People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

Wuyazi thought for a moment, "He is Yuyan's uncle. I have observed him. His basic spell is the silent spell, which is in line with his nature. Because he has always liked to steal things, most of the martial arts secrets in the Shishui Pavilion came from my collection (referring to Langhuan Blessed Land)."

At the end of his speech, his tone was a little disdainful, as if he had forgotten that the origins of the things in his collection were also not glorious.

"But aren't those of yours also--" Huang Rong said with a smile, her eyes narrowed into slits, and with her baby fat, she looked like a chubby little fox.

"How can this be generalized?" Wuyazi's fur stood up, his black feathers flying everywhere. "This is just my hobby. How can it be considered stealing for a scholar?"

What followed were words like 'the Murong family has evil ambitions' and 'they are despicable and despicable'.

"The martial arts conference has begun." Huang Rong reminded.

A bamboo arena was built on an open space.

The arena is a hundred feet high. If the monks hadn't cast a solid spell, the material structure alone would not have been able to take shape.

Therefore, the heroes on the mountain also went to higher places. Their keen senses could see far enough, but if they did not climb higher, they would not be able to see the exciting fight.

Whoohoo!

There was only the sound of wind, and a gray figure flew out from the crowd. Without using any force in mid-air to catch his breath, he flew straight into the sky, turned his waist gracefully in the clouds, and landed on the stage.

The heroes said: "Crane in the Cloud!"

Wang Yuyan was a little dazed. In her original destiny, Yun Zhonghe was one of the four evil men, nicknamed [Extremely Vicious]. He was extremely lustful, had superb lightness skills, and disappeared like a wisp of smoke.

But his lustful nature far outweighs his martial arts skills, and he is willing to sacrifice his life for lust.

She once jumped off a cliff to commit suicide, but Yun Zhonghe, who was aroused by lust, risked his life to save her with his world-class Qinggong skills.

Now, Yun Zhonghe might still be lustful, but without Duan Yanqing and Ye Erniang as his partner, he did not have any bad reputation.

Because his fundamental spell is the flying spell, he is even given the title of "Crane Hermit".

"My Lord, I'm on it!"

On the hill occupied by Lingjiu Palace, something seemed to be rolling down with a rumble.

The heroes looked closely and saw that the Force was a bald, strong man wearing tight clothes and shorts, carrying a turtle shell on his back.

“Sang Tugong?” Wang Yuyan recognized this face. He was Sang Tugong, the master of the Bilin Cave in western Sichuan, one of the [Seventy-two Caves].

But Lord Sang Tu was obviously a short man, skilled in the art of walking on the ground, and he could use the mechanism on his shoulder to shoot out countless poisonous hidden weapons as thin as cow hair to hurt people.

"He is indeed from the Sang Tu Gong school in western Sichuan," Wuyazi said, "but he did not inherit the name of Sang Tu Gong because his spell was a shield spell. He practiced horizontal training instead. Later, he found that the power of the spell could not only be applied to the human body, so he created a thick turtle shell."

"Combined with this turtle shell, he is the most powerful person in the martial arts world, so he is also known as the "Turtle Hermit"."

"He really does look like a turtle." Huang Rong couldn't help laughing as she watched Master Turtle crawling onto the stage in a comical and clumsy way.

Li Lin thought it was too outrageous.

Master Kame and Master Crane appeared.

Could there be Son Goku and Tien Shinhan as well?

The battle ended with the victory of Crane Hermit.

Master Roshi's shell is indeed extremely hard, and he becomes even more invincible when he shrinks into the shell.

But the Crane Immortal can fly, and the arena is small.

Finally, Master Roshi rolled down the stage, creating a big hole in the ground while remaining intact.

A grown man lowered his head and muttered, "I have brought shame to the Lord, I have brought shame to the Lord"

Until a powerful female voice came from the magnificent palace-shaped carriage of the Lingjiu Palace, "That's enough, little turtle, you've performed well enough."

Only then did Master Roshi stop.

(End of this chapter)

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 even if he died at this moment, it would be worth it!

"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.