The euphemistic name was to support young heroes. In fact, it was equivalent to letting Murong Fu go to Tubo as a hostage as the contemporary head of the Murong family!
The clay figurine still has a third part of earthiness, dead monk, that’s too much!
Murong Fu's hand playing with the teacup stiffened slightly, then he relaxed, and he seemed to have made some kind of decision in his heart: "Master is joking, I'm just overjoyed to see the great sage, that's all. Since Master doesn't want to hear more, I'm just joking."
It’s a waste of words, so let’s ask Master to speak up if you have something to say.”
This went on for a long time, and he became intoxicated with it.
The Daxue Mountain is at the top of the world. The Dalun Temple in the depths of the Daxue Mountain stands on the top of the snow mountain. It should stand at the top of all Buddhist sects in the world!
That's why we made the previous trip to Tianlong Temple. Firstly, we wanted to get a glimpse of the Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual to satisfy our greed. Secondly, we wanted to attack the foundation of the Dali Kingdom and build momentum for the future expansion of the Tubo Kingdom.
But I didn't expect that Duan Yu and Murong Fu would turn the trip to Tianlong Temple, which was a sure win, into a complete farce!
How could this not make him full of resentment!
If Murong Bo was still alive, I would still be a little worried in my heart, but now that Murong Bo is dead, what should I worry about?
In order to bring trouble to the world, Murong Bo ignited Jiumozhi's inner greed and turned a sanctimonious so-called eminent monk into a sword in his hand. But he forgot that this sword was not in his own hand, and now, this sword
The knife is about to strike at the Murong family!