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Now that the two worlds have merged together, if Chu Liuxiang and Lu Xiaofeng both participated in the disappearance of Shenshui Palace's secret treasure Tianyi Shenshui at the same time, it would not be enough to disrupt Fu Zhenhong's plan, but it would still have some impact.

But right now, Fu Zhenhong didn't pay much attention to it.

Firstly, it was because the game he set up had been unfolding smoothly all the time, and secondly, because a week later, it was the day when the future head of Shaolin Celi would be.

In the original book, Master Tianhu of Shaolin did not choose Wuhua when he appointed the next master, but chose Wuxiang who was inferior to Wuhua in every aspect.

Fu Zhenhong didn't intend to change the plot, so the side she showed in front of Master Tianhu these years was almost the same as Wuhua in the original book.He intentionally made Master Tianhu faintly aware of the indescribable and disturbing things about him, which made the other party feel a little more apprehensive when considering the next master.

On this day when Shaolin canonized the future master.

The sky was exceptionally clear and blue, and the sun was warm. The camphor trees in Shaolin Temple swayed their branches and leaves gently under the breeze, exuding a faint fragrance.

All the Shaolin disciples put on brand-new monk clothes and Buddhist beads, and came early to the main hall where the canonization ceremony was held.

"The head of the master register should be Brother Wuhua."

"That's natural, except for Senior Brother Wu Hua, who else is qualified to succeed the head of the sect."

"That's right, Senior Brother Wuhua is proficient too much. He seems to be good at everything. As long as Senior Brother Wuhua appears, I will never see other people in my eyes."

These Shaolin disciples were discussing in twos and threes in low voices, and the topic without exception was their senior brother Wuhua. They yearned for Wuhua and admired this amazingly talented senior brother. instinctive pursuit.

All of them also believed that the next head chosen by their abbot Master Tianhu would be Wuhua. Even before Master Tianhu announced the name, they had always firmly believed that Brother Wuhua would be the head of trust.

It was also because they were certain of this fact in their hearts that when they heard that the name read out was not Wuhua, but another senior brother Wuxiang, they all opened their eyes wide in surprise, and even suspected for a moment that it was their own. There's something wrong with my ears.

"I... did I hear it right?"

"Me too... Did you hear me right?!"

"How could it be Brother Wuxiang!"

"Master, did he... make a mistake?"

Compared with the unbelievable appearance of these people, Fu Zhenhong, who had already known the result, did not react at all. His face was always calm and indifferent, as if he was not unwilling because of this unexpected result in the eyes of everyone.

All Shaolin disciples, including Wu Xiang, who was registered as the new head, subconsciously looked at Fu Zhenhong who was standing quietly by the side.

"... Wuhua..." Wuxiang's lips moved.

He wanted to say something, but found that what he originally wanted to say, after meeting the pair of eyes that Shang Wuhua looked at him because of his voice, he lost his words in an instant.

Even though he knew very well that with Wuhua's calm and elegant temperament, it is impossible to be depressed because of this, but he still couldn't help caring about Wuhua's feelings, and paying attention to Wuhua's joy and happiness.

"Wu Hua, I didn't expect... I..." Wu Xiang said nervously, his cheeks were flushed because he was eager to explain.

"Senior brother." Fu Zhenhong saw his eagerness, and said in a gentle voice, "Master chose you, so you have to have more confidence in yourself."

A simple sentence immediately dissipated the fear and panic in Wuxiang's heart that he was suddenly selected as the head. He nodded heavily, "I will." His tone was firm and serious.

Fu Zhenhong smiled slightly when she heard the words, and said nothing more.

As for the other juniors, seeing that Senior Brother Wuhua had already comforted Senior Brother Wuxiang so much, naturally they would not have any objections.It's just that although they didn't speak in the main hall of the Buddhist hall, they couldn't help but whispered a few words after the inscription ceremony was over.

All kinds of news in Jianghu have always spread the fastest, but within a few hours, the new head of Shaolin is not Wuhua, but Wuxiang, who is nothing compared to Wuhua, and it has spread to other people. in the ears.

But when everyone was feeling sorry for Wuhua, Fu Zhenhong was secretly sending messages to Tianfeng Shishilang.

On the night of early summer, the stars twinkled in the dark sky, and the bright moonlight passed through the thin clouds and sprinkled down from the sky, bringing a piece of silver light to the earth.

In the clear and cold moonlight, the halo of the bright moon shone from the window into Fu Zhenhong's room, and merged with the candlelight inside the room to form a warm light.

Fu Zhenhong put the letter she had read in the candle flame that was gently shaking due to the breeze, and watched the letter be burned to ashes by the flame.

After cleaning up the gray and black residue of letter paper, Fu Zhenhong saw that it was still early, so she sat on a stool and read Buddhist scriptures.

The Buddha said that the Buddha body is the dharma body, which is born from immeasurable merits and virtues to wisdom, and is born from precepts, concentration, wisdom, liberation, knowledge and seeing.

When the body is in pain, it is advisable to take care of the mind well, and when it is not shaken by the external environment, the center will not be able to think.

Fu Zhenhong looked at these words in the scriptures, feeling very calm in her heart.Those who sincerely converted to Buddhism would definitely be enlightened after seeing these contents, but Fu Zhenhong was not, neither his true identity in this fusion world nor his soul itself.

So these mantras would not cause any waves in Fu Zhenhong's heart, but even so, on the surface, it was a monk in white who was immersed in the Zen truth of Buddhism.

Fu Zhenhong watched like this for not long, when suddenly an afterimage flashed outside the window, it was so fast, it was like the wind, and it was almost impossible to catch.

[Xiaohong, it's Chu Liuxiang. ]

[Um. ]

Even if the weak chicken system didn't remind him, Fu Zhenhong could guess who it was. After all, in today's world, only Chu Liuxiang, who is known as the number one qinggong master in the world, can have such a speed.

Fu Zhenhong thought of the fact that his master Master Tianhu appointed the new head today, and Chu Liuxiang probably came here because of this.

But Chu Liuxiang didn't show up and came to him directly, so Fu Zhenhong pretended not to notice the man sitting on a camphor tree not far from the window.

Chu Liuxiang's night vision is very good, and the failure of his sense of smell makes him far superior in hearing and vision. It is precisely because of this that even after a distance, Chu Liuxiang can clearly see the monk in white in the room.

Chu Liuxiang, who was also dressed in white, sat casually on the tree, his eyes passed through the gaps in the leaves, and by moonlight and candlelight, fell on the face of the monk in white.

From his point of view, the facial features of the white-clothed monk looked softer than that night on the lonely boat in the West Lake.Most likely it was the serious look of the other party immersed in the Buddhist scriptures, as elegant and quiet as a painting.

There is a sense of static beauty all over the body.

People don't want to disturb, let alone destroy.

Chu Liuxiang found that Wuhua's eyelashes were very long, thick and dark, like his eyes, the color of ink.At this moment, because he lowered his eyes to look at the scriptures in his hand, his thick eyelashes drooped naturally, and the shadows cast on his eyelids were like the tracing of a calligraphy brush.

In fact, at the very beginning, when Chu Liuxiang heard that Shaolin’s trusted leader was Wuxiang instead of Wuhua, he could have ignored it, but thinking of the two people drinking together that night, Chu Liuxiang finally decided to come to Shaolin. , even though he knew that Wuhua didn't care about being the head of the sect, he still came.

But Chu Liuxiang originally planned to take a look at Wuhua, just to meet each other without saying anything, and then leave after this matter in his heart, but finally sat down on the tree.

Time just passed by.

The candles in the room were already half burned, and the moon outside the window gradually disappeared into the clouds.

For as long as Fu Zhenhong sat on the stool reading, Chu Liuxiang watched him from the tree outside.

Until Chou Shi, Fu Zhenhong closed the scriptures and read almost two-thirds of them, raised her head and looked out the window, only then did Chu Liuxiang, who was accurately caught by Fu Zhenhong's gaze, realize that it was getting late .

Fu Zhenhong stood up, walked slowly to the window, and said softly, "Is Xiangshuai planning to spend the night here?"

Even the words with a hint of ridicule, uttered by Fu Zhenhong's mouth, revealed a kind of gentle warmth and tranquility.

Chu Liuxiang heard the words, but she didn't peek at the embarrassment of being discovered by the rightful owner. Instead, she flew down from the tree with a smile, came out of the window, and greeted Fu Zhenhong in a joking way: " If you don't have an invitation from flowers, it's okay."

In fact, Chu Liuxiang was a little surprised when he was pointed out by Wuhua, because he himself found it a little unbelievable that he would just look at a person like this for nearly an hour and a half.

Although this person is a beauty, he is also a man of the same gender as him.

But right now, after looking at Wuhua at close range through a window, Ai suddenly feels that all this seems to be taken for granted, after all, this person is Wuhua.

No flowers are the bright moon, and almost no one will refuse to appreciate the bright moon.

He, Chu Liuxiang, is just an acquaintance.

"The night is cool and the dew is heavy. If Xiang Shuai doesn't mind, you can come in and have a cup of tea." Fu Zhenhong said.

Chu Liuxiang came to Shaolin Temple because of a kind of care and concern, so now that the two have started communicating, with Fu Zhenhong's current status, she should not ignore it emotionally or rationally.Letting Chu Liuxiang come in to drink tea and go to dew, this is a response to the other party's concern.

Although Fu Zhenhong didn't express it clearly, Chu Liuxiang could understand, just as Chu Liuxiang didn't say clearly that she came here because of the new head.

Both of them are very clear in their hearts.

And this kind of appropriate and beneficial way of getting along is also one of the reasons why Chu Liuxiang has a good impression of Wuhua. The wonderful monk in Shaolin, Wuhua's wonderfulness, is his talent and wisdom like a mirror.

Chu Liuxiang stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering gently in the evening wind, he looked at Wuhua, and said with a leisurely smile: "Clear tea is good, but it would be even better if there is a pot of champion red."

Fu Zhenhong smiled lightly: "I don't have Zhuangyuanhong, but there is a pot of plain rice wine. If Xiangshuai doesn't mind, I'll go and get it."

Chu Liuxiang cupped his hands and bowed, "Then there will be no trouble."