Chapter 152 Do You Really Want to Restore Your Country?
"Xiao Yuanshan, are you and your son going to attack together? Or are you and I going to fight to the death?"

Murong Ji pulled Yang Yueman to stand in a corner, eating melons and watching the show.

"Murong Bo, the hatred between you and me is deep and deep, and will not be resolved until death. If we are not competing in martial arts, it is natural for the two of us, father and son, to fight together."

Yang Yueman's heart skipped a beat, Murong Bo!
She knew who Murong Bo was. He was her husband's father? ! ! She turned around and carefully glanced at Murong Ji's face.

There was no reaction at all. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but my heart was full of doubts. Didn't he die more than ten years ago?

"Amitabha."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank slightly, and he murmured softly, "Jiumozhi."

Yang Yueman quietly stretched her head to look, and saw a foreign monk and three other people. The one next to Qiao Feng was Xiao Yuanshan, and the one opposite was Murong Bo!
Murong Ji picked up a Buddhist scripture casually, flipped through a few pages, and found that this book was not simple. It was the "Saṃyuktagama", the most fundamental Buddhist scripture in Buddhism.

Now this sutra is not called "Saṃyuktagama", but "Samyutta Āgama", a rare and wonderful thing!

I was so engrossed in reading it, but it was also very painful. The Taoist Canon and Buddhist scriptures are dull and tedious, difficult to understand and comprehend, and extremely tiring to read.

But the path of cultivation is never easy.

These scriptures can be easily found through searches in later generations, but in this era, it is difficult to see these things unless you are a Buddhist disciple.

"Brother Xiao, my Murong clan is from the Xianbei tribe. In the past, the Great Yan Kingdom dominated Hebei and conquered a splendid country. It's a pity..."

"Haha, forget it, look, this is the imperial seal of our Great Yan State! And also the hereditary genealogy of our Yan State."

"Ah!" Yang Yue was shocked and his face turned pale. Destroy the Song Dynasty and revive the Yan Dynasty? ! ! His Yang family has been loyal for generations, how could it be...

"who is it!"

Murong Ji suddenly felt a murderous intent coming at him. He turned to look at his wife, reached out and patted her hand, signaling her to calm down.

The next moment, a palm came directly towards them.

Murong Ji's inner strength surged, and he built three layers of protection in front of the bookshelf, exhausting his palm power until only a wisp of breeze was left blowing by.

A lot of dust was blown away.

Murong Ji protected Yang Yueman, and when he came to his senses, he saw two people standing on the left and right sides of the bookshelf.

Jiumozhi and Murong Bo.

Murong Ji smiled and introduced Yang Yueman: "Madam, this is the Tubo State Master, Jiumozhi, a great monk."

"Amitabha, I am honored to meet you, the donor." Jiumozhi put his hands together in return.

After watching Yang Yueman salute, Murong Ji pointed casually and said, "This is my father whose corpse was blown up, Murong Bo."

Yang Yueman bowed again, then carefully looked at Murong Ji's face, wondering in her heart what his purpose was in marrying her, to use the power of the Yang family to restore the country? !

Isn't this nonsense? Murong Chui has been dead for many years! After the Tang and Song dynasties, it's really...

Suddenly, she regretted getting married. Who could have thought that the Murong family was still daydreaming? The Yang family would probably be dragged down by her.

Murong Ji hugged Yang Yueman and patted her back gently to comfort her.

"You don't have to worry about him. He died more than ten years ago. He just pretended to be dead."

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji looked at Jiumozhi and Murong Bo with a sullen face. The murderous intent of the two men had not diminished yet. At that moment, the two men seemed to have reached some kind of agreement.

Murong Ji sneered and asked, "Can you still do it? You are determined to kill me when you are not sure whether you can give birth?"

He was somewhat disdainful of Murong Bo. He was good at martial arts, but not smart enough. If he wanted to restore his country, he should recruit soldiers and horses, right?

Li Yuanhao didn't need any advanced martial arts skills to establish the Western Xia Dynasty.

Now look at the present, the Xiao family father and son are in front, and they want to get rid of me together with Jiumozhi, hehe...

Murong Ji glanced at Yang Yueman who was trembling in his arms. After all, he was not a man of the world and he didn't kill people often. At this moment, he was terrified.

Thinking of Yang Yueman's "radio gymnastics"-style Yang family spear skills, I felt like laughing. Just in terms of practical experience, Mu Wanqing is better than her.

Because there is less murderous intent in the shooting.

"Don't be afraid. It's nonsense that these two people want to take our lives." The Tianwen Sword behind him vibrated slightly, ready to be unsheathed at any time.

Qiao Feng and his son looked at this scene and glanced at each other. Qiao Feng knew a little about the situation of the Murong family and felt a little complicated.

Looking at Murong Ji, I didn't know what to say for a moment.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Brother Murong, please let go of your actions. I will help you take care of your family first and will definitely not let anyone hurt her."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and turned to look, "Thank you, Brother Qiao. They don't dare to take action now, don't worry."

As he was talking, he heard someone coming upstairs. Murong Ji looked over and saw that it was the old monk sweeping the floor.

The old monk went upstairs slowly and leisurely, and picked up the scattered scriptures after the men had been beaten up as if no one was around.

Murong Ji let go of his wife Yang Yueman's waist, bowed to the old monk, and then showed the "Samyutta Nikaya" in his hand. He said: "Master, the original sutra. I will not make a copy anymore, I will take the original directly."

The old monk nodded. It was the first time for him to speak to Murong Ji after they had met for such a long time. "Okay, it's a good thing that you like to read Buddhist scriptures."

Murong Ji smiled and said, "In that case, I will be more forthcoming. If there is anything I don't understand, I will write to you for advice. I hope you will not hesitate to give me some advice."

The old monk placed the sutra on the bookshelf and clasped his hands together. "Amitabha, if you have any questions about the Buddhist scriptures, please write to me."

"Thank you, Master."

"Who are you?" Xiao Yuanshan stared at the old monk. Something seemed wrong no matter how he looked at him. The old monk's condition was very strange, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Murong Ji looked the monk up and down, "This man has reached this point. It must have taken him a long time to get here step by step."

This alone was already much stronger than Shi Yuan. But he also understood that it was the words he left behind that played a role.

That was what Shi Leyuan had concluded, and I gave it to others like this...

"It doesn't matter who I am anymore. I've been here for too long and I've even forgotten who I am."

Xiao Yuanshan stepped forward and carefully examined the old monk's face. He was absolutely certain that he had never seen this person before. "Why have I never seen you before?"

"Mr. Xiao, your heart and eyes are filled with martial arts books. How could he care about an old monk like me?"

"The first book that the layman came to borrow was The Finger of No-Form Intercepting. From that time on, the layman fell into the devil's way. What a pity."

Murong Ji chuckled. He understood what the old monk meant. It was just like practicing martial arts without practicing basic skills, which would be in vain in the end.

"The second time Mr. Xiao came to borrow a copy of the Prajna Palm Technique, I secretly sighed at that time, thinking that the donor was becoming more and more possessed by the devil."

"I placed a copy of the Lotus Sutra and a copy of the Miscellaneous Āgama Sutra (the one in Murong Ji's hand) where the donor often took books, hoping that the donor would meditate on the Dharma and free himself from the demons in his heart."

Upon hearing this, Murong Ji started to search through the book again, pulled out a copy of the Lotus Sutra and held it in his hand.

The old monk's mouth twitched, "Ah, who would have thought that a few scriptures, which were discarded like worn-out shoes by donors, would be regarded as pearls by young donor Murong."

Murong Ji was stunned. I am also involved in this? ! !
The old monk looked up, especially at the scriptures in Murong Ji's hand, and said, "When young donor Murong came to the Sutra Library, he did not look at any martial arts techniques, and only took Buddhist scriptures."

"Study carefully and recite silently. This old monk has seen it all. Seeking truth through complexity is what a practitioner should do."

"Amitabha, good, good, good."

Murong Ji rolled his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention. Now that he and the old monk had a karma, he would do whatever he asked for.

"Let's go." Murong Ji gently took Yang Yueman's hand and walked to the stairs. Then he remembered, "Brother Qiao, your subordinates have been taken down to Shaoshi Mountain by us."

"Also, we haven't fought for a long time. I want to see Brother Qiao's palm skills. Don't run away."

Qiao Feng laughed loudly, "Of course, I'll come find you after this matter is over."

"It's a word."

The two men saluted each other, and then Murong Ji walked down to the Sutra Library.

Murong Ji walked out of the Sutra Library and looked back at the window that was broken by the three men. He could vaguely see the figures of several people. He knew that Murong Bo would never appear in the world again.

To deal with Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan, all they had to do was let them disperse their power. Once they dispersed their power, they would become toothless tigers, and would have to spend the rest of their lives living out their retirement in the Shaolin Temple.

Murong Ji felt it was a pity. The internal strength of these two people was not low. If he absorbed it, then...

Walking between the guest houses, Murong Ji was thinking about where to go in Mount Emei. When he came to his senses, he found that his wife was not around, so he turned around to look.

Yang Yueman followed behind him timidly like a little quail.

He looks pitiful, as if he has been wronged.

Murong Ji burst out laughing and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you like this?"

Yang Yueman hesitated, thought for a while, and then said: "I, you... do you really want to restore the Great Yan Kingdom?"

"You know, Yan State was in the Five Barbarians Rebellion period. After so much time, it's really... Husband, can you please not..."

Murong Ji looked at her with amusement and pulled her over.

"Ah!" She was startled, and then she reacted and found herself falling into Murong Ji's arms.

"Do you think I'm that stupid? Well, I'm tired after a day, I'm going to go back and rest."

After returning to the guest house, Murong Ji began to adjust his state. Qiao Feng's palm technique had reached perfection, and he wanted to test his strength.

Qiao Feng was able to injure the old monk who was sweeping the floor, so his strength was really quite strong. Of course, martial arts cultivation does not represent actual combat ability.

Qiao Feng traveled the world with his powerful combat ability, and now, with the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he has completely made his own way.

(End of this chapter)