Murong Fu Dongfangqing

Murong Fu said that he went to the Sutra Pavilion to copy scriptures just to divert attention, and the real goal was the Yi Jin Jing placed in the Bodhi Court.

As for the Shaolin 72 stunts, he really doesn't like it. It's not that the power is not enough, but the martial arts of Shaolin Temple are inherited in one continuous line, which contains many Buddhist principles. Be obsessed, the gain outweighs the loss.

For two days in a row, Murong Fu was reading on the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion, during which time he went to find out the Canuleng Sutra and checked the mezzanine inside, and sure enough there was no Nine Suns Sutra.

However, as long as he saw an older book, he would check carefully to see if there was any interlayer and the like. He wanted to find something missing, but he naturally found nothing.

Murong Fu shook his head amusedly, scolding himself for being too greedy.Not to mention martial arts cheats, even the legendary floor-sweeping monk has no chance to see it.

But he also knew that the sweeping monk might be peeking at him somewhere.

On the night of the third day, Murong Fu had already found out the location of the Bodhi Courtyard, so he sneaked into the back hall of the Bodhi Courtyard while the guarding disciples were on duty.

Looking at this bronze mirror, which is taller than an adult, Murong Fu couldn't help but click his tongue. Such a big bronze mirror should be very valuable in this era. Shaolin Temple is really rich. I couldn't help but think of the beggar gang, who also used beggars. Why is there such a gap? Big?

On the bronze mirror, it is written that "all conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and they should be viewed as such."

Murong Fu recalled the process of Ah Zhu stealing the Yi Jin Jing, stretched out his right index finger, and pressed the word "一" on the first line, the word "Meng" on the second line, and the first "Ru" on the third line. Click the word "Yes", and click the word "Yes" in the fourth line.

Before Murong Fu's fingers left, there was a rattling sound, and the bronze mirror slowly turned up.

There was a yellow cloth bag inside the bronze mirror. Murong Fu picked up the yellow cloth bag, opened it, and found a yellow-brown ancient book with three strangely shaped characters written on it.

A look of joy flashed across Murong Fu's face, he hurriedly put away the yellow cloth bag, turned down the bronze mirror, and left quietly.

Back at the residence, Murong Fu originally wanted to go down the mountain immediately, but on second thought, his sudden arrival had already aroused suspicion, if he left suddenly again, maybe Shaolin Temple would find out that the Yi Jin Jing had been stolen, and if he sent experts to investigate, he would not You must be able to go out of the scope of Shaolin Temple.

So I hid the Yi Jin Jing in my residence, and continued to copy Buddhist scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion as usual the next day.

On this day, Murong Fu was looking at a Buddhist scripture boredly, but it was actually an unnamed mental method recorded in the practice of "Dou Zhuan Xing Shi Yi". For more than a year, Murong Fu took time to practice every day, and he couldn't stop at all.

Because he can clearly feel the benefits brought by this mental method, not to mention the continuous growth of the six senses, and the speed of practicing martial arts is also getting faster and faster.

"Huh..." Suddenly there was a surprise, Murong Fu hurriedly stopped his efforts and looked up, only to see an old monk standing beside a bookshelf. Unfortunately, isn't it game over.

Looking carefully, the old monk was dressed in a blue monk robe, with a thin body and a haggard appearance. His sparse long beard was completely white, and he was holding a broom in his hand.

Murong Fu immediately stood in awe, this is obviously the legendary sweeping monk, he finally saw a living person.

Murong Fu bowed and saluted and said: "Murong Fu, junior, I have met the master."

The sweeping monk shook his head slightly and said, "What master is not a master, the old monk is just a sweeper."

Murong Fu thought to himself: "Look, how fresh and refined this person's pretense is, but he won't be struck by lightning. I have to learn a little bit in the future."

He said: "Grandmaster is being modest. Although this junior is shallow in martial arts, he is quite good at spiritual perception. In the entire Shaolin Temple, the only person in Shaolin Temple who can approach the junior around two feet around without being noticed is probably only Grandmaster."

When Murong Fu said this, he was not boasting, the range of spiritual perception he had just obtained from the Wuming Mind Dharma was probably no worse than that of the Central Plains Wujue.

Sweeping Monk was noncommittal about this question, but seeing himself dressed like this, there are very few young people who can be respected like Murong Fu, so he couldn't help but feel good about him, and said slowly:

"In the past few days, the old monk has seen the little benefactor several times, and he only thinks that the benefactor is extremely talented. Just now, he accidentally glanced at the little benefactor, but found that the soul of the little benefactor seems to be more than twice as powerful as an ordinary adult. The sound disturbed the little benefactor."

Murong Fu's heart trembled, he felt like he was being seen through, could it be that the secret of time travel was discovered?Seeing that Murong Fu was silent, the sweeping monk opened his mouth to explain:

"The theory of the soul may be too illusory, but the spirit of the little benefactor is indeed much stronger than ordinary people, so the talent and spiritual sense are much higher than ordinary people."

"It's okay, it's okay, it was a false alarm." Murong Fu breathed a sigh of relief.

The floor-sweeping monk continued to say: "It was a good thing at first, but the little benefactor is too young, so he will suffer bad luck if he continues like this."

Murong Fu didn't realize what the words meant for a while, and looked at the sweeping monk with a puzzled expression.

The sweeping monk continued: "It's like the beams in this house. Originally, the stronger and thicker the beams, the better, but if the pillars on the beams are too thin or the quality is poor, the house will naturally collapse."

Murong Fu suddenly realized that the sweeping monk said that his soul is strong, it should be true, he was originally a soul from time travel, and he merged with the original soul of Murong Fu, so it is certain that he is strong.

With the knowledge of later generations, Murong Fu quickly understood the meaning of the sweeping monk. He didn't expect that too strong a soul would cause future troubles. Thinking about it, many people in later generations even lost their minds because of their overdeveloped brains. Put in a mental hospital.

This is not bad, thinking of Hawking, he was immediately paralyzed.Simply put, the soul is too strong and the body is too small to support it.

Thinking of this, Murong Fu was also a little scared, he was indeed getting more and more energetic, he always thought it was because of the nameless mental method.

Now it seems that this is not a good thing. If this continues, I am afraid that the immortal will become crazy or disabled. Immediately bowed to the sweeping monk, "Please teach me, master."

Murong Fu didn't know, in fact, part of his soul power was sleeping, but it was awakened in advance because of practicing the nameless mental method, so there was this disaster.

The sweeping monk thought for a while before saying: "The old monk has never seen your situation, but it stands to reason that as long as you can strengthen your flesh and blood from the inside, it can be solved."

"Strengthen flesh and blood from within?"

"That's right, it means strengthening your bones, marrow, internal organs, etc. However, the human body's flesh and blood foundation is innate, and it grows slowly the day after tomorrow. It is not easy to enhance it in a short period of time."

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