Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Upon hearing this question, the two were taken aback. Xu Zhu looked at Hui Lun, and Murong Fu followed suit.

Hui Lun's eyes widened: Me? Answer this question?

The three men, Murong Fu, and Murong Fu, glared at each other for a while. Then Murong Fu burst into laughter and said he wanted to change the topic:

"People say that Buddha not only has great supernatural powers, but also great compassion. So why is it that people suffer and Buddha does not save them all?"

Is it that the Buddha possessed great supernatural powers but lacked great compassion, or that the Buddha possessed great compassion but lacked great supernatural powers?

Huilun bowed and then ran off, instructing Xuzhu to treat the guest well before he left.

Xu Zhu, who considered himself to have a shallow understanding of Buddhism and had grown up in a temple since childhood, had never encountered such a question before and was almost in tears.

Murong Fu hurriedly said, "Then let's change to another one, this is the last one."

Little monk, you said that monks are not allowed to get married, and if they don't get married, they won't have sons, so they have to take in other people's sons to become monks.

"But becoming a monk or nun means severing all worldly ties. If you only eat people and don't produce any, then the world will be full of monks and nuns, and humanity will become extinct."

Xu Zhu's eyes widened, his expression more like he was about to cry: "Benefactor Murong, how about this humble monk performs a set of Arhat Fist for you to cheer you up?"

Murong Fu quickly stopped him, saying that he could just introduce which hall in Shaolin Temple enshrines which Buddha.

Xu Zhu finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to introduce the topic in a serious and methodical manner.

Murong Fu looked at the young monk in front of him and sighed inwardly. Xu Zhu was indeed passionate about what he did and had a great love for the profession of monk.

May he live his life peacefully, devoted to Buddhism and work, undisturbed by worldly affairs...

And so, the days passed quickly, and Master Xuanku's condition improved day by day. The monks in the temple also showed more respect to Murong Fu.

The seventh day arrived quickly. Master Xuanku's pulse stabilized, and he regained consciousness. His crisis was finally over.

Murong Fu took the pulse again, changed the medicine, explained all the instructions, and then prepared to go down the mountain.

When he visited the temple with Xuzhu, he found out which monastery contained the Yi Jin Jing. Since he was leaving today, he went to retrieve the scripture last night, fearing that if he retrieved it too early, people would find that the scripture was missing.

Murong Fu, who now possesses the Nine Yang Manual and the Yi Jin Jing, is very happy. Although this week has been a unique experience, it is indeed difficult to endure without wine and meat. No matter how delicious the vegetarian dishes are, they are not enough to satisfy him!

Is it some kind of craze for carbohydrates?

Murong Fu now understood why Pigsy hadn't lost weight despite traveling nearly 108,000 li on his pilgrimage: he must have been eating too many leafy greens and was consuming too much carbohydrates.

Xuanci and the other monks bowed to Murong Fu to express their gratitude, and then said to Qiao Feng, who looked somewhat haggard after a week of work:

"Benefactor Xiao, if you have thought it through, you may come to me at any time. If I am wrong, I am wrong."

But you are preoccupied with many matters. Shaolin is a peaceful place, and we will take care of Junior Brother Xuanku. You should go down the mountain with Benefactor Murong.

He then bowed to Qiao Feng, whose expression was complicated. Murong Fu then pulled him down the mountain.

Before leaving, Murong Fu glanced at Xu Zhu, who was standing to the side like a lackey, and gestured with his head up.

Upon seeing this, Xu Zhu bowed again.

......

Qiao Feng then went to the outer gate of Shaolin Temple to say goodbye to Qiao Sanhuai and his wife.

The two walked slowly down the mountain. Murong Fu noticed they seemed preoccupied and asked:

"Hey bro, what's bothering you?"

Qiao Feng sighed deeply:

"Brother, I know my own background, but seeing my enemy and being unable to take revenge makes me feel that the world is so vast, yet there is no place for me, Xiao Feng, a Khitan..."

"Hehe, brother, although you call yourself Xiao Feng, a Khitan, you have never actually lived in Khitan except for killing people there. How dare you call yourself a Khitan?"

Why not go north to the Khitan, experience the life of the Khitan people, and then compare the differences between the Song and Khitan people? Then you might have your own answer.

Qiao Feng's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Yes, I used to think that the Khitans were inhuman, repeatedly invading the Song Dynasty, capturing our people, and committing all sorts of atrocities such as burning, killing, and looting."

But... my father, who was clearly a peerless martial artist, did not kill the monk Xuanci and the others. Instead, he died for my mother's death out of grief... He was a true man. On the other hand, Kang Min and Bai Shijing actually committed adultery and killed the Da Yuan brothers. They were worse than pigs and dogs.

Since the Khitan had great men, and the Song Dynasty had its villains, perhaps...

My dear brother, I have been greatly inspired. Please accept my bow!

Qiao Feng bowed respectfully, and Murong Fu added, "Brother, don't stay in Liao for too long and forget the time. You must come to my child's one-month celebration and A'Zhu's wedding!"

During this time together, Qiao Feng learned that his brother already had a wife who was now pregnant. He planned to marry A'Zhu after the child was born and the baby was a month old.

Qiao Feng had practiced Shaolin internal skills since childhood, which was pure virginity, so he naturally didn't know much about this matter. However, he respected Murong Fu more and more, and in his heart, Murong Fu was already comparable to the sages of the past.

Whether it was martial arts skills, character, wisdom, or strategy, they all impressed Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng touched his chest; it was the invitation Murong Fu had given him earlier. With a good brother like Murong Fu, Qiao Feng had gotten through his lowest point.

Putting aside their worries, the two decided to have a contest to see who could descend the mountain first.

Half an incense stick later, Qiao Feng struggled down the mountain and saw Murong Fu already at the post station at the foot of the mountain, fanning himself and drinking tea.

Only then did he realize that Murong Fu's lightness skill was far superior to his own.

The horses were originally with Qiao Sanhuai's family, but were later brought to Shaoshi Mountain and kept in a stable at the foot of the mountain. The Shaolin monks had already prepared the horses and handed them over to the two of them.

As the two were about to part, Murong Fu gave him another five hundred taels of silver.

Qiao Feng quickly declined, saying that he had already spent a lot of money on Murong Fu these days and had received so much care from Murong Fu, so how could he accept more money?

Murong Fu then began to talk about how he was quite wealthy and how his lavish spending had boosted the economy along the way and created many jobs... Qiao Feng didn't understand, but he thought it made a lot of sense.

"If you're too shy, brother, when you come to Suzhou, please bring back some wild ginseng from the Liao Kingdom as a gift for my son's full moon celebration and for my wedding with A'Zhu. We can slice it up and soak it in wine. Wouldn't that be wonderful?!"

Hahahaha.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng no longer declined.

He felt that he, Xiao Feng, could never repay Murong Fu's kindness in his lifetime.

It was said to be a farewell, but we saw each other off again and again; ten miles was nothing more than a casual farewell.

Finally, Murong Fu watched Qiao Feng's departing figure, squinting as he pondered many things.

In his previous life in the Jin Dynasty, his favorite character was Qiao Feng. He possessed the ruthless and decisive nature of a bandit, the chivalrous spirit of a righteous hero, and the pain of a fallen hero torn between loyalty and righteousness.

He's willing to give such a good person a push.

At the same time, I thought that in the future, when I have many children and grandchildren, my Tianlong Kindergarten will need a good physical education teacher. Qiao Feng is a good choice. Isn't this job more prestigious than that of the King of the Southern Courtyard?

Upon reflection, whether it followed the original course of events or the trajectory of having many children and grandchildren, this Tianlong Kindergarten was truly deeply intertwined with Murong Fu...

By the time Murong Fu arrived at the hotel where A'Zhu was staying, it was already evening.

Murong Fu also got his wish. He experienced the Avatar he had longed for for two lifetimes.

Over the next few days, the two strolled around and finally arrived in Jiangnan.

On this day, Murong Fu and A'Zhu saw an ugly man jokingly using his light-footed skills to chase after two beautiful women who looked to be teenagers.

Upon opening the favorability system, it turned out to be Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling.