The Villain's Counterattack

Chapter 362 He will become a great monk

In the following days, Murong Fu took out half an hour every day to tease Xu Zhu. He would first check the strange moves he had learned the day before, and then teach him new ones. However, there were countless strange requirements during the teaching process, such as maintaining a move while silently saying "I am a pig", and maintaining a move while reciting scriptures aloud. These various strange operations made the two senior monks of the Xuan generation very upset.

But Mr. Murong was a wealthy man who donated a hundred taels of silver every day. Although he had his own purpose, he was definitely a big customer. They just pretended not to see his little actions, especially those that were harmless.

You mean you secretly learned Shaolin Luohan Fist?

The young monk Xu Zhu did not learn it himself, but was taught by Master Murong. Although the content was a mess and full of nonsense, and he forced a basic boxing technique to be practiced as a peerless magic skill, each move and each form required an understanding of the relevant Arhat true meaning, it was so impressive that the two monks almost believed it themselves.

But upon closer inspection, it was complete nonsense. Xu Zhu's Arhat Fist had not changed at all. It was still as bad as before, even a few points worse than before.

It was nothing, he'd been tossed around so hard, his whole body aching and his movements slipping. Murong Fu, however, said the Dao was formless and free-flowing, and wasn't martial arts practice all about doing what felt comfortable? The martial arts he'd taught him needed to be kept secret; it was a Murong family secret. He'd passed it on because he liked him. If he achieved anything in the future, he couldn't use it until the crucial moment. He'd also repeatedly emphasized the many precautions he should take when practicing.

What about perseverance, what about sincerity and natural results, what about the natural way coming from the heart, and that only by letting things take their course and not forcing them can one attain the great way? He spoke so eloquently that the young monk Xu Zhu was completely bewildered, and then he clapped his hands and left in satisfaction.

For seven or eight days in a row, although the young monk Xu Zhu was made to look quite embarrassed, he insisted on leading the way for Murong Fu every day regardless of rain or shine. Murong Fu had taught him half of the Arhat Fist that he had learned, and he could basically perform the strange movements in full. Only then did Murong Fu throw him aside and tell him not to come again.

Two days later, Murong Fu stopped paying attention to Xu Zhu and instead set his sights on the Shaolin kitchen, learning their vegetarian cooking skills. He then handed all the copied scriptures to Shaolin for inspection, repacked them and left.

Before leaving, Murong Fu once again gave a thousand taels of silver, saying that he was short on time this time and had copied a lot of scriptures, but the insights of the monks were quite lacking. He would come again when he had free time, or he could ask the Shaolin monks to copy them. He was willing to pay a high price, but the content could not be repeated and the monks must have real skills and knowledge.

In response to this, Abbot Xuanci said that he would make arrangements. Buddhist scriptures and the like are also circulated in the outside world, so there is no need to keep them secret, except for some rare copies that require special attention and cannot be obtained by other temples.

Abbot Xuanci secretly asked Murong Fu the real purpose of these Buddhist scriptures. Murong Fu pointed to the north and said only two words: Great Liao.

Abbot Xuanci suddenly realized that Buddhism was quite prosperous in the Central Plains, but the royal family of the Song Dynasty preferred Taoism. On the contrary, there were many Buddhists in the Liao Dynasty, but most of these Buddhists were just scoundrels and could not be taken seriously. If Murong Fu had mastered many Buddhist scriptures, it might be possible for him to create a few fake monks and blend in with them.

This might be the reason why the Murong family's intelligence network is spread across various countries. Abbot Xuan Ci felt something and admired this young man even more, not only for his martial arts, but also for his talent and character.

Well, it would be even better if he could change his bad habit of playing tricks on others. In the past half month, he has fooled at least thirty Shaolin monks, if not fifty. Especially the young monk Xu Zhu, he has become completely stupid, making weird gestures and chanting scriptures all day long, and he will fall and get bruised if he is not careful.

But he believed in Murong Fu's words without a doubt. Even though he suffered repeated disasters, he always persisted, which made many Shaolin monks speechless.

Abbot Xuanci secretly asked Murong Fu to come forward and persuade the young monk Xuzhu, but was retorted by Murong Fu. He said that what he taught was the orthodox body refining technique, not a crooked way. It was just that this method required talent and perseverance to achieve success. As long as it did not delay the monk Xuzhu from chanting, there was no need to interfere with other things.

Murong Fu left Shaolin in a swagger. The young monk Xu Zhu went to see him off in person, but he was of low status and not noticeable among the crowd. Murong Fu smiled at him, made an encouraging gesture, and galloped away on horseback surrounded by the crowd.

Watching the receding figures of Murong Fu and his party, the young monk Xu Zhu lowered his head and recited scriptures, secretly deciding in his heart that he would practice the method taught by Murong donor for one more hour every day. He had lived in Shaolin since he was a child, and apart from his master, only Murong donor was the best to him. It was impossible for such a big shot like him to harm him.

"The young master seems to have a different opinion of that little monk, but what's so special about him?" The four maids, Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter, gathered around Murong Fu, and every move of Murong Fu attracted their attention.

"The young master is probably using him as a cover to attract Shaolin's attention, but in fact he is just being mysterious and has done nothing secretly." This is a girl who is very aware of her own bad taste.

"I believe that every move of the young master must have a deep meaning, and choosing that little monk should not be a coincidence." Is this blind worship of myself, or does he really understand myself better?

"Don't ask. The young master won't tell you even if you ask. Even if he does, most of the words he tells will be just polite talk whose truth or falsehood is unknown." Well, this girl must have studied herself very well and knows how to get along with herself better.

Murong Fu smiled slightly, revealing an unfathomable expression as he spoke leisurely, "He will become a great monk of his generation. Few in the entire Shaolin Temple will be able to match his caliber in the coming decades. He was born and raised in Shaolin, and I hope he will eventually achieve greatness and remain in Shaolin."

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment when they heard what he said, not knowing whether it was true or not. However, as it had been decades since then, they were unable to verify the truth. However, they believed that they would make some progress if they could get guidance from their young master.

Little Zhong Ling, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but wonder, "Is that ugly little monk really that powerful? But how come the other big and old monks didn't notice?"

"That's because they don't have the same sharp vision as my brother. Whether this little monk is really talented will be clear in less than ten years." Murong Fu laughed out loud after he finished speaking. He secretly exchanged the "Bixie Sword Manual" for the "Yi Jin Jing" and passed this magical skill to Xu Zhu in an open and aboveboard manner. The monks only saw the surface, but did not know that he secretly used the soul-transferring technique to instill many things into him.

These days, the "Yi Jin Jing" which he had no clue about originally actually showed some clues in Xu Zhu, giving him hope of successful cultivation. He didn't know what to say.

Good people will be rewarded?

I still have to sigh that the protagonist is the protagonist, and he should not be underestimated even if he has not yet become famous.

Murong Fu was a little confused as to whether he had made Xu Zhu what he is today, or Xu Zhu had helped him. However, the "Yi Jin Jing" was indeed a rare magical skill, but it was very difficult to practice. At least the possibility of his old father succeeding in practicing it was not very high.

This time, through several fights with Qiao Feng, he realized many problems in himself. Although he had not given his all, he had already surpassed Qiao Feng by a lot in internal strength. After all, whether in terms of internal skills or the investment in medicinal food and bath resources, Qiao Feng was not as good as him. He was also sure that he was not inferior to Qiao Feng in terms of qualifications.

But even though I used 70% or 80% of my ability, I still couldn't defeat him. Why was that?

I had watched the plot before and learned many secrets that others didn't know. I saw the hidden dangers brought about by my father's practice of the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills, but I forgot that I had practiced just as many martial arts. Not only that, I was also very arrogant in practicing both Buddhism and Taoism. The many martial arts in my hands, whether they were purely Buddhist or Taoist, seemed to be very powerful and comprehensive.

To be honest, before obtaining the Yi Jin Jing, Taoist Kung Fu was more powerful. Among them, "Nine Yin Scriptures", "Tai Chi Magic Art", "Xiao Wuxiang Gong", "Bei Ming Magic Art", "Nine Yang Magic Art", and "Xiantian Gong" were all top-notch in the martial arts world, and there seemed to be few conflicts between them.

The Kung Fu in the Nine Yin Manual was even more comprehensive. Was the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art that he had diligently practiced in his previous life truly more powerful than the Golden Bell Cover? And the Yellow Turban Warrior Secret inherited from the Zhuge family was no less powerful than the Dragon Elephant Prajnaparamita Kung Fu, no matter how you looked at it.

But when I turned around and took a look at the Buddhist martial arts, wow, all 72 Shaolin skills were included, plus the "Yi Jin Jing" and "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu", which were equally eye-catching and I couldn't bear to give up.

What a luxurious worry! It would be even better if they could merge into one, Murong Fu thought greedily.