Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

"I obey Master Abbot's instructions." Murong Fu bowed slightly, bowed, and sat down on the futon in front of Abbot Benyin.

"Mr. Murong acted righteously in what happened today. I am here to thank Mr. Murong on behalf of Tianlong Temple. In a few hours, the Tubo Imperial Master will come to our temple. I hope Mr. Murong will be moved with emotion and understand with reason. It would be great if he could resolve this war, but if the Tubo master persists in his stubbornness, alas."

At the end of his speech, Ben let out a long sigh and looked gloomy.

Murong Fu naturally knew what Ben Yin did not say.

During these days, the monks of Tianlong Temple and the Baoding Emperor who came to make up for the loss were practicing the Six Meridians Divine Sword, trying to combine the strength of the six people to form a Six Meridian Sword Formation to resist Jiumozhi's plundering.

But you don't need to think about it to know that the power of the Six Meridians Divine Sword is reflected in its complex and changeable six sword techniques.

If the power of a single line is enough, then why don't the monks of Tianlong Temple master one of the six lines of the divine sword early? On the contrary, the powerful enemy is about to hit the door, so it is just a last resort?

There is only one possibility, that is, the power of a single vein may not be as powerful as a high-grade Yiyang Finger.

For the sake of face, Tianlong Temple used this half-baked Six Meridians Divine Sword that was hastily trained to fight against powerful enemies like Jiumozhi. It can only be said to be a helpless move. After all, when people ask you to see the Six Meridians Divine Sword, but you use a Yang finger, doesn't this mean that you admit that the Six Meridians Divine Sword is just a false name?

After all, it’s still a matter of face.

Thinking of this, Murong Fu couldn't help but look dim: Wasn't the original owner Murong Fu also such a person?

Because the internal strength is not enough, the family's unique skills cannot be practiced to a higher level. In order to maintain Gusu Murong's reputation of "replying others with his own way," he learned a bunch of third-rate and fourth-rate martial arts such as "Eighteen Ways of Hat Knife" and "Five Tigers Soul-Severing Knife". The result was mixed but not refined. In the battle at Shaoshi Mountain, he lost to Duan Yu's half-baked Six Meridians Divine Sword in front of a crowd of people. He was so ugly that he almost killed himself.

"People in the arena involuntarily."

Thinking of this, Murong Fu blurted out a classic quote from a certain master without paying attention. I didn't want to but was listened to by Duan Yu next to me. He just heard Duan Yu yelling: "Mr. Murong is really amazing and talented. He is short in character and sounds ordinary at first, but when you taste it carefully, it has profound meaning. Just like me, I don’t want to learn martial arts, but people keep forcing me to learn it. I don’t want to make people sad, but Wanmei shed countless sad tears for me. And me.”

Murong Fu looked at the living treasure talking to himself in front of him, feeling angry and amused: Listen, is this human language? In comparison, those fake Versailles of later generations are really weak.

Thinking of this, Murong Fu put his hand on his forehead and remained silent.

Seeing that Murong Fu didn't answer and his face didn't look very good, Duan Yu asked with concern: "Mr. Murong, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? You look pale. Do you want a doctor to check your pulse?"

"It's okay, I want to be quiet." Murong Fu turned sideways without leaving any trace, facing away from this idiot.

"Who is Jingjing? Which girl's maiden name is it? It turns out that Mr. Murong is also a passionate person, but he has the same problem as me."

Duan Yu scratched his head and said sadly.

Murong Fu: ".

Hey, you, an ancient person from a thousand years ago, are you playing with the bad jokes of the late 20th century?

A villain yelled crazily in Murong Fu's heart.

In this way, time passed quietly. Less than half of the incense in the Muni Hall has been burned. Master Kurong remained motionless and silent. The five eminent monks of this generation looked solemn and prepared for the attack. Duan Yu took Murong Fu and chatted for a while. From time to time, Murong Fu accidentally said a few words from later generations, which made Duan Yu marvel. Then he started a long talk. Murong Fu was confused by this little treasure. I can't laugh or cry.

Suddenly, a vague sound came from outside from far to near. It sounded like the sound of some kind of horn. Then, a deep bass voice passed through the many pavilions and pavilions from a distance and reached the Muni Hall: "Jiu Mozhi, a junior from the Tubo Kingdom, has come all the way to see the eminent monks of Tianlong Temple!"

Everyone in the hall except Duan Yu was startled by the voice, with shocked expressions on their faces. I am afraid that no one here except Master Kurong can achieve this skill of coaxing the sound into a line.

Therefore, before the other party arrived, everyone felt a sense of fear in their hearts.

Abbot Benyin was waiting to speak. A majestic voice burst out from the deepest part of the Buddhist hall, straight into the sky: "King Dalun Ming is a guest from afar. Please wait for me to go out to greet you as a landlord." The whole house seemed to tremble at this sound. After a moment, it was the lion's roar, an authentic Buddhist skill. Murong Fu turned his head and looked at a corner of the room, horrified: Is this the strength of Master Ku Rong? Would Murong Fu be able to catch up to this level of internal strength after practicing for another 30 years?

Before Murong Fu could recover from the shock, Master Ku Rong in the corner suddenly stood up and said in an old voice, "Let's go and meet this distinguished guest from afar."

Everyone in the room quickly stood up and responded respectfully: "Yes."

So headed by Master Kurong, a group of people left the Muni Hall and came to an open high platform. On the high platform, six futons have been placed. Wuben and Master Kurong sat down one after another. Duan Yu had no martial arts skills, so Master Kurong called him to sit next to him. Murong Fu was led by a young novice to sit down in front of a coffee table. On the table, tea and snacks were already prepared, which did not mean he was neglecting Murong Fu.

After about a cup of tea, a guard of honor divided into two columns and approached from a distance carrying a chariot.

On the chariot, a great monk in his fifties, dressed in bright yellow robes, was kneeling on a futon, with his hands clasped together, his face calm and peaceful, and there was a faint light flowing around his body, making him look like an accomplished monk.

Jiumozhi, one of the Four Heavenly Dragons, appeared in front of Murong Fu.

There is no trace of the murderous aura of a master of martial arts. Jiumozhi gives people the impression that they can't help but want to get close to him and listen to his teachings.

Who would have thought that such an appearance hides a greedy and vicious heart?

In the honor guard, there are all kinds of people burning incense and sprinkling water. They are really full of style.

"The special effects cost at least five yuan."

Murong Fu secretly mocked in his heart.

Finally, the chariot was put down. Someone took the steps and put them away. The great monk stepped down from the chariot calmly and unhurriedly. The whole process was orderly and without any fuss.

The monk walked to the high platform where the monks of Tianlong Temple were, but did not go up to the platform. He bowed respectfully: "Young monk Jiumozhi, I have met all the seniors of Tianlong Temple."