Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

In Shaolin Temple.

Abbot Xuanci was sitting in the main hall, looking calmly at the monks below.

"Everyone, there are frequent reports of incidents of hurting people in our Shaolin Temple. What do you think?"

Xuandu said angrily:

"When I look at this, it turns out that someone is deliberately setting the blame on my Shaolin Temple."

"I just don't know who the other party is, otherwise, I will definitely kill him..."

Xuan Cifang clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, junior brother, don't be too violent. Although that person is hateful, he shouldn't lose his compassion."

Xuanji, the leader of the Discipline Academy, said:

"Brother, the leader, people from all the martial arts sects have been injured, and now they are attacking our Shaolin with great force."

"We should invite some forces that have good relations with Shaolin as soon as possible to cheer for us."

Xuanci remained silent and looked at the others.

Another eminent monk, Xuan Tong, said:

"Amitabha."

"Senior Brother Head, I also think it's better to prepare early."

"If something unexpected happens, we will be able to protect ourselves."

Xuanci glanced at Xuan Tong, then at the other junior brothers, and asked, "Do you also mean this?"

The other monks nodded and said in unison: "This is what we all mean."

"In that case, let's leave this matter to Junior Brother Xuanji with full authority." Xuanci said.

"I sincerely comply with the Buddha's decree, Senior Brother, Headmaster." Xuanji said, clasping his hands.

Xuanci waved his hand to let the monks leave, then he stood up and walked towards the back of the hall.

Today's incident also made him feel a huge crisis.

However, I don't know how to do it.

He had no choice but to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and meet the Shaolin Temple's greatest support now - the sweeping monk.

"Xuanci, are you looking for me?" The sweeping monk appeared in front of Xuanci wearing a blue novice monk's robe.

Xuanci bowed respectfully and said: "Uncle, our temple may be facing a catastrophe, but my nephew has no idea now."

The sweeping monk looked calm and said: "Haha, all things in the world have their own destiny. When the calamity is supposed to be, it will be the calamity."

When Xuanci heard the words, he nodded slightly. He understood some of the truth.

However, once people have a way out and a backer, they will unconsciously want to grab it.

Even though he was the abbot of Shaolin, he was not exempt from the secular world. There was a strong man behind him, so he naturally wanted to ask some questions. He clasped his hands and said:

"Uncle Master's words make sense, but my heart is not at peace."

"Well, go ahead." The sweeping monk nodded.

Throughout the whole process, he didn’t ask a single question about what Xuan Ci meant by the great calamity.

Nowadays, rumors are spreading all over the world.

Shaolin Temple has been shaped into a heinous and evil organization.

Murong Fu followed the crowd and couldn't help but secretly admire them when he heard these rumors.

"Three people become wolves, four people become tigers, what people say is terrifying!"

Wang Yuyan said: "These people seem to have forgotten how powerful the Shaolin Temple is."

"I thought I could overwhelm the Shaolin Temple with just a few words."

Murong Fu shook his head and said, "I'm afraid, there is something behind this matter that is not simple."

"There are many smart people in the world."

"However, not many people know how to fight for public opinion."

"War of public opinion?" Wang Yuyan was also the first to hear this term.

"Haha, it means taking the lead." Murong Fu explained.

"Cousin, what are you going to do when you go to Shaolin Temple this time?" Wang Yuyan asked.

Murong Fu's face darkened. People from several sects clearly regarded him as a leader.

He used his name to fight against Shaolin in order to gain a reputation.

Naturally, we have to fight the Shaolin Temple to the end.

But of course he wouldn't be stupid enough to do that kind of thing.

Not to mention that there is a sweeping monk in the Shaolin Temple, it is just based on the prestige of the Shaolin Temple.

It’s enough for everyone to drink from.

Moreover, when everyone discovered that this matter was a misunderstanding.

Then immediately, someone will come to trouble you. ..

It's really like killing two birds with one stone.

"The person sitting in the car is Murong Fu!"

Just when Murong Fu was thinking about who was the mastermind behind the scenes.

A scream brought him back to reality.

Murong Fu couldn't help but feel curious when he heard the pleasant and unfamiliar voice.

When I got out of the car and looked around, I saw a woman wearing green clothes.

The clothes are fluttering, the body is light and elegant, and the posture of ice and snow is majestic.

Behind him were a group of women dressed in different styles.

Among them were some nuns.

This was the first time Murong Fu had seen such a strange combination.

"Your Excellency?"

"I am Zhou Zhiruo of the Emei Sect." said the woman in green.

"Zhou Zhiruo?" Murong Fu muttered, and he immediately understood that the other party was blocking his purpose.

The opponent is probably here for the Yitian Sword.

"It's me." Zhou Zhiruo replied coldly.

Murong Fu knew the truth and asked, "I wonder what Master Zhou has to do with me?"

"Leader Murong, please don't tell secrets. I came here because I want to return the Zhen Sect's treasure - the Yitian Sword."

Zhou Zhiruo's tone was calm, but there was always a sense of arrogance in her words.

Although Murong Fu had a heart for beauty.

But with his current status, it is impossible to be a licking dog.

The other party's tone was not kind, so he was naturally not polite and asked:

"Do you want to return Yitian Sword?"

"That's right." Zhou Zhiruo nodded.

"Why?"

Zhou Zhiruo was stunned, but she didn't expect that Murong Fu didn't give him any face.

At this time, the surrounding people also came together, many people from the world.

They were all curious about what happened here.

Zhou Zhiruo's face turned red, her frown was charming, and she was about to open her mouth to argue.

A beautiful nun on the side said:

"Leader Murong, the Yitian Sword has been the treasure of our Emei Sect's Sword Mountain since ancient times."

"Some time ago, I was accidentally taken away by Yuan Ren."

"If this sword is in your hands, I hope you can return it to us."

"I, the Emei sect, are willing to pay a lot of money in exchange."

Murong Fu smiled softly and said: "Who is this master? He speaks softly and pleasantly, and he can speak better than your master."

The nun's face remained unchanged and she saluted, "I don't dare to be a master. Leader Murong can just call me Jingxuan."

Jingxuan?

No wonder she was different when he saw her. She turned out to be Zhou Zhiruo's senior sister.

Based on the memory of his previous life, Murong Fu remembered Jingxuan's prestige in the sect.

But it's a bit higher than Zhou Zhiruo.

However, it was impossible for Murong Fu to return the Yitian Sword just because she spoke nicely.

"Haha, the master also said that the Yitian Sword was stolen by Yuan Ren."

"Even if it is in my hands, it has nothing to do with you."

When Zhou Zhiruo heard this, she immediately became furious and said displeasedly:

"Murong Fu, don't rely on me. You are the leader of the Southern Martial Arts Alliance."

"You can do whatever you want."

"If I had known earlier, my Emei sect's strength would be as strong as yours, the Murong sect."

When Murong Fu heard this, he was not angry but smiled and said:

"Old news is that Zhou Zhiruo, the head of the Emei Sect, was injured by a man."

"Since then, I have hated men. Now it seems like this is true?"

When Zhou Zhiruo heard this, she couldn't hold back.

With his true energy circulating, he slapped Murong Fu and shouted:

"you wanna die!"