Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

If Xuan Ci was really the enlightened monk he claimed to be, he should have committed suicide after the Yanmen Pass incident, instead of fostering Qiao Feng and sending a letter to Wang Jiantong. He would not have allowed his ex-lover Ye Erniang to kill babies, pretend to be deaf and dumb, and bring disaster to the world for many years. If we rank the villains in the world today, Murong Bo would be first and Xuan Ci is undoubtedly the second. This pair of old friends really live up to the old saying that birds of a feather flock together.

Villains and hypocrites are the easiest to deal with.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Abbot Xuanci, what advice do you have?"

Xuan Ci pondered for a long time, and Murong Fu was at ease, watching the old monk enter into meditation with a smile on his face.

For a moment, a fierce light flashed in Xuanci's eyes, but was quickly hidden well.

Murong Fu sneered and said bluntly: "Master Xuanci, don't think that Murong Fu is still the Wuxia Amon of the past. You want to take advantage of the fact that there are only you and me here to do the candle shadow axe sound thing. Master Xuanci does not have that ability!"

As he spoke, an invisible energy force suddenly erupted. Xuan Ci felt as if an invisible mountain was covering his shoulders. He could not stand and had to mobilize his internal strength to resist. He had practiced the profound Shaolin internal strength for sixty years. How could he resist with all his strength? However, facing this invisible energy force, it was like a lone boat hitting the waves. He resisted for only a moment before he groaned and collapsed to the ground.

"My, my inner strength!"

The next moment, Xuan Ci was horrified to find that the tremendous internal energy he had cultivated for more than sixty years had disappeared in an instant, like a drop in the ocean, without a trace. In an instant, he felt as if his whole body had fallen into an icy cave.

"Hua Gong Dafa?! You have mastered Hua Gong Dafa!"

Thinking of some terrible possibility, Xuan Ci broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Only unworthy disciples of our sect like Ding Chunqiu would practice such a useless thing as Hua Gong Dafa."

After saying this, he flicked his sleeves lightly, and a gust of warm wind blew gently towards Xuan Ci.

Xuan Ci only felt his body warm up, as if he was soaking in a hot spring in winter. Within a few short breaths, the internal energy that had just disappeared without a trace emerged from his limbs and bones again.

"W-what on earth is going on?"

This short moment shocked Xuan Ci beyond words.

"Master, why do you have to ask this question?"

Murong Fu put his hands behind his back and smiled indifferently.

Xuan Ci's face turned gray in an instant, as if what had just disappeared was not his internal energy, but the blood in his body. His tall figure suddenly withered like a dead pine tree in late autumn.

The current abbot of Shaolin, who is known as the best martial artist in Shaolin in the past hundred years, was defeated without any resistance. He was defeated miserably and without knowing why.

At this moment, Xuan Ci's faith collapsed, just like an exquisite sand castle on the beach, which disappeared instantly under the impact of the tide.

"I have practiced Shaolin internal skills for more than sixty years, but I am still no match for the leader of Xiaoyao Sect! This, this, this."

As if seeing through Xuanci's inner thoughts, Murong Fu smiled and said, "Master Abbot, don't worry so much. It's not the first time that the old abbot has been defeated in all these years. Didn't the old abbot also suffer a similar defeat outside Yanmen Pass thirty years ago?"

In the secret room, the candlelight flickered and there was a slight sound of wind.

"You, what did you say? What did you say?"

Xuan Ci felt as if the hand of fate had grabbed his neck fiercely and thrown him out, traveling through time and space and returning to that afternoon more than thirty years ago. The wind was howling that day and there were rugged rocks outside Yanmen Pass. The tall figure of the man was like a furious King Kong, and he beat the twenty-three Central Plains masters to a defeat. He was lifted high up by the man and fell on a huge rock in the distance. He was seriously injured and witnessed the Khitan man slaughtering all the Central Plains masters as if he was cutting melons and vegetables.

After that, he was in a trance for a long time. He felt guilty and remorseful for killing a good man by mistake, and was worried that the past would happen again. He was also terrified by the ghost of Khitan who jumped off the cliff and whose life or death was unknown.

This was the biggest secret in his heart, and he had kept it tightly covered for more than thirty years. Now that it was revealed like this, how could he not be horrified?

Murong Fu smiled and said, "The old abbot is a smart man, he should know what I am talking about. Thirty years ago, the abbot was still young. After receiving a message from a person who should have died long ago, he led a group of heroes from the Central Plains to ambush a Khitan couple in the chaos outside Yanmen Pass. The Central Plains masters were defeated by the Khitan master's amazing fighting skills. The man was Xiao Yuanshan, the Khitan Shan Army coach at the time. He was overwhelmed by the fact that his wife was killed for no reason, and he couldn't bear the blow, so he jumped off the cliff holding his wife's remains, leaving behind an orphan."

"How ridiculous and shameful. Song and Liao have not fought a major war for decades since the Battle of Chanyuan. Abbot Xuanci actually believed the words of my father Murong Bo, who should have died but is still wandering around the world. He believed the bullshit that the Khitan warriors wanted to seize the Shaolin's unique skills, pretended to be ignorant when he knew the truth, and caused such a tragedy. He even shamelessly regarded this as an achievement and inherited the position of Shaolin abbot. Ridiculous, ridiculous."

"Master Abbot, forgive me for being blunt, but you have just seen martial arts that are stronger than Shaolin. The founding of the Song Dynasty was not based on Shaolin skills. The 72 unique skills that Shaolin cherishes are no different from bricks and tiles in my opinion. The only one worth mentioning is the Yi Jin Jing. Unfortunately, you have not mastered it either."

Murong Fu smiled mockingly.

Xuan Ci's figure completely collapsed, and he sighed for a long time: "So you already knew it a long time ago. Your father told you, right? The thing I was most worried about finally happened. You and your son really colluded with each other secretly."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Murong Fu sneered, "Master Abbot, you are wrong. Although Murong Bo and I are father and son in name, we have no father-son relationship. Since I was born, Murong Bo has faked his death and fled. He didn't even go home to see his wife when she died. How could he collude with me? Master Abbot, I'm afraid you have provided Murong Bo with a lot of conveniences over the years, right?"

Xuan Ci's whole body felt like being struck by lightning, and he said in despair, "I was forced to do this. I had no choice. I was forced to do this."

Murong Fu laughed and said, "You were forced? Were you forced to allow Xuan Bei to be killed?"

Xuan Ci widened his eyes and looked at Murong Fu intently, without saying a word for a long time.

"Xuan Ci, at this point, the only person who can help you is me, Murong Fu. You'd better listen to my instructions carefully, otherwise, not only you, but also the century-old reputation of Shaolin will be ruined."

Xuan Ci said angrily, "Since you know that this matter was caused by Murong Bo, once it is made public, will your Murong family be able to get away with it?"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Abbot, you are joking. Everyone in the world knows that my father Murong Bo has been dead for many years. How can you put the blame on my Murong family for something that happened thirty years ago?"

Xuan Ci slowly widened his eyes and murmured, "A trap, this is a thirty-year trap. I, Xuan Ci, cannot be a sinner of Shaolin. I would rather die than be coerced by you!"

As he said that, he raised his big hand and struck down on his head fiercely. With a "bang", Xuan Ci fell down immediately.

Murong Fu stared at Xuan Ci coldly and waited quietly.