Martial Arts Gods: At the beginning, wear Narita Boguang

Chapter 183 Baby Gan is greedy for himself?
Outside Dali City, in the woods beside the official road.

Seeing Baby Gan's appearance, Murong Fu was stunned.

Heaven and earth conscience!

He really doesn't have the slightest idea!

Although the physical contact with the acupuncture points just now made him a little greedy, but he is by no means the kind of bullying person!

What is this baby Gan thinking?
Is there a hole in the brain?

Or is this woman greedy for her handsomeness?
But when he thought that Baobao Gan could accept ugly guys like Zhong Wanchou, it seemed normal for him to be greedy.

So he quickly waved his hands and said:

"Mrs. Zhong, who do you think I, Murong Fu?"

"Hmph, stop pretending! You can't deceive anyone with your eyes. You stinky men who see a beautiful woman are not like cats who see fish?"

At this moment, Baby Gan actually showed a hint of cuteness.

Murong Fu looked at the bright and bright world, and thought: You are so afraid that my system won't kill me!

He immediately refused sternly:
"Mrs. Zhong, I, Murong Fu, am definitely not this type of person. You can take Zhong Ling away now, and I will never trouble you later!"

As he said that, he was about to leave, and if he didn't leave, he felt that he couldn't bear it anymore.

This woman is so attractive!
Why didn't the master of the system issue a warning immediately?

To dispel the little flame in my heart?
Seeing that Murong Fu was about to leave, Baby Gan suddenly rushed over and hugged his waist, making him feel what it means to be as deep as the sea!
This……

Murong went numb again.

"Are you looking down on me? Do you want to bully Ling'er? She's still a child!"

Baby Gan questioned.

How could Murong Fu bear it now?

He said silently in his heart: Master of the system, this is not me being a bully, I am passive, I am just comforting a poor person.

……

Half an hour later, Murong Fu bit the bullet and said to Gan Baobao:
"Mrs. Zhong, would you believe me if I said that I really didn't mean it? I was going to let you mother and daughter go."

"Hmph, it's already at this point, what's the use of you talking like that! You stinky men are completely duplicity! If I don't give in, I'm afraid you will secretly kidnap my Linger afterwards!"

Baby Gan punched him on the chest.

Murong Fu was speechless when he heard the words——

What about the basic trust between people?
Murong Fu is this kind of person?

The two were silent for a moment, Gan Baobao got up and said to Murong Fu:

"Wait here for a while, I'll take Ling'er away first, don't let her find out!
After saying that, she packed herself up and walked out of the woods quickly.

The rest of Murong Fu leaned against the big tree, savoring it by himself.

……

After resting for a while, Murong Fu walked out of the forest and saw that Zhong Ling's mother and daughter had already left.

He returned to his carriage. At this moment, the horse pulling the carriage had been bitten to death by many poisonous snakes on the spot.

Looking at its dozens of hundreds of wounds, Murong Fu felt his scalp go numb.

The poisonous snakes that Zhong Ling found were ruthless enough. I don't know how long it took the kid to catch so many poisonous snakes. It's hard work.

The carriage was full of traces of poisonous snakes crawling and the corpses of some poisonous snakes.

Murong Fu picked out his baggage, took away his belongings, and strode forward to the town ahead, where he bought a carriage.

On the way, he would inevitably rest in teahouses and inns. Only then did he realize that he was already well-known in Dali.

For example, on this day, when he was drinking tea in a teahouse seventy or eighty miles outside Dali City, he heard several people from the rivers and lakes gossip about him in the teahouse.

"Hey, Old Zhao, have you heard that the four villains in the world were all killed that day!"

"What? What else?"

"That's right, I heard the news from the guards in the palace, so is it false?"

"Quickly tell me, what's going on? The four villains have been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and no one can stop them. Why did they fall this time?"

"I heard that it was Nan Murong who made the move!"

"What? Nan Murong? That Nan Murong who is as famous as Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Gang?"

"That's right. I heard that Mr. Murong killed those four villains with only one sword!"

"How old is Mr. Murong to have such powerful martial arts?"

"I heard that you are only in your 20s! It is said that the four villains are no match for the sword in Mr. Murong's hand. With just over 20 moves, the four villains are bleeding on the spot, but Mr. Murong is merciless. Everyone Qi Qixiao headed, and said: "The four of you have done a lot of evil, and death is not a pity!" Then they drifted away!"

"Wow, Mr. Murong is really a righteous hero!"

"Isn't that right? Thinking about those four villains who did a lot of evil, and now finally died in the hands of Mr. Murong, isn't it because of the cycle of heaven and the retribution?"

"Hey, I also heard that Mr. Murong also killed the owner of the Valley of Myriad Tribulations - Zhong Wanchou who 'kills anyone he sees'!"

At this time, another person also interrupted.

"Hey, it's nothing. I just heard that Mr. Murong was still in Tianlong Temple and killed Tubo's national teacher, Great Wheel Ming King Jiumozhi!"

……

Hearing these [-]% true and [-]% false Jianghu rumors, Murong Fu smiled slightly.

I deeply feel the feeling of being a hero, which is really cool.

It's a pity that there is a lack of support now.

If at this moment, someone suddenly recognized him, and everyone came to ask him for an autograph and shouted "Mr. Murong is invincible", that would be even more enjoyable.

It would be best to have a few more chivalrous women who look at him with love in their eyes, that would be perfect!
Such as Zhong Ling.

But his fantasies are destined to be just fantasies, this place is in Dali territory, few people know Murong Fu.

There's no way this is going to happen.

……

After resting in the teahouse, Murong Fu continued on his way, and it took more than a day to reach Lu Liangzhou.

Then he found a passerby to find out the location of Shenjie Temple, and then drove the carriage to continue on the road.

After spending several more hours, Murong Fu finally arrived at the gate of Shenjie Temple which is extremely remote.

He saw that there were occasional pilgrims coming and going in and out of the gate of the Shenjie Temple, he immediately felt relieved, presumably Master Xuan Bei hadn't been murdered by Murong Bo yet.

Otherwise, why would this Shenjie Temple have to be closed for three days?
Immediately he drove the carriage forward, and a novice novice came up to him and asked:
"This benefactor, do you dare to ask whether it is incense or fasting?"

Regardless of the year or month, the temples always need to accept offerings from pilgrims in order to maintain them. Therefore, this Zhike novice is also very skilled in his business.

In many lesser-known temples, in order to get more incense and money, they will even painstakingly study the practice of fasting meals, so that people will never forget after eating, and naturally they will come a few more times.

The fast food in this temple is also famous in tens of miles around here, and many young men and women from rich and wealthy families will come to eat some fast food to change their taste.

That's why the intellectual guest saw Murong Fu driving the carriage, and it seemed that he came from afar, so he asked this question.

It's all about survival, not shabby!

"Incense first, then vegetarian food."

Murong Fu replied.

Then he handed over the carriage to the two novice monks behind the Zhike who were dedicated to helping the pilgrims take care of the horses, and Shi Shiran walked into the Shenjie Temple.

Speaking of which, Murong Fu didn't believe in Buddhism, but he did as the Romans did when he went to the village. He also donated ten taels of money for sesame oil, and put a stick of incense on the Maitreya Buddha enshrined in the temple.

The intellectual who accompanied him saw that he was willing to pay ten taels of silver, and immediately knew that this was a generous and generous person, so he immediately arranged a guest room for him to rest, and served him a good vegetarian meal by the way.

The so-called Zhaifan is a dish made of tofu and other materials in the temple to look and taste like meat, which can almost be confused with the real one.

Murong Fu has been on the road for the past two days, and now he was pleasantly surprised to have such a good vegetarian meal on the table, he ate up five or six kinds of vegetarian dishes.

After eating, he didn't leave, and called the Zhike monk to ask:

"Master, I see that your precept temple is very remote. I don't know if there are eminent monks from other famous temples coming to place orders recently?"

"This benefactor wants to ask for Buddhist teachings?
Our temple presides over Master Wuye's profound Buddhist teachings. If the donor needs it, he can consult Master Wuye. "

The Zhike monk believed that he had seen many pilgrims, instinctively felt that Murong Fu wanted to ask for advice on Buddhism, and started to sell it smartly.

Murong Fu just wanted to find out if Master Xuan Bei had come to this Shenjie Temple to place an order. He didn't want to ask for some Buddhist teachings, so he quickly waved his hands and said:
"No, I'm just asking casually."

Then he saw that the zhike monk still had a suspicious expression on his face, so he hurriedly threw money to solve it, took out a piece of silver from his pocket and said:

"I really like the fast food in your temple, and I want to stay in your temple for a few more days. Is it convenient?"

Seeing Yinzi, the Zhike monk immediately put aside his suspicions just now, nodded his head and said:

"Convenient, of course it is convenient, you can stay as long as you want, benefactor."

……

Seeing the Zhike monk walk away happily with the silver, Murong Fu wiped off the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead and muttered: I almost revealed my secrets!
However, he was not discouraged when he failed to find any news from the Zhike monk.

In the evening, when the novice in the temple came to bring him food, he stuffed another ingot of silver into the novice, and finally found out that no one came to place the order in the temple these days.

Hearing this, he was finally relieved, and slept soundly at night amidst bursts of Sanskrit sounds.

The next morning, Murong Fu got up, walked around the temple, and looked around for a while.

At noon, he suddenly saw Master Wuye, the abbot of the temple, greet a capable old monk and several young monks at the gate of the temple.

This old monk's hands are like palm-leaf fans, and he looks like a master of kung fu.

He suddenly realized in his heart——

I'm afraid this is Master Xuan Bei.

Sure enough, when the novice brought him a vegetarian meal, he asked casually, and as expected, the novice replied that the person who came was Master Shaolin Xuanbei.

Murong Fu made a decisive decision and said to the little novice:

"This master, I have admired the reputation of Shaolin for many years, now that the eminent Shaolin monk is here, I want to pay a visit, I wonder if I can help you to inform me."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of broken silver from his pocket.

Who would have thought that today this little novice is not fond of money, he waved his hands repeatedly and said:
"The benefactor is too polite. This little monk is just a little novice, so he can't be called a master. The benefactor calls me Huiming. Helping the benefactor is just a matter of effort, so why do you need money?"

As he said that, he ran away in a hurry.

Seeing this, Murong Fu immediately looked at him with admiration, he never thought that not all people in this small body temple are greedy for money and profit.

After a while, the novice Huiming came to report:

"This benefactor, Master Xuan Bei promised to see you, so let me do it."

On the way, Murong Fu couldn't help asking the little monk:

"Master Huiming, I don't know if you are willing to return to vulgarity? There are some properties in the next family. Master Huiming can return to vulgarity if he wishes. He can come home with me and be a steward. We can't guarantee prosperity and wealth in the future. We can still have a good life, a beautiful wife and beautiful concubines." Made it."

It's rare to meet a monk who doesn't love money, and Murong Fu thinks it's worth recruiting.

After all, my great cause requires a lot of talents!

Unexpectedly, Monk Huiming was not interested in these things, so he refused without hesitation:

"Thank you for the kindness of the benefactor. The little monk is devoted to the Buddha and has no intention of returning to the vulgar."

It was a pity that Murong Fu couldn't recruit such a talented person.

But it's not convenient to say it again, so I can only nod and say:
"Master Huiming has a firm Buddha heart, and I admire it. But if you need it in the future, you can come to Suzhou City in the Song Dynasty to find me."

……

Hui Ming brought Murong Fu to the door of a meditation room in the back hall of Shenjie Temple, saw a young monk guarding the door, immediately bowed and said: "Brother Hui Fang, this is the benefactor who wants to see Master Xuan Bei."

"Benefactor, please wait a moment, I will report to Master right away."

Huifang was a monk about 27 or [-] years old, he looked simple and honest, met Huiming and Murongfu, and then went into the house to report Xuanbei.

After a while, Hui Fang came out and asked Murong Fu to come in.

"My benefactor, I don't know what you want to see the old monk for?
Ah——you are... Young Master Murong? ! "

Master Xuan Bei was originally meditating in the room, speaking slowly, but as he slowly opened his eyes, he suddenly found that the person in front of him was actually an acquaintance he knew, and he was extremely surprised.

You know, this is Shenjie Temple in Luliangzhou, Dali!

Not in the Central Plains!

This place is remote, and Xuan Bei is here for the first time, logically speaking, he should not be able to meet acquaintances.

Murong Fu saw the old monk's benevolent eyebrows, but shrewdness in his eyebrows, he thought, no wonder Shaolin Temple sent him out to investigate Murong Bo's matter.

It must be because he is both high in martial arts and smart.

It's not surprising to see him recognize him now, he guessed that he met him when he went to Yanziwu to mourn Murong Bo before.

Say hello quickly:

"Gusu Murong Fu met Master Xuan Bei."

"I didn't expect it was really you! Mr. Murong, why are you here in Shenjie Temple?"

Seeing that it was really Murong Fu, Xuan Bei was shocked.

Many years ago, when the news of Murong Bo's death came, he went to Yanziwu to express his condolences and investigate the truth of Murong Bo's death. At that time, he met Murong Fu who was still a child under ten years old.

Goodbye now, he is already a young man in his 20s, time really flies.

But what Xuan Bei wondered was why Murong Fu came to Shenjie Temple, could it be that he was following him?
If this is the case, then I am afraid that the comer is not good!

Of course Murong Fu sensed Xuan Bei's vigilance and worry, and thought: This old monk is really vigilant.No wonder Murong Bo wanted to pretend to kill him with a yang finger, but failed.

But now that I came here to save him, I don't need to hide it, so I smiled and said:

"Master Xuan Bei, I am here to save you."

"Save me? How do you say this?"

Xuan Bei became more vigilant in his heart, he thought: I am afraid that saving me is false, but killing me is true, right?
He thought to himself that he had discovered the clues of Murong Bo's fake death at the beginning, and now that Murong's family came to him, it might not be a good thing.

"Recently, people in Jianghu pretended to be members of my Murong family and went around killing people. I happened to be in Dali this time. I got the news that the enemy's next target was Master, so I came to Shenjie Temple in the starry night. First, to be a helper for Master. Second, , I also want to kill this thief who pretends to be my Murong family!"

Murong Fu immediately started fooling around.

To get rid of the blackmail Murong Bo recruited on the Murong family, it would be better not to label him as a fake Murong family.

Anyway, even if confronted face to face, it can be said that he wore a human skin mask, which is perfect.

After all, who made this fellow fake his death many years ago?
Since you are dead, you should die thoroughly!
Especially if Murong Bo can be killed in front of Master Xuan Bei, an eminent monk of Shaolin Temple, that would be great.

At that time, once Murong Bo dies, no one in the world will be killed by the Murong family's supernatural skills, which just means that all the bad things are done by this fake person, and the Murong family will be completely wiped out.

Simply perfect!
Hearing Murong Fu's words, Master Xuan Bei was immediately confused.

He thought to himself: Could it be that Murong Bo is really dead?Those who killed the three heroes of the Luo clan in Hebei, Taoist Zhangxu of Shandong, Ke Baisui of the Funiu sect, and others were really not from the Murong family?

Or is it that the kid in front of him is just looking for an opportunity to sneak attack him just to cheat his trust?
After pondering secretly for a while, Master Xuanbei finally decided to wait and see what happened, to see what this kid wanted to do.

So he said seriously:

"There is such a thing? What is the purpose of the enemy pretending to be the Murong family?"

"I don't know the reason for this. But since the enemy is spreading debts and blaming others, it must be due to the great hatred with my Murong family. So if he dares to attack Master Xuan Bei this time, I must kill him !"

Murong Fu gritted his teeth and said.

He wasn't just pretending, he was really pissed off by Murong Bo's stupid behavior.

If you want to kill, you kill them, and you deliberately use the Murong family's unique way of "returning others in the same way" to kill, you are so fucking stupid!

What do you think?

Seeing the anger on Murong Fu's face, Master Xuan Bei's doubts about him slightly faded, and he said confidently:
"Although my martial arts are not as good as senior brother Xuanci's, the great Wei Tuo pestle technique I practiced for decades is not in vain. If there are really thieves who come to take my life, then it is just right for me to get rid of this villain in the Central Plains martial arts!"

Seeing that the old monk was so confident, Murong Fu couldn't say anything, so he could only nod his head.

"Then we'll have to wait and see."

……

(End of this chapter)