Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Fu held his breath and concentrated, and avoided two monks who were patrolling the night with swords.

Although he was not familiar with the layout of the Shaolin Temple and the night watch arrangements, based on a few quick observations during the day, he roughly figured out that the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was located in the back mountain of Shaolin. With his extraordinary hearing, he can always hide himself in advance when the night watchman is still ten feet away.

After evading five groups of monks who were patrolling at night, Murong Fu finally arrived outside the courtyard wall of the Sutra Pavilion.

Surprisingly, there were not as many guards as Murong Fu imagined. There is no one around the huge Sutra Pavilion. There are still lamps and candles in other places, but in order to avoid fire, the Sutra Pavilion is not lit all year round. The entire attic is like a tomb hidden in the silent night, with unknown past events buried inside.

Murong Fu lightly crossed the courtyard wall, and the moment he landed, he rolled sideways and hid behind the nearest rockery, observing the movements around him intently. During the whole process, not a single sound was made.

When he was sure that no one was around, he emerged from his hiding place with confidence.

"It's strange, how come the important place of Shaolin is so poorly guarded? No wonder Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo have been hiding for thirty years and no one found them."

Murong Fu thought to himself.

But these have nothing to do with my purpose tonight, it would be nice if no one was guarding.

Compared with the majestic atmosphere of other places in Shaolin, the Sutra Pavilion seems a bit too small-minded. It is a small building with a height of one or two stories. If it were not for the three characters "Sutra Pavilion" written clearly on the plaque at the door, Murong Fu would have thought that it was a small building. I touched the wrong place.

There is only a simple door lock on the door. Murong Fu took out a silver needle from his arms, put it in the keyhole and fiddled with it a few times, and the door lock opened.

"Why are you becoming more and more like a thief?" Murong Fu complained silently, trying to relieve his nervous mood.

I hope I don't meet those three old monsters.

He took a deep breath and gently pushed open the door of the Sutra Pavilion. After entering, he looked around again before closing the door.

Time was of the essence, and if someone found out that no one was in their room, there was no telling.

In my memory, the first floor mainly contains Buddhist scriptures and the experiences of eminent monks of all ages. Murong Fu was not interested in these things. What he wanted to know was, what happened in the Shaolin Temple thirty years ago? How come all the eminent monks of the Ling generation disappeared overnight?

So he went straight to the second floor, where there were seventy-two special skills, and the two scriptures "Lotus Sutra" and "Za Agama Sutra" that the sweeping monk casually placed next to these secret books.

He took out the fire folder, blew it, held it in one hand, and searched among the bookshelves with the help of the weak firelight.

On the bookshelf, from time to time, you can see a book about Shaolin's special skills such as "The Invisible Tribulation Finger". These magic skills, which are regarded as treasures by outsiders, are placed casually on the bookshelf.

He casually picked up a copy of "Prajna Palm" and flipped through it a few times. This was one of Shaolin Abbot Xuanci's two special skills. Murong Bo also picked a copy and placed it in Murong's Huanshi Shui Pavilion. However, The original owner did not practice, and he just thought that the "World in the Sleeve" among the seventy-two stunts was interesting, so he practiced it a little.

He glanced at it twice and put it back. Instead, he concentrated on finding the two Buddhist scriptures that the sweeping monk had brought to the second floor.

The full name of "Lotus Sutra" is "Lotus Sutra of Wonderful Dharma". It is the sermon of Buddha Sakyamuni in his later years. The content of the sermon is supreme and it clearly shows that everyone can become a Buddha regardless of wealth or poverty. It is the king of Mahayana scriptures. It is its existence that provides the possibility for harmonious coexistence among Buddhist believers.

Murong Fu silently recalled the information about these two Buddhist scriptures in his memory.

These two Buddhist scriptures teach others to practice Buddhism, get rid of old grudges, and reconcile with others.

Suddenly, a spark flashed in his mind, dispersing a small part of the hazy fog.

Murong Fu suddenly thought of a possibility: the sweeping monk might know the grudge between Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, no matter what the reason was.

Calculating the time, the sweeping monk said that he had been sweeping the floor in the Sutra Pavilion for forty-two years. Thirty years ago, the Yanmen Pass massacre broke out, so the time was completely right.

He could completely imagine a scene like this: Xuanci went to the frontier when he was young, led the Central Plains masters to attack the innocent Xiao Yuanshan family, and then reported to the abbot of Lingmen who was unable to go there in person for some reason. And all this was revealed in The sweeping monk who had been sweeping the floors of the Sutra Pavilion for more than ten years saw this. One day, Xiao Yuanshan came to the Sutra Pavilion. His skills were completely different from those of the Central Plains warriors. The moment he stepped into the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion, he was noticed by the sweeping monk in the corner. The sweeping monk contacted Xuanci at that time. I thought of something in the report. Later, my cheap dad, Murong Bo, also came to the Sutra Pavilion.

And this pair of opponents, who have been dealing with each other for decades, have never known that the other party is their sworn enemy in the past years.

No, do you want to make it so mysterious?

Murong Fu shook his head. He always felt that he thought too much about things. No matter how powerful the sweeping monk was, he would still be a human being who would experience life, old age, illness and death, not an omniscient and omnipotent God.

But once some thoughts appear, they take root like weeds in the soil of our thoughts.

Don't be like this, Murong Fu, it doesn't matter what the truth is or not, it doesn't affect you being a bastard in the countryside of Gusu. Why do you worry so much?

He tried hard to persuade himself not to continue the investigation and to leave. What does the grudge from the previous generation have to do with him?

But there was a force pushing him to move forward, and a voice in his heart kept saying to himself: "Keep investigating, keep pursuing!"

By the light of the fire, he discovered a book. On the cover, the five characters "Miaoho Lotus Sutra" stand out clearly.

It can't be such a coincidence, right? Can you meet this?

He calmed down and opened the book, and the yellowed scroll came into view:

So I heard. At that time, the Buddha lived in the Qi Jiajue Mountain in the city of Rajagaha, together with twelve thousand great monks, all of whom were Arhats. All the outflows had been eliminated, and there were no more worries.

Murong Fu was not interested in these Buddhist scriptures. He just wanted to know if there were any clues related to the truth hidden in it. So I just glanced at it briefly and turned to the last page. And a row of small characters on the left side of this page attracted his attention: Lingmen Hand Notes.

Master Lingmen? The former abbot of Shaolin and Xuanci’s master?

Murong Fu was greatly surprised by this discovery. He didn't expect to find the handwritten notes of the previous generation of eminent monks here, but they were placed in the Sutra Pavilion. There might be some clues.

However, after looking at it, he was greatly disappointed.

The whole article is just a very normal senior monk’s understanding of Buddhist scriptures. How can there be any abnormality?

He put down the scroll with some disappointment and wanted to look at something else.

But after browsing around for a while, by some strange coincidence, he returned to the bookshelf and carefully placed the volume of scripture in his arms.

Well, I am stealing a book, but it is not considered stealing. What happens to scholars, can it be called stealing?

Murong Fu comforted himself in his heart with a classic quote from a certain scholar.

I scanned around again and found nothing.