Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Xu Zhu thought: "This master is so strange, but I don't know where he went?" His curiosity could not be suppressed, he walked into the bamboo forest again and followed the path of Boluo Star.

He saw Polo Star huddled on a clump of bamboo from a distance, so he lay down in the grass and crawled slowly. When I climbed to about ten feet away from the bamboo, I didn't dare to go any further. After a long time, a large cloud floated over from the west, covering the moon, and it suddenly became dark everywhere. There was only a soft whistling sound, and the bamboo sank, then bounced up. Polo Star took advantage of the situation and flew out, leaping into the trees in front of him.

Seeing that his Qing Gong was so high, Xu Zhu stuck out his tongue. In addition, Bo Luo Xing was a distinguished guest valued by Master Abbot and others, so he didn't dare follow him to see what was going on, and hurriedly went back to his room and fell asleep.

After about a cup of tea, he heard a soft sound in Boluoxing's room, Xu Zhu knew that he had returned, and thought to himself: "It's so dangerous, fortunately I didn't delay too much. It's just that this master acted abnormally, should I Report it to Master Abbot and the others?"

But Xu Zhu is kind-hearted by nature, but he doesn't think bad things about people. If it were anyone else, he would definitely not give up the opportunity to ask for credit and reward from Master Abbot and others.

The next day, Xu Zhu got up and saw Bo Luo Xing still lying facing the wall, pretending to be seriously ill, but he didn't say anything. He took a hoe and went to a vegetable field next to the bamboo forest to dig vegetables, until he walked to the bush where Boluoxing jumped into last night.

Suddenly a monk came out from behind the tree and said, "You are a junior disciple of the Xu family, what are you doing in the Sutra Library?"

Xu Zhu said hurriedly: "Uncle Master, please forgive me, I am here to dig wild vegetables!"

The monk with the word Hui quickly waved his hand and said: "Go quickly, go quickly! This is not a place where disciples of the Xu generation can come. If your master finds out, he will definitely punish you! Because it is your first offense to be ignorant, I will not care about you. If there is any Next time, you will be sent to the Discipline Academy for severe punishment!"

Xu Zhu hurriedly lowered his head to apologize and left in a hurry, thinking: "It turns out that the bush is in the direction of the Sutra Pavilion. All the precious Buddhist scriptures of the eminent monks of our temple are hidden in the Sutra Pavilion. I thought that Master Boluo Xing would come here. I went to the Sutra Pavilion to read. Alas, my qualifications are dull. Master said that if I continue like this, I may not be able to read the Buddhist scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion for another thirty years. This Master Boluo Xing is indeed profound in Buddhism, but this The method of entering the Sutra Pavilion is not very honorable."

Generally, disciples of the Xu generation can only learn a set of martial arts such as Skanda Palm and Arhat Boxing. Usually, I focus more on cultivating my mind and serving my Buddha. The very few talented people of the Hui generation can practice one of the seventy-two unique skills. Therefore, ordinary disciples of the Xuzi generation only know the seventy-two unique skills of the temple, but do not know where they are.

Xu Zhu found out that Bo Luo Xing pretended to be sick and went into the tunnel privately. It turned out that he just wanted to go to the Sutra Pavilion to read Buddhist scriptures, so he had no psychological understanding and just served Bo Luo Xing diligently every day. Everything went according to Bo Luo Xing's wishes.

On this day, Xu Zhu cooked a big pot of good soup and sent it to Bo Luoxing. This soup is made with golden needles, shiitake mushrooms, cabbage, dried bamboo shoots, etc., and is fragrant.

Bo Luoxing had been pretending to be sick for days, and now he couldn't help but move his index finger. He pretended to have difficulty getting up and took a large bowl of soup from Xu Zhu's hand, lying down facing the wall to drink the soup.

Xu Zhu glanced at it and saw half a book reflected in the bowl of soup. The book was filled with strange words written in a zigzag manner. Xu Zhu recognized that this was Sanskrit and thought to himself: "It turns out that this master goes in and out of the Sutra Pavilion every night just to read these Sanskrit classics."

This continued for more than a month, and there was no rumor that the classics in the Scripture Pavilion were lost. Xu Zhu knew that Bo Luo Xing always put them back where they were after reading them, so Xu Zhu felt more at ease from then on, not doubting that he had them. How did he know that some people in the world were gifted people? He had memorized the books that Bo Luoxing had read word for word, without any mistakes.

Less than half a month later, one day Bo Luoxing suddenly sat up in front of Xu Zhu, his eyes were bright and he didn't look sick at all.

Xu Zhu was surprised and didn't know what the other party's intention was, but he heard Bo Luo Xing sigh: "Little master, I know that my time is running out. But there is something unfinished in my heart. I hope you can help me fulfill this wish. I wonder if you can agree?"

Xu Zhu hurriedly said: "Master, if you have any request, it's okay. The young monk will definitely help you do it."

Bo Luoxing sighed: "I came to China to exchange Buddhist teachings under the order of my master. I didn't want to encounter a strong enemy in Gusu and suffered heavy injuries, so I had to be escorted to Shaolin by Master Murong.

I'm afraid I won't be able to go back in my lifetime. These days, thanks to the mercy of the abbot of your temple, I, a monk from outside the temple, have been allowed to enter the Sutra Pavilion of your temple to read the classics. Because this matter was inconsistent with Shaolin regulations, he had no choice but to come up with this expedient method of pretending to be sick and entering the Sutra Pavilion at night. Even the young master kept it secret, and the poor monk was extremely sorry. "

Xu Zhu is an honest person, and Bo Luo Xing, apart from going to the Sutra Pavilion at night these days, has really behaved like a sincere Buddhist monk in other aspects. Now he even took the initiative to tell the story about his night stay in the Sutra Pavilion. come out. I also heard that all this was what the abbot meant, and I was even more convinced that it was true.

So Xu Zhu said to Bo Luo Xing sincerely: "Master, please tell me, the young monk will try his best to do it for you."

Polo Star said sincerely: "In the past, there was a Master Xuanzang from China who traveled thousands of miles to my country, Tianzhu, to bring my Buddha's Sutra to China and carry it forward. In the following hundreds of years, my country was hit by many wars, and countless Buddhist scriptures were lost. .I came here this time just to bring the Buddhist scriptures from China back to my country, Tianzhu. I didn’t want to encounter such an accident.

I know that I can never go back in my lifetime, but after observing this period of time. I think you, little Master Xu Zhu, have a pure nature, so I want to pass on the Buddhist scriptures I learned in Shaolin to you. If you, little master Xu Zhu, have the opportunity to leave Shaolin in the future, I hope you can take these scriptures to Tianzhu and hand them over to my master. "

Xu Zhu said: "But I am just a low-level Shaolin disciple and I cannot easily go down the mountain. How can I travel thousands of miles to complete your entrustment, Master?"

Boluo Xing smiled and said: "Amitabha. Everything depends on fate. If I really don't have the chance to complete the master's entrustment, it is also the Buddha's intention. There is no need to force it. Little Master Xu Zhu does not have to force himself."

Xu Zhu listened to what Bo Luo Xing said sincerely. He thought of his master's teachings in daily life and thought that Bo Luo Xing just taught him the Buddhist scriptures and had no other meaning. It did not violate the temple rules, so he nodded and said: "Master, I promise you"

So from that day on, Xu Zhu memorized Buddhist sutras under the guidance of Bo Luo Xing every night. Because Bo Luo Xing repeatedly emphasized not to tell others, Xu Zhu even hid it from his master Huilun and focused on memorizing what Bo Luo Xing taught him. Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures.

Fortunately, Xu Zhu is talented and intelligent. Although his martial arts skills are low, his study of this Buddhist scripture is far better than that of his peers, and he can learn it quickly.

After knowing that he couldn't practice Baihong Palm Power that night, Murong Fu stopped delaying and hurriedly rushed all the way to Runan Deaf and Mute Valley.

The Xingxiu faction's spy had already been taken care of by Murong Fu when he came last time. This time when he entered the valley, Murong Fu just shouted from a distance outside the valley, and Su Xinghe removed the Qimen Dunjia and his troops for defense. People come in.

Naturally, some pleasantries are indispensable.

During this time, the sight of Kang Guangling and the other two returning to their master's sect after so many years moved everyone present. Especially Kang Guangling and Divine Doctor Xue cried like five or six-year-old children.

Su Xinghe noticed Wang Yuyan, Abi and Zhuo Bufan standing beside them, and Murong Fu introduced them to him one by one.

When he found out that Abi was Kang Guangling's disciple, Su Xinghe was very happy and said that Kang Guangling had accepted a good disciple. As for Zhuo Bufan, Su Xinghe also secretly marveled that Murong Fu could subdue such a master and was willing to be a waiter holding a sword for Murong Fu.

When Murong Fu introduced Wang Yuyan's identity, Su Xinghe was even more surprised.

Su Xinghe had never heard Wu Yazi mention the existence of Li Qiu Shui and others before, and naturally he didn't know that Wu Yazi had direct descendants still alive.

Therefore, although Wang Yuyan should belong to the junior generation according to seniority, these etiquette and other etiquette were discontinued after Murong Fu's repeated refusal.

After all, if everyone really talked about it separately, the relationship would be too messy.

"Yu Yan, I'll accompany you in." Standing in front of the cabin where Wu Yazi lived, Murong Fu said softly.

"Um"

Wang Yuyan was in a complicated mood at the moment and didn't know what to say.

Previously, her only close relative in the world was her mother, Mrs. Wang. A few days ago, Murong Fu told her that she had a grandfather who had been missing for many years. For a moment, she didn't know how she felt.

Murong Fu smiled and said: "Master, this disciple is here to disturb you again!"

With that said, Murong Fu smashed open the wooden door with one palm and walked into the house with Wang Yuyan.

In the darkness, Wu Yazi smiled and said: "You little naughty boy. Didn't I tell you to practice the Beiming Divine Skill to a certain level before coming back? What kind of treasures do you want to get from me this time?"

Murong Fu used his inner power to ignite the mermaid ointment in the room, and suddenly there was light in the dark room.

Murong Fu smiled and said: "Master, look who I brought here."

Under the dim light, Wang Yuyan leaned in Murong Fu's arms. The beautiful face fell into Wu Yazi's eyes, and two lines of clear tears fell from the corners of his eyes.