Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Jiumozhi took a deep look at Murong Fu, his eyes complex.

Fear, surprise, resentment, all kinds of emotions were intertwined, but he tried his best to suppress them. Only the occasional fierce light revealed his true inner thoughts.

Then, he took the new cup of tea from Murong Fu. This time, neither party used any tricks. In the eyes of others, their actions looked like a courteous junior paying homage to a kind-hearted eminent monk. Tea.

The confrontation just now was like a pebble thrown into the waves of Taihu Lake, as if it had never existed.

Jiumozhi took a sip of the tea handed to him and praised: "This poor monk has never tasted this kind of tea in Tubo. Mr. Murong, you are interested."

Murong Fu said with a smile: "What did the master say? When my father was still alive, he always mentioned the master's profound attainments in Buddhism and martial arts to the younger generation, praising the master as an unparalleled genius. The younger generation should seek more advice from the master in the future. I hope the master will not hesitate to teach me."

Jiumozhi clasped his hands together and said, "Young Master Murong is too commendable. How can a poor monk like me boast in front of Gusu Murong, who has a world-wide knowledge of martial arts?"

The two of them were talking to each other about business, and the atmosphere was very harmonious. If Murong Fu could take away the hand holding the sword hilt, Jiumozhi could disperse the flaming sword between his palms. If you are angry, then it will be more harmonious.

Murong Fu said with concern: "Junior, Yanziwu is quite remote and difficult to find. Senior, you must have spent a lot of effort to come here this time, right? Next time if master comes to my humble abode, please inform junior in advance, and I will definitely sweep the bed." Wait, walk backwards to greet us."

Yanziwu is located in the center of Taihu Lake. Even the locals in Gusu have never heard of it. The only people who know the route to Yanziwu are A'Zhu Abi's two personal maids and a few servants in charge of purchasing. A'Zhu Abi cannot betray herself, then It can only be those few compradors.

The Murong family has a great business and has always been kind to their servants. Even the lowest-class maids and servants have far more food and clothing than ordinary young ladies and young masters from small families. This ordinary expense is even more expensive. An astronomical number of pens.

After Murong Bo and his wife died one after another, Murong Fu stayed away from home all year round, leaving all the housework to Aju Abi and several assistants. Murong Fu always turned a blind eye to some of the secret operations of his subordinates. After all, This is also the practice of wealthy families. The several assistants below all make a lot of money, which is much better than ordinary wealthy families. But I didn't expect that being so lenient to others would result in a group of pickpockets. thing!

Jiumozhi naturally heard the implication in Murong Fu's words, and he was not fooled: "When Mr. Murong Bo was alive, the poor monk had never visited Yanziwu. Today, the poor monk has the honor to visit the son of his old friend. It is a blessing. "

"Old fox!"

Murong Fu cursed secretly in his heart.

At the same time, he made up his mind, even if he had to eat and sleep in the open air every day for the next few months, he would still take care of all those damn helpers! Otherwise, I won’t know when I will die in the future.

Today is a Hongmen Banquet, except that the King of Chu personally went to Pei Gong's door, and Pei Gong did not have Zhang Liang and Fan Kuai, only Cao Wushang, who did not know his identity.

Seeing that the test was fruitless, Murong Fu quickly changed the subject, looked at the three red-robed monks behind Jiumozhi who he had never met before, and said, "These three masters are very familiar to each other. I wonder if Master Jiumozhi can introduce them to the juniors?"

Jiumozhi clasped his hands together, stood up and exchanged glances with the three people behind him. The three red-robed monks nodded slightly. Jiumozhi faced Murong Fu and introduced them one by one: "These two eminent monks from Tianzhu, whose Dharma name is Zheluo Xing and Boluo Xing, the two masters are brothers from the same sect. Because they admire the Buddhism in China, they come from afar. During the journey, the poor monk was lucky enough to get to know the two eminent monks, talk about Buddhism and martial arts with them, and the great masters Comfort life.

This man, whose name is Tianmani, is the same disciple of the poor monk. He and the poor monk were taught by Master Nyingma of our sect. The last time the poor monk returned to Tubo, he told the junior monk Tianmani about the eminent monks in Dali and After hearing about Mr. Murong's style, the younger brother wished he could see the style of the family in person, so he asked the poor monk to take him with him to visit Mr. Murong at his villa. He failed to inform Mr. Murong in advance. I hope you will forgive me. "

Gan, I just said, how could a few miscellaneous soldiers give me a sense of oppression comparable to Duan Yanqing's? It turned out to be these evil stars.

Murong Fu complained secretly in his heart.

These three, except for Tianmoni who appeared in the 97 Tianlong TV series, the other two were seen in the serial version of Tianlong. These three have one thing in common, that is, they set foot in Middle-earth to go to the Shaolin Temple to steal the Seven Twelve unique martial arts secrets.

They are all people who sneaked into the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion in the middle of the night to copy books in the name of exchanging Buddhism.

Presumably at this time, these three people had not sneaked into Shaolin, so Jiumozhi bumped into them. With the greed of these three people for martial arts secrets, it is not surprising that they would hit it off with Jiumozhi, who is also greedy for martial arts secrets. After all, in Shaolin martial arts, Murong Bo also compiled a copy of dozens of special skills and placed it in Huanshi Shui Pavilion. Anyway, it was stolen. Instead of risking being beaten by the eminent monks of the Xuan generation, it was better to pick on Murong Bo. This is a soft persimmon.

At that moment, I had some concerns in my mind, so I used the opportunity to drink tea to block the curve of the corner of my mouth.

If you know the other party's background and purpose, it will be easier to handle.

In essence, these people have their own agendas. As Jiumozhi's fellow disciple, Tianmoni has to follow Jiumozhi, who started with him, as the head of the esoteric sect. Judging from his greed for martial arts, it is difficult to say that he is not interested in martial arts. There is no dissatisfaction with this status quo, only a ghost can believe it.

It would be easier for Zheluo Xing and Polo Xing. To put it simply, these two Indian Asans lost a fight with someone in their own country, and then they came up with the idea of ​​stealing martial arts secrets. Jiumo intelligently gave these two instructions. It's a blank check. I have a ready-made copy of the seventy-two stunts in my hand, which can be cashed directly. What do I have to worry about?

No matter how smart Jiumozhi is this time, he never thought that his simple introduction just now exposed the biggest shortcoming of his own camp. Who let the opposite Murong Fu cheat?

Anyway, those seventy-two stunts are useless to you, so you might as well use them to instigate the enemy.

So Murong Fu stood up and came to the three of them. As if he were a devout Buddhist, he greeted them one by one and said, "My mother also believed in Buddhism when she was alive. Today, many eminent monks and powerful monks are visiting Murong's family. A blessing.”

At the same time, he calmly forced the sound into a line and sent the sound into Zheluoxing's ears. When Zheluoxing heard the words, a look of shock appeared on his face, and then he quickly covered it up. All this lasted only a moment, and with his back facing The other party, Jiumozhi, never noticed Murong Fu's little move.

Seeing the flash of expression on the other party's face, Murong Fu knew that his strategy had worked, and he had some calculations in his mind. After saluting, he sat back at the table and continued talking to Jiumozhi.

However, Murong Fu thought he had a trick, but did not notice the faint sneer at the corner of the other party's mouth.