Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

After watching Helian Tieshu leave, Murong Fu used Qinggong to leave the other courtyard, coming and going quietly without disturbing anyone the whole time.

My identity as Li Yanzong is always unattractive. The origin of one is unknown, and the status of the other is too low. It's hard to justify it in front of those real Xixia senior officials. So Murong Fu handed over all the affairs of this kind of public activities to Helian Tieshu.

Although Helian Tieshu is said to be mediocre in ability, greedy for money and afraid of death, it depends on who he is compared with. With a little guidance and some control behind the scenes, he can still be a very good agent. He is not afraid that the other party will have other thoughts.

First of all, it is of great benefit to follow him. Helian Tieshu really does not need to go against the God of Wealth after he is full. Secondly, Helian Tieshu had also experienced Murong Fu's martial arts attainments comparable to those of Li Qiu Shui, and knew that it would not take much effort for the other party to kill him without anyone noticing. There are very few people in this world who can struggle with money and their own lives at the same time. There may only be one in a few hundred years. Helian Tieshu is obviously not among them.

After leaving Helian Tieshu's mansion, Murong Fu went back and changed into plain casual clothes, then rushed towards the "Fengtou" location in the West City. Chengtian Temple, the largest royal temple in the Western Xia Dynasty, is located there, and it is also where the humble-speaking master Yuan Gen abbots.

Arriving outside Chengtian Temple, Murong Fu faced the mountain gate of Chengtian Temple and couldn't help but stay for a moment.

Because he found that the shape of the Xixia temple in front of him was exactly the same as the Shaolin Temple on Shaoshi Mountain!

Different from the cookie-cutter imitations built with reinforced concrete and other materials in later cities, the architecture of this era focused on adapting measures to local conditions. The Tianlong Temple and Shaolin Temple that Murong Fu once visited are two completely different styles.

The customs and customs of the northwest border land and the Central Plains where Shaolin is located are very different, but they can be so similar!

Could it be that there is some connection between Chengtian Temple and Shaolin Temple?

Murong Fu's eyes flickered for a moment, then he shook his head and stepped into the temple: These have nothing to do with him. Even if the Xixia Emperor did it deliberately, it is not a bad thing.

When he arrived at the mountain gate, Murong Fu showed off the white jade waist badge that monk Yuangen had given him that day. The monk Zhike looked moved when he saw it and said, "Is this layman the Master Li from Yipintang?"

Murong Fu was surprised and said, "How does this young master recognize Li?"

The monk who knew the guest bowed and saluted: "Master Yuan Gen sent a decree a few days ago: Master Li from Yipintang will visit at this time today with the white jade plaque of our temple. After the young monk sees Master Li, he will bring Master Li to the back. As soon as we go to the Shanzang Sutra Pavilion, Master Yuangen will be waiting for Master Li there."

Murong Fu couldn't help but be surprised at this moment: Could it be that this Yuangen monk had no foresight? Otherwise, how could this little monk, who seemed to have no martial arts skills at all, reveal the origin of Po?

However, Murong Fu only thought about it for a moment, and then he was relieved. He laughed secretly in his heart at the other party's pretentiousness, so he raised his hand and saluted, "In that case, I'll ask you, my little master, to lead the way!"

Murong Fu was led by Zhike Monk through the long corridor and several monasteries to an independent courtyard.

When he arrived at an archway, the monk Zhike bowed and said: "Master Li, we have arrived at the Sutra Pavilion. This place is a forbidden area of ​​our temple. Ordinary monks like us are not allowed to set foot. Master Li, please go and find Abbot Yuangen!"

Murong Fu smiled casually, returned the salute and said, "Thank you, little master."

Murong Fu walked on the floor paved with blue bricks, the winter sun shining quietly on his body, emitting a weak heat.

In the distance, the very vague sound of water can be heard vaguely.

Even the location of the Sutra Pavilion is exactly the same as that of the Shaolin Temple. In order to prevent the scriptures stored in the temple from catching fire, the entire attic was built near a water source. Xingqing Mansion lies on the Helan Mountain to the north and the Yellow River to the south. Chengtian Temple is built in the southwest of Xingqing Mansion. The sound of water coming from the distance is naturally the water of the Yellow River.

I don’t see you, the water of the Yellow River comes from the Tianshan Mountains and rushes to the sea never to return.

Sometimes things in the world are so strange. Xixia and Song Dynasty clearly drink water from the same Yellow River, but they often kill each other for various reasons.

Murong Fu slowed down and walked leisurely.

Every brick and tile here is very similar to the Sutra Collection Pavilion of Shaolin Temple. The three words "Sutra Collection Pavilion" on the plaque are written in Xixia characters. The rest of the place is not distinguishable unless you look carefully. It is obviously someone. Do it deliberately. Considering that the entire Xingqing Mansion was completed less than fifty years ago, it is obvious that someone deliberately built this temple in imitation of the Shaolin Temple's specifications. This person must have a very deep connection with Shaolin.

Murong Fu was thinking to himself when a calm voice came to his ears: "Since layman Li is already here, why don't you go into the pavilion to talk about it?"

This voice is none other than Monk Yuan Gen.

Although Murong Fu did not deliberately hide his whereabouts, being able to detect Murong Fu's presence from such a long distance was definitely a top expert. This keen perception, at least not inferior to Jiumozhi, made Murong Fu feel a little more solemn in his heart, and said loudly: "This place is quite Zen-like. I am greedy for viewing, and I have offended the master's Qingxiu. I'm sorry!"

With a creaking sound, Murong Fu gently pushed open the carved wooden door and entered the room.

Inside the Sutra Pavilion, rows of bookshelves are filled with scriptures, and the specifications and shapes are no different from those in the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion. Murong Fu couldn't help but be in a daze for a moment.

"Jushi Li, please go up to the second floor to talk."

A peaceful voice came from upstairs.

After Murong Fu went upstairs, he saw the monk Yuan Gen kneeling in front of a table.

On the table, two cups of tea had just been brewed and were still steaming.

On the right side, there is a chessboard with about two hundred black and white chess pieces densely placed on it.

On the chessboard, there is life in the calamity, and there is calamity in the life, and it is complicated.

Murong Fu just looked at it for a moment, his pupils shrank slightly, and then he sat down calmly, but there was already a huge wave in his heart.

Zhenlong chess game!

There should be only two copies of this Zhenlong chess game that Wu Yazi spent several years laying out in the world, one in the Deaf and Mute Valley and one in the Wuliang Jade Cave in Dali. I didn’t expect to see it again in Chengtian Temple in Xixia!

Although Murong Fu only had a look on his face, his slight facial changes were still noticed by Monk Yuan Gen.

Monk Yuangen asked, "Has Layman Li seen this situation before?"

Murong Fu smiled and shook his head and said: "I just think this game is quite strange. I have no accomplishments in this chess game."

Yuan Gen nodded, and then sighed: "This game was arranged by an old friend of the young monk, and it has been unable to be solved for many years."

Murong Fu was shocked: Old friend? Could it be Wu Yazi? Shouldn't it? Or Li Qiushui?

Murong Fu just pretended not to know, nodded and sat down.