Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Same world, different lives. In the same war-torn times, some people are walking and riding chariots, enjoying themselves in the mountains and forests, while others are traveling among the princes, and their black mink furs are in ruins. There seems to be no standard answer to what kind of life I would like to live in.

Xu Zhu has always been grateful and satisfied with his life before the age of twenty-three. For him, Shaolin is where his heart belongs. Although I was occasionally bullied by my brothers and scolded by my master and uncles, days like this made me feel at ease and satisfied. Life seems to be going on like this.

He is not very smart, so his brothers like to play chess with him the most. Because he takes every step seriously, but he always loses in the end. At this time, the winning brother would tease him without any malice, and he would not be angry. He put away the chess pieces with a smile and played with others. However, his master and uncle often praised him, saying that he had no competitive spirit and was exactly the character a monk should have. Xu Zhu smiled and said nothing.

However, the junior brothers would laugh at him for being stupid in private, and would bully him a little from time to time, such as soiling the floor he had just swept, causing him to be punished by his master. When he was ten years old, he developed a scar on his face. It was just a little bit at first, but then it grew bigger and bigger. It was as big as the mouth of a tea cup and covered less than half of his face. He was a little sad at first, because he was not good-looking to begin with, and now he looked even worse. But the master comforted him and said that monks don't care about physical beauty and ugliness, the body is just a stinky skin to live in. He felt that what Master said was very reasonable, so he was not sad anymore. Sometimes my uncle and the others would take a few brothers with them when they went down the mountain, but they never took him with them. Every time when the familiar senior brothers came back, they would excitedly talk about the novel sights at the bottom of the mountain for a long time, which made other people envious and amazed, but Xu Zhu just smiled. In his opinion, there is no place in the world that is more peaceful than Shaolin Temple.

Such peaceful days have continued until this day.

When Murong Fu told him that he would help him find his biological mother within a year, Xu Zhu's first reaction was that he couldn't believe it, and then the surprise dispelled the trace of doubt in his heart. Why would Mr. Murong say such words? Yes, he must be testing his sincerity.

Seeing Xu Zhu's cheering figure as he left, Murong Fu had mixed feelings in his heart. At this moment, he still hadn't woken up: Why was he so concerned about this little monk? If this happens, won't we have to live in peace for more than half a year?

Maybe for peace of mind.

It's hard to say what Xuanci said, but at least Ye Erniang really cared about her son. For the four villains, except for Yun Zhonghe, who had already lost half of his life, it would be difficult for him to kill the remaining three. But I couldn't bear to see them misbehaving, so I had to think of other ways to maintain peace in the world. If we could help Ye Erniang find her son, many families would be saved from the misfortune of separation.

As for whether it is a blessing or a curse, whether Xu Zhu recognizes Ye Erniang as his biological mother or not is his own business.

Calculating the time, Ye Erniang should be in Xixia at the moment. When things are over, let's go to Xixia using Li Yanzong's identity.

As long as he doesn't meet that old lady Li Qiushui, Xixia can come and leave whenever he wants.

The group stayed in the Shaolin Temple for three days, then said goodbye and left.

At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.

"Mr. Murong, let's say goodbye here. If you have free time in the future, come to Dali more often. We old monks and Zhengming admire Mr. Murong very much."

The group split into two groups. Ben Guan and Murong Fu returned to Dali and Yanziwu respectively.

Speechless all the way.

A few days later, Yanziwu.

Doctor Xue came to Shenhe Village after treating Ma Dayuan as promised.

As soon as they met, he greeted Murong Fu excitedly: "Mr. Murong, have you ever met your master? Is he still in good health? Did he say anything to you?"

Murong Fu took out the letter from Su Xinghe from his sleeve and handed it to Divine Doctor Xue: "Maybe you should call me uncle now."

Doctor Xue was happy and confused at the same time, but Su Xinghe had a handwritten letter in front of him, so he couldn't think about it anymore. He first held the letter Murong Fu handed him with both hands and placed it on the table. Then he bowed respectfully, then asked for a basin of water, washed his hands, and finally opened the letter eagerly. Read on. Murong Fu was stunned by this series of operations.

After reading it in one breath, Xue Muhua's tears couldn't stop falling, and he kept muttering: "This is Master's handwriting, this is Master's handwriting."

He was past his destined age, but at this moment he was crying like a seven or eight-year-old child, reading the letter over and over again, and laughing again. That was really funny. After he calmed down a bit, he looked at Murong Fu with shock in his eyes.

"Mr. Murong, uncle Murong, are you really accepted as a direct disciple by the master? Is the master really still alive in this world?"

Murong Fu nodded affirmatively.

"Xue Muhua pays homage to Uncle Master!"

After receiving a positive reply from the other party, Doctor Xue bowed down without hesitation and bowed as a junior.

Seeing Doctor Xue, who was several rounds older than him, kneeling in front of him and calling him uncle, Murong Fu felt that this world was a bit absurd and funny. However, he did not show any pretense and accepted the gift with peace of mind.

He cleared his throat and stretched out his hand to support the other party: "Master Nephew Xue is polite, please get up quickly. Uncle Master has something important to discuss with Nephew Xue!"

The excitement in Divine Doctor Xue's eyes did not diminish. Now he finally returned to his master's sect. As for the eight brothers mentioned in the master's letter to assist his uncle, Divine Doctor Xue naturally complied with it. One thing was taken for granted, and the other thing was not. Uncle Murong didn't know that he would only be able to return to his master's school in the year of the monkey.

"Uncle Master, I want to ask you, how is the situation going when you go to Luoyang this time to treat Ma Dayuan, the deputy leader of the Beggar Clan?"

Murong Fu quickly got into the role, and his uncle's airs were not inconsistent at all.

"Uncle, my uncle, Ma Dayuan's condition is no longer serious under the care of my nephew. However, there is something fishy about his condition!"

Doctor Xue hesitated for a while and then said.

Murong Fu raised his eyebrows: "Oh? What's unusual? Tell me quickly."

"Yes!"

So Doctor Xue explained in detail how he looked at Ma Dayuan and how he treated him. Murong Fu couldn't understand the medical theory, so he figured out one thing: Ma Dayuan was not sick, but had been poisoned.

"This matter is not trivial. Is it possible that Master Nephew Xue is sure?"

Murong Fu asked again.

"Reporting to Uncle Master, it is absolutely true. The name of the poison that Ma Dayuan was exposed to is called "Cold Chicken", which is quite secretive. Ordinary doctors will only treat it as severe cold, and it is often difficult to prescribe the right medicine. In the end, the patient succumbed to treatment. The same goes for Master Nephew. When I traveled around in the early years, I saw this kind of poison. That’s why I learned about it. In order to avoid trouble, when my nephew was treating Ma Dayuan, he told everyone that he had severe cold, not the truth. "

"Why is that so?" Murong Fu said.

"This poison is not something that can be done in a day. It needs to be exposed for many years to produce this effect. I have observed Ma Dayuan's symptoms for at least three months, so..."

Murong Fu's eyes narrowed: "You mean, there is a spy out of the Beggar Clan, and someone poisoned Ma Dayuan?"

"Exactly! As the saying goes, there is no close relationship between strangers. Xue Muhua really doesn't dare to interfere in the internal affairs of the Beggar Clan, so that's why."

"Interesting." Murong Fu smiled slightly. "Do you know the origin of this poison?"

Doctor Xue pondered for a long time and replied: "This poison needs to be refined from the essence of Kunshan, and it mostly comes from the northwest area. This kind of thing is rare in our Song Dynasty, that is to say"

Murong Fu waved his hand to stop him from continuing: "I understand, please step back."

"Yes"

Doctor Xue bowed and retreated, leaving Murong Fu alone in the hall to think.