Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

This person was none other than Jiumozhi, who had fought against Murong Fu several times.

After leaving Suzhou last time, Jiumozhi did not return to Tubo, but traveled around the famous mountains and ancient temples in the Song Dynasty. With his strong martial arts and Buddhist attainments, Jiumozhi was treated as a guest by local eminent monks wherever he went. When I arrived at Qingliang Temple in Wutai Mountain, I met the abbot Shen Shanren and his junior brother Shenyin Zen Master.

The man from Mount Kailash has great martial arts skills and is the youngest and most promising abbot of Qingliang Temple in history. People in the world call him and Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin Temple the two great arhats subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger.

After a contest between Jiumozhi and the people from Shenshan Mountain, the two of them felt that it was too late to meet each other. Qingliang Temple's martial arts classics are quite crude, and Jiumozhi generously gave the opponent a Shaolin sect's unique skill, which made the people of Shenshan very grateful. Therefore, in this Zhenlong chess game, brothers Shenshan and Shenyin also followed Come and help Jiumozhi with his fists.

As soon as Jiumozhi entered the inn, he persuaded both parties to stop with his pure Buddhist lion's roar. This lion's roar is an extremely advanced martial art in Buddhism. It can not only inspire enlightenment and rescue people from a state of obsession, but it can also frighten the enemy's mind and play a role in injuring and controlling the enemy.

However, Jiumozhi's lion's roar was obviously not loud, and to outsiders it sounded like the well-intentioned advice of a kindly elder. It fell into the ears of several people in the battle group, but it was like a thunderclap, making all four of them feel shocked.

Ding Chunqiu moved, his long sleeves fluttered and he stabbed Xuan Tong in the face. Xuan Tong was afraid of the poison in Ding Chunqiu's body and did not dare to come into contact with him. He quickly used a little maneuver to avoid this attack. one strike. After dodging, Ding Chunqiu instantly swung his feet and dodged to the side, his figure flying like a fallen sycamore in early autumn, indescribably beautiful and unrestrained. Although everyone present looked down upon Ding Chunqiu, they couldn't help but admire in their hearts: What a handsome Qinggong.

Seeing three monks with high martial arts skills walking in, both parties were shocked. Especially Ding Chunqiu, he was even more surprised to find that the martial arts of the Tibetan monk he led was not inferior to his, and he suddenly felt fearful in his heart. The two Central Plains monks behind the Tibetan monk were also obviously not low in martial arts, which was rare to see. A top-notch expert.

He suspected that the other party was the helper of several Shaolin monks. He was frightened and frightened. He thought to himself: The other monks were fine, but the leader of the Fan monks was really a headache for the old immortal. If these few bald donkeys joined forces, the old immortal would be in trouble. I'm afraid I can only avoid the edge for the time being. In front of so many disciples, where should I put my face?

When Xuan Nan and others saw the three newly appeared monks, they were also very frightened. When they heard the other party telling them to stop, they thought that if they and their brothers joined forces, they would be able to capture Ding Chunqiu and promote the power of Shaolin to the Central Plains. The martial arts eliminated a harm, but the other party intervened. Could it be that he was the helper of Old Monster Ding?

In this way, both parties thought that the other party was a master invited by the other party, so they forgot to take action for a while and looked at each other quietly, waiting for what the other party would say next.

In fact, Jiumozhi's appearance saved the lives of Xuannan and the other three. Ding Chunqiu's martial arts were already very high. With his real martial arts alone, he was able to fight the three monks for a long time without losing. He was also a dramatist. The poison, if it really drags on, Xuannan and the others may not even know how they were tricked to death by the other party in the end.

Ding Chunqiu reacted quickly. After a quick glance, he knew that the other party was not in the same group as the three Shaolin monks. At most, he was just passing by to mind his own business.

So Ding Chunqiu immediately put on a warm smile and said: "Dare you ask this master where the treasure is? Are you here also for the Zhenlong chess game?"

Jiumozhi gave a salute and said: "I have heard the name of the old man Xingxiu for a long time. The young monk Jiumozhi was trained in Dalun Temple in Daxue Mountain in Tubo. He was trusted by the Lord of Tubo and entrusted him with the title of national teacher. These two are from Qingliang Temple in Mount Wutai. Abbot Shenshan and his junior brother Master Shenyin."

Jiumozhi didn't want to hurt anyone by calling him "Old Monster", but given his status, calling Ding Chunqiu "Old Immortal" would be a bit shameless, so he called him "Old Xingxiu" without offending him or losing his identity.

"You, the great monk, are quite interesting. Unlike those bald thieves from Shaolin Temple, who are both pedantic and unreasonable."

Ding Chunqiu felt a little happy when he heard Jiumozhi speak like this. After all, people in this world either couldn't beat him or were afraid of him, so they could only call him an old monster incompetently and angrily, or flatteringly call him an old immortal, such as His disciples. In his opinion, these people are just ants, and the only difference is that they are annoying or unpleasant to look at.

But today, there was such a master who was not inferior to him in martial arts, waiting for him as an equal, which suddenly made him feel a little fond of him.

Ding Chunqiu said with a smile: "It turns out it's King Dalun Ming who has arrived. I've been admiring him for a long time."

Jiumozhi returned the gift, and then said to Xuannan and others: "Jiumozhi, the young monk, has met several senior brothers."

Seeing that the other party had great martial arts skills and a humble attitude, Xuannan and others did not dare to be disrespectful and quickly returned the courtesy.

Jiumozhi said: "Just now, from afar, I noticed that there were masters fighting here. I admire your martial arts so much, but I don't know why they broke up and started fighting?"

Xuannan said angrily: "Ding Chunqiu poisoned my Shaolin disciples for no reason. Master, do you think we want to seek justice from Old Monster Ding?"

Ding Chunqiu snorted coldly: "This young Shaolin monk is short-sighted and offends the power of the old immortal. The old immortal only takes a slight punishment. I don't want you Shaolin disciples to be so helpless. The old immortal just took a little action and went to see your Buddha. You Shaolin sect Martial arts are useless, my disciples are useless, can we blame the old immortal for being ruthless?"

Ding Chunqiu's cold words and sarcastic words made Xuannan and others turn pale with anger.

Jiumozhi calmly looked at Xu Qing's corpse beside him, and was shocked. He felt that Ding Chunqiu's poison skills had reached an unbelievable level, and he felt even more fearful.

Jiumozhi recited the Buddha's name to save Xu Qing. Finally, he said to the three Shaolin monks: "Brothers Buddha, I think everything is destined by fate. This Shaolin disciple and the old man Xingxiu may have had an old grudge in their previous lives. , so today there is such a calamity. Now this little master has passed away to bliss under the salvation of the poor monk. It can be regarded as the end of the old grudge. For the sake of the poor monk's face, how about the two masters giving up and turning the hostility into friendship? "

Xuannan and the others had been fighting with Ding Chunqiu for a long time, and they had long known that the other party was not a soft persimmon to be pinched. They wanted to give up on the other party, but they were hindering the face of so many juniors and could not get off the stage, so they had to bite the bullet and fight hard. Seeing such an important figure like Jiumozhi coming to persuade me now, I really wanted to sleep and someone brought me a pillow, so Xuannan snorted coldly and said: "For the sake of the Imperial Master, I will let you go for the time being. I will definitely not spare you if I meet you!"

Ding Chunqiu just sneered.

Ding Chunqiu said: "I wonder if the master came here also for the Zhenlong chess game? If so, Ding can team up with the master and compete in the chess game together.

Jiumozhi didn't want to get too close to this notorious old monster, but he didn't want to offend him, so he said vaguely: "The young monk did get the news about the deaf-mute old man Su Xinghe, and the two Wutai Mountains Brother Buddha went to Zhenlong Chess Game to have a look. This place is not far from the Deaf and Mute Valley, and it is a kind of fate to meet Donor Ding here."

Ding Chunqiu knew what the other party was thinking. Although he was angry, he did not want to offend a strong opponent again, so he said: "We are destined to meet you thousands of miles away, who says it's not the case? I wonder if the master needs meat and wine. Ding will do it later." How about a toast to the master?" As he said this, he was thinking that the opponent's martial arts was too strong to attack him. If he could find an opportunity to poison the opponent later, it would be great except for this powerful opponent. .

Jiumozhi knew that the other party had bad intentions, so he stepped back a few steps without leaving any trace: "The poor monk accepted the good intentions of the donor Ding. Monks don't care about food and drink, so I'd better not be sensitive to this wine." As he said this, he thought But the question is: Could it be that Old Monster Ding also wants to learn martial arts from Mr. Congbian? So I have to be careful.