Chapter 146 Going to Shaolin

Wang Yuyan's voice was very pleasant and soft, but every word she spoke made Ling Wan in front of her feel uneasy.

Murong Ji glanced at him, then slapped him with his palm, and the palm print instantly passed through his body.

Ling Wan stood there in a daze for a while, blood slowly flowed out of his seven orifices, and he collapsed to the ground, losing his life.

There was deathly silence in the hall.

Murong Jiji picked up the teacup and took a sip. "Give it to my aunt to make fertilizer for the flowers."

Wang Yuyan looked at Murong Ji with some resentment, as if to ask, why should he be buried in my house.

Putting down the teacup, "Second Brother Gongye, please go to Xunming Island and punish the wicked and bring peace to the world."

As he spoke, he handed over the piece of paper with the information about Xunming Island. He instructed, "Bring more people with you."

Gong Ye Qian took it and looked at it, his expression changed, "Yes, master." He turned and left the hall.

"I am easy to talk to, not to be bullied. Now I will give you a chance. You who are just filling in the numbers, get out of here on your own, so as not to add another property to my Murong family."

These people are now like fish on a chopping board. Their roots are all overseas. When the Murong family is on guard against them, their chances of winning are slim.

"Sir, I am Sang Tugong from the Bi Lin Cave School in western Sichuan. This is the cultivation method of my lineage."

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked up to Murong Ji and handed him the book respectfully. Murong Ji flipped through it and found that it was really his forte.

Handed it to Wang Yuyan who was standing beside him.

Wang Yuyan took a look and said, "The method of controlling the weapon is very exquisite. This method of escaping underground is also the first time it has appeared in the world, that is..." She glanced at Murong Ji and saw that he had no reaction.

He continued, "It just has nothing to do with the Diamond Teeth, and lacks the inner strength of a school."

Murong Ji nodded. Wang Yuyan was really amazing. He stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, "Please invite the master of Bilin Cave to come to the Shishui Pavilion for a look."

Lord Sang Tu clasped his fists and bowed, "Thank you very much, sir. Thank you very much, sir."

The next person to step forward was Zhuo Bufan. Zhuo Bufan had already read his sword manual, so he directly invited him to return Shi Shui Pavilion.

It wasn't until the evening that we finished the work.

Murong Ji finally had a chance to rest after dinner.

Yang Yueman helped him sort out those miscellaneous martial arts secrets. She had come into contact with very few martial arts. Their Yang family only had one set of martial arts, the Yang family's spearmanship, which had been improved by several generations and was naturally extraordinary.

But many of the skills here are not inferior to their Yang family's skills.

What's more, there are countless secret books in the Shi Shui Pavilion.

Yang Yueman exhaled slowly. If Murong Ji joined the army, he would definitely be a fierce general.

Thinking of this, she felt a little melancholy. The Murong family had only one son, and each generation had outstanding people. When it came to Murong Ji's generation, he still had a brother, but unfortunately he died.

"I'm going to Shaolin Temple in a few days. Will you go?"

Yang Yueman came back to her senses instantly and thought for a while, "I won't go. I'll wait for you to come back home." She was very smart and knew that Murong Ji didn't mean to want her to go.

Murong Ji was stunned. Isn't this a BUFF? If you say so, you will definitely not be able to come back.

Murong Ji hugged her waist from behind, feeling Yang Yueman's body stiffen, he exerted force and picked her up.

"Ah~ what are you doing!!"

Murong Ji chuckled, "Madam, let's rest early."

At night, after waiting for Yang Yueman to fall asleep, Murong Ji quietly got up and sneaked into Yu Po's room.

After the storm, Murong Ji put his arm around Yu Po's shoulders, hesitated for a moment, and gently stroked Yu Po's still rosy cheeks.

"Help me do something."

"My Lord, just give me your orders, and I will do my best."

In the next few days, a rumor started spreading in the martial arts world. It was about Qiao Feng. The bloody incident at Yanmen Pass that year was done by Murong Bo who instigated Shaolin Temple and others.

No one knows where the rumor came from, but it sounds very convincing.

Half a month later, Murong Ji led everyone to set off for Shaolin Temple.

Murong Ji didn't need to worry too much about the trip, as someone would naturally take care of it. Murong Ji looked at the team of more than a hundred people. Although the number of people was not large, the quality was extremely high.

"drive"

As soon as Murong Ji moved, hundreds of people behind him moved together and set out for Shaolin Temple.

Arriving at the foot of Mount Song, Murong Ji looked up at the mountain.

Shaolin Temple, this is his first time here. Shaoshi Mountain is located on the west side of Songshan Mountain. The mountain is steep and dangerous, with strange peaks and unique views everywhere.

Walking up the mountain, he saw endless stairs, which inexplicably reminded him of the feeling of climbing Mount Tai.

Standing halfway up the mountain and looking down, you can see a lush green seaside.

He exhaled slowly, "Sir, have a drink of water."

He took the water bag handed over by Zhu Jian and took a sip directly. After buckling the water bag, he glanced at Lan Jian and Zhu Jian. These four sword servants really made it cheap for him.

Murong Ji smiled. It was true that he had a shallow foundation in the Murong family and there were few people he could truly trust. He didn't even have a maid.

After the reinforcement of Lingjiu Palace's troops, he felt much more at ease. Just look at the changes in Murong family and you will know that they have all become obedient.

After a short rest, everyone continued to climb the mountain. Shaolin Temple, the backyard of the Zen room, under the Buddha wall.

Monk Xuanci, along with a group of Shaolin monks, walked under the Buddha wall, the rosary in his hand kept turning.

Xuan Ci frowned as he looked at the hundreds of Shaolin disciples in front of him. There were many good ones among them, but most of them had not returned from their training yet.

"Namo Sakyamuni Buddha."

"You are all my Shaolin disciples. You all know a lot about the current situation of Shaolin Temple."

"People all over the world admire Shaolin, not only because of the prevalence of Buddhism, but more because of the profoundness of Shaolin martial arts."

……

"Venerable Tianzhu! The great monks from China gather in Shaolin Temple to discuss the sutras and the truth. This is truly a grand event. I wonder if I could be an uninvited guest? I'd like to listen to your opinions."

Everyone looked and saw that person was the Tibetan state teacher Jiumozhi.

"Shaolin is honored to have you here."

"The Tibetan monk Jiumozhi pays homage to the Shaolin abbot, Master Xuanci."

Xuan Ci sighed quietly. The martial arts world has been in turmoil lately, and the Shaolin Temple has also been at the center of controversy. In recent days, many martial arts heroes have come to the Shaolin Temple.

"Amitabha, our temple is currently dealing with some internal affairs. Please go to the welcoming hall and take a rest first, Imperial Master."

Jiumozhi smiled slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, looked at Xuanci and the many monks behind him, and said: "It is better to do it now than to wait for a day. The internal affairs of Shaolin Temple can be handled at any time."

At this point, it was clear what Jiumozhi was here for. Monk Xuanci no longer refused, clasped his hands together, and remained silent.

Jiumozhi's face darkened slightly, "I have heard that the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple are famous all over the world, and no one has ever been able to master all 72 unique skills. I am not talented enough..."

Murong Ji stood in front of the gate of Shaolin Temple, looking at the two Shaolin disciples fainted on the ground, frowning slightly. The two monks who greeted them at the gate were of high level.

"Master, these two were knocked down head-on. It seems that the situation in Shaolin Temple is really not good." Bao Bu Tong whispered behind him.

Murong Ji nodded. He came here to go to the Sutra Library of Shaolin Temple. This time, Shaolin Temple was destined to be in turmoil.

In addition, he also had to eliminate the last "accident", his old father, Murong Bo.

As long as there is no solid evidence, it is not a big deal if people suspect that you killed your brother. Which big family doesn’t have disputes among its descendants?
Everyone just knows it tacitly.

However, Murong Bo must not die in his own hands. Once the reputation of his father's murder spreads, he will have no place to stand in the Song Dynasty.

This trip to Shaolin Temple was quite stressful for him.

In order to make Murong Bo shut up and not implicate himself, Murong Ji thought about it carefully and decided that the best outcome would be to let him die at the hands of the Xiao father and son.

Murong Ji and others walked into Shaolin Temple, and Feng Bo'e took them directly to the reception hall, where someone arranged their accommodation and other issues.

After Feng Bo'e came out of the hall, he took everyone to the Zen room in the inner courtyard.

Along the way, Murong Ji saw many monks from other temples and raised his eyebrows slightly.

“Family, these people are here to help the Shaolin Temple. After all, the Shaolin Temple is a holy place for martial arts. Once it collapses, there will be big problems.”

Murong Ji nodded. In fact, he felt that if Shaolin Temple only had these few tricks, it would have been razed to the ground long ago, let alone being a holy place of martial arts.

There is a lot of heritage in Shaolin Temple.

After moving into the Zen room, Murong Ji planned to visit the various sights of Shaolin Temple, so he went out with Plum Sword and Bamboo Sword.

"I just want to see how majestic and magnificent the leader of the Central Plains martial arts world is."

"In my opinion, Shaolin Temple is not as good as Tianlong Temple in Dali Kingdom!"

The rumbling sound was heard from far away. If Shaolin Temple could not recover from this situation, then its reputation would be ruined...

Murong Ji turned his head and looked towards the depths of the Zen temple. He raised his head slightly and saw the top half of the word "Buddha".

It's not close to them yet.

"Who is it that is so arrogant? How dare he cause trouble in Shaolin Temple?" Zhu Jian held the sword, tilted his head slightly, and was a little curious.

All the martial arts in the world originated from Shaolin, this is not just talk.

Although they are considered to be a Taoist sect, they are also aware of the status of Shaolin Temple.

"If this sentence was said by the old and young masters..."

"Zhu Jian!" Mei Jian stopped her directly, "Trouble comes from the mouth, don't you know? You dare to say anything and cause trouble for the young master."

Murong Ji's face looked a little strange. These four sisters, quadruplets, were the same age and looked exactly the same.

But the character...

Zhu Jian was the most lively and clever, and Murong Ji was full of affection and doting towards her.

Coming back to his senses, he turned to look at the half word "Buddha" and murmured, "Jiumozhi?"

Thinking of Jiumozhi, Murong Ji wondered if he had a conflict with him, as he was caught up by him the first time he challenged Tianlong Temple.

This time, when he challenged Shaolin Temple, he met him again.

"It's fate. Let's go and take a look."

The three of them passed the meditation room and went through an archway, which led to an open space. This seemed to be the place where the monks in the temple did morning exercises.

(End of this chapter)