Chapter 421: Xuan Ku's Memories

Wang Yuyan became even more doubtful about life. The cave owner who was originally destined to be a child in Zhongtian Mountain might not remember him, but now he is also nicknamed Little Turtle.

The spell has really changed the fate of many people.

For example, her entire family died.

Li Lin noticed Wang Yuyan's depression and held her hand in time, "Do you need me to take action? If you are willing, Murong Fu can kill him immediately."

It's not rude, they've hugged each other, so a handshake is nothing.

[Tracing the source]

His big hand gently grasped the void.

A silk thread suddenly emerged from the air, with blood faintly flashing on it.

Two bamboo leaves automatically fell down and overlapped, flying out of Li Lin's hand and turning into a pair of gleaming scissors.

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

Li Lin didn't finish what he said, but the scissors he handed over automatically completed the rest of the sentence.

"Why are you hesitating?" Huang Rong urged, "Do it, Brother Lin won't easily give you a chance."

"The art of being tired of winning?" Wu Yazi suppressed the desire to add content to the "Curse Sutra" and looked at his granddaughter, "My child, just do it."

"Master, just do it." Feng BoE urged.

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

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

Although he left A'Zhu, his transformation technique has reached the level of human transformation.

He has never revealed this to the outside world.

Because he once thought of replacing the emperor with this.

But now.

He began to wonder if the exposure was worth it.

He was just blocking Qiao Feng, not an assassination, so there was no need to pretend.

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

After all, Xuan Ku is Qiao Feng's master, and his basic spell has not been revealed. He knows two seventy-two skills: [Demon Subduing Palm] and [Burning Wood Sword Technique]. Should he be replaced by a young novice?

This is what he has become now.

But how could the little novice monk of the Xu generation get close to Qiao Feng and intercept him in time.

Thinking of this, he exposed his monk's robe hand, but then took it back.

An indecisive temper took over.

He also casually used the secret of [Sound Transmission into Secrets] to reply viciously to the storm behind him, "I thought about it, and my identity can be considered as Miaohong. I grew up in the Shaolin Temple."

"Moreover, this young novice is not good at words, dull, pedantic, and easy to imitate."

"His internal strength level is also average. The sleeping point I selected can let him sleep from now until dawn tomorrow."

"Xuanku is hard to control."

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

The reason why Murong Fu didn't just kill him was because one of the monks in Shaolin Temple understood the family curse, 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 sound from the vat behind Xuanci on the high platform.

"Young Master is smart." Feng BoE turned his back to 'Xuzhu' and pretended to be fully focused on the competition on the ring.

'Xuzhu' looked unbearable, shook his head and recited Amitabha, and walked towards the monks.

Most of the monks who noticed his approach snorted and walked away.

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

But Xu Zhu is in the minority who has received the precepts, no, he is simply a minority among the minorities. He has engraved observing the precepts into every habit. When drinking water, he must recite the "Drinking Mantra" to save the eighty-four thousand in every bowl of water. Thousands of little bugs, satisfying one's 'selfish desire' to drink water.

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

It just so happens that he is ugly and has average qualifications.

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

"Xu Zhu, you are here too."

Xuan Ku originally had a sad face and was troubled by the fact that the Shaolin monks no longer abide by the precepts and were aggressive and aggressive.

Seeing the good boy in his eyes, Xu Zhu appeared in front of him.

He immediately smiled.

Murong Fu couldn't help but feel a little proud, and at the same time comforted himself that he was not cowardly before, but smart.

"Uncle Master," 'Xuzhu' said, his eyes flashed with admiration and he danced awkwardly, "I want to meet Gang Leader Qiao," he made a gesture that made the Korean man angry, "Just get a little closer, I heard He is a great hero."

At such a close distance, Xuan Ku's cultivation level can see through any disguise method.

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 that he was not a great hero, so that he would not have to hang out in the muddy rivers and lakes and courts. After many life and death experiences, I would rather that he was too bitter!"

Murong Fu couldn't help but sneer in his heart, is he still suffering? It's him who's stupid! If I were him, I would have been the emperor long ago!

But on the surface he could only express his approval of the elders' words and his incomprehension due to Xu Zhu's IQ, "Why doesn't Gang Leader Qiao refuse to take the precepts and just become a lay disciple? Before serving the Buddha all his life, eating fast and chanting sutras are mostly a matter of course. What a beautiful thing.”

Xuanku's eyes swept across Xuanci on the stage, recalling that painful memory fragment.

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

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

"In terms of martial arts, he easily learned two of the 72 Shaolin unique skills, one of which is the [Dragon Capture Skill] that no one has learned in a hundred years."

"Brother Xuanku, you know his identity." 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 the lives of the poor seriously. It is hateful, but it is not a capital crime."

"But he wanted to kill people for this. A seven-year-old child killing people is too barbaric and too cruel. It comes from the evil of Khitan blood. He showed it at such a young age."

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

"Because you feel guilty! Whenever you see Feng'er, you can 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 said before walking out of the room, "Junior brother, I know you have always treated him like a son, but since the lust ring is gone, you might as well find someone who understands your warmth and give birth to a son."

Son!

Such slanderous words came from the abbot, and in the pure place of Buddhism.

Xuan Ku woke up from his memories, his lips trembling.

Looking at the familiar face who was ready to go on the field to fight the Beggars' Gang for false reputation, he sighed again.

"The seven sufferings mentioned by the Buddha are birth, aging, sickness, death, resentment, separation, and failure to obtain."

"Xuan Ku, I am just a layman floating in the sea of ​​suffering."

"Go, go."

Looking at Xuan Ku who left inexplicably, Murong Fu complained in his heart, "This old monk, is he crazy?"

But he didn't care. He had achieved his goal through Xuan Ku and approached the high 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 is simply the highlight of his life.

He even felt that it was worth it even if he died at this moment!

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

Tang Mu raised his eyebrows without eyebrows. The news that Murong Fu successfully hid offset his murderous intention against Bao Bu Tong.

Bao Bu Tong saved his life.

Murong Fu did the same.

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 don't want to disturb Ya Zun's peace. My father sent me to find my sister."

This voice was full of peace.

Wang Yuyan put down the scissors.

Wuyazi, who was annoyed by being disturbed, did not get angry, but replied: "There is no one with the surname Duan in this room."

"Then can there be someone 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, and Miss Wang is the child of Duan Zhengchun, the King of Zhennan in Dali."

"So?" Wuyazi's elegant face showed a cold white tooth, "My daughter Qingluo is just a concubine without a name?"

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

"Grandfather." Wang Yuyan stopped in front of Wuyazi.

This is the reason why she has not heard the original fate she saw, for fear that her grandfather would go crazy.

Although she no longer wants to be associated with Duan Yu and Duan Zhengchun, she doesn't want to see them die.

Duan Yu smiled bitterly, he didn't expect Lord Ya to be so powerful.

Just the momentum he exuded made him shudder.

At the same time, he was a little moved.

Because Duan Yanqing had been silently guarding him in front of him.

Although Prince Yanqing was not on good terms with my father and uncle, he did regard him as his own son, and taught him martial arts strictly. While giving him experience in the martial arts world, he was also tender.

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

"Damn it!" Tang Mu was extremely angry.

What a good opportunity it was for Qiao Feng to leave the Song Emperor.

But the other people had not been arranged yet.

"Where is Jiumozhi!"

Jiumozhi, who was responsible for blocking the Buddha Kingdom, was wandering in the Sutra Library like a mouse in a rice jar.

"One Finger Zen!"

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

"Mind and Mind Mixed Origin Gong!"

"Arhat Divine Gong!"

At this moment, he had forgotten all his tasks.

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

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

What was creepy was that even though the monk's broom had touched Jiumozhi's shoe, Jiumozhi still seemed to be unaware.

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

His mood became more peaceful.

Xiao Yuanshan's mood was also extremely peaceful.

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

Because now is not the most appropriate time.

He not only hoped that his son would ascend the throne, but also hoped that his son's reputation would be intact, and he would not have the same shameful history of becoming an emperor as Zhao Kuangyin.

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

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

Moreover, his men had become the second most trusted person by the Song Emperor.

"Damn it, those Liao dogs didn't make a move!" 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 and kicking hard.

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

Bao Bu Tong panted, "I know."

He only admitted defeat verbally, but he kept swearing in his heart, and played the method of spiritual victory, 'A descendant of a rogue dares to treat me like this! If it weren't for the son. Humph! '

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

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

He just threatened that Duan Zhengchun must come himself, and if he did not come, he would go and castrate him.

Seeing that it was only the family of the Dali royal family, Qiao Feng exchanged a few words and left.

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

But this was as it should be.

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

The separatist forces such as Lingjiu Palace and Jianghu Sanren appeared just to warm up for the subsequent competition and to show their own power and strength.

Just like Yun Zhonghe, who was called Crane Immortal.

After winning a few games, he stepped down by himself.

If he did not 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 black shadow passed by the Shaolin Temple's Hui-generation monks, and after a few jumps, he jumped onto the towering ring.

Crowd: "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."

Le Pu refers to Si Le Pu, Xi Fuzi's common name.

This woman is Li Li.

Zhan Mu's wife, Xi Fuzi's childhood sweetheart.

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

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