Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 105: Conflict in the Sutra Pavilion, Xiao Yuanshan!
Murong Fu held his breath and focused, avoiding two monks who were patrolling the night with sabers in hand.

Although he was not familiar with the layout of Shaolin Temple and the arrangement of night patrols, he roughly figured out that the Buddhist scriptures pavilion was located in the back mountain of Shaolin through a few quick observations during the day.With his extraordinary hearing ability, he can always hide in advance when the night watchman is still ten feet away.

After evading five groups of monks watching the night, Murong Fu finally arrived outside the courtyard wall of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

Surprisingly, there are no guards here as Murong Fu imagined.Surprisingly, there is not even a single person around the huge Sutra-Depository Pavilion, and there are still candles for lighting in other places, and the Sutra-Depository Pavilion is not lit all year round in order to avoid fire.The entire attic is like a tomb hidden in the silent night, where unknown past events are buried.

Murong Fu lightly crossed the courtyard wall, and the moment he landed, he hurriedly rolled to the side, hid behind a nearby rockery, and observed the movement around him attentively.During the whole process, there was no sound.

Only after confirming that there was no one around, did he emerge from his hiding place with confidence.

"It's strange, Shaolin is an important place, how can it be so unfavorable? No wonder Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo have been hiding for 30 years and no one found it."

Murong Fu thought to himself.

But these have nothing to do with my purpose tonight, and it would be nice if no one was guarding them.

Compared with the majestic atmosphere of other places in Shaolin, the Sutra Pavilion seems a bit too petty. It is a small building with only one or two floors high. I touched the wrong place.

On the gate, there is only a simple lock.Murong Fu took out a silver needle from his bosom, put it in the keyhole and fiddled with it a few times, and the door was unlocked.

"Why are you becoming more and more like a thief?" Murong Fu complained silently, trying to relieve his nervousness.

Let's hope we don't meet those three old monsters.

He took a deep breath, gently pushed open the door of the Sutra Pavilion, after entering the door, looked around again, and then closed the door.

Time is running out, if someone finds that there is no one in his room, it will be hard to tell.

In my memory, the first floor mainly contains Buddhist scriptures and the experience of eminent monks of past dynasties.Murong Fu has no interest in these things. What he wants to understand is, what happened in Shaolin Temple 30 years ago?He Yiling's generation of eminent monks collectively disappeared overnight.

So he went straight to the second floor, where there were 72 unique skills, and the two scriptures "Lotus Sutra" and "Za Agama Sutra" that the sweeping monk casually placed next to these secret books.

He took out the fire folder, blew it on, and covered it with one hand, with the help of the faint firelight, he searched among the bookshelves.

On the bookshelf, from time to time, you can see a copy of Shaolin special skills such as "No Phase Tribulation Finger". These magical skills, which are regarded as treasures by outsiders, are casually placed on the bookshelf.

He casually picked up a copy of "Prajna Palm" and flipped through it a few times. This is one of Shaolin abbot Xuanci's two great housekeeping skills. Murong Bo also picked a copy and put it in the Huanshi Shui Pavilion of Murong's house, but The original owner did not practice, and he just felt that the "Sleeve Universe" in the 72 stunts was a bit interesting, so he practiced a little bit.

He glanced at it twice, then put it back.Instead, he concentrated on finding the two Buddhist scriptures brought to the second floor by the sweeping monk.

The full name of the "Lotus Sutra" is "The Lotus Sutra of the Wonderful Dharma". It was preached by the Buddha Sakyamuni in his later years.It is the king of Mahayana classics.It is its existence that provides the possibility of harmonious coexistence among Buddhist believers.

Murong Fu silently recalled the information about these two Buddhist scriptures in his memory.

These two Buddhist scriptures teach others to practice Buddhism, get rid of old grudges, and reconcile with others.
Suddenly, a spark flashed in my mind, dispelling a small part of the misty fog.

Murong Fu suddenly thought of a possibility: the sweeping monk may know the enmity between Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, no matter what the reason is.

Calculating the time, the sweeping monk said that he had been sweeping the ground in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for 42 years, and 30 years ago, the Yanmen Pass tragedy broke out, so the time is completely correct.

He could completely imagine such a scene: when he was young, Xuanci went to the frontier, led the masters from the Central Plains to attack the innocent Xiao Yuanshan's family, and then reported to the abbot of Lingmen who was unable to go in person for some reason at that time. The sweeping monk who has been sweeping the Sutra Pavilion for more than ten years sees it.One day, Xiao Yuanshan came to the Cangjing Pavilion. His skills were completely different from those of the Central Plains warriors. The moment he stepped into the Shaolin Cangjing Pavilion, he was noticed by the sweeping monk in the corner. The sweeping monk contacted Xuanci at that time. What did he think of in the report? Afterwards, his cheap father, Murong Bo also came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
And this pair of opponents who have been dealing with each other for decades, have never known that the other party is their sworn enemy in the past years.

No way, do you want to make it so mysterious?
Murong Fu shook his head, always feeling that he was thinking too evilly, no matter how strong the sweeping monk was, he would still be a person who would experience life, old age, sickness and death, not an all-knowing and omnipotent god.

But once some thoughts pop up, they take root like weeds in the soil of thought.

Don't be like this, Murong Fu, it doesn't matter what the truth is, it doesn't affect you as a rice bug in the countryside of Gusu, why worry so much?
He tried his best to persuade himself not to continue the investigation, and almost left. What kind of grievances from the previous generation have anything to do with him?
But there was a force pushing him to move forward, and there was a voice in his heart that kept saying to himself: "Investigate, investigate!"

By the light of the fire, he found a book.On the cover, the five big characters of "The Lotus Sutra of the Miaofa" stand out.

It can't be such a coincidence, can it?Can you meet this?

He settled down and opened the scripture book, and the yellowed scripture scroll came into view:
If so I smell.At one time, the Buddha lived in the Qijabori Mountain in Rajagha City, and there were 2000 people with the big bhikkhu.
Murong Fu was not interested in these Buddhist scriptures.He just wanted to know if there were any clues related to the truth of the year hidden in it.So I just glanced briefly and turned to the last page.And a column of small letters on the left side of this page attracted his attention: Lingmen hand notes.

Lingmen master?Former abbot of Shaolin, Xuanci's master?
This discovery surprised Murong Fu greatly, he didn't think he could actually find the handwritten notes of the previous generation of eminent monks here, but it was placed in the Sutra Pavilion, maybe there might be some clues.

However, after looking at it for a while, he was greatly disappointed.

After reading this whole article, it is just a very normal senior eminent monk's understanding of Buddhist scriptures. How can there be anything unusual?
He put down the scripture with some disappointment, and wanted to look at other things.

But after flipping around for a while, he returned to the bookshelf by a strange coincidence, and carefully put the volume of scriptures in his arms.

Well, I'm stealing books, it's not considered stealing, can it be called stealing when it comes to scholars?
Murong Fu comforted himself with a classic quote from a certain scholar in his heart.

Scanned around again, but found nothing.

"That's about it for tonight."

Murong Fu said this to himself in his heart.

He blew out the fire, and was about to return along the original road, when an icy voice froze him instantly.

"The benefactor has been spying in this scripture cabinet for a long time, have you seen enough?"

The voice was old and gloomy.Almost at the same time as the sound was made, a strong wind went towards Murong Fu's back.Murong Fu didn't even think about it, he just waved his palm and hit the back.

With a muffled sound of "Peng", the two palms intersected, and the strong wind scattered in all directions shook the books on the bookshelf.

Murong Fu hastily met the enemy, he didn't even have time to turn his body around when he struck out the palm, so naturally he couldn't talk about accumulating energy.At the moment when the two palms intersected, his right palm and half of his arm went numb for a while.If it weren't for Beiming's magical body protection, his entire arm would have been crippled.At the same time, his whole body slammed into the bookshelf, and at the moment when he was about to hit it, Murong Fu slanted his body to avoid it, and with this force, he quickly rolled towards the side corner.

At the turn of the palm, Murong Fu's dead soul burst out: Is this too presumptuous of me, did I offend the sweeping monk?
He used the turtle's breath method, suppressed his breathing and heartbeat to the minimum, and didn't give the opponent a chance to determine his position.

calm down.

Murong Fu comforted himself silently in his heart.

If it was the sweeping monk who wanted to attack him, he would have already fallen to the ground just now, not to mention that with the cultivation base of the sweeping monk, he still needs a sneak attack to beat himself as a rookie?

It couldn't be the sweeping monk, so it could only be some eminent monk of the Xuan family or one of Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan.

And if you are of the Xuan family, you don’t need to sneak into the Cangjing Pavilion.
So, Xiao Yuanshan or Murong Bo?

After confirming that the other party was just like him, he also had a guilty conscience, Murong Fu no longer panicked, and asked in the direction he was just now: "Who is your Excellency, and why did you do such a backstabbing thing?" Of course, before speaking, Murong Fu Fu did not forget to use internal force to change his voice so that he sounded like a middle-aged man.

If he missed the blow, the man had already fled away, Murong Fu couldn't determine the position of the opponent.

The voice replied: "The benefactor sneaked into my Shaolin Buddhist scripture pavilion in the middle of the night, but asked the old monk how he was sneaking around? I'm afraid he didn't know the host and the guest?"

The old thing is still waiting for me to pretend!

Murong Fu cursed silently in his heart.

The voice was not loud, and it sounded like it was coming from a long distance. Obviously, the other party was using his deep internal strength to hide his figure.

"Master, this little monk is also a Shaolin monk. I was just curious about the profound Buddhist teachings in this Sutra Pavilion, so I came here at night to read it. If the master blames me, I will just leave."

Old fox, since you are acting like a thief, I will play with you for a while.Murong Fu thought to himself.

Hearing Murong Fu's words, a certain figure in the darkness was also in shock: Could it be that he was too sensitive and made a mistake?
So he asked in Murong Fu's direction, "Whose disciple are you?"

Unexpectedly, Murong Fu replied: "My disciple's name is Xu Zhu, and his master is Master Huicong. Master, this disciple really just wants to take a look at the Buddhist scriptures, so I'll leave right away. Don't tell me about it, okay?"

The figure in the dark rolled his eyes: I believe you are a ghost!Is there such a master among Shaolin monks of the first generation?

But the other party lied, and he didn't expose it.

"Since you are a disciple of the Xu family, you should abide by the teachings of your elders. How could you sneak into my sect's stronghold in the middle of the night? I think it's your first offence. If you leave now, I don't need to tell your elders."

The man in black said so.

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