Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

If it were the Liao Kingdom, Tubo, or Dali, then using money to clear the way would be nonsense. But this is Xixia! The Xixia royal court, which can only be paid a mere 100,000 taels of silver per year, is really small and poor. During Li Yuanhao's period, Xixia was still able to repeatedly jump between the Liao Kingdom and the Song Dynasty with the heroic talents and broad strategies of a generation of heroes, and the militancy of all the people. Once Li Yuanhao left, Xixia was like Wang Xiaoer. The New Year celebrations were worse than the previous ones - how strong could it be if the Song Dynasty almost destroyed the country?

Half a month ago, Murong Fu ordered Gong Yeqian to secretly transfer the required funds to the northwest through the Murong family's scattered banks.

This time when I went to Xixia, I also went to Tubo to ask the imperial master to settle the debt.

Murong Fu couldn't help but sigh: Sure enough, the most profitable career in the world is written in the criminal law. After a while of this busy work, the Murong family's many properties were able to generate profits in two years.

He is not afraid of Jiumozhi defaulting on his debt. After all, the words are written in black and white, and there is a guarantee of force. The national master still has some face.

Murong Fu carefully put away the "50,000 taels of gold" and flew all the way up the steps of Shaoshi Mountain until he arrived in front of the temple.

From the pavilion halfway up the mountain to the temple gate, there was no monk on duty. Murong Fu's heart trembled slightly: Could it be that something big happened in Shaolin tonight? Calculating the time, Xuan Ku was attacked by someone unexpectedly and was seriously injured and was about to die. Xiao Yuanshan didn't have time. The person who attacked him should be Murong Bo in disguise, as he had guessed before!

Thinking of this, Murong Fu became even more convinced that Murong Bo and Xuan Ci had a shady deal.

Murong Fu entered the temple gate without much effort and walked through the corridors and alleys without disturbing anyone. Often the patrolling monk would be discovered by Murong Fu when he was still ten feet away.

But despite running around like this, I still can't figure out what happened tonight.

Murong Fu thought for a while and suddenly thought of Xu Zhu: When he came to Shaolin last time, Murong Fu went to Xu Zhu's monk dormitory to stay for a while. Wouldn't it be the most appropriate time to ask him? But how can we be sure that Xu Zhu is definitely in the room?

Just grab anyone and ask. Unless you silence them after asking, old monk Xuanci and Murong Bo will be able to guess it is him.

And Xu Zhu is an honest and kind person, so if he is not allowed to talk, he will definitely keep his mouth shut.

So Murong Fu turned around and quickly found Xu Zhu's location.

Murong Fu looked through the crack in the window and saw a familiar figure lying on the couch. Although it was dark, Xu Zhu's tall and thin figure was particularly easy to recognize.

Murong Fu felt happy, opened the door of the monk's room, and strode in.

When Xu Zhu heard the sound, he wanted to get up. Murong Fu hurriedly stepped forward and touched the opponent's acupuncture points.

When his fingers touched Xu Zhu's body, Murong Fu felt an inner energy clearly resisting the force of his fingers. In the flash of light and stone, Murong Fu quickly used a little bit of Beiming Zhenqi to seal this inner force, thinking to himself: Such a brilliant inner force, it shouldn't be.

With his hands moving, Murong Fu hurriedly said: "Little Master Xu Zhu, it's me, Murong Fu!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Xu Zhu's body visibly stiffened, and then he relaxed: "Mr. Murong, is it you? Did the young monk make any mistake? Why did you click on the young monk's acupuncture points?"

Murong Fu sent a message into the secret: "I'm sorry, little master. I came to you to find out what happened in the temple tonight. Why are you alone in the room and where are the others?"

Although Xu Zhu heard from several uncles some time ago that Murong Fu was probably the murderer of his uncle Xuanbei, Xu Zhu didn't want to believe it in his heart. After all, in his opinion, someone who can treat a low-level Shaolin disciple like him equally and promise to find his mother for him means that he cannot be that kind of villain.

Xu Zhu listened to Murong Fu's question, thought for a while, and felt sad in his heart: "Today, Master Xuanku's uncle passed away. All the uncles, masters, and brothers went to recite sutras for our uncle. The young monk had a disease on his body. Injured, Master Abbot specifically allows the young monk to rest here."

Xu Zhu said, coughing a few times due to the injury.

Murong Fu thought to himself: "It's true." Seeing that Xu Zhu's condition was not right, he asked: "You are injured, what's going on?"

Xu Zhu briefly recounted what happened when he was injured by the mysterious man. After hearing this, Murong Fu was surprised: "Is this really so?"

Murong Fu knew from the previous contact that Xu Zhu would have an adventure this time, but it was surprising that he could receive Murong Bo's blow without causing any serious problems. You must know that Xu Zhu's previous martial arts skills were almost non-existent.

"Is it the Yi Jin Jing? No, logically speaking, this thing cannot be practiced at all!"

Murong Fu murmured in his heart.

However, Murong Fu also felt happy when he thought Xu Zhu had this opportunity.

Murong Fu said: "Little Master Xu Zhu seems to have some extraordinary fortune!"

Xu Zhu saw the look of envy on Murong Fu's face and wondered, "Why did Mr. Murong say that?"

Murong Fu asked doubtfully: "Don't you know?"

"What do you know?" Xu Zhu scratched his bald head involuntarily.

Murong Fu did not answer Xu Zhu's question directly, but said: "During this period, have you done anything different from the past?"

Xu Zhu thought for a while and answered honestly: "During this period, the abbot master asked the young monk to serve a master from Tianzhu. The master would teach the young monk to recite a scripture every night. The master said that he was weak and sick, and he might not be able to survive in the future. Returned to his hometown. I was afraid that these scriptures could not be passed down to future generations, so I gave them to the young monk."

Murong Fu thought to himself: It's true, some things in the world are so coincidental.

Polo Xing understands Sanskrit, but his character is destined to fail him in practicing the Yi Jin Jing. It is possible for Xu Zhu to develop a mind that is free from contention, desire and pursuit, but he does not understand Sanskrit. Thinking about it, Boluoxing used Xu Zhu as a guinea pig and would definitely not tell Xu Zhu the actual situation. In this way, it would allow Xu Zhu to practice magical skills.

In terms of internal strength alone, Xu Zhu has already surpassed old monks like Xuan Nan, but he didn't realize it at all. No wonder Murong Bo's slap only slightly injured him.

Murong Fu sighed in his heart: God's will, God's will. He took away Xu Zhu's opportunity, but Murong Bo made Xu Zhu's opportunity come true by mistake. Interesting, really interesting.

Murong Fu said: "Little Master Xu Zhu is blessed with profound blessings. He will definitely have great opportunities in the future. If you practice with peace of mind, you will surely achieve the true fruition in the future."

Xu Zhu smiled slightly: "Thank you, Master." But he didn't take the other person's words to heart, he just thought that the other person was teasing him. Speaking of this, I remembered something again and stopped talking.

Murong Fu said: "Young Master, do you want to ask about finding a relative?"