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Chapter 421 Xuan Ku's Memories

Wang Yuyan began to doubt her life even more. The cave master, who was originally destined to go to Zhongtian Mountain and might not be remembered by Tonglao, now had the nickname of Little Turtle.

The spell really changed the fate of many people.

For example, her whole family died.

Li Lin noticed Wang Yuyan's low mood and held her hand at the right time, "Do you need me to help? If you are willing, Murong Fu can be killed immediately."

This is not abrupt. We have already hugged each other, so what's the big deal about shaking hands?

[Tracing the origin]
He gently grasped in the air with his big hand.

A silk thread suddenly emerged from the air, with a faint flash of blood on it.

The two bamboo leaves automatically fell and overlapped, flew out of Li Lin's hand and turned into a pair of scissors with a cold glow.

"It is Murong Fu's lifeline, as long as you are willing."

Li Lin did not finish his words, but the scissors he handed over automatically completed the rest of his words.

"Why are you hesitating?" Huang Rong urged, "Go ahead, Brother Lin is not going to give you a chance."

"The art of warding off evil?" Wuyazi suppressed his desire to add more content to the "Mantra Sutra" and looked at his granddaughter. "Child, just do it."

"Young Master, just do it." Feng Bo'e urged.

Murong Fu has changed his clothes now, no, he has become a different person.

He was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a big flat nose, and a rather ugly appearance. His monk's robe had many patches on it, but it was very clean.

Although he had left Azhu, his transformation skills had already reached the level of human body transformation.

He has never revealed this trick to anyone.

Because he once thought of replacing the emperor by doing this.

but now.
He began to wonder if the exposure was worth it.

He was just blocking Qiao Feng, not assassinating him, so there was no need to disguise.

He had clearly made a plan and had secretly observed Xuan Ku's behavior for nearly half a year, but when it came time to implement it, he hesitated.

Xuan Ku is Qiao Feng's master after all, and his fundamental spells have not been revealed. He knows two of the seventy-two unique skills, [Demon Subduing Palm] and [Burning Wood Sword Technique]. Should he be replaced by a little monk?
This is what he has become now.

But how could the young monk of the Xu generation get close to Qiao Feng and stop him in time?

Thinking of this, he extended his monk's robe hand, but then retracted it.

An indecisive nature took over.

He also used the secret of [Sound Transmission] to reply to Feng Bo behind him, "I thought about it and realized that I am of good family background. I grew up in Shaolin Temple."

"Moreover, this little monk is not good at speaking, is dull and pedantic, and is easy to imitate."

"His internal strength level is also average. The acupoints I pressed can make him sleep from now until tomorrow morning."

"Xuan Ku is actually hard to control."

"As Xu Zhu, I just need to be silly and pretend to peek at Qiao Feng and get closer."

The reason why Murong Fu didn't just kill them was because there was a monk in Shaolin Temple who had mastered the family spell, a spell that could detect the status of family members.

All registered disciples are protected by this spell.

If a disciple dies, a sharp sound will be heard from the large vat behind Xuan Ci on the high platform.

"Young Master is smart." Feng Bo'e turned his back to Xu Zhu, pretending that his attention was entirely focused on the competition on the ring.

Xu Zhu, with a look of reluctance on his face, shook his head and chanted "Amitabha" as he walked towards the monks.

Most of the monks who noticed him approaching snorted coldly and walked away.

With Abbot Xuanci taking the lead in marrying a wife, there are very few monks willing to abide by the precepts.

However, Xu Zhu was a minority who took the precepts. No, he was a minority among the minority. He incorporated the observance of the precepts into every one of his habits. Even when drinking water, he would recite the 'Water Drinking Mantra' to liberate the 84,000 tiny insects in each bowl of water in order to satisfy his own 'selfish desire' to drink water.

He is like a mirror, reflecting the ugly side of those monks who find excuses not to take the ordination.

Unfortunately, he is ugly and has average talent.

Therefore, except for his master, Xuan Ku and a few other monks, no one liked him.

"Xu Zhu, you are here too."

Xuan Ku had a bitter face, as he was worried that the Shaolin monks no longer observed the precepts and were aggressive and violent.

Then he saw the good boy in his eyes, Xu Zhu, appear before him.

He smiled immediately.

Murong Fu couldn't help feeling a little proud, and at the same time he comforted himself that he was not a coward before, but rather a wise one.

"Master uncle," 'Xu Zhu' said, his eyes sparkling with admiration, and he danced awkwardly, "I want to meet Boss Qiao," he made a gesture that made the Korean man furious, "Just get a little closer, I heard he's a great hero."

At such a close distance, with Xuan Ku's cultivation level, he can see through any means of disguise.

Therefore, he did not raise any suspicion.

Instead, he sighed, "A great hero?"

A trace of love and pain flashed in his eyes, "Feng'er is indeed great. But I would rather he wasn't a great hero, so he wouldn't have to mingle in the muddy rivers and lakes and the court, and experience life and death several times. I would rather he was too bitter!"

Murong Fu couldn't help but sneer in his heart. He was still miserable? He was stupid! If I were him, I would have been the emperor long ago!

But on the surface he could only show his approval of the elders' words, and a bit of confusion due to Xu Zhu's limited intelligence, "Why doesn't Boss Qiao take the precepts and just become a lay disciple? It is a beautiful thing to serve the Buddha for life, eat vegetarian food and recite scriptures."

Xuan Ku's gaze swept aimlessly across Xuan Ci on the stage, recalling that painful memory.

"Brother Abbot, why did Feng'er go to the Beggars' Sect?"

"In terms of character, he respects his teachers and is friendly with his peers."

"In terms of martial arts, he easily mastered two of the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills, one of which is the Dragon Capturing Kung Fu that no one has mastered in a hundred years."

"Brother Xuanku, you know his identity, right?" Xuanci said, "It is an exception to teach him unique skills. As for staying in Shaolin, you should know what he did when he was seven years old!"

"That doctor looked down on the poor and didn't take their lives seriously. It was despicable, but it wasn't a capital crime."

"And he wanted to kill someone because of this. It's too barbaric and cruel for a seven-year-old child to kill someone. The evil nature of his Khitan bloodline has already been revealed at such a young age."

"Xuan Ci!" The rosary in Xuan Ku's hand fell to the ground. "Then why don't you mention that this doctor not only verbally abused Feng'er's mother but also kicked her and asked her to pay for the clothes! Why don't you mention that he also pushed Feng'er out of the clinic, leaving Feng'er with a bloody head! Why don't you mention that Feng'er was wrongly accused of stealing money from home because of this!"

"Because you feel guilty! Every time you see Feng'er you think of the wrong things you did, so you want to drive him away, right?"

Xuan Ci lowered his head and turned his back, and before leaving the room he said, "Junior brother, I know you have always treated him like a son, but now that the lust ring is gone, you might as well find someone who understands your warmth and give birth to a son."

My dear son!
Such slanderous words about Buddha actually came from the abbot, and in this pure Buddhist place.

Xuan Ku woke up from his memories with trembling lips.

Looking at the familiar faces who were preparing to fight the Beggars' Sect for fame, he sighed again.

"The seven sufferings mentioned by the Buddha are birth, aging, sickness, death, meeting with those we hate, separation from those we love, and failure to obtain what we desire."

"Xuan Ku, it turns out that I am just an ordinary person floating in the sea of ​​suffering."

"Go and rest."

Looking at Xuan Ku who left inexplicably, Murong Fu thought to himself, "This old monk must be crazy."

But he didn't care. He had achieved his goal through Xuan Ku and approached the platform as a monk of the Xu generation.

Qiao Feng even smiled at him.

The Dog Emperor also nodded slightly to him for Qiao Feng's sake.

This was simply the highlight of his life. He even felt that it was worth it even if he died at this moment!

"Master succeeded!" In the carriage, Bao Bu Tong looked around with disdain like a victorious old hen, "I think that even without your help, Master can assassinate Emperor Song by himself."

Tang Mu raised his eyebrow without an eyebrow. The news that Murong Fu had successfully hidden himself offset the murderous intent he had raised towards Bao Bu Tong.

Bao Bu Tong managed to save his life.

The same is true for Murong Fu.

Just when Wang Yuyan was about to cut off Murong Fu's lifeline.

A clear male voice sounded outside the bamboo house.

"I am Duan Yu, the prince of Zhennan. I have no wish to disturb Ya Zun's peace. My father sent me to look for my sister."

There was a sense of peace in this voice.

Wang Yuyan put down the scissors.

Wuyazi was annoyed at being disturbed, but he didn't get angry. He just replied, "There is no one named Duan in this room."

"Is there anyone with the surname Wang?" Duan Yu continued.

At the same time, a stiff voice sounded, "Excuse me, Lord Ya. My basic spell is the blood bond spell. Miss Wang is the daughter of Duan Zhengchun, the King of Zhennan in Dali."

"So?" Wuyazi's elegant face revealed a mouthful of cold white teeth, "My daughter Qingluo is just a concubine without a title?"

The spell in his mind turned into a heart-destroying spell, and a sense of madness surged out from his vast inner breath.

"Grandfather." Wang Yuyan stopped Wuyazi.

This was the reason why she had never heard of the original fate she had seen, for fear that her grandfather would get angry.

Although she no longer wanted to have anything to do with Duan Yu and Duan Zhengchun, she also didn't want to see them die.

Duan Yu gave a bitter smile, he didn't expect that Crow Lord would be so powerful.

The aura she exuded alone was enough to make his hair stand on end.

At the same time, he was somewhat moved.

Because Duan Yanqing was already guarding him silently.

Although Prince Yanqing was not on good terms with my father and uncle, he treated him as his own son. He taught him martial arts and martial arts experience strictly, but at the same time he was kind to him.

"That's the Crow Lord." Qiao Feng jumped up and transformed into a cloud dragon and flew towards the cliff.

"Damn it!" Tang Mu was extremely angry.

What a great opportunity this is for Qiao Feng to leave Emperor Song.

But the rest of the troops have not been arranged yet.

"Where is Jiumozhi?"

Jiumozhi, who was in charge of blocking the Buddhist kingdom, was wandering around in the Sutra Library like a mouse that had fallen into a rice jar.

"One Finger Zen!"

"Maha Finger Technique! [Three Entrances to Hell] can actually change in this way!"

"Mind and Will Hunyuan Gong!"

"Arhat's Divine Power!"

At this moment he had forgotten all his tasks.

On the corridor outside the window, a skinny monk in a green robe was bending over and sweeping the floor with a broom.

He walked into the Sutra Library without hiding anything, "Forget it, forget it."

What is creepy is that even though the monk’s broom had touched the upper of Jiumozhi’s shoes, Jiumozhi seemed to be unaware.

He also flipped through the Buddhist scriptures that he should have had no time to read.

My mood also becomes more peaceful.

Xiao Yuanshan was also in a very peaceful mood.

Seeing his son leaving Emperor Song, he did not let his men take action.

Because now is not the most appropriate time.

Not only did he want his son to ascend the throne, he also wanted his son's reputation to be intact and not to have the same ignominious history of becoming emperor as Zhao Kuangyin.

He hoped that every mention of his son in history books would be praise.

Murong Fu alone might not be able to stop Feng'er, but what if he joins?

Moreover, his subordinate has become the second most trusted person of Emperor Song.

"Damn it, those Liao dogs didn't take any action!" Tang Mu was furious.

“No, no—” Bao Bu Tong’s thick neck was lifted up by Tang Mu like a chicken, and the breath of death passed through Tang Mu’s hand into Bao Bu Tong’s body.

Bao Bu Tong's ruddy face gradually lost its color, and his short legs were hanging in the air, kicking hard.

"Don't let me kill you!" Tom swung his right arm and threw Bao Bu Tong to the ground.

Bao Bu Tong panted, "Got it."

He only admitted defeat verbally, but in his heart he kept swearing and even played the game of mental victory, "How dare the descendant of a scoundrel treat me like this! If it weren't for the young master... Humph!"

"I understand." Duan Yu bowed towards the bamboo house, "I will ask my father to come quickly."

When Wang Yuyan stepped forward, Wuyazi did not pursue the matter further.

He was just threatening that Duan Zhengchun must come over himself. If he didn't come, he would go over and castrate him.

When Qiao Feng saw that they were just members of the Dali royal family, he exchanged a few brief greetings and left.

On the other side, the contestants on the ring have been replaced by people from Shaolin and Beggars' Sect.

But this is as it should be.

This competition was said to be to decide the leader of the martial arts world, but in fact it was a dispute between Shaolin and the Beggars' Sect.

The separatist forces such as Lingjiu Palace and the wandering people from Jianghu appear only to warm up for the upcoming competition and to demonstrate their own power and strength.

Just like the crane in the clouds known as the Crane Immortal.

After winning a few games, he stepped down on his own.

If he doesn't give himself respect, the Beggars' Sect and Shaolin might give him respect.

But with the appearance of Zhan Mu, the leader of the Suzhou branch of the Beggars' Sect.

A group of dark shadows, one of the senior monks of the Hui generation from the Shaolin Temple, leapt onto the towering entrance platform with a few leaps.

Heroes: "Xi Fuzi!" "I knew it was him!" "Beauty belongs only to the strong!"
At the same time, a woman in a emerald skirt in the crowd shouted, "Le Pu, Brother Mu, don't do it."

Lepu refers to Slepu, the common name for Sifu.

This woman is Li Li.

Zhan Mu’s wife and Xi Fuzi’s childhood sweetheart.

"Lili," Xi Fuzi snorted coldly and pulled out the software from his belt. "Don't worry, for your sake, I will spare his life."

"Lepu~" Zhan Mu pulled out the Pudao on his back, his eyes narrowed into a slit, which contained unparalleled murderous intent, but he still gritted his teeth and said: "Lili, I will also spare his life."

(End of this chapter)