Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

The young monk apologized repeatedly, until Murong Fu said the word "Xuzhu" before he paused. He walked up to Murong Fu and bowed respectfully: "This donor, the monk's name is indeed "Xuzhu". How did you find out?"

Murong Fu smiled: "I do know the name of little master Xu Zhu, but today is the first time I see him in person."

Xu Zhu scratched his head in confusion and looked at Murong Fu carefully with his big eyes: "Ah, you must be Mr. Murong from the south of the Yangtze River. That day, the young monk's master, Zen Master Hui Cong, was at the mountain gate with the abbot and the others. Welcoming the young master. After returning, I told several junior monks that Mr. Murong is elegant and elegant, and that he is the best person in the world. I think it is this young master. Mr. Murong, you are even more handsome than the master said."

Xu Zhu admired sincerely.

Everyone found it interesting when they saw Xu Zhu's sincerity and simplicity. Feng Bo evil smiled and came up to apologize: "I'm sorry, little master, Feng Laosi just didn't see the road and bumped into the little master." While saying this, he bowed to apologize to Xu Zhu.

Xu Zhu said hurriedly: "Amitabha, Feng Donor's words were serious. It was the young monk who attacked Feng Donor."

When he saw Feng Bo'e bending down to apologize, he was shocked and quickly stepped forward to help him. Unexpectedly, Feng BoE suddenly raised his head and smiled, and when Xu Zhu's hand touched him, he suddenly released his inner strength and grabbed Xu Zhu's wrist. Xu Zhu's skill was already low, how could he withstand this attack from him? Suddenly, as if he was drunk, he became dizzy, his face turned red, and he staggered backwards. After taking a few steps back, a palm was placed on the back of his heart, and then a warm inner force poured in from his back. Xu Zhu felt a warmth all over his body, and his mind suddenly became clear. He stopped in his tracks. Just as he was wondering about this sudden change, an angry shout came: "Don't be rude, stand down!"

Feng Bo was ashamed and smiled sarcastically as he retreated behind Bao BuTong. Bao BuTong looked reproachfully at the troublemaker.

Before Xu Zhu could react to this sudden change, a gentle voice sounded: "Little master, are you okay?"

Xu Zhu turned around and saw that it was Murong Fu. Then he realized that Feng Bo was teasing him with his superb martial arts just now, and it was Murong Fu who had dragged him down. He was not annoyed, and turned around to give another salute respectfully: "Thank you, Mr. Murong. The young monk stumbled and almost fell. Thanks to Mr. Murong for helping me." His words were very sincere, and there was no hint of anger at all.

Bao Bubu thought this little monk was really interesting: he apologized when others bumped into him, and he wasn't angry when others teased him. How many people in the world have a good temper? Not to mention being teased like this, even if someone robbed you of a seat or missed a glass of wine, it was still a huge insult, and it was bound to cause trouble. How can there be anyone like this little monk? It's inappropriate to say he has a good temper, he has no temper at all.

So he stroked his beard, shook his head and said: "No, no. Little master, it was indeed my young master who kindly helped you. But it was not you who made the mistake yourself, but my fourth brother Feng who just made a move to tease you. Little master can Don’t be offended.”

Feng Bao Youyou laughed to himself: "My little master's martial arts is a bit bad, I still need to practice hard. Just now, Feng heard that you are a senior disciple of the Hui generation, so he tried it. The attack was a little harder, don't blame me, don't blame me. ! I have an old relationship with Zen Master Hui Chan of your temple. Do you know him? Why haven’t you seen him? "

Xu Zhu hurriedly said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. This donor, the Master Hui Chan you mentioned is the young monk's uncle. He went out on business a few months ago according to the decree of the abbot's uncle. The young monk's martial arts is still shallow. It’s worth mentioning, don’t blame the donor, don’t blame him.”

Looking at Xu Zhu who was apologizing continuously in front of him, Murong Fu had mixed feelings in his heart. He vaguely felt that he owed him something. If it weren't for his intervention, Xu Zhu would have inherited Wu Yazi's mantle and become the head of the Xiaoyao Sect in the future. But now, all this has become impossible. I wonder if it is a disaster or a blessing for Xu Zhu?

"You guys go back to your respective rooms first, and I will chat with this young master for a while. Brother Bao, please look at Brother Feng."

Murong Fu ordered in a deep voice.

The three of them were all shocked. Why did the young master attach so much importance to this young monk? But no one raised a voice to express objections. They all said rudely and left.

"Thank you Mr. Murong for rescuing this young monk." Xu Zhu thanked him respectfully again.

Murong Fu felt very unhappy. Looking at Xu Zhu who was just obedient and had no temper at all, he felt a little apologetic in his heart: "He teased you, aren't you angry at all?"

Xu Zhu smiled and said: "Master said that when he gave me the name Xu Zhu, he hoped that the young monk would always be humble and humble like Zhu, and would not argue or argue. Although the man just now was joking, he actually did not mean any harm. How can the young monk be angry? Besides, Master always taught me that even if he is a truly evil person, you must use your actions to influence him and persuade him. Don't get angry, so that you can live up to the compassion of a monk."

Murong Fu sighed: "You are Xu Zhu, so you should be twenty-three years old this year?"

Xu Zhu was surprised: "Mr. Murong, how do you know the young monk's age? Only Master Huicong has mentioned the young monk's age to me, and no one else knows."

Murong Fu secretly said: It is indeed so.

Then he said: "Can I take the liberty of asking you the lay name of the young master?"

Xu Zhu's eyes were filled with sadness: "The little monk doesn't have a lay name. He has been in the Shaolin Temple since he was born. He doesn't know who his parents are and how he got his name. I heard from Master Huicong that the little monk was picked up by a respecting monk in the vegetable garden in the back mountain. .I have been in the temple for twenty-three years now.”

Murong Fu felt a little sad in his heart: In fact, your father and you have known each other day and night, and the father and son have lived under the same roof for decades. Your mother has been looking for you for decades. Where is an orphan without a father and a mother?

So he asked: "Little Master, have you ever missed your biological parents? If you were to reunite with your parents one day, would you like that?"

Xu Zhu's eyes lit up, then dimmed again, and his eyes were covered with a layer of light mist: "The young monk grew up in Shaolin. In this life, he has made an oath to respect the Buddha and not dare to be greedy for the happiness of ordinary family relationships."

Murong Fu said: "If I help you find your mother, will you be willing to recognize her?"

As if a thunderbolt exploded in his ears, Xu Zhu took half a step back in shock, tears welling up in the corner of his eyes, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, then quickly disappeared, and he slowly shook his head: "Mr. Murong is joking. , the young monk has been separated from his biological parents for decades, and even the young monk himself has no memory. How can Master Murong find the mother for the young monk? Yes, Master Murong must be joking with the young monk. Brothers Xianchang often also like Making fun of the little monk”

Xu Zhu kept talking nonstop, Murong Fuyong looked at Xu Zhu's eyes and said to Xu Zhu in a serious tone: "How can I, Gusu Murong, behave like that hectic and reckless person? Xu Zhu, little Master, let me ask you this. If your mother did something outrageous and evil, and everyone in the world would punish her, would you still be willing to recognize her?"

Xu Zhu was stunned for a while, tears burst into his eyes. In his twenty-three years of life, he had imagined more than once the day when he would recognize his parents and talk about their family relationship together on countless nights. Although it is said that family members should cut off their worldly ties and purify their six roots, how many people can actually be ruthless and desireless? Brother Xianchang's family members would come to the temple to deliver things and say a few caring words, and the family would enjoy themselves together. Master would not blame him when he saw this, he just said it was human nature. Even the young novice monk Nakong can go down the mountain and go home to reunite with his family during his rotation in the temple.

How he hoped that one day his parents would come to him and talk to him about the separation over the years. Countless times, he thought about what kind of people his parents were: maybe they were farmers in the countryside who had to abandon him on the way to escape the famine. Or perhaps his parents were small traders who came to the Central Plains from elsewhere to do business, and encountered bandits on the way.

He grew up in the temple since he was a child and has extremely deep feelings for the Shaolin Temple, but this does not mean that he has no desire or pursuit.

When Mr. Murong met him for the first time, he revealed his identity and age, and said that he would help him find his parents. Yes, he is Nan Murong, who is famous in the martial arts world. He is a young hero. Even the abbot master will treat him as a guest when he sees him. He will not joke with a little monk like him with low martial arts skills. He must have felt sorry for him and got into trouble. Compassionate, wanting to help myself.

So he quickly lifted up his monk's robe, knelt in front of Murong Fu and kowtowed three times: "Mr. Murong, please find your mother for this young monk, young monk, young monk."

He wanted to say a few words of repayment, but then he thought, what could a poor monk like him with low martial arts skills do to help a noble man like Murong Fu from a family with strong martial arts skills? This sentence "little monk" can no longer be said no matter what.

Murong Fu let out a long sigh: Murong Bo, what a sin you have done! Let me pay it back for you!

He quickly helped Xu Zhu up from the ground: "Let me ask you again, if your mother is really a heinous and evil person, are you still willing to recognize her?"

Xu Zhu nodded firmly.

Murong Fu patted the dust on the monk's robe for Xu Zhu: "Okay, since you have made up your mind, I will take this step for you. Whether it will be a blessing or a disaster in the future depends entirely on your own destiny."

"Now that I have agreed to find your biological mother, there are a few questions I must ask you. I hope you will answer them truthfully."

Xu Zhu nodded.

"First of all, where did this mark on your face come from?"

Xu Zhu replied, "This is not a birthmark. It was developed when the young monk was ten years old. It was just a scar at first, and then it got bigger and bigger, and it turned into what it looks like now."

Murong Fu nodded, I see, since it is not innate, it can easily explain why Ye Erniang and Xuanci turned a blind eye to their biological son under their noses, because the changes were too great!

Then he asked: "Second question, besides the scars on your face, what other markings do you have on your body?"

Xu Zhu thought about it for a while, with a hint of embarrassment on his face, but when he thought of meeting his parents, Xu Zhu gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to say: "The young monk has nine fragrant scars on his back, waist, and thighs, each one About the size of a copper coin. According to Master, when the young monk was first picked up, he had these scars on his body."

Suddenly, he thought: Could it be that these scars were made by my parents in order to recognize me in the future? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

Murong Fu sighed softly and patted Xu Zhu's shoulder: "Don't worry, little master Xu Zhu, I, Murong Fu, will keep my word. This time next year, Murong Fu will definitely bring your mother here. Then, it will be up to you." Are you willing to recognize each other?"

This is also my little compensation.

Murong Fu said silently in his heart.