The Heavens: Reborn Xu Zhu, Recognizing His Father at the Beginning

Chapter 146 Jiumozhi, you betray me!
Flicking his fingers three times, one after another thick and murderous finger force attacked Murong Fu, silently.

Murong Fu's face was full, and he hurriedly tried to move the impending finger force away with the move of fighting and turning, but found that the three finger force was extremely thick.

Even with his own internal strength, he couldn't remove it at all, he could only hold on.

Xuandu rolled his eyebrows and stroked his long beard with a smile.

Xu Zhu has already learned three points of the true meaning of the finger that only injures but not kills. Combined with that shocking inner strength, even if Murong Fu becomes famous all over the world, it will be difficult for him to deal with it.

Seeing that his son's face turned pale by three points, the expressions of all Murong retainers changed, and they immediately looked at Xu Zhu viciously.

"Little master is so exquisite in picking flowers, he is indeed the new disciple accepted by the abbot master of Shaolin Temple. But I, Gusu Murong, did not make a move or did not make a move."

"Since you don't believe me, then I can only accept your three tricks to show my innocence, Gusu Murong."

This scene made all the old Shaolin monks frown slightly.

Could it be that they really made a mistake?But if it wasn't Murong's comeback, who else could it be?
All Dali's retainers looked serious, and Hua Hegen, one of the three princes, stood quietly beside Duan Zhengchun, wondering if he should tell the whole story about Murong Bo's fraudulent death.

However, the method of finding out this matter is unavoidably dirty. If it is exposed to the eyes of all the heroes of the Central Plains, it will inevitably lose the face of Dali.

At this moment, Jiumozhi suddenly laughed twice, and said slowly.

"Mr. Murong, don't you really know? The little monk can learn the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple, it is thanks to your father who gave it to the little monk in the past!"

As soon as these words came out, all the heroes of the world were shocked, and Murong Fu's face was even more astonished.

"You! What did you say? You said that the 72 stunts you acquired were all given to you by Murong Bo!"

Xuanci's face sank, and a long-suppressed anger appeared in his eyes.

As soon as Jiumozhi's words fell, his slightly confused eyes suddenly cleared up, as if awakened by his own words.

"What did the monk just say?"

In an instant, the originally noisy Daxiong Palace became extremely quiet, except for Ding Chunqiu who was tortured by the life and death talisman.

All the heroes of the Jianghu set their sights on Jiumozhi and Murong Fu, subconsciously communicating with relatives and friends around them.

"Old Wu, did you hear what that fan monk said?"

"He said that he was able to learn Shaolin 72 stunts because Mr. Murong's father gave it to him."

"Is the Shaolin 72 stunt lost?"

"what on earth is it?"

Everyone was whispering in the Daxiong Palace, Xuanci's face became extremely gloomy, and even the Zen skills that he had practiced for many years could not bear it at this moment.

Xu Zhu looked at Ye Wuxin, and subtly saluted him, his expression seemed to be full of gratitude.

Ye Wuxin, who was standing on the side, twitched his mouth, stared at Murong Fu and Jiumozhi with a half-smile, and slowly put away his slightly confused mental methods.

Changing the sky and striking the earth, the product of the system's forced extraction, is exactly the spiritual skill that Ye Wuxin needs most at this time.

The systematic forced extraction is disgusting, but it seems to be limited by certain rules, so that he can also get the most needed method of using mental power at the moment.

This technique is quite miraculous, it can allow people to reveal the deepest secrets hidden in their hearts without knowing it, and it can also launch an attack on the enemy's mind silently.

If not, how could Jiumozhi have revealed Murong Bo's secret in front of all the heroes of the Jianghu, let alone in front of the Shaolin Temple.

"Amitabha, Tubo national teacher, I don't know if this is true or not?"

Jiumozhi wanted to defend, but Xu Zhu secretly blocked the two people's way out, with a look that you don't want to leave unless you make it clear.

Seeing this scene, Jiumozhi was about to speak, when a gust of breeze blew across his face, Jiumozhi's expression became confused again.

"Yes, in the past, Murong Bo gave Shaolin 72 unique skills to the young monk. Although the young monk was suspicious, he still accepted them all."

"After practicing for a while, the little monk confirmed that all these Shaolin unique skills are rare books, and none of them are fake."

After heaving a long breath and forced himself to calm down, Xuan Ci looked at Murong Fu with a rather unkind expression.

"In the past, when your father was alive, the old monk was his friend. Unexpectedly, your father secretly stole the brainchild of all the eminent monks in Shaolin Temple."

"I don't know how Master Murong explained this matter?!"

A group of Shaolin monks held weapons and looked at Murong Fu and his party with resentment, as if they might strike at any time.

Murong Fu looked at Jiumozhi, feeling as if he had been betrayed, his face became extremely gloomy.

Standing in front of him now is a group of heroes from all walks of life, not only heroes of the righteous way, but also many masters of the evil way.

What's more, Murong Fu himself knows that most of the Shaolin 72 stunts in his family were collected by his father.

But in the current situation, if he doesn't give Shaolin Temple an explanation, I'm afraid it will be really difficult for Murong Fu to leave this place.

Thinking of this, Murong Fu pointed at Jiumozhi with the weapon in his hand, and reprimanded him sharply.

"Jumozhi, don't you just talk nonsense there, I, Gusu Murong Dou Zhuan Xing Yi Tian Wu Shuang, when will I need to sneak into the Shaolin Temple to steal secret books?"

"What's more, my late father has been gone for a long time, and I, Murong Fu, as a son of man, how can I allow others to slander my father!"

The long sword was unsheathed, Murong Fu immediately rushed towards Jiumozhi, the long sword in his hand showed no mercy.

Jiumozhi also woke up at this time, seeing Murong Fu's long sword approaching, he frowned, remembering what he said before.

Realizing that he had been tricked by others and revealed secrets that should not be revealed, Jiumozhi knew he was wrong and just dodged Murong Fu's sword move.

"Where is the master who made the move? I hope to show up and teach me!"

After yelling for a long time, seeing that no one paid any attention to him, Jiumozhi sighed slightly, that he had committed the blame.

Xu Zhu lowered his eyelids, he put his hands in the posture of Kasyapa holding flowers again, in an instant, three fingers popped out, directly knocking the long sword in Murong Fu's hand into the air.

"Amitabha, this is the end of the matter. The matter between our temple and Gusu Murong is not only the life of Master Xuanbei's uncle, but also the hard work of the eminent monks of the past generations that was leaked by your Murong family."

"Young monk is not talented, I want to invite Mr. Murong to stay in the temple to listen to my Buddhist teachings, and let go of the murderous resentment in my heart. I don't know what Mr. Murong wants?"

Upon hearing this, Murong Fu's expression changed.

Stay here to enjoy Buddhist teachings?What about his king's dominance?What about his cousin?What about the long-cherished wish of his Murong family?

(End of this chapter)