Chapter 412 Shaolin 6

"Be careful, the donor is merciful..." In the white light rising to the sky, the exclamation stopped abruptly, and it started almost at the same time as Na Huitong. Xuanji and Xuannan, who wanted to besiege Wei to save Zhao, were slightly stunned. The move of attacking Luo Yuchen was also subconsciously improving their skills!

"Let's do it slowly!" Luo Yuchen frowned and stepped back a few steps to give way to this wave of offensive. On the other hand, the abbot Xuanci also immediately said, " Stop! Two brothers, slow down and don't be impulsive!"

"Brother!" Although Xuanji and Xuannan generally obeyed the abbot's order, their bodies were still tight, and their eyes stared at Luo Yuchen fiercely without relaxing at all. Abbot Xuanci's face was also very ugly, but he still chose to defend Luo Yuchen: "Two brothers, what happened just now seems to be a little suspicious. The death of Huitong does not seem to be the dead hand of Lord Luo Shi..."

"But?" Master Xuanji still had to argue, but Luo Yuchen's mind was no longer on them. "Oh, Murong Fu, Murong Bo, you two have made such a lot of messy stalls to put here. It hasn't been solved yet. Why are you running away now?"

In fact, just as Xuan Ji and Xuan Nan's old monk's attention was focused on Luo Yuchen, the two men in black who were besieging Qiao Feng and Jiu Mozhi had somehow relaxed their offensive and pulled away. However, as soon as their bodies moved, Luo Yuchen's questioning arrived.

"Murong Fu, Murong Bo?" These two names, like two thunderbolts, sounded in everyone's hearts. They not only made the two people in black who were about to leave stagnate, but also made Xuanji Xuannan and others shocked. Their minds were blank, but subconsciously turned their heads and looked at the two people in black!

"Amitabha!" Two long Buddha horns sounded at the same time, and then the voices of Jiu Mozhi and the abbot Xuanci sounded almost at the same time: "It's really Mr. Murong. No wonder the little monk feels so familiar!"

"Mr. Murong, you are still alive. It's really gratifying. However, since you are coming to our temple, why do you hide your head and leave without saying hello to my old friend?

The two people in black standing together shook slightly and stood up again. Then, one of them simply took off the black cloth covering his face, revealing a vicissitudes of life and wisdom, a slightly old face. "I haven't seen you for more than 30 years. How has Master Xuanci always been? Master, what happened before was a misunderstanding and I was offended. When the matter here is over, I will definitely give you an explanation! Also, this little brother, it seems that we have met for the first time. I don't know how you know me?

I have to say that compared with Murong Bo, the young Murong Fu is just a little similar in the skin. The rest, whether it is elegant or the means of treating people and things, is a difference of one hundred and eight thousand miles. Although he was in the most dangerous and embarrassing situation, Murong Bo's greeting was still comprehensive, and it was easy to resolve the solemn atmosphere at the scene between three or two sentences, and even made him grab a little initiative!

"Xiong's majestic! It's really extraordinary!" Subconsciously, such a comment appeared in Luo Yuchen's mind. Then, he smiled and answered Murong Bo's question first: "Yes, we haven't met before, but Mr. Murong has been with your son several times, but he is too familiar with him. It's over!"

"Oh?" Murong Bo raised his eyebrows and turned his head. Murong Fu, who stood behind him, flashed his eyes. Then he also pulled down the black cloth and showed his face. Then he lowered his head slightly and whispered, "Father, this is Luo Wufeng!"

The three words "Luo Wufeng" Murong Fu gritted his teeth, but Murong Bo had been expected for a long time, and he was not too surprised: "Sure enough, it was Luo Shaoxia. Some time ago, the dog and the old man's minister took care of him. I would like to thank him!"

"Ha ha, you're welcome, old gentleman!" He responded with a smile, and Luo Yuchen closed his mouth tightly and stopped talking. Murong Bo took a deep look at him, and then turned his head to the abbot Xuanci. "Master, what happened tonight, our father and son were blinded, and it was really unintentional to break into Shaolin at night. The affairs of your temple are complicated. Our father and son will say goodbye and come to the door another day to ask for a crime!"

"Brother Murong, wait a minute!" Xuanci abbot shook his body and ran the light power to the limit. In an instant, he crossed a distance of more than ten feet and stopped Murong Bo and his son: "Brother Murong, we have been apart for more than 30 years. Since we are lucky to meet today, why don't we stay and stay in the temple for a few more days?"

Although Xuanci's greeting was polite, his body movements were menacing. Murong Bo's eyes flashed, his sleeves were fling, and he smiled softly, "The abbot is too polite, but it's really unlucky today. I still have something to do, so I'd better come to the door another day to disturb you!" Silently, a gentle wind rolled over to the abbot of Xuanci...

Xuanci also did the same. With a slight side of his body, he turned his most proud "Sakifu Magic" to run. However, with a slight touch with the invisible softness, his body was slightly shaken, and the pace under his feet was also slightly messy!

"Alas, my skills are still not as good as others..." He sighed secretly, and Xuanci couldn't help but get out of an angle. Murong Fu felt empty in front of him, and there was no more obstacles. However, before he could start the light power, he suddenly heard the sound of two urgent clothes breaking into the air, which approached quickly. At the same time, there was Murong Bo's deep reminder voice: "Be careful!"

The sound of banging fists and feet collided in his ear. The invisible wind came to his face, and Murong Fu's mind suddenly rose to the limit. Then, he saw a young monk appear beside the abbot Xuanci and re-blocked the empty seat that had just been exposed. At the same time, a sharp idea like a sword also came from the side. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Luo Wufeng's familiar face...

"Hey, it's really a crouching tiger and hidden dragon in Shaolin Temple. I didn't expect such a young monk in his twenties to have such a profound internal cultivation! Master Abbot, shouldn't you introduce it to us?

Indeed, although Xu Zhu is young, it is not the first time to be surprised by the deep internal power inherited from Wu Yazi. After joining hands with Xuanci, Murong Bo really felt the pressure. What's more, there is also Luo Yuchen next to him. At this time, he unscrupulously stimulated his true qi fluctuations to the limit, and also locked his target on Murong Fu! Only in an instant, Murong Bo has judged that his father and son have lost the opportunity to escape...

"Mr. Murong praised it. Xu Zhu is just a coincidence. This is just a little achievement. Compared with your son, it is far worse!" The general trend was settled, and Xuanci's mind was also a little relaxed. After saying that, he found something was wrong.

"Oh, Brother Xuanci, how can you compare this little master Xuzhu with the dog? It seems that in the eyes of Brother Xuanci, the status of this little master Xuzhu is also very unusual!" Hearing this, Xuanci, who was a little guilty, immediately changed his face. Fortunately, the situation he was most afraid of did not happen, so Murong Bo laughed and continued to say, "It's just that what I don't understand is that since this little monk is deeply valued by Brother Xuanci, why has he practiced Taoist Xuangong again? Is it possible that Shaolin Temple is no longer just a Buddhist temple?

"Lao Tu has already said that Xu Zhu's kung fu is not inherited by our temple." Xuan Ci shook his head and changed the topic very simply, "Well, Mr. Murong, let's not get entangled in these insignificant details. The old monk also has many questions and wants to ask the old gentleman!"

Before Murong Bo could respond, Xuan Ci then asked, "First of all, the first question, Mr. Murong, how can you and Ling Lang appear near the forbidden land of my Shaolin Temple? Why did you come here again? Murong Bo was not surprised by this problem. "I just said that our father and son were deceived, so we came up the mountain!"

"Oh? I hope to hear more about it!" The abbot Xuanci raised his eyebrows and did not mean to let go of the topic. Murong Bo pondered for a long time, and finally sighed and said, "Well, since it has reached this point, there is nothing to hide. In fact, there are strangers who are familiar with me who tell me that someone will sneak into the Shaolin Temple tonight to steal the Yijin Sutra, and they will pass through the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion nine times out of ten... Alas, they are all caused by a momentary greed..."

"Huh? Master Qiao, stop it for the time being. The little monk has something to say!" Before Murong Bo finished speaking, a depressing exclamation came from the side. Then, the fight between fists and feet also stopped abruptly. Jiu Mozhi, Qiao Feng, Xuan Ji, Xuan Nan and other Shaolin monks stood on each other and formed a triangle that was restrained by each other. Just now, Jiu Mozhi still launched almost at the same time as Murong Bo and his son, trying to escape by taking advantage of the chaos. However, he didn't expect that Qiao Feng, who was still fighting side by side just now, immediately turned his face and still didn't let him get He shows off, and an old monk is watching with cold eyes from beginning to end...

"Mr. Murong, you just said that someone knew that the little monk was going to come to Shaolin Temple to borrow the Yijinjing? How is this possible?"