Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

"Awake? Master Abbot?"

He still spoke at a steady pace, with a hint of sarcasm in his jokes.

"Master Fangzhang's Iron Head Kung Fu is really amazing. Since it can defend against the fierce power of Shaolin's Vajra Palm, I admire it very much."

"you"

Xuan Ci's words were stuck in his throat, and he said "you" without saying anything for a long time.

The man chuckled, and then a strong wind blew in the secret room, making a whistling sound. When the wind stopped, the dim room suddenly became as bright as day, as hundreds of candles on both sides of the room were lit at once.

"You, are you a human or a ghost?"

Xuan Ci said in a muffled voice.

Murong Fu sneered, "If there were ghosts in this world, the abbot would have been killed by those wronged spirits long ago. Why would he come to my Yanziwu to perform suicide?"

Murong Fu squatted down and looked down at Xuan Ci: "I am very curious. Master Abbot claims to be the leader of the martial arts world. He has spent his life fighting demons and defending the Way. He has killed countless evil villains. It is said that monks have long seen through life and death. Don't you Buddhists claim that the so-called flesh is just a stinking skin bag that stays in the world? Why does Master Abbot attach so much importance to this stinking skin bag?"

"Could it be that the Master Abbot is too old and his hands are too weak? If so, I can help the Master Abbot."

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves and a tray from the table not far away flew over and landed steadily in front of Xuan Ci.

Xuan Ci looked up and saw three things on the tray, a dagger flashing with cold light, a smooth and exquisite porcelain bottle, and a white silk.

Murong Fu said: "Each of the three things here can be fatal. Master Abbot can choose by himself. After the master dies, oh, no, after he passes away, I can escort the master's body back to Shaolin Temple for burial."

Xuan Ci stammered, "No, no, I can't die. Shaolin will not let me go if I die in your Yanziwu."

Murong Fu sneered: "So what? Is there anyone in Shaolin Temple who can be a match for me?"

Apart from the inconspicuous sweeping monk, the strongest person in Shaolin today is Xuan Ci.

Hearing this, Xuan Ci's face turned pale and he murmured, "Are you going to destroy Shaolin Temple?"

Murong Fu looked directly into Xuan Ci's eyes and sneered, "Why, is it not possible?"

"You, you are killing innocent people indiscriminately. You will become the public enemy of the Central Plains martial arts world!"

"Shaolin Temple is innocent? Shaolin Temple has been plundering people for hundreds of years, and has accumulated countless farms and shops. Which one of them is not stained with the blood and tears of ordinary people? You are innocent? What are you innocent about? You all deserve to die."

"me"

"Does the abbot want to commit suicide? Please do as you please. But don't blame me for not reminding you. When your body is sent to Shaoshi Mountain, my Xiaoyao Sect will go to war with Shaolin Temple. I promise that no one in the Shaolin Temple will be left alive. You should think carefully, because if you die, you will become the eternal sinner of Shaolin."

Xuan Ci's trembling hand reached out for the tray in front of him, but finally stopped a few inches away. He didn't dare to move forward an inch, and finally collapsed weakly.

"Master Murong, if you have any instructions, please tell me. I will do my best to cooperate."

Xuan Ci's voice was faint, like a candle in the wind. At this moment, the lights in the room were as bright as day, but Xuan Ci's mood was like a dark and long night with no end in sight.

"Okay, Master Abbot is really a smart man, straightforward."

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Let me tell you my conditions first. I will secretly deal with Murong Bo, and no one will mention the romantic affair of Master Abbot in the past. As for whether the Khitan orphan from that year will seek revenge on Master Abbot, Master, there are so many masters in Shaolin Temple, you won't be afraid of a mere person, right?"

Xuan Ci was delighted at first, but then he was shocked: "You, that's your biological father, you want to kill him?"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Master Abbot, please don't worry about this. Anyway, as long as Master Abbot agrees to my conditions, I promise that Murong Bo will never bother Master Abbot again. Abbot Xuanci's position will be as stable as Mount Tai in the future. How do you think?"

Although Xuan Ci knew that the conditions put forward by Murong Fu would certainly not be easy to achieve, and he was probably aiming for something big, but now the other party was threatening his life and property, the lives of hundreds of monks in the Shaolin Temple, and the Shaolin Taoist tradition of hundreds of years. Even though Xuan Ci knew that things were not going well, he was already in a difficult situation.

Murong Fu put his hands behind his back and said calmly, "The Song Dynasty has been at peace for a long time, and its military preparations have been neglected. The Liao Kingdom and Xixia in the north, and the Tubo in the west have always been powerful enemies of the Song Dynasty. In the past, the Central Plains martial arts community, under the leadership of the Beggars' Sect and Shaolin, mostly contributed to the Song Dynasty. However, there are also treacherous villains who, for their own selfish interests, use the name of the Great Sage to commit great thieves and deceive the world for fame. I strongly disagree with this."

"I think that from now on, it would be better to follow the example of Duke Huan of Qi who united the nine states, respected the king and expelled the barbarians, and establish a unified decision-making and unified action organization to restrain the organizations of various sects. Representatives of the Shaolin, Beggars' Sect, Xiaoyao and other sects will discuss matters together. In the future, all major events in the martial arts world will be decided by this organization. If any sect violates this, it will be regarded as an enemy of the entire Central Plains martial arts world, and the world will punish it together. What do you think, Master Abbot?"

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

Xuan Ci's expression suddenly changed slightly: "You, you want to be the leader of the martial arts world?"

Murong Fu chuckled, "Master Abbot, you didn't understand what I meant. I meant that representatives of all sects and schools should discuss matters together, but I don't want to make it a one-man show. When the time comes, Xiaoyao, Beggars' Sect, and Shaolin will come forward and invite heroes from all over the world to meet in front of Shaoshi Mountain to decide the seats. What do you think, Abbot?"

Xuan Ci said: "In this case, Master Murong's martial arts are unrivaled in the world, isn't that a safe bet?"

"Of course not. Wouldn't that be coercion? Each family and sect can only send ten masters to represent their sect in the battle. There are a total of one hundred seats. From now on, all decisions made by the Central Plains martial arts world must be approved by more than 70% of the seats. In this way, the incident at Yanmen Pass will not happen again. If there are private fights between different sects and become enemies in the future, they will be enemies of the entire martial arts world."

Xuan Ci listened, his eyes sparkled: Shaolin indeed has no one who can rival Murong Fu now. However, according to the plan proposed by Murong Fu, in this unprecedented super sect that is about to be born, Shaolin can still occupy at least ten seats. What's more, Shaolin's peripheral forces are countless, and there are countless lay disciples, many of whom are masters. In the future, they will naturally follow the lead of Shaolin. In addition to Murong Fu himself, the Murong family only has Murong Bo, who has been pretending to be dead for many years, and this man is simply impossible to represent the Murong family in the battle. In this way, Shaolin will still be the leader of the Central Plains martial arts world, and because of the existence of this alliance, Shaolin's future actions will be more legitimate.

When Xuan Ci thought about it, he immediately understood. This kid from the Murong family worked so hard, but in the end he ended up making wedding dresses for Shaolin.

Oh, after all, you are still too young and inexperienced.

Xuan Ci asked, "Sir, can you guarantee that what you said is true?"

Murong Fu said: "Of course."

"Okay, in that case, I'll do as you say."

"Okay, in the next year, the three of us will notify all the martial arts schools in the Song Dynasty and gather at Shaoshi Mountain one year later to join us in this great event."