Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

After hearing this, Li Yuan Sheng was greatly pleased. He gently stroked his beard and smiled like an old wolf that had caught its prey: "Could it be that my son is bullying me? In front of so many heroes of our country, how can I not lie!"

Li Qianyuan bowed and clasped his fists: "I dare to ask my father and all the adults to follow the little king to the outside of the palace to prove that what the little king said is true!"

Hearing Li Qianyuan's affirmative reply, everyone in the hall looked surprised. Li Yuan Sheng was even more delighted. He felt that his son was so brave and had greatly gained his face in front of all the important civil and military ministers of Great Xia. He laughed and said: "Okay, okay, in that case, all colleagues, please join me and move outside the palace together." How about we go take a look at this evil beast?"

At this point, the curiosity of everyone present was completely aroused. Although no one believed that this usually arrogant dude could capture a tiger alive, a living tiger can arouse people's curiosity no matter what era it is placed in. Heartbroken, not to mention one locked in a cage.

Murong Fu had been paying attention to Li Qianyuan since he appeared on the scene. His perception was far better than that of everyone present. He noticed that the position of the other person's severed finger had been replaced with the original severed finger. Although it still looked a little awkward, it was enough to make people happy. People were moved.

Although it is not as amazing as the eye-replacing skills of the Vulture Palace, in this era when even a small injury can cause death, it can reattach a severed finger.

So far, everything that goes against common sense and transcends the times has more or less something to do with the Xiaoyao Sect.

The water in Xixia seems to be a little deeper than imagined.

Murong Fu's eyes narrowed slightly.

In an instant, all the ministers in the hall filed out, and the hall suddenly became empty.

Originally, Murong Fu's seat was close to the door and he should have been the first to go out. However, Murong Fu waited for everyone to finish leaving before slowly walking out. Even Hu Yanlei beside him couldn't wait any longer and urged him. After a few times, he took the lead and walked to Murong Fu to get a good seat to see this rare Western view.

"Everyone in the audience is eager to see the evil beast in the cage. Why is layman Li lagging behind?"

A calm and peaceful voice with a hint of vicissitudes of life sounded in Murong Fu's ears.

Murong Fu was thinking about the situation at hand, and when he heard this voice, he couldn't help but look towards the owner of the voice. I saw that the man was wearing a bright yellow monk's robe and a bright yellow monk's hat. He looked to be about forty years old, with a slight beard on his chin. His face was fair and fresh, as if he were a young man, except for the corners of his eyes and forehead. His wrinkles show how much vicissitudes of life this man has experienced.

Murong Fu thought for a while and remembered that this person was Monk Yuan Gen, the Western Xia Protector Mage whom Hu Yanlei had introduced before when he was drinking.

Xixia is located between Tubo and Song Dynasty, and its national culture was influenced by both countries at the same time. Even Buddhism, which was regarded as the state religion in Xixia, also reflects this characteristic. Although Xixia Buddhism originated from the Central Plains, it has the characteristics of both Central Plains Zen Buddhism and Tubo Esoteric Buddhism. Therefore, the monk in front of me is somewhat similar to Jiumozhi at first glance.

Murong Fu's heart trembled. He thought of Jiumozhi and unconsciously regarded the person in front of him as a sanctimonious person. He couldn't help but feel more wary in his heart, so he bowed slightly and said politely: "So it turns out that It’s Master Yuangen, Li Yanzong is in the next grade hall, and I’m here to pay my respects to him!”

Although his words were very polite and could not be faulted in terms of etiquette, his tone was as if he was distant from others.

Seeing Murong Fu's demeanor, the monk named Yuan Gen did not feel dissatisfied. He smiled slightly and returned the greeting: "That's so polite, layman Li. This young monk is not a master, but he was lucky enough to have the favor of King Xia. In this Xingqing Mansion He’s just the abbot of Chengtian Temple.”

"Just now, the young monk observed the layman's expression. Ever since the Prince of Nan'an entered the palace, the layman has been sizing up the prince, and the prince's eyes looking at the layman also contained resentment. I wonder what the grudge is between the two laymen? Little monk Would you be honored to explain it to two lay people?"

Murong Fu's face under the disguise couldn't help but be moved: There were more than two hundred people in the main hall just now, and this monk could actually notice the subtle changes in the expression of a middle-level military attaché sitting on the edge of the area. This kind of observation ability, seriously Eye-catching!

Could it be that the other party came to find a place for him on behalf of that dandy?Looking at the posture of the old monk, it is impossible to say that he is really a hidden master. He is lurking in Xixia. In order not to expose his true martial arts skills, he cannot attack with all his strength. What if he takes action?

Murong Fu's mind was running rapidly, thinking of countermeasures.

Monk Yuangen seemed to have the ability to see into people's hearts. He saw the tension in Murong Fu's heart. He quickly put his hands together and saluted: "It was the young monk who was abrupt and made the layman misunderstand. The young monk did not come here to embarrass the layman. He was just the Prince of Nan'an." Your Highness has been watched by the young monk since he was young. The young monk has always known that His Highness is naturally domineering and domineering. Although the young monk tried to persuade him, His Highness only changed his mind temporarily and returned to his old ways the next day."

"A few days ago, it was said that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Nan'an had a conflict with someone on the street. His Royal Highness was slightly injured. The young monk thought that His Royal Highness's reckless and domineering temper must have flared up again and collided with a certain hermit master. The young monk asked in every possible way. , His Royal Highness just covered up and did not add any extra points. Today, it seems that the person His Royal Highness collided with on the long street that day was a layman. "

After what Monk Yuangen said, Murong Fu became wary and sneered: "So after talking for a long time, Master still stood up for someone else?"

Monk Yuan Gen was stunned for a moment, and then he waved his hands and said: "Layman, please don't misunderstand me, this young monk did not mean this!"

Even from the appearance, this man is in his forties. What's more, according to what Hu Yanlei said, this person is probably still an old monster who is almost ninety years old, but he talks like a little monk and doesn't even call himself an old monk. He is either a real virtuous monk or a traitor who is as loyal as a treacherous person. too deep.

There were too few of the former, and Murong Fu had never seen them. On the contrary, there were too many of the latter, and Murong Fu saw too many of them. Jiumozhi, Xuanci, Shenshan and so on were all such people.

However, seeing the way the other party waved his hands nervously, Murong Fu couldn't help but doubt his own judgment: How does this look like a scheming demon monk? Rather, he looks like a young novice monk with a simple mind.

As a result, Murong Fu felt a little embarrassed. He just felt that he was a little too sensitive and misunderstood the other party's good intentions. He quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, master, I was reckless below."

Yuan Gen said, "You don't have to blame yourself. The young monk came here to persuade you to stay away from the unnecessary dispute."

Hearing this, Murong Fu became interested: "Master, what do you mean by this?"

Yuan Gen said: "The layman doesn't know much about His Highness the Prince's temperament. Although His Highness the Prince appears to be domineering and innocent, in fact he has a deep mind and is determined to retaliate. Someone once offended His Highness the Prince because of a word, and His Highness the Prince Taking advantage of the hunting opportunity, take the man with you and shoot him to death with a crossbow."

"Jushi Li hurt His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. With his temperament, how can he be willing to let it go? The young monk can't bear that another person will lose his life because of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's arrogant behavior, so he has been asking around in many ways these days, hoping to persuade that person to stay away from the trouble. I don't want to be here today. It was a blessing to meet a layman. Hearing what the young monk said, the layman hurriedly left the place. The tiger outside the palace was an eye-catching white-fronted tiger that His Highness ordered someone to buy with a large sum of money the day before yesterday. It hurt countless people and was extremely dangerous. His Highness will be sure to tell you later. It will provoke Layman Li to fight with the fierce tiger and take the opportunity to kill the layman. You must not stay here for a long time and leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible!"

After monk Yuangen finished speaking, he looked at Murong Fu sincerely, as if he was very worried about him.

Murong Fu took a deep look at Yuan Gen, bowed and said, "Master, thank you!"

Then he strode outside under Yuan Gen's astonished eyes: "However, I also want to see if this evil beast that has hurt countless people can hurt me!"