Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

"Master Xuanbei was very skilled in martial arts and was in the prime of his life. How could he suddenly pass away?"

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Murong Fu's mind.

Of course he knew how Xuan Bei died. From the moment he entered the door, he spotted Xuannan and others, and vaguely guessed their purpose. It's just that the other party didn't say anything, and he didn't point it out.

The reason why he deliberately stayed in Langhuan Paradise for so long was to avoid the blame that Murong Bo put on him. He had long calculated that a big day like today would be the best time for the so-called "enemies" to seek revenge.

The reason is simple: these people are afraid of death. In front of hundreds of participants, it would be difficult for him to kill someone. Maybe in order to gain a reputation for magnanimity, he has to perform a drama that ignores past grudges.

Moreover, in the presence of oneself, the persuasiveness of others to defend oneself will be greatly reduced: because masters who have practiced internal skills to a certain level can transmit sounds into secrets.

The explanations from Elder Wu and others will be most effective only if he is not present. Then if he appears at the right time, small fishes and shrimps like those who are passing by will no longer bother him.

Because in front of everyone in the world, Murong Fu led the truth to the fact that someone framed him, and it would be difficult to put the blame on himself again if a similar blame appeared.

Xuannan slowly recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha. About half a month ago, at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, a local farmer discovered the body of Brother Xuanbei. The farmer recognized the monks in the temple, so he hurriedly went up the mountain to report In the temple. Master Abbot and a group of fellow apprentices went down the mountain to take a look and found that fellow apprentice Xuanbei had passed away for a long time."

Murong Fu remained silent.

What was supposed to come had finally come, but he didn't expect that Murong Bo would be so bold as to kill Xuan Bei, this lunatic, directly at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain!

"If I guess correctly, Master Xuanbei probably died under the 'Great Skanda Pestle'" Murong Fu said calmly.

A Shaolin monk wearing blue robes angrily shouted: "It is indeed Murong Fu who killed Uncle Xuanbei! You are still here acting coquettishly!"

Before he finished speaking, he took out his sword and wanted to take action.

"How presumptuous! When did Shaolin get a disciple of the Hui generation to take charge!"

Xuannan's "lion's roar" containing profound internal energy blasted in the ears of the Huizi monk. Under this shock, the monk's blood suddenly surged, his face flushed, and he almost lost his sword.

Regardless of the discomfort in his body, the monk hurriedly confessed to Xuannan: "Uncle Xuannan, my disciple is reckless, go to my uncle to punish me!"

Xuannan said in a deep voice: "Monks, abstain from anger. What happened today, after I go back, I will get thirty sticks from the Discipline Academy!"

"Yes!" The monk kowtowed to Xuannan again, and then respectfully retreated behind Xuannan. He stopped talking, but his eyes were still staring at Murong Fu fiercely.

Murong Fu secretly nodded and praised: It is indeed a famous sect that has been around for hundreds of years, and its discipline of its disciples is really beyond reproach. During the whole process, the monk didn't even dare to say a word of rebuttal.

Xuannan bowed and apologized: "Amitabha, Shaolin disciples are so reckless that they make Master Murong laugh. The one just now is the eldest disciple of my junior brother Xuanji, whose name is Hui Chan. The other five are all monks of my Shaolin Hui generation."

Murong Fu said nothing, just smiled and nodded. The other party came to ask questions, and he looked like he was going to eat him alive. There was no need for him to lower his posture. As the saying goes, people respect me one foot, and I respect others one foot. If someone offends me without reason, why should I act coy?

"It turns out that Master Xuannan and all the eminent monks of the Hui generation in Shaolin came to me, Master Murong Fuxing, to question him." Murong Fu said without any emotion in his tone.

Just when Hui Chan was about to scold him, he remembered his uncle's admonishment just now, but he held the words in his mouth and did not say any more, his broad face turned red.

Xuannan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Mr. Murong guessed it right. Senior Brother Xuanbei did indeed die under his famous stunt, the Great Wei Tuo Pestle. This stunt is fierce and domineering, extremely lethal, and extremely difficult to practice. Together. Senior Brother Xuanbei is the only one in the temple who has mastered this kung fu to great perfection. This is why the poor monk came to see Mr. Murong this time."

"So, Master suspects that Master Xuanbei's death is related to Murong Fu?"

Xuannan closed his eyes and slowly shook his head: "Monks don't tell lies. Master Murong, this is what the poor monk thought when he first came here. But what I just saw during the dinner made me feel that there are many doubts about this matter. .”

"Oh?" Murong Fu didn't expect the other party to be so frank and waited for Xuannan to continue.

"As Mr. Murong said, he has been traveling in the past few months. But the people who provoked the two provocations just now said that Mr. Murong killed someone close to them. Although the old monk is old, he is not drowsy. . There is something very fishy about this matter. Apparently someone framed Mr. Murong and made him have a grudge against the martial arts community."

Xuannan slowly recounted his thoughts one by one.

"Young master Murong is a talented young man. The reputation of the Murong family for "repaying him with his own way" is too loud. Anyone who kills the other party based on the deceased's famous martial arts can have the crime grafted onto the name of the Murong family. Next. So this matter is highly doubtful."

Murong Fu's expression remained unchanged and he remained silent, but he secretly praised him in his heart.

Finally someone with normal intelligence!

In the world of martial arts, there are many miraculous martial arts, and there are also many speechless scenes that reduce wisdom. This is not a vulgar setting that says you must pick up magical skills if you jump off a cliff. But when the protagonist of Te Niang is wronged, she always follows the same template as Te Miao, without even bothering to change her lines.

For example, if a bit player is killed by the villain, the protagonist will always appear on the back foot right before the villain, facing the body of the bit player, and say: "I'm late!"

Then another wave of people will inevitably appear at this time, and they just happen to catch the protagonist exploring the body of the actor, and then they all say: "Well, you so-and-so! You are so cruel and ruthless, killing so-and-so, that's you What the hell!"

Please, wouldn't it be enough to just ask a professional to do an on-site appraisal for this kind of thing? If you have to disagree and fight, brothers, do you know what it means to protect the scene?

Gang leader Qiao has experienced similar situations, and so has a certain leader Zhang. Murong Fu also experienced the same.

There are always certain occasions and times when everyone seems to have lost their mind. Even if the Murong family is accustomed to using other people's famous stunts to kill people, does it mean that the people must be killed by the Murong family? Are the two necessarily related?

There are so many similar martial arts in the world. Unless there are martial arts above the level of Shaolin's Seventy-Two Special Skills, how can there be so many unique skills?

Even if it is a magical martial art like Dou Zhuan Xing Shift, there is also the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth which has similar effects!

The Zhen sect's martial arts that the Qingcheng sect and the Penglai sect regard as treasures are all things that were used in Shi Shui Pavilion to pad the table corners.

This group of people is not so much here to seek revenge from Murong Fong as they are unwilling to believe that their little martial arts skills are really that great and so easy to break. At least the death of Ma Dayuan in the original work is actually related to Murong's death. It has nothing to do with it.

People will only believe what they want to believe.

Xuannan continued: "But this matter is of great importance. As a monk of our temple, Brother Xuanbei is involved in a big matter. I really don't dare to make a conclusion based on one-sided words."

Murong Fu's face did not change, but he sneered in his heart: He said that all living beings are equal, but in the end, even his own temple was divided into three, six or nine levels. If the person who died was a young monk with a false name, would Shaolin still be so aggressive? I'm afraid I don't even know that someone is missing. Just because Xuan Bei is Xuan Ci's junior brother, the place where he even comes to hold people accountable is the head of the Bodhidharma Academy.

"So, does Master Xuannan really mean that he believes that Master Xuanbei was harmed by Murong Fu? Or does he not believe it?"

Murong Fu was calm and composed, as if he was talking about a very ordinary matter.

XuanNan nodded secretly in his heart. Faced with such a catastrophic disaster that might offend the largest sect in the martial arts world, Murong Fu could still be so calm. It really felt a bit like the mountain collapsed and his expression remained unchanged. This kind of character, Impressive.

Xuannan thought for a while: "I don't dare to make a conclusion about the murder of senior brother Xuanbei. I came here this time to ask Mr. Murong to go to Shaolin with me to investigate the murder of senior brother Xuanbei together. I believe it. Senior Brother Abbot has a sharp eye, and he will definitely be able to give Mr. Murong justice."

"But what if I don't go?"

Murong Fu changed his polite tone and said coldly.

Xuannan was stunned, obviously not expecting the other party to answer like this.

Murong Fu flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly: "If your sect sincerely invites you, you only need to send one or two monks. Why do you need to send out the head of Bodhidharma Academy? We also need to bring these few wise men with strong skills." Monk? How could you arrange for the other two eminent monks of the Xuan generation to follow Master Xuannan all the way? I’m afraid the fight was an attempt to coerce Master Xuannan because they couldn’t invite each other!” Xuannan’s face changed drastically: “What does Mr. Murong mean by this? ?" Murong Fu ignored Xuan Nan and stared coldly at the darkness behind Xuan Nan.

"Come out, two masters. Just now when Murong Fu was having a drink with Elder Wu, you two were already preparing to strike!"

A Buddhist chant sounded, and two figures in gray robes and bamboo hats slowly walked out of the dark night.

Because it was dark night and both of them had strong internal strength, they hid for a long time without being noticed by Xuannan.

"It was so lively just now that the two masters didn't come out to have a glass of wine. Instead, they hid in my courtyard and participated in the bitter meditation. It's a pity that people outside my Murong family didn't plant any bodhi trees in the courtyard, so they were neglectful. Two masters, don't be surprised!" Murong Fudi's tone was full of ridicule.

The two of them first greeted Xuannan with his shocked eyes, and then looked at Murong Fu: "Mr. Murong, we say goodbye at Shaoshi Mountain and meet again."

Murong Fu looked at the two people and thought for a while: "Just now I always felt that there are two masters with good skills in the courtyard. It turns out that they are the two masters Xuan Ji and Xuan Tong. You are fine!"

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