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

Unlike Kumārajīva and Murong Bo, Murong Fu did not possess the ability to remember everything he saw.

So, having confirmed that the Lankavatara Sutra was indeed the Nine Yang True Scripture, I made several copies after returning home. I carried one copy with me and kept the rest in my personal storage space.

He took it out now, as if to settle his karmic debt with Murong Bo.

He was just saying it casually, about Japan and restoring the country. Murong Bo did have a chance to restore the country there, but Murong Fu didn't count on it.

He had just realized that Murong Bo had already gone mad with demonic possession, much more so than Kumārajīva.

The Nine Yang Manual is an unparalleled divine skill, naturally possessing miraculous effects such as healing and poison prevention. Moreover, it has a low entry barrier. For example, Jueyuan of Shaolin thought it was a physical exercise similar to the Five Animal Frolics, but unknowingly, his internal strength became extremely powerful.

However, it is best to practice martial arts while still a virgin, as this will make the most of the training. People like Jueyuan, Zhang Junbao, and Zhang Wuji in later generations were all virgins.

So Murong Fu originally intended to give it to his own child for cultivation, but unexpectedly it benefited Murong Bo first. Considering that he had spent thirty years in Shaolin Temple, spending all his time with the senior monks, he could be considered a half-baked virgin.

Murong Fu judged that as long as Murong Bo stopped practicing Shaolin's unique skills and focused on the Nine Yang Manual, he would most likely be able to eliminate the predicament of going into qi deviation.

Murong Bo took the manuscript and the silver, and said, "What kind of scripture is this... can it really compare to the exquisite skills of Shaolin?"

Murong Fu said:

Have you felt an unbearable burning sensation in your Qihai acupoint and Dantian in recent years?

The inner side of my arm feels like it's being pricked with needles, and the Laogong acupoint in my palm is extremely painful.

"Could it be that at any moment, the Ren and Du meridians would reverse, causing white steam to rise from the top of the head and the face to turn bluish-green?"

This was his previous statement to Kumārajīva, but clearly, Murong Bo's symptoms were more severe.

The key to Shaolin skills is not the "skills" but the "Shaolin".

Without Buddhist cultivation, one's martial arts skills may deteriorate with practice, harming the body and even endangering one's life.

"Have your martial arts skills deteriorated over the years?"

Murong Bo was deeply shaken. The mystery that had puzzled him for years was finally solved. No wonder, despite spending so many years at Shaolin Temple and mastering numerous powerful techniques, his internal energy hadn't seemed to improve. He had initially thought it was due to old age and declining martial arts skills, but...

Seeing that he had realized the problem, Murong Fu continued, "This 'Nine Yang Manual' was created by Bodhidharma. It is extremely righteous and yang, and has miraculous healing effects. You will understand once you study it."

If you stop practicing that Shaolin martial art and instead focus on cultivating the Nine Yang Manual, your strength will increase to a higher level, and your previous internal injuries may even heal.

That's all I have to say, sir. Please leave now.

Murong Bo also had his own spies. He had heard that Murong Fu had a son, and today he had only wanted to see his son and grandson.

But he never expected to witness that Murong Fu's martial arts, methods, and temperament were all superior to his own.

His desire to exile himself sounds bittersweet at first glance.

But then he thought of Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, who was also a ruthless character who dared to imprison his own father. He was able to achieve great things. In Murong Bo's view, this was the mindset of an emperor, and also the self he fantasized about.

Now, he was extremely gratified to find that his son, Murong Fu, also possessed such abilities.

In the eyes of the Murong family, as long as they could restore their kingdom, there was no price that was not worth paying.

He abandoned his wife and children back then, and now he's been exiled by his son; as long as it's beneficial to the restoration of the country, he believes it's the right thing to do.

Murong Bo knew he really should leave, but he sighed and said to Murong Fu:

"Can I see the child before I leave?"

Murong Fu saw that his face was covered with white beard and wrinkles, and that he had a pleading look on his face, so he sighed.

"All right."

So he turned and walked into the house, and after a short while, he carried Murong Lang out.

Upon seeing the infant Murong Lang, Murong Bo was extremely excited and wiped his already clean hands on his body.

Then she stretched out her hands, her face full of anticipation: "Can I... hug him?"

Murong Fu nodded, and Murong Bo was overjoyed, carefully picking up his grandson.

Despite the fact that it didn't weigh much, Murong Bo, who was highly skilled in martial arts, found his arm unusually stiff when he received it, as if it weighed over a thousand pounds.

Murong Fu said from the side, "This child's name is Murong Lang, a name I chose."

Murong Bo nodded: "Murong Lang... Lang'er, a good name."

Murong Bo looked at his grandson staring at him curiously and smiled at him again.

He stretched out his index finger, which was swollen from practicing martial arts and had gone astray, and gently touched his grandson's face.

Lang'er laughed even more happily and held Murong Bo's fingers with her small, tender hands.

When I faked my death, Fu'er was about the same age as Lang'er.

If I didn't...now...

Murong Bo looked up at Murong Fu beside him, his face blurred with tears.

At this moment, he truly regrets missing out on his son's growth.

She was also moved to witness that her son had a son, and she had many other emotions.

He then handed Lang'er back to Murong Fu, wiped away his tears, and turned to leave.

He knew that this departure might be a final farewell, but perhaps they would meet again.

He had spent his entire life scheming for the restoration of the Murong family's kingdom. Over the years, he had only felt a moment of regret, but after wiping away his tears, he had to keep moving forward.

With martial arts skills and money, he could now set off to recruit subordinates and translators, and buy a ship to go to Japan.

Murong Fu looked at the spot where Murong Bo had left, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Is this throne really that important?"

Murong Fu felt that for the past 600 years, his Murong family had been living in a dream from which they could not wake up, and they had been trying to brainwash the next generation, making them dream along with them.

Murong Fu even suspected that there might be some kind of mental imprint in their family bloodline.

Looking down at his son in his arms, he said:

"Do you think it's important or not, Lang'er?"

unimportant?

Right? The most important thing is for our whole family to live a good life...

The child babbled, and Murong Fu chuckled softly.

He gently rocked the child, went back into the house, and fell into a deep sleep while holding Wang Yuyan.

......

Over the past few days, we've had a few guests coming to our home.

Qiao Feng arrived in a dashing manner, dressed in foreign attire and carrying the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun and several boxes of precious local specialties such as ginseng, sable fur, tiger skin, and northern pearls.

Prince Duan also arrived with his four chief retainers, as well as Dao Baifeng, Ruan Xingzhu, Qin Hongmian, Gan Baobao, and others.

Although the Beggars' Sect was not invited, the elders in charge now knew that it was Murong Fu who helped to clear Ma Dayuan's name of wrongful conviction, and they were grateful. So they sent Chief Chen with several disciples to deliver congratulatory gifts.

As for the others, some weren't there for the full moon celebration, but rather to seek revenge. They were all taken aback by the manor's lavish entourage.

Murong Fu knew that this was all Murong Bo's doing, although it had nothing to do with him. He said that it was an enemy of his Murong family who had been killed by him.

Then, with a casual gesture, he shattered a rock from a distance, and the entire room fell silent.

But Murong Fu also knew that they were not being unreasonable, and that on such a joyous occasion, harmony was the most important thing.

He ordered someone to randomly pick a second-rate martial arts manual from Huanshi Water Pavilion, and told them to find a place to copy it and leave.

Everything was filled with joy and celebration.

Murong Fu stood on a makeshift platform, offering auspicious greetings to the guests and expressing his joy at the birth of his child.

Then, Murong Lang's full moon celebration began!