But it was said that Xuanbei left Yanziwu the same day after receiving the letter. Then he stopped and rushed to Dali day and night.
When we arrived at a small forest only ten miles away from the Shenjie Temple in Luliangzhou, we didn't want to stay any longer. We wanted to rush directly to the Shenjie Temple. After meeting up with two Shaolin Xu disciples, we went straight to Dali City to help the Duan family.
, unexpectedly met the most unexpected person here.
But under the moonlight, he saw a figure slowly approaching from the official road in the forest. When Xuan Bei stepped forward, he could see clearly that the person who came was handsome and graceful. The only pity was that his face was pale and seemed to be...
He had just recovered from a serious illness, and he looked like a sick man. It was Murong Fu (Cheng Qian) who had been waiting for many days in Yanziwu without seeing him.
Seeing that Murong Fu (Cheng Qian) had arrived, Xuanbei said without thinking too much: "Amitabha, unexpectedly it was Murong's benefactor. The poor monk has been harassing the benefactor at Yanziwu for several days. After not seeing the donor return for a long time, he left on his own. Unexpectedly,
We met here by chance."
At this time, the moonlight shone on Murong Fu's face (Cheng Qian), and a trace of purple energy flashed across his face that should have been pale.
Before Xuanbei could react, he saw purple energy quickly covering Murong Fu's face, and Murong Fu said as if he was unconscious: "Master, please don't misunderstand, you and I did not meet here by chance, but I have been waiting here for a long time."
Just because the master came in a hurry and left in a hurry. I wonder if my Murong Mansion did not entertain the master well and neglected the master?"
A strange atmosphere spread in the air. Xuan Bei was shocked to see that the purple energy on Murong Fu's face had dissipated, and a healthy red color appeared on his pale face. At the same time, he was shocked in his heart and couldn't help but secretly exercise his power to be vigilant, but his face was full of confusion.
He said animatedly: "Amitabha, Mr. Murong, you don't have to be so concerned. But I received a letter from the temple earlier, saying that the "Four Evil Men" of Xixia Yipintang went south to harm the Duan family in Dali, so I didn't have time to leave a letter, so I traveled day and night.
Go to Dali to help him with his fists."
Suddenly the conversation changed: "I just don't know why Murong, the donor, is here alone again? You must know that the dew is heavy at night, so the donor should take more care of himself."
When Cheng Qian saw Xuan Bei, he couldn't help but smile: "Ha, the master is worthy of being an eminent monk of the generation, and he is really compassionate. After tonight, the master will be reborn in the Paradise of Paradise, yet he still worries about the plight of others."
Xuanbei held the Zen staff in his hand and knew clearly that he would never be able to escape from this battle unscathed: "It seems that what the poor monk knows has led to murderous intentions. The donor is here tonight to ambush and kill the poor monk, but he didn't know that he would end up here tonight.
Who else is a master here? Is it Deng Baichuan? Or Gong Yeqian, or the four masters of yours who are here?" After saying that, he used the Zen staff in his hand to perform the "Great Wei Tuo" of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin.
"Pestlet" is ready to go, to find a way to survive.
But Cheng Qian smiled and said: "Master, a great monk, how can I pretend to be someone else's? The only ones who are here today are you and me."
Xuanbei didn't wait to tell whether this was true or not, he immediately took up the Zen staff in his hand and hit Murong Fu (Cheng Qian) with a huge force.
Cheng Qian looked at the Zen staff that was hitting him, moved it with his palms, and returned all the power of the "Great Skanda Pestle" to Xuanbei.
Xuanbei was severely injured immediately and flew several feet away. At the place where he was hit, his left bones and tendons were severed, and all his internal organs were ruptured. He could only see that he spat out from his mouth with difficulty: "Dou... Zhuan... Stars
....The eminent monk of the "Yi" generation passed away.
After Xuan Bei died, Cheng Qian did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he said to the dark depths of the jungle: "He is dead, why don't you come out?"
Suddenly, a monk in gray clothes walked out of the depths of the jungle, "It seems that everyone in the world has underestimated Mr. Murong. Who would have thought that the head of the Murong family, who was suffering from a long illness, would actually be a peerless master?"
"Everyone in the world is ignorant. They only believe what they want to see. Just as they didn't expect that I know martial arts, how could they have imagined that the previous head of the Murong family, who claimed to be dead long ago, would actually hide in the Shaolin Temple?"
The monk in gray shuddered and then took off his mask. It was Murong Bo who should have been dead for many years. "When did you know this?"
"After I made a mistake in that practice, during the healing period, I thought carefully about the situation that day, and I got a rough idea."
"Then let me ask you again, did you know that Emperor Song was planning to take action against my Murong family?"
"I knew the news as early as ten days ago. The Emperor of Song Dynasty wanted to implement the New Deal, but he was afraid that the state treasury would not have enough money and food, so he set his sights on my Murong family, who was extremely wealthy."
"Then what's your response?"
"As early as when the Empress Dowager was critically ill, I secretly moved the factories and funds under my Murong family's name overseas. Even if the little emperor does it now, what he will get is some useless goods."
"So you were already prepared. Even so, how are you going to deal with this?" After saying that, Murong Bo pointed at Xuan Bei's body.
Cheng Qian smiled and said: "What does the star-shifting killing have to do with me, Murong Fu?"
"In that case, if you have any important matters, I will take care of them for you. I don't believe that you are here just to kill Xuan Bei and be with me."
"I'm here to leave something to you." After saying that, Cheng Qian took out a scroll from his sleeve and handed it to Murong Bo, "I hope you can let everyone on this scroll die by yourself.
Under the stunt of becoming famous.”
He took the scroll with Murong Bo, opened it and looked at it, he couldn't help but said in surprise: "Oh, there are many allies of your merchant alliance here, why do you even want to get rid of these people?"
Cheng Qian said calmly: "It's just a bunch of abandoned children. The reason why we raise them is for today's use. You just say whether to do it or not."
Murong Bo smiled and said: "Hahahaha, of course we have to do it. It seems that my son has a plan, but there is no need for me to worry anymore."
"When the matter is finished, we will return to Yanziwu and wait for my next notification."
"I know, after all, I haven't even seen my grandson or granddaughter once. When this matter is over, I will go back and enjoy family happiness."
"Then goodbye, father."
After saying "Okay", Murong Bo used his Qinggong skills and flew away, disappearing into the depths of the jungle.
Afterwards, Cheng Qian started his Qinggong and headed east. At the same time, he secretly said in his heart that it was time to speed up his understanding of the Six Disasters Forbidden Techniques.