Gusu South Murong

The night came quietly while Murong Fu was waiting, and the crescent moon slowly climbed up to the sky. The faint moonlight covered the earth with a layer of silver gauze, which looked extremely mysterious.

The night wind blew past, making a soft rustling sound, and there was also a slight movement outside the lonely city of Xinyang. A black shadow, under the cover of the night, seemed to exist and seemed to disappear, as if returning, for a few breaths, Disappeared in infinite tranquility.

With Murong Fu's lightness kung fu, and the fact that Xinyang City is not too far away from the Shaolin School, after a few hours, his figure appeared not far from the foot of Shaoshi Mountain. Most of the Zhike monks on patrol had already been removed, and there were only a few people left. To Murong Fu, no matter how many young monks came, they would not pose any threat at all.

Murong Fu's figure stood silently in the darkness, when the two Zhike monks crossed and passed the gap, his figure suddenly turned into a black phantom, passing them as fast as lightning, in between Before he could react, his figure moved, and he flashed into the shadow of a big tree.

"I hope to meet him!" Murong Fu glanced at the thousand-year-old ancient temple standing in the distance, and murmured softly. It's not that Murong Fu was so careful on this trip. Murong Bo will hear the news and leave, not to meet Murong Fu again, in that case, Murong Fu will only gain more than the loss!

After a long time, Murong Fu also let out a sigh of relief, recognized the direction, and no longer hesitated, his eyes flickered slightly as he looked into the distance, and immediately his body turned into a blurry black shadow.Lightning swept towards the top of the mountain.

Not long after.In the darkness outside the Shaolin School.Suddenly, a blurry figure flashed past, passed over the towering wall directly, and then saw this figure flashing towards it strangely. , but lacks a real strong man sitting in charge.

This reputation is everything to Murong Fu.It doesn't have much real effect, and it can only deter ordinary young people, just like the Shaolin sect, although it bears the name of Wulin Taishan Beidou, is there any top master who can do it?Don't you see that Jiumozhi almost ruined the reputation of Shaolin School, let alone Murong Fu.

Thinking of the Shaolin School's defensive measures, it really makes people laugh and cry. Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were able to stay in it for decades without being discovered. It can be seen how the Shaolin School's defense is, if it is not afraid of alarming the Shaolin School. monk.It might lead to some accidents, Murong Fu decided not to be so careful.

Murong Fu arrived in front of Shaolin Temple.He broke into the mountain gate without alarming anyone, but this Shaolin Temple occupies a very large area, there are thousands of rooms in the front hall and back houses, it is extremely troublesome for a while, Murong Fu frowned, thinking about it , but there is still no good way, and then he sighed softly, so he could only find it slowly, going through the house and house, running around, looking for the location of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

Even though it is night at this moment, there are still many monks chanting sutras in the still brightly lit Shaolin Temple. Neither the Shaolin disciples who were on duty at night nor the disciples who were still reciting sutras at this moment did not find Murong Fu.

After searching for a long time, Murong Fu not only did not find the location of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, but also he didn't know where he was after running east and west?

Suddenly, Murong Fu, who was looking at the surrounding environment left and right, moved his ears, and immediately his figure flashed into a concealed darkness. As soon as he left, he heard footsteps approaching in the distance, two people came one after another, and in the two Behind him, more than a dozen monks followed closely, and the monks behind him folded their hands together, lowered their heads and meditated silently, with extremely solemn expressions.

Murong Fu looked around, but saw that one of them was familiar, it was Xuanji, the head of the Discipline Academy and Nagarshu Academy who went to Shenhezhuang to deliver the invitation card, the person next to him should be Xu Zhu's father, Shaolin abbot Xuanji Merciful.

After walking about Zhang Xu, the two went straight into the house in front of them. Immediately, two figures appeared on the window paper: "Junior Brother, how are the preparations for the Hero Conference?"

"It's done!"

Xuan Ji seemed to see a look of unnaturalness in Xuan Ci's eyes, and continued: "Junior Brother Xuan Bei died at the hands of Gusu Murong a few months ago, it seems against the law that we invite all the heroes of the world to make things difficult for Gusu Murong. I am the Buddha's precept not to be angry and not to be angry, but to subdue demons and punish traitors is to save the world."

Xuanci's majestic voice said indifferently: "Junior brother is a fool. Whether or not Junior Brother Xuanbei was harmed by that Gusu Murong family is yet to be discussed. Don't jump to conclusions at this time!"

"Senior brother, this? Returning his identity in the same way is clearly his Gusu Murong's special skill, so how could it not be done by him, Gusu Nan Murong?"

"Whether it is true or not, we will know when the time comes, but it is too early to talk about it now!"

Murong Fu outside the house was bored when he heard the two people in the house talking to each other, and he was too lazy to listen any more. As for the death of Xuan Tong, let alone Murong Fu killed him, even if he killed Murong Fu, you would What can I do?

Not in the mood to listen to the conversation between the two bald donkeys, he raised his right foot and was about to leave, but suddenly he heard the majestic and dignified voice of Xuan kind coming into the room: "Hui Fang, go and call Junior Brother Xuan Jing from the Sutra Pavilion." Come here."

Outside the door, Hui Fang bowed his head and meditated silently. When he heard the words, Hui Fang put his hands together and stepped forward, saying, "Yes, Abbot!"

Murong Fu who was about to leave just now, when he heard Xuanci's words, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he said softly: "I really want to come here for something, I was just about to find the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, but I didn't expect someone to lead the way right away!" "Liuguang Shenfa", before Huifang could react, followed Huifang silently and ran towards the woods beside the temple.

Along a forest path, heading to the northwest, turning a few turns, the eyes suddenly open up, only the sound of water can be heard, a pavilion stands beside the mountain stream, and a plaque next to the building is written with the words "Zangjing Pavilion" .

Seeing the location of this Sutra Pavilion, Murong Fu is not surprised, after all, the Huanshishui Pavilion in his Shenhe Village is also like this, the pavilion is built near the water, far away from other buildings, it is for fear that the scriptures inside will catch fire, Ruined the precious and unscripted classics.

Murong Fu's figure was hidden in the darkness, his gaze was fixed on the inside of the Scripture-Depository Pavilion, and after a while, he followed Huifang and said, "Report to Master Xuanjing, Huifang has something to say!" Immediately, the door of the Scripture-Depository Pavilion opened , and the situation in the pavilion was also taken into Murong Fu's eyes.

I saw a person in the pavilion sitting cross-legged meditating, reciting scriptures softly, Murong Fu only heard the calmness of his voice, and knew that what he was reciting were all Buddhist words, so he didn't know what he meant, so he waited quietly at that moment, After going on for about several cups of tea, this person gradually stopped, saw his eyes slowly opened, and said: "What's the matter?"

Hui Fang clasped his hands together and said respectfully, "Abbot, please!"

"Senior Brother Xuanci?" A look of understanding flashed in Xuanjing's eyes, and he said, "Then let's go!"

"Yes, Uncle Master!" Hearing this, Hui Fang also nodded without objection, and then Xuan Jing's body shook slightly, then stood up, passed Hui Fang's side, and walked out of the room first!

The faint moonlight shines down from the sky, this building that makes countless young people peep at it, looks extraordinarily quiet in the moonlight, but at this moment, in Murong Fu's pitch-black eyes that are the same color as the night sky, the light flickers indefinitely!

After waiting for a long time, no one came over, Murong Fu didn't wait any longer, raised his inner strength slightly, and was about to dodge into the scripture storage pavilion, suddenly, as if feeling something, he turned his gaze to the dark place on his left Suddenly, the pupils shrank.

It turned out that in the blink of an eye, he saw a figure flashing past him on his left side with extraordinary speed, the speed of his movement was so rare.

In the quiet night, after this vague figure passed Murong Fu, he stepped on a branch with a light tap of his toes, and then flew up to a big tree next to the pavilion with a vigilant gaze. Somewhere in the room, he felt relieved when he saw that there was no one on the attic.

In just a moment, on the big tree, this figure shot out from the top of the tree like lightning, and the last few leapt up, and landed firmly in the attic. The originally closed window, because of this person's entry, also has been opened.

Murong Fu's figure has been trying his best to hide, because this person has not found out, after this person entered the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, Murong Fu's eyes were fixed on this person's back, and then followed him... .(to be continued..)