Zongwu: Starting from the Trouble in Xingzilin

"Amitabha!"

As the chanting of the Buddha's name fell, a thin old monk in a light blue monk's robe walked out slowly with a bamboo broom in his hand.

The old monk bent his body and seemed to be sweeping the dust on the ground casually.

Perhaps because of his old age, every step the old monk took seemed to be extremely slow.

"Alas! As soon as the donors came, they messed up the Sutra Library. Now I have to be busy again!"

The old monk spoke slowly, and after he finished speaking, he shook his head helplessly.

The other four people in the pavilion were stunned when they heard the Buddhist chanting.

But when they saw the person coming, it was just an old monk who was about to die. Murong Fu immediately scolded him unhappily.

"Old man, this is none of your business, get out of here, or blood will splash on your face!"

Murong Fu originally wanted to drive the old monk away so that he wouldn't get in the way.

But the old monk with white beard didn't care at all, as if he didn't want to drink the toast and wanted to drink the penalty.

"Oh? Has the tutor of the Murong family become like this now?"

After the old monk finished speaking, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the few strands of white beard that originally hung on his chest suddenly stood up.

How could a sharp sword be pointed directly at Murong Fu.

Then, a powerful internal force hit Murong Fu directly.

Murong Bo, who was standing next to Murong Fu, saw that the situation was not right, his face changed, and just as he was about to make a move to stop it, Murong Fu was hit by that force.

He flew backwards suddenly, and"bang!" hit the bookshelf.

""Puff!"

He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

The old monk made this move casually, and the other three people including Xiao Yuanshan were all stunned.

"Senior, please show some mercy!"

Even if Murong Bo was stupid, he knew that this old monk in green was a hidden master.

From his move just now, Murong Bo knew that neither he nor the Xiao family father and son were a match for this old monk.

Fortunately, the old monk did not intend to kill Murong Fu, and only gave him a slight punishment before letting it go.

At this time, Murong Fu stood up from the ground tremblingly, stole a few glances at the old monk, and then slowly moved sideways to Murong Bo's side.

At this time, the old monk in green also glanced at Murong Fu coldly.

"Humph! You have no integrity and no respect for your elders. You have brought shame to the Murong family!"

Ah?"

When the old monk in green said this, the other four people were stunned.

Xiao Yuanshan and his son even had a trace of vigilance in their eyes. They took a deep breath and were on guard.

"Judging from what the old monk said, he should have a history with the Murong family. If he joins forces with Murong father and son, it will be really difficult to deal with them!"

Xiao Yuanshan muttered to himself.

When Murong Bo and his son heard what the old monk said just now, their faces changed and they looked at each other. Murong Bo immediately cast a puzzled look at the old monk.

""Senior, from what you just said, it seems that you have some connection with my Murong family?"

Murong Bo tried to test the old monk's reaction.

At the same time, he secretly thought to himself

"His words just now clearly indicated that he might be an elder of my Murong family, but for some unknown reason he hid in this Shaolin Sutra Pavilion."

"But even if he is not from the Murong family, he must have a close relationship with the Murong family. In this case, if he can get help from this person, what will Xiao Yuanshan and his son have to fear?"

Thinking of this, Murong Bo's heart was relieved.

He looked eager and waited for the green-clothed monk to give an answer.

Unexpectedly, when the green-clothed monk heard Murong Bo's words, he did not explain directly, but his face suddenly turned cold.

Like teaching his son, he snorted twice.

""Hmph! Do you still remember what I told you back then!"

His tone was full of sternness, as if in his eyes, Murong Bo was just a teenager who had done something wrong.

This time, not only Murong and his son, but also Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng, were all confused.

"What do you mean by this?"

Although Murong Fu was a little confused, he could only hide all the questions in his mind when he thought of the power of the old monk's casual attack just now and the way he was scolding Murong Bo now. He only turned his eyes to Murong Bo for help.

Murong Bo was also extremely frightened at this time. He was not sure about the exact origin of the old monk.

But he was vaguely sure in his heart that this old monk must have a great relationship with the Murong family.

What's more, the old monk's unfathomable martial arts made Murong Bo dare not show any disobedience even if he was scolded.

With his mind turning rapidly, Murong Bo took a deep breath, and then he mustered up the courage to speak tentatively with a smile.

"Hehe, senior, I'm sorry that I didn't recognize you for a moment. Can you give me some hints?"

After saying that, he looked eagerly at the old monk in green.

Although the old monk's expression did not improve at all because of Murong Bo's flattery, he also slowly opened his mouth under Murong Bo's sincere questioning.

"I once told you that if we could recover the Great Yan Kingdom, it would be great. But if the time is not in our favor, do not go against the will of heaven and force yourself to take the lead, lest you bring disaster upon your clan.……"

The old monk in green robes spoke slowly, his words as fast as a bell.

When Murong Bo heard the words"Great Yan's old country", he felt as if he had been hit by a slap in the face. With each word the old monk spoke, Murong Bo's face became more and more pale.

"Ssssssss……"

Murong Bo staggered back several steps

"Daddy!"

Seeing this, Murong Fu stepped forward and held Murong Bo

"Dad!... Dad!... Are you dad?……"

Murong Bo lost his mind and kept mumbling.

A deep memory from his childhood suddenly appeared before his eyes.

……

Murong Bo, who was still a child at the time, stood in front of his father Murong Chui's sickbed with tears on his face and a sad face.

Murong Bo's mother also wiped her tears with a white towel and sat beside the bed sobbing.

"cough cough……"

Murong Chui, who was lying on the sickbed, coughed a few times like a broken bellows.

"Bo'er, your father has lived a mediocre life and has no face to return to Gusu to face the heroic spirits of his ancestors. After your father passes away, you can bury me on this Shaoshi Mountain! Ahem……"

He couldn't help coughing a few times, and then slowly said:"You must remember. If the Great Yan country can be recovered,……"

After Murong Chui finished speaking, he passed away amid the cries of his wife and children.

At this time, a somewhat thin middle-aged monk walked to the bed.

He stretched out his hand to touch Murong Chui's nose, neck, and heart, and then shook his head helplessly.

"Amitabha, Brother Murong has passed away, please accept my condolences!"

After comforting Murong Bo and his mother, the monk slowly said:"Brother Murong left a will before his death, and wanted to be buried in Mount Shaoshi. Let me arrange the specific matters!"

""Thank you, Abbot!"

Murong Bo and his mother were in a state of confusion. When they heard that the abbot was kind enough to help with Murong Chui's funeral, they were filled with gratitude.……

……

The past events flashed before Murong Bo's eyes. The look in Murong Bo's eyes gradually became confused.

"Father...you are the father……"

Then, he shook his head violently, as if trying to get rid of all these outrageous thoughts.

"No! You are not the father!... My father died a long time ago!... You are not!"