Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 200 Shaolin Takes Action
Thinking of cheating his son, Huang Lin couldn't help but smacked his lips.

If you talk about cheating, then the number of heavens and worlds cannot be counted.

But if you want to talk about cheating sons, it is estimated that there are the most in the world of Tianlong.

Regardless of Duan Zhengchun and Xiao Yuanshan.

Just talk about Murong Bo.

Bei Qiaofeng, Nan Murong, and Huang Lin met and got to know each other better.

Murong Fu is four years younger than Qiao Feng, and he lost his father since he was a child. The basic martial arts are all taught by his family generals.

And Qiao Feng worshiped Xuan Ku as his teacher at the age of seven, so he had the guidance of a famous teacher. Although the teachings were based on the basics, no matter what, the conditions were better than Murong Fu's.

In this environment, the "Murong Sword Art" and "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi" handed down by Murong Fu's family basically rely on self-study.

Among them, because "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi" is incomplete, I spent a lot of time practicing those ordinary martial arts.

Just like that, he could still spell out Nan Murong. Although there was quite a lot of water in it, he could still see his talent.

If Murong Fu had been personally guided by Murong Fu during his growth, he would probably have no problem fighting Qiao Feng, not to mention defeating him.

No loss, it is Tianlong's three major pitfalls!

Shaking his head, putting away his chatter about Murong Bo, Huang Lin looked at the other two martial arts.

"Murong Sword Art" is nothing special, but another "Shen He Zhi" is interesting.

This fingering looks ordinary, as if there is nothing special about it.

But he knew that this "Shen He Zhi" was no worse than "Yi Yang Zhi", if he hadn't remembered some plots of the original work, he would have been fooled by the secret book.

He remembered that in the original book, Murong Bo shot out from a distance of nearly two feet, and he could bounce the weapon inserted into Duan Yu's body without hurting him.

This is enough to illustrate the subtlety of "Shen He Zhi".

At least the "Yiyang Finger" and "Supernatural Ability" in his hand can't achieve this effect.

After reading "Shen He Zhi", Huang Lin quit the deduction disk without going through Shaolin's martial arts.

Being able to find the full version of "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi" is also a worry for him.

next day
After mirroring the last exercise book in the Shishui Pavilion, Huang Lin went down to the cubicle on the first floor.

"Miss Ah Zhu, take me to see your son, Huang is planning to say goodbye."

"Ah? So fast? Isn't Mr. Huang staying in Yanziwu for a few more days?"

Ah Zhu was obviously flustered.

She was still preparing things for Ah Zi, but now that Huang Lin was leaving, she didn't know what to do.

"Don't wait, Huang still has important things to do."

Seeing that her face was getting more and more disappointed, Huang Lin went on to say:

"Miss Ah Zhu, I will mention your sister's matter to Brother Murong later, presumably he will allow you to leave with me."

A'Zhu's eyes lit up for a moment, and then he felt a little apprehensive.

She really wanted to go and see Ah Zi, but she was afraid of causing trouble to her son, so she didn't know what to say for a while.

Seeing this, Huang Lin could only say softly:
"Let's go, go see your young master first."

"Yes, Mr. Huang, please come with the servant girl. You are in the study today."

Hearing this, A'Zhu forcibly suppressed her thoughts.

Along the stone path, go all the way to the study in the main courtyard.

"Master, Mr. Huang is here."

A'Zhu hurried a few steps, and reported at the door first.

Immediately afterwards, Murong Fu's voice came out.

"Oh? Brother Huang is here? Hurry up, hurry up, Ah Zhu, go make tea."

"Haha, brother Murong, you don't have to be polite, Huang is here to say goodbye to you."

Huang Lin laughed, blocking Ah Zhu who was about to go out to make tea.

When Murong Fu saw this, he already understood, but he didn't expect Huang Lin to leave so early.

"But Murong didn't entertain well? Brother Huang, why don't you stay for a few more days?"

He really wanted to talk to Huang Lin more, although he already had the direction of the island and the opportunity to restore the country, but there were still many troubles in the middle.

Like population, food, armor and fleet, etc., the more he prepares, the more complicated it becomes.

How did Huang Lin know what was going on in his heart? He thought he was just being polite, so he said:

"I have important matters to attend to, so I have to go. In addition, Huang has an unfeeling request, and I hope Brother Murong will agree."

"Oh? I don't know what's going on? Brother Huang, just say, I will help anyone who can!"

Murong Fu knew that this was about A'Zhu's matter, so he said it according to the lines discussed yesterday.

A'Zhu also knew what Huang Lin wanted to say, and couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

Huang Lin smiled, pointed at A'Zhu and said:

"I happened to know that this Miss Ah Zhu and one of my disciples are actually sisters. I wonder if brother Murong can make it easier for them to reunite as sisters."

"Ah? Ah Zhu found his family? Or Brother Huang's disciple? Ah Zhu, is that really the case?"

Surprised on Murong Fu's face, he blurted out several questions in succession, and then looked at A'Zhu.

At this moment, Ah Zhu could only nod with tears in his eyes, feeling extremely grateful to Huang Lin in his heart.

Seeing her like this, Murong Fu continued casually:

"Since that's the case, I, Murong, will definitely not make things difficult for me. A'Zhu, pack up and follow Brother Huang later to see your younger sister. There are no trivial matters in the village for the time being."

"Yes, maidservant, thank you son!"

Seeing this, A'Zhu quickly thanked her.

She was jumping for joy, but she didn't know that it was Huang Lin's arrangement.

To Murong Fu, it was not a big deal to abandon a servant girl to sell Huang Lin, so he waved his hand at A Zhu casually, and said to Huang Lin:

"Brother Huang, why don't you stay in Bizhuang for a few more days?"

"Brother Murong, please forgive me, Mr. Huang is too busy with trifles, so I really can't wait any longer. If there is a chance in the future, you and I will drink another three hundred cups together!"

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After several courtesies, Huang Lin finally resigned and bid farewell to Murong Fu, took A'Zhu on a light boat, and left Swallow Pier.

Shaolin Temple

Since the thirteen stick monks begged the king of Tang Dynasty, Shaolin Temple has become more and more prosperous.

Even during the Xiande reign of Zhou Shizong, he established strict conditions for becoming a monk, and imposed severe punishments on Buddhism, and even destroyed 330 monasteries during his reign.

However, the Songshan Shaolin Temple was not affected too much in the process of exterminating Buddhism, but it gradually grew stronger because of it.

Today's Shaolin Temple is already a top sect in the Jianghu, and everyone in the Jianghu admires Shaolin Temple, and it has faintly become the Big Dipper of Mount Tai.

But in terms of prestige in the arena, Shaolin is not the one that dominates. There is also a gang in the martial arts whose prestige in the arena is not inferior to Shaolin.

Then, it is the largest gang in the world - the beggar gang!

On this day, just as Xuan Ku finished his homework, a novice came to report, saying that Abbot Xuan Ci would like to invite him.

Xuan Ku didn't think too much, and went to the Daxiong Hall.

After a few words of meditation, I heard Xuanci say:
"Junior brother, how is your apprentice doing now?"

"Brother is talking about Qiao Feng?"

Xuan Ku had three apprentices, two of them were in the temple, only Qiao Feng was outside, and it was not someone else who wanted to come to the senior brother to ask.

"Amitabha!"

After Xuanci saluted the Buddha's name, he said slowly:

"It's Qiao Feng. He is now the leader of the beggar gang. As the largest faction in the Jianghu, he is still a little young. There are some big things that need us, the elders, to give us more guidance."

When Xuan Ku heard this, he was slightly taken aback, and then said:

"Senior Brother, Junior Brother accepted Qiao Feng as an apprentice only for the inheritance of the mantle, and did not consider other things."

He could guess the meaning of Xuanci's words just now, it was nothing more than using Qiao Feng's hand to control the Beggar Gang, but he had never thought of it this way, so he could only vaguely explain Xuanci's words.

"Amitabha!"

Xuanci recited the dharma name, and after turning the Buddha string in his hand a few times, he said slowly:
"So that's how it is. I admire my brother's character!"

"Amitabha!"

After a few words of enlightenment, Xuan Ku retreated.

Later, another monk came.

"Brother, do you want Xuan Bei to do something?"

As soon as the visitor entered the Daxiong Hall, he bowed to the Buddha with one palm and bowed to Xuanci.

"Amitabha!"

Xuanci, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue, sang the Buddha's name and continued:

"Back then, there were a lot of doubts about the matter of Yanmen Pass. Now there are some clues. I need my junior to go to Gusu Canhe Village to investigate."

"What about Yanmen Pass?"

Xuan Bei was surprised, it has been more than 20 years since this matter happened, why is the old case being investigated again?
Do you need him to investigate this kind of thing himself?

While he was wondering, he heard Xuanci say:
"This matter has a lot to do with it, and it also involves Gusu Murong Clan, so I have to let Junior Brother Lao go down the mountain!"

"Amitabha!"

After hearing this, Xuan Bei sang the Buddha's name, thought for a while, and then said slowly:
"I will leave this matter to my junior brother, and I will definitely investigate and find out!"

"Thank you, Junior Brother!"

Xuanci, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue, saluted.

Xuan Bei sang the Buddha's name again and left.

Afterwards, only Xuan Ci was left in the Daxiong Palace, sitting cross-legged under the huge Buddha statue alone.

In the flickering candlelight in the hall, Xuanci's face also changed from time to time.

At that time, he was like an eminent monk with pity for the world, his face was full of compassion.

Time is like a ghost on the edge of a cliff, fierce and vicious.

I don't know if it's because of his heart, or because of the candlelight.

After a long time, Xuanci, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue, suddenly said:

"That person, can you receive the message?"

(End of this chapter)