Murong Fu Dongfangqing

Murong Fu shook his head and said: "I don't like this bamboo, may I ask Master, have you heard of the Marrow Cleansing Sutra?"

The fat monk rubbed his head and fell into deep thought, "The Sutra of Washing the Marrow...the Sutra of Washing the Marrow, the name is so familiar, where did you hear it?"

Murong Fu looked at him nervously, after a long while the fat monk slapped his forehead and said: "I remembered, the marrow washing sutra, I will, I will!"

Murong Fu was ecstatic, "Really? Then use the Marrow Cleansing Sutra in exchange."

This time the fat monk shook his head indifferently and didn't speak.

Murong Fu's expression became tense, and he said hastily: "Master, I am terminally ill, and I must practice the marrow-washing sutra to save my life. I implore master to be merciful and pass on the marrow-washing sutra to me."

At this time, the fat monk said with a shrewd look: "Not enough, you don't have enough barbecue."

Murong Fu felt relieved, as long as it wasn't for non-Shaolin disciples not passing it on, "Then how much is enough?"

The fat monk pondered for a while and said, "Okay, I want to eat a dish. If you can cook it for me, I will copy the scriptures for you."

Murong Fu asked: "What kind of food?"

"This dish is very simple. In fact, it is roasted beef strips, but this beef is a little special. It is made of four kinds of meat, that is: pig's ears, calf's kidneys, roe and rabbit meat. Let the green bamboo shoots be mixed with vegetables, it is really delicious! I gave it a nice name called 'Yudi Who's Listening to Luomei'"

The fat monk swallowed, his eyes sparkling.

Murong Fu had a black thread all over his head, he was completely overwhelmed by it.Said: "Okay, master, wait a moment, I will do it for you."

Murong Fu came to the town at the foot of the mountain, paid someone in a restaurant to make a roast beef strips according to the fat monk's instructions, and bought a jug of wine to bring with him.

After the fat monk finished eating, he didn't break his promise, he directly wrote it on the ground with golden bamboo, the whole scripture was more than a thousand words, Murong Fu quickly memorized it completely, he recited it silently in his heart, suddenly felt comfortable all over, and secretly praised this scripture in his heart The magic of the medulla.

Then, under the reluctant eyes of the fat monk, he left the back mountain, and he could still hear the fat monk shouting from afar: "You should come often, I still have Tathagata God's Palm, Nine Suns Scripture, and Yijinjing... ..." Murong Fu almost fell down.

This trip is a complete success, and it is time to leave Shaolin Temple.Taking out the yellow cloth bag hidden in the meditation room, I thought of the great kindness the two eminent monks of Shaolin Temple had done to me, so it was not kind of me to do so.

After hesitating for a while, Murong Fu finally gritted his teeth and decided to put the scriptures back, so he took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and copied a copy of the Yi Jin Jing.

Wet the book again with clear water, sure enough the scriptures on the pages disappeared, and there appeared many strange monks and exercise routes, Murong Fu made another copy of the scriptures, and finally dried the book.

The material of this book page is indeed very special. After drying, it will return to its original shape, without any appearance of being invaded by water.That night, I took an opportunity to put the scriptures back in their original place.

The next day, Murong Fu went down the mountain again to make roasted beef strips, roasted some hares, bought a pot of wine and sent it to Damo Cave, and then bid farewell to the abbot and left.

Carrying a package on the way down the mountain, Murong Fu was in a good mood and was thinking about where to go next. The Huashan School had the Five Mountains Sword Art, and the Knights Island had the Taixuan Scripture, but these places were guarded by masters. Martial arts are really...

Suddenly, Murong Fu tilted his head, a gust of wind brushed past his face, he turned his head and saw two scorched black fingerprints left on the tree trunk next to him, "Wuxiang Jiezhi!"

Murong Fu was shocked, thinking that the eminent monks of Shaolin Temple had discovered the theft of Yi Jin Jing, turned around and saw a black-clothed masked monk standing two feet to the left, only a pair of sharp eyes and gray eyebrows could be seen.

"It turned out to be him."Murong Fu smiled wryly in his heart, before he brazenly told the sweeping monk that the only one who could get close to him by two feet in Shaolin Temple without being noticed was the sweeping monk.

Unexpectedly, he was slapped in the face again and again, first was the mysterious fat monk of Dharma Cave, then Xiao Yuanshan, and that cheap old man could do it too, I don't know how many masters there are hidden in Shaolin Temple, I am still too tender.

Xiao Yuanshan said in a surprised voice: "You are young, you have good knowledge, you are worthy of the name of Gusu Murong."

Murong Fu was annoyed and said sarcastically: "Your Excellency is also a martial arts senior, so if you sneak up on a child like this, you are not afraid of being ridiculed if it spreads."

"Heh, you don't have to provoke me, I'm afraid I've never even heard of my name in Jianghu." Xiao Yuanshan said lightly.

"Tch, haven't I heard of it? How about I go back and tell Abbot Xuanci to see if he has heard of it?" But Murong Fu just thought in his heart, this secret is of great use, and it is not time to expose him. He opened his mouth and said, "Why did you come here, senior?"

Xiao Yuanshan was silent for a while, "Hand over the things you stole from the Bodhi Courtyard!"

Murong Fu's heart trembled, and then he thought carefully, he didn't directly talk about the Yi Jin Jing, obviously he didn't know what was in the Bodhi Courtyard, but he also knew that I had been to the Bodhi Courtyard, obviously he saw me when I went in and out of the Bodhi Courtyard , I don’t know when it was seen. "I didn't steal anything from the Bodhi Courtyard!"

"Hmph, I've seen it all, and you still have to argue."

"Then what do you say I stole?"

Xiao Yuanshan's face froze, "I didn't notice this, you open the package and let me search it."

Originally, Murong Fu's package contained only a few copies of Buddhist scriptures, which were used to deceive others, but he was really upset when he was inspected like this, "Hmph, why!"

"It's based on this!", Xiao Yuanshan suddenly raised his two fingers together, and pointed at Murong Fu with a "swipe". Murong Fu had already been secretly on guard, and immediately stretched out his index finger to poke at it, but it was Yi Yang who had just reached the third rank. refer to.

With a "chi" sound, the forces collided, and the two phases canceled each other out, Xiao Yuanshan stood motionless on the spot, but Murong Fu took two steps back involuntarily.

"King Kong Finger!"

"Yangzhi!"

The two said in unison.

Immediately Xiao Yuanshan made a stance of a tiger descending the mountain and rushed towards Murong Fu, and in the middle changed his stance and used a stance of powerful Vajra Palm, Murong Fu felt the strong wind blowing towards his face, just as he was about to draw his sword, the sword was slapped away by Xiao Yuanshan's palm. Then he used Wuying Shenquan to meet him.

Fighting with dozens of moves, fists and palms intersecting, Xiao Yuanshan's palms are incomparably fierce and imply mysterious, while Murong Fu's Wuying Shenquan is invisible and invisible, but it can be dispelled one by one by Xiao Yuanshan every time. He was beaten all the time.

Fortunately, he was protected by Beiming Divine Art, so he didn't suffer any injuries, but he looked a little embarrassed.

Beiming Divine Art was originally a divine art that was almost invincible in melee combat, but Xiao Yuanshan's internal energy was much higher than his, and he did not dare to directly absorb Xiao Yuanshan's internal energy, otherwise he would suffer backlash.

Xiao Yuanshan became more and more frightened as he fought. This teenage boy had deep inner strength. He had already used [-]% of his strength and was still completely caught by him. Although his moves were immature, they really couldn't help him. The internal force always disappears inexplicably.

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