Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Abi is like this, always quietly accompanying Murong Fu, just like a bowl of rock sugar lotus seed soup that relieves heat and quenches thirst in summer, it always reminds people of her inadvertently.

Murong Fu's eyes were full of tenderness, and he smiled and said to Abi: "The lotus leaf and hibiscus porridge tonight was delicious."

Abi smiled sweetly: "As long as the young master likes it."

Where in this desert would anyone open a Suzhou-style restaurant? The reason Su Xinghe came up with was really lame.

At this moment, Su Xinghe is no longer in the yard.

Murong Fu smiled and said: "It's windy in the yard, go back to the house quickly."

Su Xinghe turned around at the foot of the wall and disappeared suddenly. A thin man following him said "Huh".

The man's confusion soon turned to horror.

A withered palm gently rested on the man's shoulder like a ghost. It was obviously just a palm, but it seemed like a big mountain was pressing on the man's shoulder.

The man was still trying to struggle, but an old voice sounded in his ears, causing his figure to freeze immediately.

"If you dare to move, all the muscles and veins in your body will be destroyed!"

At this time, the muscles and veins all over the man's body were like the frozen Yellow River, feeling indescribably stagnant and uncomfortable. An unfamiliar and powerful inner energy stared at several important meridians around him, and as long as the person behind him exerted his energy, , he will end up with a broken muscle.

"Spare your life!"

With his life in the opponent's hands, this person immediately chose to be aware of current affairs.

"How brave! Who sent you to follow me?"

Su Xinghe sneered.

The man was still hesitating whether to tell the truth or not. A man turned around the corner and said with a smile: "Brother, there is no need to waste this time. This man was sent by the old monk Yuan Gen of Chengtian Temple in Xixia."

The visitor was none other than Murong Fu.

Su Xinghe said with a smile: "With the beauty by your side, why don't you chat more with these little girls? Why don't you come here to enjoy the cold wind?"

Murong Fu sighed: "With the warm fragrance and jade in my arms, who would want to come out to blow the northwest wind? But if I don't come out, what will senior brother do to this monk who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth tonight?"

Murong Fu flicked his fingers, and a volley of force grazed the scalp of the man restrained by Su Xinghe, knocking off the man's tightly wrapped turban, revealing a large, shaved head.

When the man saw that it was Murong Fu, he was shocked. After a moment, he forced himself to calm down and said, "If you kill me, Master Yuan Gen will definitely not let it go."

Murong Fu stretched out a finger, pressed his forehead gently and said, "You're right, this is a problem." He seemed to be very embarrassed in his tone.

Seeing that Murong Fu seemed to be withdrawing in his tone, the man became bolder. He mustered up his courage, showed a smile that he thought was calm and said to Murong Fu: "If you put me back properly now, I won't Tell Master Yuan Gen if it’s not the case.”

Before he finished speaking, he felt two cold rays of light penetrate into his body silently, making him shiver slowly. Immediately afterwards, he felt as if countless ants crawled out from deep within the bones of his body and kept biting him.

This inhumane itching sensation made him scream out loud, but the sound was cut off as soon as it left his throat.

Su Xinghe immediately tapped his mute point.

Murong Fu supported his knees with both hands, squatted down, looked at the monk who was twisted into a worm on the ground with a smile, and said warmly: "The weather is cold, and the life and death talisman below is made of masculine inner energy. Master, you might as well savor it for an hour, maybe It also warms you up.”

When the monk heard this, he was so shocked that the person in front of him actually planned to let himself experience this feeling of being worse than death and burning inside and outside for an hour. How could he dare to speak harshly at this moment? He got up in a hurry, banging his bald head on the hard bluestone floor, which had already broken the skin and flesh, and his forehead was already bloody, and it still didn't stop. He just suffered from being hit on his mute point and couldn't speak, so he had to He kept gesturing with his fingers.

Murong Fu pretended not to understand what the other party meant, and said with a smile: "This is not a temple, how can Master worship the Buddha so well?"

The man knew that the other party was tormenting him because of what he said just now, and he felt regretful. He reluctantly straightened up, opened his bow from left to right, and hit his face with big mouths one after another, causing blood to ooze from the corners of his mouth.

Murong Fu snorted coldly and did not respond.

The monk felt that all the karmic retributions of his past and present lives were due at this moment. No matter how unbearable it was, he used his last strength to bite his tongue with two rows of teeth.

Su Xinghe's strike was like lightning. His middle finger and thumb clamped down on the monk's jaw like iron pliers and removed the monk's jaw, making him unable to bite his tongue again.

Murong Fu watched with cold eyes, letting the man enjoy a cup of tea time with the Life and Death Talisman, and then he tapped two of the man's acupuncture points to temporarily relieve him from the pain.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Master, do you have anything to say now?"

The monk used his remaining strength to say: "I am the second disciple of Master Yuan Gen, with the Dharma name Chenjing. Master Yuan Gen said that your identity is suspicious and asked me to monitor you and report all your movements at any time."

Murong Fu smiled and said, "When did Monk Yuangen become the abbot of Chengtian Temple?"

"Forty-three years ago, the master made great contributions to Emperor Wu Lie. The late emperor specially appointed the master as the great mage to protect the country, ranking above the prime minister!"

Murong Fu smiled and said: "Oh, that's interesting. What kind of great credit makes Li Yuanhao, a mean and ungrateful old boy, so generous?"

How could Monk Chenjing have the time to care about the other party's rude remarks? After a moment's hesitation, the other party's smile grew thicker, and he hurriedly poured out the limited information he knew: "I don't know who the young monk is specifically. The young monk was only eight or nine years old at the time. He can't remember clearly, and he doesn't know. I know the reason. I just remember that it should be related to the Song Dynasty!"

Murong Fu nodded and said, "That's all?"

Monk Chenjing searched his mind and told everything he knew about the old monk, but there was nothing that Murong Fu needed to hear.

Murong Fu interrupted: "Okay, I don't have anything to do with you anymore, you can go back!"

Chen Jingru Meng was amnesty, but he couldn't believe that the other party would let him go so easily, so he hesitated: "You really let me go?"

Murong Fu smiled and said: "Of course, it's just that, please sleep here before leaving."

Chen Jing felt that Murong Fu's voice was getting farther and farther away. In a trance, he felt as if he had returned to Chengtian Temple. Everything that happened during the day was replayed in front of him. Then his eyelids became heavier and heavier, like a huge stone that could no longer be opened. not open.

Su Xinghe said: "If it weren't for Junior Brother's 'Soul Transfer Technique', it would be really difficult to deal with this person."

Murong Fu said: "It's a small skill. If you want to learn it, I can teach it to you someday."